Lang Jun is coming

The rain from last night fell on the shoulders of passers-by along the green willow branches, and unknown insects chirped wantonly under the cover of the pleasingly growing weeds, as if to tell every passerby that it was a spring full of vitality.

"A little higher, a little higher!"

Several half-grown children ran past laughingly, holding long strings in their hands, looking up at the paper kites with eagles painted on them.

Teenagers are always inaccurate, one of them stepped into the puddle after the rain, wet his shoes and socks, but also hurt the pedestrians nearby.

"Ah, mother is going to scold me."

The child withdrew his mind from the paper kite, lifted his wet trousers and frowned.From the corner of the eye, he saw someone being affected by him, his eyes moved up, his face flushed suddenly, and he handed over guilt.

"gentlemen."

The rest of them also reacted and restrained themselves a lot.Respectful and respectful like an old master in a school.

But the one in front of them is their teacher.

Pei Lian shook the hem of her clothes, lamenting that the newly torn linen clothes suffered a crime when she went out.He raised his head and glanced at Zhiyuan, which was still high in the sky, pointed to a few small radish heads with his big hand and said, "Copy what you learned yesterday ten times each."

As soon as the sound fell, it was indeed sighs one after another.Pei Lian got angry with his clothes, and raised his hand to chase away people, "Hurry up, hurry up, I will check tomorrow."

The children who had gathered in one place just now slowly scattered like birds and beasts.

Pei Lian proudly turned around and was about to leave with the dried fish threaded by the red thread, but she heard a clever ghost clapping and shouting behind her.

"Let's go to Master Song to intercede."

This proposal was immediately unanimously approved.Pei Lian raised her eyebrows and scolded Wu Yangyang's back: "Little bastard, it's useless to find Master Song!"

Although his voice was stern, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he left with the dried fish after saying a word.

The mother cat in Dongtou Lame Langzhong's family gave birth to a few kittens, which attracted the children from the school to watch.Zhao Jingzhong also went, and when he came back he begged for a cat.Where is Pei Lian the one who feeds the animals?But he couldn't bear the child's torture, and his ears were almost callused, so he took the dried fish as a bride price for the cat mother, and wanted to hire a cat back.

The kitten, which has just been one month old, is still pitifully small, and Pei Lian held it in his hands for fear that he would be crushed to death with a little force.The black eyes looked at the unfamiliar world in a daze, and they would pretend to be fried when their stomachs were turned over.

Pei Lian is not Yu Jinghuai, but no matter what he drags his guns in the snow, the clouds cover the snow.See which one is pleasing to the eye, drop the dried fish and leave.

After he slowly opened the door and returned to the courtyard, he saw Zhao Jingzhong lying on the window coffin propped up in the study, half of his body was covered by the blooming begonias, his expression was bored, he just jumped up suddenly when he saw his figure, Rushed out of the study.

"Pei Lian, you brought the cat back."

Pei Lian stuffed the kitten into his arms, and scolded coldly, "It's not big or small, it's called foster father."

"Father."

Zhao Jingzhong got the cat he was thinking about so much, he turned his head and made a face at him, and yelled perfunctorily.

Song Yiqing just came out of the study unhurriedly, and saw the small figure rushing into the room, looking at the trembling cat cub with pity like a baby bump.

"What book did you punish them for copying?"

He was originally studying in the study, but suddenly he was dragged by the radish heads in the school to complain. He was really wronged, but his head was getting big.

Speaking of this, Pei Lian innocently pulled up the hem of his clothes and approached him, "The new clothes are dirty because of those bastards."

Dark brown mud spots were clearly visible on the blue hem, which was almost dry.Song Yiqing leaned on the door hinge and curled her lips, not paying much attention.

"How much is your clothes worth?"

The long gown is made of linen, even if it is newly made, it can be sold for a few pennies at most.

Pei Lian was not convinced.Do you think he didn't wear any expensive materials?But that was before.

He glanced into the study room from the corner of his eye, and after confirming that Zhao Jingzhong's eyes were full of cats, he pressed Song Yiqing against the door panel and kissed that eloquent mouth hard, with an intimate voice.

"The clothes are worthless, but Ah Chi wore them himself."

Song Yiqing blushed and lost her temper, "spit" him viciously, cursing: "You are just a dishonest person."

Zhao Jingzhong was a child picked up in the rainstorm before the country collapsed. He was originally raised by Song Yiqing's sister Song Wan, and his name and surname were fixed.Song Wan and Zhao Shichu conspired together and sent him back again.

It was because they were afraid that they would have no children and be lonely in their later years.

The two of them had never raised cats or dogs, and it was a miracle that they could support Zhao Jingzhong. Before they could be crowned, they decided on the nickname "An Dao" for good luck.

"Zhao Andao, Zhao Andao!"

Zhao Jingzhong, who was teasing the cat with willow branches in the yard, was startled when he heard the sound, and just about to hide, Pei Lian, who rushed over, carried his collar into the study.

He was still holding the cat Anu in his arms, and he poked his neck pitifully on the floor of the study, like a carrot about to be buried in a pit.

When the adoptive father is angry, he likes to call him Biaozi plus his surname.

Pei Lian flicked through the newly-made content that he worked so hard to retell and write, and pointed his slender fingers at the crooked lines on the back and asked, "What is this?"

The front is still neatly made new, but the back has been ruined like ghostly symbols.

Zhao Jingzhong was only five years old after all, but he was just a bit naughty. Seeing that Pei Lian was really angry, tears welled up in his eyes.

"I...I was wrong..."

Pei Lian sat on the wooden chair, sipped tea with her legs crossed and asked, "What's wrong?"

He asked with a nose and eyes, and Zhao Jingzhong answered with a nose and eyes.

"You shouldn't be scribbling... woo woo woo..."

"wrong!"

Pei Lian put the teacup on the table, the crisp sound of the porcelain made Zhao Jingzhong tremble in fright, the crying stopped immediately, and he twisted his hands helplessly.

Unexpectedly, this person was quite disgusted and said: "No! Your fault is that the painting is too ugly!"

I think he is also good at Danqing, although he is not a master, he is not so poor that the level of the adopted son is like a ghost.

Zhao Jingzhong was stunned, his crying was unbearable.

Pei Lian casually pointed at the ghost painting talisman, "Is this a chicken?"

Zhao Jingzhong was quite unconvinced and retorted, "This is a bird!"

"Is this a snake?"

"It's a dragon!"

"Then it must be a snake?"

"That's loach!"

The place where the village is located belongs to the authentic Jiangnan, without the bustle and bustle of the city, but it is fun and leisurely.During the rainy season in the south, the quilt can wring out water.Pei Lian couldn't fall asleep under the damp quilt, and Song Yiqing couldn't live in peace either.

It's only dusk now, but sleepiness has always been accompanied by the sound of rain.With nothing to do during the day and not having to go to school, Song Yiqing fell into a drowsy sleep all afternoon.

The small raindrops knocked down the crabapple flowers all over the ground, Song Yiqing hugged Anu, each person and cat leaned on the bamboo couch lazily as if they had no bones, and occasionally rainwater splashed across the window and splashed on their faces, regardless.Anu's sleeping posture was even more unrestrained, his whole body elongated and occupying his entire forearm.

Sitting cross-legged, Pei Lian picked up two crabapple flowers that had been knocked down by the rain on the window coffin, bent over and stretched her arms, and placed one on Anu's white fluffy belly.Anu was still sleeping soundly, with flowers rising and falling in her belly.He put another flower on Song Yiqing's nose.

The rain-soaked petals brought a chill to the skin, Song Yiqing rubbed his nose annoyed, the begonia flower fell and hit Anu's cat ear.

"doing what?"

He reluctantly opened his eyes, and found that the rain was still pattering down, and his sleepiness had not diminished at all.

Seeing that people were finally paying attention to him, Pei Lian regained his energy, propped his arms on the table and said, "I'll let Andao get some wine. Yaxing is indispensable in this season."

"You ordered him to go again. Last time he was cheated by the wine seller Wang Hu."

Song Yiqing lazily squeezed a plum from the small celadon plate to relieve his fatigue, and spoke slowly.

Pei Lian didn't take it seriously, "You'll learn a lot from a pitfall."

Anyway, I want to drink, but I don't want to move by myself.

Song Yiqing didn't bother to expose him, and let him lift the sleeping Zhao Jingzhong up from the bed.

After dawdling in his coat, he found the oil-paper umbrella from behind the door.Zhao Jingzhong felt sleepy and uncomfortable, and he couldn't help complaining before leaving.

"It's me again, why don't you go?"

A plum core was precisely smashed on his forehead, and when he looked up, Pei Lian was chewing on the plum meat.

"Let you learn a lot of wisdom, don't be cheated by Wang Hu again."

Which pot was not opened and which pot was lifted, Zhao Jingzhong's shortcomings were exposed, his face blushed with shame, and he left without saying a word.

Seeing the people leave, Pei Lian complained to Song Yiqing again, "You let An Daomo scribble on my book, it doesn't matter if it's the other way around, it's just too ugly and embarrassing."

Speaking of the word "shame", his face was full of disgust, and he even began to feel ashamed.

Song Yiqing was slightly stunned, as if remembering something.

"Perhaps that day when he turned over the box and saw your painting, he wanted to learn Danqing."

The wooden box is nothing more than ordinary mahogany, without any carving patterns.There are old things locked inside.A few days ago, he was afraid that his things would get wet, so he turned them out to dry, and he forgot to lock them when he collected them, so Zhao Jingzhong took advantage of the loophole.Not only did they look at the painting, but they also put on their old official uniforms. The wide sleeves and the length of the clothes tightly hugged them, like a little old man who, without knowing it, insisted on holding the wat board and pretending to be a child. Come like an adult.He didn't say that the red leather belt could wrap around Zhao Jingzhong's waist twice.

Speaking of paintings, Pei Lian said "Hey", got up and took out the key from the hollowed-out porcelain pillow to rummage in the wooden box.After a while, he took out the painting.

The pen and ink are as old as before, and have not been stained.Because pearl powder is evenly mixed, the color is as bright as new.

When it was getting dark, Zhao Jingzhong came back from drinking.He changed out of his muddy square-toed shoes, carried a bamboo tube containing wine into the room, and saw Zeng Jing's own painting spread out on the table.

"Pei Lian, the wine is here." He stared at the painting, put the bamboo tube into Pei Lian's arms, and proudly added, "I didn't get cheated of money this time."

After it was over, he moved closer to Song Yiqing, the crowded Anu was dissatisfied and screamed, but this little rascal could only jump down shaking his head and wagging his tail, and continued to sleep soundly around the foot of the desk.

Zhao Jingzhong touched the painting carefully, not daring to show his breath, and raised his head to get close to Song Yiqing.

"Father, is this painting of you?"

Before he could respond, Pei Lian slapped the back of his hand and flinched.

"Touch anything, wipe off the pearl powder on it, and I can't afford to sell you."

Hearing that it was pearl powder, Zhao Jingzhong withdrew his hand, wanted to touch it but dared not, wishing to leave his eyeballs on it.

Song Yiqing cast a reproachful glance at Pei Lian, who was deliberately teasing Zhao Jingzhong, and said calmly, "It's just an old thing. If you want to learn Danqing, let your adoptive father teach you."

The previous inscription is indeed the word "Wei Song".Zhao Jingzhong didn't know the meaning of this word, so he turned to stare at Pei Lian like a wolf.

Pei Lian sat up straight, coughed lightly, waved his hands and sighed, "You can't teach a child."

Zhao Jingzhong: "..."

It is indeed elegant to drink, the two of them are only slightly drunk but not very drunk.Interested, Pei Lian clamored to write poems for the painting.

Song Yiqing secretly thought it was not good, and wanted to stop this person.It's a pity that the pen and ink have fallen on the painting.The handwriting is as clear and sharp as ever.

Zhao Jingzhong picked up the table and recited the poem softly.

"Peach grate, rouge and jade tin make-up, the stream breeze blows through the willows, and the new cool..."

He frowned, turned his head and asked Song Yiqing, "Father, which beauty is this about?"

Although the two never made it clear, he was still young and he could see in the details that their relationship was like an ordinary couple.

"He's confused, don't take it seriously. You haven't studied for a long time, so hurry up. The students in the school have memorized everything by heart." Song Yiqing blushed, and began to rush people to study.

Zhao Jingzhong said seriously: "That's because they want to be officials, and Dao An doesn't want to be an official."

Song Yiqing thought that he was talking nonsense out of laziness, and asked with a smile: "How old are you and why are you yelling not to be an official? Then don't be envious of your classmates who have passed the exam."

However, this sentence seemed to hurt the other party somewhere, Zhao Jingzhong curled his lips and said stubbornly, "I just don't want to be an official anyway", and ran out of the yard without holding an umbrella.

Fearing that he would catch a cold, Song Yiqing yelled through the window, "Don't run around, where are you going to hang out?"

Zhao Jingzhong didn't turn his head back, he just responded with anger: "Go find Ergou to fight crickets!"

What kind of crickets do you fight on a rainy day? !

Song Yiqing shook his head and followed him, only to find that Pei Lian had finished his "writing".

The last sentence was prepared a long time ago, but the last two sentences have been changed to be nonsense, more serious and more artistic.

"Minghe is blowing the fairy shadows, and Su Yu is slightly drunk lying on the begonia."

This person has never made a complete poem in his life, but today he has changed his habit.

Because of drunkenness, his vision became more and more blurred, but he could hear the sound of rain and smell the fragrance of crabapple flowers.Pei Lian really wanted to take a nap among the crabapples all over the place.

Knowing that he would be unconscious if he drank any more, he put down the wine glass, and said vaguely around his tongue, "It's fine if An Dao doesn't become an official."

Song Yiqing suddenly lost the desire to make fun of his gaffe, looking at the misty courtyard gate, he could not see that little figure for a long time.

A teenager's heart is always reckless, and he lives freely and happily.

There is always a way of life for a generation, so there is really no need to worry about it.

He slowly rolled up the painting and put it in a corner.Seeing that it was getting dark, the yellow candle was lit again.Looking back, I saw Pei Lian leaning over the window coffin and fell into a deep sleep at some point, half of her body was wet.

It was not until night that Pei Lian slowly woke up.When he saw the scenery around him for the first time, he was stunned for a long time, and when he woke up, he frowns again in pain.It's a pity that I don't know who is playing the flute in the distance, and my heart is even heavier.

It stands to reason that the sound of the flute is brisk, but it always has a sad flavor in his ears.

Zhao Jingzhong didn't actually fight any crickets.Not long after he went out, he circled around and overturned the fence, squatting under the eaves and sulking at the bottom of the wall, clutching the dirt.

He didn't know why he was angry, he just kept thinking.Why do you have to be an official after studying?He just doesn't do it.

His legs tend to go numb after squatting for a long time, so he rubbed off the dirt on his hands and prepared to dig out of the yard again, pretending to have come back from the outside.

As soon as he got up and was about to leave, he heard a familiar voice coming from the brightly lit window.

"In the evening, the sound of the drizzle flute is slow, and the dawn of the old country is in a drunken dream. I still remember that the Qiao Tower is still there today, and the new willows are green and the old rivers and mountains."

It was a poem, but he didn't quite understand it.Maybe I understand it, but I don't understand the endless sorrow and desolation in it.

What is Qiaolou?How can the new willow branches dye the old rivers and mountains green?

When he was young, he didn't think about this poem carefully.

In the autumn when the branches and leaves turned yellow, Pei Lian and Song Yiqingai took a few packs of sweet cakes and went boating on the river to enjoy the maple forests on all sides.A small stove is burning new tea, and the bells of the ancient temple in the distance are ringing.

"May I ask if the old man can give me a ride?"

Someone stood on the shore and greeted them from a distance.

The boatman who punted the boat took the money from the two people inside, and didn't dare to make a decision lightly, so he leaned over and asked, "There is someone on the bank who wants to cross the river, can you two let me go?"

Song Yiqing put down the teacup, looked in the direction indicated by the boatman, and only saw a vague figure.

"Why not."

Having got the right words, the boatman slowly moved the penny to the shore, and said with a smile to the man, "Your Majesty, get on the boat."

The man was wearing a long gown, although it was a little old, but he looked like a scholar.The attitude of the old boatman is extremely gentle.

"Thank you."

The square-toed shoes stepped on the board, and as soon as he lowered his head, the three pairs of eyes were all surprised.

"It's you?!"

In ancient times, there was an old acquaintance in a foreign land, and now there is a new dynasty and an old friend.

Pei Lian poured someone a cup of tea, and in the heat, asked slowly, "Where are you going?"

I don't know if it's been a long time since I saw my old friend, Gu Huaibi's eyes were slightly red, and he couldn't help sighing.

"Ningzhou."

After a pause, he sighed, "Farewell to Huaijing, I didn't know that you lived in seclusion in the south of the Yangtze River."

The boatman picked up the penny and there was a burst of water. He looked at the river in a daze and forced back the tears that were about to overflow his eyes. But use the new system you have drawn up."

"The new system is to make people live well," Pei Lian said.

The implication is that as long as the purpose of the new system is achieved, the charges will follow.

He spoke from the bottom of his heart, but Gu Huaibi choked, and only spoke after a while, but what he said was irrelevant.

"At the beginning you were the new party, and I was the old party. It's ridiculous, but it's not my heart. It's just a moment of anger."

Pei Lian raised her eyes and saw a relieved smile on Gu Huaibi's face.

He said, "Pei Lian, I hated you very much at that time."

I don't know if it's because I've been depressed for a long time and can only keep recalling the past. When Gu Huaibi talked about the grievances that Pei Lian didn't know about, his mind was unusually calm.

"I was born in the south of the Yangtze River. My family is not rich, but I have enough food and clothing. I loved to study books since I was a child, and I wanted to get a good reputation and become a good official. My brother is different. He is lazy by nature, fishing for three days and drying the net for two days. Therefore, he repeatedly failed the rankings. My father emptied the family property and wanted to donate an official for my brother."

Speaking of this, Song Yiqing and Pei Lian thought of one thing at the same time.

Sure enough, Gu Huaibi continued: "The magistrates in the south of the Yangtze River have a really big appetite. My father donated a master's official to my elder brother after betting on the family property, so as to serve as a helper for the county magistrate. But the official position has not yet been obtained, Pei Lian. Everything is erased. The family wealth is gone, but the bamboo basket is empty."

Pei Lian stroked the rough wall of the cup and fell into memories, "In the seventh year of Jianyuan, the tax and bank case in the south of the Yangtze River. Corruption was prevalent among the officials of the Zhizhou and his subordinates. They bought and sold official positions. All the accounts were submitted to the officials."

He personally checked the account book and handed it to the official, so there was no mistake.But among so many people, how could a Gu surname make him pay special attention.

Gu Huaibi laughed dumbfounded and laughed at himself, "You must laugh at me for being ignorant. I also know that it is wrong for my father to buy an official position, so I once resented you and felt ashamed."

The boat shook slightly, and the boatman stood outside and yelled for him to get off the boat.

Standing on the shore, Gu Huaibi couldn't hold back and yelled at Pei Lian, "If you come to Ningzhou in the future, you must come and visit."

Without an official position, he can make ends meet by writing letters for others and selling calligraphy and paintings.

Pei Lian responded with a smile, "I will."

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In Zhao Jingzhong's impression, Pei Lian was heartless and didn't speak well.But he is indeed extremely gentle wherever he goes, elegant and restrained.He only remembered that Pei Lian and Song Yiqing came from Huaijing, and so did he.

Huaijing was the capital of the Heng Dynasty, not the Xin Dynasty.The capital of the new dynasty was Shengjing.

Pei Lian didn't like to write articles, let alone wrote a few poems.The only work is the book that records the new making.When he finished writing, he threw it in the wooden box and never got it out again.

Zhao Jingzhong's youth was full of poems and books, foster father, Anu.He watched the two of them slowly becoming middle-aged, but even more handsome, living recklessly and burdened with unspeakable things.

Until he wasted three years in Shengjing, full of anxiety and returned to the familiar small courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River.

The spring was mellow and the begonias were in full bloom. The two of them lay drunk among the begonias all over the ground, with a faint smile on their faces, never waking up again.There was still some wine left in the glass on the table, and the clear wine turned into blood overflowing from the corners of their mouths, which hurt Zhao Jingzhong's eyes.

Su Yu is slightly drunk lying on the crabapple.

They finally made up their minds to sleep under the begonia flowers, retaining their last dignity.

Zhao Jingzhong wanted to cry, but he couldn't shed a single tear, and his heart was filled with disappointment.

There were footsteps gradually approaching, and the visitor stood silently a few steps away, looking at the two people whom his An Dao always talked about.But his gaze was more focused on the figure with his back turned.

The survivors of the old dynasty and the leader of the new system no longer exist.

Zhao Jingzhong turned around slowly, eyes closed with deep disappointment and frustration.She just didn't know how to face the executioner who killed her adoptive father.

"Yongxi, I have no relatives anymore..."

He called the man's small characters for the last time.

In the spring and March of the third year when the second emperor of the new dynasty succeeded to the throne, a fast horse broke into the market from the palace city, and the palace staff on horseback kept shouting with imperial edicts in their hands.

"By His Majesty's order, the Jianyuan New Party was the first cause of the Heng Dynasty's subjugation, and a stele of the Jianyuan Party members is specially erected to show future generations!"

Zhao Jingzhong's personal story is "Spring on a Dead Tree".

Not going to open it for now.