Chunyin

"Liang Lanxuan, you are the one who can't let go."

Zhuang Heng's tone of voice is usually very mysterious, very difficult to fathom, but he even called me by my first name, which is rare in his life.I savored it carefully, and at this moment, this plain sentence seems to have a bit of hatred for iron and steel.

Hey, this time I did mention it first.

But to say I can't let it go would be an injustice.I just wanted to recommend some dishes for him to try. The reason why I mentioned Fu Huan was just to talk about it casually.What is Zhuang Heng doing so seriously?And if I can mention it casually, it is enough to prove that I don't take him seriously, right?

I thought about this a lot in my mind, and I wanted to refute, but suddenly felt very boring.

Zhuang Heng probably also felt bored, he had already left me and walked away, his back was like a cold mountain in the rainy alley.

Of course, explanations and rebuttals are also a kind of not letting go, but the object of not letting go is different.But after all, he was right. After all, probably only someone as cold as him could truly let go.

I sighed: Hey, let's have a good meal, why did Zhuang Heng do such a spoiling thing again?

This time, Zhuang Heng walked in another direction of the alley. At the end of the alley is a small river with clear water and fallen flowers and leaves floating on it. Except that there are residential houses on both sides, except that there are often women washing vegetables on the stone steps on both sides. It is very similar to the Bitterwater River, except that there are many stone bridges on the river.

I nestled in the jar for a few days, and when I saw this small river, I felt relieved and immediately became happy.After walking behind Zhuang Heng for a while, he couldn't help it and drifted into the river.The spring water is slightly cold, and when I swim in it, I feel like a little farewell is better than a newlywed.Hey, comfortable.

In fact, I have been a ghost for so many years, and there is one thing I can’t figure out. People say that ghosts who are hanged are most afraid of ropes, ghosts who are burned are most afraid of fire, and ghosts who are starving are most afraid of not being full. How could I be the opposite?I don't know if I love water by nature, or because I fell in love with water because I drowned?I don't know if Zhuang Heng can solve this problem.

This small town is built on the mountain, the terrain is uneven, the river comes from the mountain, and there are many reservoirs blocked by stone slabs in the river, Zhuang Heng walked upstream, and I swam up step by step.

I was a few steps behind Zhuang Heng, and watched him walk on the bank holding an umbrella through the water, occasionally passing through a piece of peach and apricot growing on the bank, and behind him was the mottled horse head wall of Jiangnan people.The ripples on the water surface swayed, and the shadows of people, flowers, trees, and walls on the shore also swayed. Everything seemed real and fake, ethereal and illusory.

like a dream.

Looking at people in the water, I think Zhuang Heng in this situation is a bit familiar. I don't know if I have actually seen him before, or did I have some random dreams about Zhuang Heng when I was young?

It's funny to think about it, it's also young and ridiculous, I did have a dream about Zhuang Heng.

If I talk to Zhuang Heng, he will probably say that I can't let go.But that dream, that brief misunderstanding, those fleeting impulses really have nothing to do with letting go—they are like clouds and fog, floating in the void, not touching the ground, and I can’t even catch them. What to put down?

It was about after the spring of the 15th year of Chongxing.

After the Qionglin banquet was over, I was the host, and I invited my contemporaries from the imperial academy to hold a banquet in the durian garden.Zhuang Heng also came.

In that year's imperial examination, Fu Huan was ranked second, Zhuang Heng was selected as Tanhua, and I will be ranked in the top three.But among the children of the aristocratic family, there are not many descendants who have entered the official position by virtue of the imperial examination.The imperial examination is not easy, and although my rank is low, I can be regarded as an honor to the Marquis of the State.My dad is happy, and so am I.I was proud of myself at the banquet, and I was in a good position, and I was even better than the three of them.

So I didn't notice any difference in Zhuang Heng's banquet at first.

Until later, I heard someone say that Zhuang Ziyu was just a prospect, and he was already putting on airs, so he ignored him to toast with him.

I just took a look at him from a distance, separated by the silk and bamboo orchestra and the noisy crowd, Tan Hualang sat quietly with indifferent brows and eyes, without a trace of joy on his face, and ignored anyone talking to him, in the moonlight, the world was as independent as behind him That sprig of cold white lilac.

In retrospect, Zhuang Heng in the shadow of flowers and moonlight that night was indeed unusual.I remember that I was stunned, and when I came back to my senses, I touched my nose guiltily, then turned my head and said to Tongnian beside me: "Let me cure his bad temper."

Someone stopped me: "On a great day, don't look for bad luck. Zhuang Ziyu's temper, someone will grind him in the future."

I'll talk about what happened in the future, but I couldn't help it right now.

"Just watch." I said.

After that, he walked through the crowd to his side.I invited a group of musicians to add to the fun at the Durian Garden Gathering. Lanterns were hung everywhere, and the music and music in the garden were as bright as day.There are people around me reciting poems, knocking cups to make orders, and throwing couplets in jugs. There are so many bustles and bustles, I carry the wine jug and pass them one by one.

In the middle of the walk, Zhuang Heng noticed me. His face didn't move, but his eyes turned slightly, watching me quietly across a few tables and shaking figures.At this end is the sound of the phoenix flute, and the light of the jade pot.At the other end, it happened to be a place where the lights were dim, and the moonlight was shining alone.

People look for him thousands of Baidu.

I trembled slightly in my heart, and stopped in my tracks.

For some reason, I was going to provoke him, but at that moment I subconsciously stretched my eyebrows, slightly raised the corners of my lips, and smiled at him from afar.

His face remained unmoved, quietly watching me walk up to him.

I said, "Zhuang Ziyu, you are here."