Chunyin

When I recall the past after my death, I often taste a lot of things that are completely different from those at that time.The so-called "the authorities are obsessed, but the bystanders are clear", although the ancestors have summed up the truth, but the truth is the most useless thing at the same time.The road ahead is covered, like walking in the night fog, what can be relied on is nothing but spirit and intuition.

And intuition is always wrong.

In the middle of the night, the pleasure-seekers in the streets and alleys gradually thinned out.The tired birds return to their nests, and the pavilions far and near gradually gather their voices.The night wind passed through the long street, and the lantern in Zhuang Heng's hand swayed slightly in the wind.His eyes were calm, gentle and serious.The night wind in early summer was slightly cool, and a strand of untidy and scribbled hair at the side of his temple was blown up by the wind, floating in the dim light of the lantern.

I remember that he looked at me for a long time, but this may also be my illusion-time always passes very slowly when I am impatient.

Finally he finished reading, took a step back, I was about to question, he spoke first.

He said: "My son, why does it look like my painting?"

I:"……"

——The world can learn from it, whoever is so angry will find it difficult to have any sense of normalcy.

I was speechless for a while, then laughed out of breath, and took a step forward: "The pictures of beauties you drew have a little mole on the heart. Where did the mole come from?"

I was aggressive, so he took a step back, the lantern in his hand illuminated half of the figure, and his figure was submerged in the dim night.His eyes reflected the cool lights of tall buildings in the distance, as if looking at me quietly from the bottom of the water across the water.

He first teased me with pictures of beauties, and just now he teased me like that again, and he took advantage of it all, and now he still looks innocent and wronged, of course my face is ugly, and I asked again: "Where did the mole come from?"

He was silent for a moment, and finally said: "There are few green plums, but there is a mole on the heart. The entrusted person is not human, and he died by gouging out his heart."

I was startled.

I was going to ask the teacher about the crime, but the question turned out to be unspeakable and affectionate, and I was short of breath for a while.But if it's too short, it can't be revealed. With a raised eyebrow and a cold eye, making trouble out of no reason, he sneered and sneered: "What green plum? Whose name is it? How do you look so similar to me, even the same mole? You're lying."

He didn't explain much. After a while, he seemed to have come to his senses. He lowered his eyes slightly and landed on my chest, and asked, "Oh, you also have moles on your chest?"

Those half-covered pictures of beauties appeared in my mind, and I took a step back inexplicably, and angrily said, "Where are you looking?"

He raised his eyes lightly again and asked, "You want me to remove the mole in the painting?"

I said, "Exactly."

He said: "This is done in memory of the old man, it won't work."

"Does the old know that you miss her so much?" I taunted, "Don't care about the old and the new. Get rid of it."

He looked at me for a while: "Young master will regret it."

I said, "You will regret it if you keep painting."

Leaving aside the threatening words, I walked away in a dignified manner.

I soon knew what Zhuang Heng meant when he said "you will regret it".

Since that night, all the pictures of beauties that Zhuang Heng drew, the little mole on his heart has indeed disappeared, but there is an extra sentence of 300 taels of silver here in the caption next to it: "At the request of the prince of Dingguo, the special general Remove the mole on the beauty's heart. If there is any damage to the appearance, please ask only Prince Liang."

For a moment, everyone in Beijing was asking: What's wrong with Liang Shizi and this dim sum mole?

In this way, the name of the beauty picture has become famous in Beijing, the reputation of the beauty's mole has become famous, and the reputation of my Dingguohou Shizi has also sounded.And thanks to Zhuang Heng, everyone knows that I, Liang Yin, have a tiny beauty spot on my heart.

My father, a general who commanded Ruoding in front of the army, threw the picture of a beauty in front of me, and his face flushed red from anger or embarrassment: "You, you are entangled with this, this...you are entangled with him What!" The matter was so absurd that he was speechless and didn't know how to scold me.

——I am really wronged.Where did I get entangled with him?

In short, I just received a fine for no reason.

A few days later, I came to him again angrily and asked the teacher for his crime.

He is still wearing the gray-green summer shirt, still in the shadow of willows with tapered ribbons and willows in the dim lights, and still such a simple and small desk, as if the bustling smoke and clouds around him have nothing to do with him, drawing with a brush, in the busy market The middle is immovable like a mountain.

I walked up to him, grimacing.

He raised his eyes and asked lightly: "What does the prince want this time?"

I said, "I want to beat you up. I brought everyone."

He smiled.He rolled up his cuffs, his thin wrist was hanging in the air, he moved the tip of the pen lightly, and traced a graceful arc of the beauty's cuffs, and then said without raising his head: "Your Majesty will regret it."

Furious and helpless, I smiled on the surface: "I also think I will regret it."

He said: "Then can I put the mole back?"

I gritted my teeth and said nothing.

He also said: "If the prince wants to avoid suspicion, there is another way."

I suppressed my anger: "What method?"

He said, "Have you heard of Fu Fen He Lang?"

He said: "Since the mole on the heart of a beauty cannot be removed, it will be fine for the prince to remove it."

He said: "During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, male Fu fans were not uncommon."

He glanced at my chest: "I still have some mirage dust here. Maybe I can rub some on my chest for you."

Me: "..." I wipe your head.

Zhuang Heng's demeanor when he said those few words was exactly the same as when he said "Fu Huan can't do it".What he meant was, "There are moles in my painting and you have moles on your body. Since they cannot coexist and my painting cannot be moved, I will trouble you to cover up the moles on your body." He feels that he is clear and logical Smooth, very reasonable.

Seeing that my face was livid, he added: "Of course it is fine for the prince to have a mole. Originally, the cause of this matter lies entirely with you. I have no objection to the mole on the heart of the prince."

I said: "Mr. Zhuang can live to this day with sound limbs, it is God's eyes."

He smiled calmly: "The prince is too proud."

Among the children of Liangzhou City, when it comes to generosity, I can say that I can be ranked second even if I am not the first.But that time, I was so angry that my face turned pale, like Fu Fen He Lang.

If Fu Huan hadn't taken a painting for him to make amends the next day, Zhuang Heng and I would have been married to each other.

Thinking of this, I froze.

ah.I always thought that I got acquainted with Fu Huan first, but when I thought about it this way, it turns out that this unfavorable relationship between me and Fu Huan turned out to be the thread and bridge built by Zhuang Heng.My mind quickly thought about what happened later, and I thought of another painting I saw in Fu Huan's room later, that painting was not signed, and when I thought about it now, it was actually very similar to the pictures of beauties that Zhuang Hengchu had painted in his early days.

It's just that the beauty in that painting is not the beauty of Liangzhou City back then, and it's not just similar to me.In the painting, there are mountains and rivers far away, an open world.There is a round stone in the nearby water, and there is a man in the pool, leaning against the stone to rest, with only a thin shirt on his body.The uniform muscles and bones, the spring scenery above and below the water, and a little mole on the heart exposed from the lapel of the thin shirt.

The eyebrows and eyes of the person in the painting are exactly the same as mine.

At that time I thought the painting belonged to Fu Huan, but Fu Huan didn't admit or deny it, he just pulled me to his side, touched my belt tentatively, and said, "Lan Yu, I want to see you too."

Because of that painting, I thought Fu Huan was really interested in me.

Now that I think about it, it turned out to be a misunderstanding in the first place.

Zhuang Heng was standing in the drizzle holding his umbrella, his eyes had already moved away from me, he just looked at the wooden door I was leaning on indifferently, quietly waiting for someone to come.

I leaned against the door frame, looked at him with my arms crossed, and suddenly asked: "Zhuang Heng. You painted two pictures of me back then, right?"

I was distracted, and the topic jumped, Zhuang Heng was obviously startled for a moment, and then turned his gaze over.

I asked: "Apart from the one that was sent to me, was the one in Fu Huan's hands later on drawn by you as well?"

Zhuang Heng remained silent.

I squinted my eyes and asked the question again: "Zhuang Ziyu, what do you think of me?" My final voice was floating in the drizzle, "What do you think of me in your heart?"