Reborn with you

April 4th--The Qing army regained Dabancheng.

August 8th—— Zuo Zongtang asked to set up a province in Xinjiang.

The cold winter night market in the past is very lively today.On the street paved with bluestone slabs, the crowd was bustling with laughter.Although it is night, it is also very bright. Under the eaves, on the side of the street, and in the hands of people, there are all kinds of lamps. These lamps dispel the darkness of the night, and even the coldness of the winter night is overwhelmed by these warm lights. Dispelled a lot.There are colorful fireworks blooming in the dark night sky. The huge sound and gorgeous colors attract people to look up. There is a handsome young man who sees a more beautiful girl under this beautiful night sky, as if he was caught up in the sky, watching without blinking. , the girl noticed this dazed young man, she pursed her lips and smiled, leading to another beautiful marriage.

Father Shan rubbed his hands and looked at the lively scene around him with a smile on his face.

"Uncle, how do you sell this lantern?" A crisp childish voice sounded, Father Shan looked down, and there were three people standing in front of his stall, a man and a woman standing on both sides, with a cute bun in the middle. Little girl, they are obviously a family, and they came out to visit the Lantern Festival today.

The girl pointed to a small and cute lantern, on which there was a naive panda holding a bamboo shoot and chewing on it. It looked very cute.Although it is just a simple line drawing, the form and movement are indeed very vivid, and an insider can see that it usually takes six or seven years of study to have such painting skills.

Father Shan tried to make himself appear more friendly, "15 Wen, little girl."

Although the woman on the side thought it was a little expensive, but seeing her daughter staring at the little lantern, she seemed to really like it, and the little lantern was indeed more beautiful than other places. "Boss, is there anything missing?"

Shan's father is not a person who likes to care about, and he can sell one of them. "Okay, seeing how well-behaved your girl is, let's use 12 essays, nothing less."

The little girl carried the little lantern happily and left, eager to go back and show off to her friends, the one she bought was the most beautiful.

Not long after, two middle-aged men dressed as literati stood in front of Shan Fu's stall.The man in the gray shirt on the left read the riddle on the lantern in a low voice, "Wu Dalang is hosting a banquet?" He thought for a while, and then said to Father Shan: "Boss, the answer to the riddle is 'full house'?"

Father Shan took out a note from under the lantern, and the man on the right raised his eyebrows.Father Shan can also read and write. Looking at the note, the answer was indeed full of guests. He handed the lantern to the man who guessed the answer, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, this lantern is for you. .”

The man in the gray shirt took the lantern and looked at it carefully. The lantern was pretty well made, and holding one in his hand was considered a fitting occasion.Gray shirt was about to move away when his friend stopped him. He looked at his friend suspiciously. Could it be that his friend also wanted one? Didn't he always dislike these things?

Immediately someone opened his mouth to explain: "Look carefully at the words and paintings on it, are they not inferior to you and me?"

Hearing this, the man in gray shirt looked at the lantern in his hand again, focusing on the calligraphy and painting on it, and saw the five characters of "Wu Dalang giving a banquet" flying like a dragon and snake, the change of line thickness was obvious and round and natural, even if there were only five This word is also a style of its own.The beautiful woman painted above is only outlined in black ink. It can also be seen that her lines are graceful, her body posture is natural, and her face is slightly enchanting. With the riddle, it is not difficult to guess that this woman is Wu Dalang's wife, Pan Jinlian.

Looking at it this way, the man in the gray shirt was also surprised. He looked carefully at the other lanterns. There were not many words written on them. Each lantern had only a few words, and the styles were different, but it could be seen that it was written by one person. Calligraphy skills are similar.The paintings on the lanterns are also very unique, but their splendor is slightly inferior to that of calligraphy.

The man next to him saw that he looked about the same, and asked again: "How?"

The man in gray shirt said with a smile: "You are still sharp-eyed, Qin Lan. I really didn't notice it if you didn't remind me. Although there are only a few numbers, it can be seen that this person has a profound knowledge of calligraphy; as for his paintings, it is just It's a little less."

The man nodded in affirmation of the gray-shirted man's evaluation, approached Shan Fu's stall, and asked, "Boss, are you the one who wrote the calligraphy and paintings on the lanterns?"

Father Shan just saw these two people talking in a low voice, and looked at the lanterns of his house for a long time, thinking that the two of them were discussing which lantern to buy, and felt that these scholars are sometimes troublesome, but fortunately, my boy is not like this.Father Shan was proud of himself, when he heard the more delicate of the two ask him something, he replied with pride: "How can I write these things, these are all written by my son, how is it, isn't it?" very good?"

Unexpectedly, the man was surprised when he heard it. He thought it would be a poor family, a scholar who was not much different from them in age, and made some lanterns to be sold by this big man. Who knew it would be the son of this sweat?The man looked at the big man carefully. It was a common banker's Chinese character. Generally, this kind of person would not lie, but it seemed that he was not over 30 years old. His son could only be in his teens at most. Such a character would be Written by a teenager who is only in his teens and whose family environment should not be very good?

Father Shan saw the man's suspicion, and was a little unhappy. His son was his pride. Among them, who wouldn't praise his son for being capable and sensible? "Guests, don't believe me, my son's handwriting is beautiful. The Spring Festival couplets used by my own family and neighbors for this year's New Year are all written by my son."

In fact, the man didn't believe that his handwriting was inferior to that of a country boy, and he didn't take it seriously. He just responded lightly to Shan's father's words, turned around and called his friend next to him to leave.The man in the gray shirt felt that his friend was a little strange, and asked, "Qinglan, what's wrong?"

The man named Qin Lan curled his lips and said, "I didn't expect honest people to stop telling the truth." The man in the gray shirt knew what was going on when he heard it. In fact, he believed what the old man said just now. If you really want to get acquainted with that child, just look at his friend's face.

Regardless of what these scholars think, Father Shan continues to sell lanterns with a smile on his face. Not only does his son read well, but he also does carpentry better than his own. I think these lanterns are beautiful when they are made. Look at the lantern sellers around No one can compare to their own, even if they have already bought lanterns, they can't help but want to buy another one when they visit their own stalls.From the looks of it, these lanterns should be sold out soon, and I will use some money to buy some paper and ink for Qiangwazi later.

Father Chen changed from his usual seriousness, and waved to Chen Yishui who had just entered the door with a smile on his face: "Yishui, come here."

Chen Yishui was not afraid of anyone but this stern father, so he obediently walked over and called, "Father."

Father Chen put his hands on his shoulders, and turned him to face a man with a long beard, who was looking at him with a smile, "Red face, white teeth, handsome bones, he is a good boy."

"Yishui, Uncle Ye."

"Hello, Uncle Ye."

Ye Shilan still smiled and stroked her beard, "Okay, okay."

"Mr. Ye, this is the youngest I mentioned to you just now, Gouzi Yishui."

"Yi Shui, are you interested in calligraphy and painting?" Old Man Ye still smiled.

Yi Shui is at an innocent age at this time, and feels that this person is really kind and kind, and he has a good impression of this person in his heart. "I'm interested. Yi Shui also likes reading, catching fish, and climbing trees."

Father Chen's face was a little embarrassed, he stopped drinking Chen Yishui and continued: "Yishui, you are ashamed to say that you are naughty."

Yi Shui stuck out her tongue quietly and closed her mouth.

Old man Ye said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, it's normal for a boy to be lively, but it's rare that such a child can calm down and learn these things. He is a good talent. Yi Shui, do you want to learn to write and draw with Uncle Ye?" ah?"

What Yi Shui was thinking in his little head at this moment was that it would definitely be better to learn from this amiable (?) Uncle Ye than from his strict father, why would he not want to?

"Uncle Ye, Yi Shui is willing."

Thus, the nine-year-old Xiao Yishui was abducted by the smiling Ye Shilan.