[Comprehensive] Number of Merry

"My young master loves the words of a hundred schools of thought. As a history of four generations. Since its founding, there has never been a succession of titles and literary talents as prosperous as the Wang family."

——Qi Liang·Shen Yue

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The terrain in the south of the Yangtze River is full of vertical and horizontal rivers and dense water networks. People who travel up and down, whether public or private, love to travel by water.From Jiankang, the capital of the capital, to Kuaiji in the south, first travel eastward along the river, pass through Jingkou, Qu'a, and Jinling, then turn south to Wujun, and travel eastward through Qiantang. The water journey is 350 miles.According to the speed of merchant ships, it will take about one month.

The boat of Wang Shu, the new internal historian of Kuaiji, traveled all the way because of the warrant of the prime minister's mansion.

Compared with her husband who was busy with official duties and was in a hurry, Wang Shu's wife, Xun Shi, and youngest daughter, Wang Lang, were much more lax.The two of them separated from the boat from Jingkou, visited relatives and friends along the way, stopped and stopped, but it took more than ten days longer than the merchant ship to enter the county.

"Mom, watch your step."

Wang Lang supported his mother to walk in the mountains. His untied black hair was combed into a double bun, with a strand of hair on the left and right hanging down softly, reaching shoulder length.The young girl who led the way for her secretly glanced at her from time to time, quietly imitating her walking posture.

This little lady walks beautifully...

Noticing that the opponent's movements were light and slow, the heels would be slightly pressed down when the step was raised, and there was no splash of mud and water during the walk, the girl was secretly surprised.

She has seen women from some wealthy families in Shanyin go out, they have no scruples when they walk, and often splash muddy water on the clothes and pants of their servants.Compared with the demeanor of the little lady behind her, those rich girls who she thought were noble and extraordinary in the past are as vulgar as pheasants and dogs.

Wang Lang had discovered that the girl was secretly observing his gaze, but he didn't have any intention of pointing it out.

A century-old family has its own strengths, such as the rules and etiquette between clothing, food, housing and travel.The etiquette and etiquette of the aristocratic families in the Jin Dynasty was far less complicated than that of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The noble and upright descendants of the aristocratic families were chic and natural, and their gestures and gestures were filled with an elegant demeanor that made the viewer kind and pleasing, which was rare in the era that Wang Lang lived in the past. even disappeared.

"I'm watching." Xun patted her forearm lightly, and reached out to pick up an osmanthus flower from her shoulder.The already pure white flowers are even more crystal clear with dew, and have a dark fragrance.

Turning the little sweet-scented osmanthus and staring for a while, Xun shifted his eyes to the mountains and rivers in the distance, and said with emotion to the rustling autumn wind: "The sweet-scented osmanthus in the moon is fragrant beyond the clouds. The osmanthus in Jiankang has not budded yet. The sweet-scented osmanthus here is already full of branches."

This is the second place that Wang Lang loves the people of Jin - his affection and perception of nature.

A famous person in her family once said a very classic saying, which can best reflect this characteristic of Jin people: "Too much forget love, the worst is not to love, what love is in our generation."

In the era that Wang Lang lived in, the vast majority of people have basically lost their perception of beauty, and their emotions are so dull that they are almost numb, which is the category of "the most unkind" in the three sentences.

Relatively speaking, Jin people who advocate "sincerity" and "affection" are undoubtedly much cuter at this point.

"Spring is early in the south, and osmanthus is the same." Infected by his mother's good mood, Wang Lang stretched his eyebrows unconsciously, and said to his mother in a gentle voice: "If the lotus flowers are ten miles away in June, when the sky reflects the sun, pick lotus The women are singing water chestnut songs and rowing boats, shaking the moon shadows in the river, it must be another beautiful scene."

The girl who was leading the way for the two couldn't help but happily interjected at this moment:

"Little lady is right. Our Wu girl's singing voice is different from that of the northerners. It is soft and soft, and can turn the hardest stone into water. The lotus picker not only sings water chestnut songs, but also plays the Qiang flute, woo Sobbing, it sounds good."

She couldn't understand Wang Lang and Wang Lang's Luoyang accent very well, but she could clearly hear the words "cailian" and "beautiful". I don't even know that I switched to Wu language.

In the Jin Dynasty, the hierarchy was strict, and there was no intermarriage between the first-class family and the second-class family, and the gap between the gentry and the common people was even more like cloud and mud.The Xun family was slightly displeased with this Wu girl's interjection, but she didn't want to lower her status to care about a common girl, so she just turned cold and didn't answer.

Wang Lang liked her lively description, and felt that the girl was as pure and agile as a deer in the mountains, so he asked the girl in Wu dialect: "I wonder where the lotus blooms the most in summer?"

Her Wu dialect was learned by herself from listening to the conversations of Wu sailors on the boat, and she didn't speak fluently.

The girl from Wu land was about to answer, when she suddenly saw the displeased expression on the woman's face, she suddenly realized that she had forgotten her form for a moment, and she had greatly exceeded the rules in front of the two nobles, and she stammered in an instant:

"Ming...Ming Sheng Lake..."

In her heart, she actually felt that Xun's reaction was normal, but she was rather surprised by Wang Lang who was talking to her in a soft voice, and subconsciously looked at Wang Lang with a very strange look.

Wang Lang was taken aback by her, he pursed his lips and pursed his lips, forced a smile and said, "Really, thank you."

At that time, the ranks among scholars and commoners were not so high that they could not speak, but it seemed inappropriate for Wang Lang to put down his posture to answer the conversation, especially when she was still using Wu dialect——North and South The aristocratic family is naturally distinct. The southerners ridicule the northerners for their vulgarity and call them "fathers". .

The girl looked at her more and more strangely, and Wang Lang could almost read the words in her eyes:

"Is this person really from a noble family? He would take the initiative to thank a humble country girl!"

Are her values ​​so progressive for this day and age that they are wrong?

Wang Lang pursed his lips and fell silent, finally having a deeper understanding of this world where even country girls regard class as a barrier.

Xun Shi watched the change in her daughter's expression with cold eyes, and the stone that had been hanging in her heart for nearly ten years finally fell down.

It is not that there has never been a thinking child like a daughter in the family. On the contrary, the more intelligent and outstanding a child is, the easier it is to go astray in childhood.At this time, an adult is needed to explain him skillfully from the side.

After today's step, her Ah Lang will be as dazzling as Meiyu in the future.

Thinking of this, Xun could not help but smile slightly on his face slightly stained with the vicissitudes of time—it was a smile that belonged to the mother alone, reassuring and gratifying for the children she cherished.

Wang Lang didn't notice his mother's thoughts.

She was absent-mindedly supporting her mother's arm, still thinking about the weird look that the girl from Wudi cast in her mind at the end. Thanks to her natural sense of balance, she was usually very good at taking care of her body, so she didn't make trouble because of distraction along the way. What's wrong.

After walking hundreds of steps like this, when we reached the end of the mountain road, the suddenly bright sky filled our sight for an instant.

Subconsciously, Wang Lang raised his hand to cover his eyes, and suddenly a bright light flashed like lightning in his heart.

No, it's not so much that her values ​​are out of date, maybe it's just because...

『Compared to the power of inertia, her power as a person is too weak. 』

Thoughts are like spring water paving the ground, and they can't be controlled once they happen.Wang Lang's eyes sparkled, and his thoughts became clearer as he thought about it.

Undoubtedly, there are outstanding figures in every era who can influence the course of history, and the world develops, society progresses, and civilization flourishes because of this.If one day, I can have the power of theirs...

If one day, I can have the power of theirs...

Wang Lang subconsciously repeated this sentence in his heart, and suddenly froze.

Hell, she's obviously just an ordinary high school student, when did she have the ambition to change the world?

Frowning and immersing himself in the deep sea of ​​memory, thinking hard for a long time, Wang Lang clapped his hands abruptly:

It was after she saw the hell!

Ahhh, that's right, all the bad things she encountered started from there!Will the hateful bastard who only oppresses people turn into a cute thing!How amazing is it to know!Is it amazing to buy and sell by force!Damn, hate, hate, hate, hate...

"Ma'am, lady, it's just ahead."

The timid and soft voice of the girl from Wu land brought back Wang Lang's sanity, which had been away for a long time. She shook her head, changed her support into a hand, and walked about half a step behind her mother.

She and her mother walked in the mountains for nearly half an hour, in order to visit the family members who settled in Shanyin, from the wife of Uncle Wang Kuang, and the mother of brother Wang Xizhi.

As for the reason for the visit, it would be a long story.

Around the end of last year, Taiwei Xijian sent a letter to Prime Minister Wang Dao in Jingkou, hoping to pick a son-in-law in the Wang family.Director Wang told the visitor: "There are many children in my family. You can go to the East Wing and choose one at will." They all became cautious. Only one young master was lying open on the east bed, as if he hadn't heard anything." Xi Jian clapped his hands and said with a smile, "That's exactly what's good!" Upon investigation, it turned out that the young man on the east bed was Wang Xizhi, so he took daughter to marry him.

This is also the origin of the allusion of the idiom Dongbed Kuaishou.

Wang Lang and Wang Xizhi belonged to the Langya Wang family, the most prominent family in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Wang Lang's father and Wang Xizhi's father were cousins, and Wang Lang and Wang Xizhi were siblings.For Wang Lang, who has extremely poor historical knowledge, Wang Xizhi, who is honored as the sage of calligraphy by later generations, is one of the few people in this era who can make her feel close.Under Wang Lang's conscious contact, the two of them could be called acquaintances.

This time Wang Lang went south with his father to Kuaiji, and passed by Shanyin where Wang Xizhi's mother lived. The newly married Wang Xizhi and his wife Xi Xuan wrote letters to Wang Lang to deliver to his mother who lived alone in Shanyin.

Speaking of which, she had never seen this aunt.

Raising his hand to slightly cover the glare of the sky, Wang Lang straightened his clothes, and followed his mother into the courtyard.

The garden changes from place to place, and the bamboo and wood reflect each other.

Walking through the front yard of this book sage's childhood residence, Wang Lang vaguely felt that he belonged to Jin people.

She remembered that she recited Wang Xizhi's selection of the famous "Preface to the Lanting Collection" when she was in high school. Now that time has passed, she can't remember many sentences, but she only has a deep impression on one of them.

The original text of that passage is as follows:

"It's the day, the sky is bright and the air is clear, and the wind is breezy. Looking up at the vastness of the universe and looking down at the abundance of categories, it is enough to entertain your eyes and listen to it, and believe in Coca-Cola."

The two most essential sentences, translated into modern Chinese, probably mean:

"The beauty of the world lies in looking up at the vastness of the universe and overlooking the prosperity of categories."

For some reason, Wang Lang suddenly wanted to cry.