Painting Spring [short story]

The most is the April day in the world, the spring rain is like wine and willows are like smoke.

When Mu Yunchun arrived at Yuhu Mountain Villa, it was April when the rain was just beginning and the flowers were blooming.

The butler of Yuhu Villa led him all the way to the most secluded guest room in the West Wing.

Then he cupped his hands and said politely: "This is Mr. Muyun's residence for a while, it's a bit shabby, I hope you don't dislike it."

"Where is that! Butler Yu, you are too polite." Mu Yunchun returned the salute and bowed.

"Mr. Muyun, let's rest here for a while, and this old slave will report to Madam."

Not long after, Butler Yu walked over again with staggering steps, "Mr. Muyun, madam, please go to the flower hall for a while, please follow me."

"There is a housekeeper, Lao Yu."

Mu Yunchun straightened his clothes, and Shi Shiran followed the butler. Along the way, he had a general understanding of the outline of the villa.

The mansion of Shuifu has winding paths leading to secluded places, carved galleries and painted pillars everywhere, pavilions and pavilions, and countless rockery bonsai. It is worthy of being a family of great wealth and wealth, even the mansion is so luxurious.

The flower hall is shaded by a few stalks of green bamboo. There is a small bridge in front of it, but it is only one foot wide. There are several stone steps on both sides, and there are a few tender green weeping willows beside the bridge. On the rockery beside the bridge, there are some strange flowers all over the place. Different grasses, the breeze is coming slowly, and the fragrance is permeating.

Before I approached, I saw a group of people standing or sitting in the flower hall, all dressed in gorgeous clothes and hairpins.

When he came to the front, Mu Yunchun knew that the person sitting on the top seat must be the current hostess of Yuhu Villa, Qin Shi, the wife of the second rank imperial order.

Sitting next to her was a young girl in a light yellow gauze dress, the lily-of-the-valley embroidery on the collar was very beautiful, a jasper hairpin was slanted on her head, the tassels were flowing gently, and a pair of almond eyes with watery eyes , a small face as delicate as a pink lotus, with slender shoulders and a thin waist, smiling sweetly.

It must be Yu Xiaoyu, the eldest daughter of Yuhu Villa.

"Mr. Muyun, this is the owner's wife, and this is the eldest lady."

"Ma'am, miss, this is Mr. Mu Yunchun."

After Steward Yu finished his introduction, he stepped aside respectfully.

The owner's wife had already stood up with a smile on her face, "Don't worry about the housekeeper's work. This Mr. Muyun is a man of talent. He is a well-educated and well-educated man."

"Xiao Yu, come and meet Mr. Muyun, in the future, he will teach you knowledge."

Yu Xiaoyu also happily stood up, took a step forward, and blessed her body, "Xiaoyu met Mr. Muyun."

Mu Yunchun quickly waved his hands, "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, I'm sorry, the eldest lady, I can't stand this bow."

Mrs. Zhuangzhu didn't take it seriously, she just thought that Mu Yunchun was too polite, "Mr. Muyun is our Xiaoyu's teacher, as a teacher, I respect you, even if Xiaoyu kowtows to you, he can afford it."

That being said, how could the daughter of Yuhu Villa easily kowtow to a down-and-out scholar?

On the other hand, Yu Xiaoyu actually pretended to kneel down, and the owner's wife immediately coughed lightly.

"Xiao Yu, don't mess around."

Yu Xiaoyu lightly bit her red lips, shrugged her shoulders helplessly, raised her eyebrows, and looked innocent and playful, very cute.

Mu Yunchun smiled slightly, "Missy is unparalleled, even if she doesn't practice piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she can still win the favor of the Holy One."

Hearing his flattering words, Yu Xiaoyu also felt that they were to the point. She raised her eyebrows and said with a half-smile: "Mother, you see, my husband also said the same thing, so you and father can relax."

His complexion was slightly smug and provocative.

Seeing Weizhi's work, Mu Yunchun saw the undercurrent between the mother and daughter.

Yu Xiaoyu was not born of the Qin family, but the daughter of the late wife of the owner of Yu Zhuang. After the death of the first wife, the aunt Qin was brought upright, and Yu Xiaoyu could only respectfully call her mother.

But looking at the details, the mother-daughter relationship between the two may not be very harmonious.

Some of these situations were reminded by Steward Yu, and some were gossiped by Yu Xiaoyu later. Although she casually talked about things in the mansion as jokes, there was a sense of joy in Yu Xiaoyu's smiling face. It's sarcasm.

After hearing this, Mu Yunchun gently put down the biserite teacup in his hand, "Miss, you are different from the other girls I have taught."

"Have you taught many big house ladies?"

"Not too many, maybe three."

"Oh, then you tell me, why is it different?"

"Forget it, I'm just talking nonsense. What about you, it's the same if you say it differently. They are all daughters of official families. They are all for the family mission. They want to enter the palace as a concubine to serve the current sage. A female celebrity in calligraphy, painting and singing can't wait to be proficient in everything, but..."

"Just what?" Yu Xiaoyu hurriedly urged.

"It's just that you are different from them. While they are thinking about flying up the branches and becoming a phoenix, they are also thinking that once entering the palace gate, it will be as deep as the sea, entangled, depressed, unhappy and sad. But you are lively, so naturally you don't care about these things." .”

"Really? Maybe it's because Xiao Yu is a woman who seeks fame?" Yu Xiaoyu said with a playful smile.

"Miss' words are wrong. I still hope that Miss Haihan, I don't mean to mock Miss. Please don't misunderstand Miss."

Mu Yunchun's expression was a little embarrassed. He was a down-and-out commoner scholar, and Mrs. Chengzhuang thought highly of him, so he was invited to be Yu Xiaoyu's teacher, but here, he might not even dare to be a small housekeeper. To offend, so he is very cautious at all times, lest disaster come out of his mouth.

Yu Xiaoyu raised her eyes and stared at Mu Yunchun. This gentleman was fair-skinned and handsome, but he was too timid and looked sick and delicate.

She couldn't help laughing "puchi", "Mr. Muyun, don't be afraid, Xiao Yu is very talkative, not mean and petty like Aunt Qin, you are my teacher, and it is your duty to educate me, even You are really mocking me, and I won't really take it to heart."

Mu Yunchun gently stroked the biserite teacup with his fingers, but did not speak.

Yu Xiaoyu resumed her seriousness again, "I have known since I was a child that one of the daughters of the Yu family must enter the palace to serve the Holy Majesty, not to mention maintaining the family glory, this is also a gift from the late emperor to our great families. I can't shirk it, my younger sisters are still young, and now that the Yu family is in the imperial court, their status is even worse than before, and there is no eldest son in the family to make contributions, so I have no choice..."

"So, when you enter the palace this time, you must please the Holy Majesty."

Mu Yunchun sighed softly, sighing for the unfair fate of these women.

"Hey, when I think about it this way, I am indeed a person trying to catch my name. Sir, I am a little tired today. You should go back and rest first..."

Yu Xiaoyu picked up the green porcelain teacup, flicked the green water, took a sip, then put it down quickly, resting her forehead with her hand, and gently rubbed the thin circle.

Mu Yunchun resigned from Yu Xiaoyu and returned from the east chamber to the west chamber. Last night there was a moderate spring rain, the breeze was blowing, and the ground was red, but it was not a pleasant feeling.

When the literati was in a good mood, he sat in the corner of the rockery and admired it freely. Then, he saw Liu Ruyan.

Below the rockery is a small artificial lake, on the water side, Liu Ruyan is standing under an apricot tree.

The cool wind is lonely, the apricot blossoms are lightly raining, and the falling petals are colorful.

He stood in the rain of flowers, with a thin blue shirt and fluttering sleeves.

But people are more lonely than sparse flowers.

It just so happened that Liu Ruyan turned around, with a slender figure, a beautiful face, slender and white, more beautiful than a woman.

He was standing under the tree, behind him were the green bamboo poles, and the bamboo leaves were rubbing against each other in the wind, rustling.

The green shirt carries apricot blossoms, and the wind floats and falls.

It's just that the eyes under his eyebrows are as deep as silence, as indifferent as if he fell into a bottomless pool.

All hope is lost.

This is Mu Yunchun's most direct feeling.

What's up with him?

Mu Yunchun couldn't help feeling a little worried, stood up abruptly, and walked over in three steps.

"Hello, son, I am Mu Yunchun, the teacher of the young lady."

"Hello sir."

Liu Ruyan returned faintly, but her complexion was too pale and her lips were dull.

Mu Yunchun could clearly feel that this man didn't want to pay attention to him.

There was complete indifference and hostility between his brows and eyes, as if he was born with it.

"It's such a beautiful spring scene, why is your son so sad?"

Mu Yunchun didn't know what was wrong with him, he just wanted to say a few more words to him, even though Liu Ruyan didn't want to pay attention to him.

But he wants to ignore him...

"Where's the good?"

Liu Ruyan was indifferent.

When Mu Yunchun satirized him, his face was a little embarrassed, he turned his head to look at the fluttering and falling apricot blossoms, and his tone was a little irritated.

"Chen Zilong wrote a poem in "Painting Spring", "Qingyin Pond Pavilion Horizontal Bridge, some rainy flowers, the place is so delicate in the slight cold, and I am fascinated by it. Look at the apricot blossoms falling in the leisurely courtyard, and the green bamboos Yang Liuqing, isn't this...doesn't it deserve the word 'good'?"

"Oh."

Liu Ruyan was still indifferent, staring at the clear water of the lake without any waves.

"What a boring person!" Mu Yunchun shook his sleeves.

"Only if you have good feelings in your heart, the good scene can be seen in your eyes. The gentleman is so talented. I offended you."

However, the corner of Liu Ruyan's mouth raised a slight curvature, with a half-smile, and looked at Mu Yunchun, but didn't say anything, turned around and walked away quickly.

Standing in the rain of apricot blossoms, Mu Yunchun stared at Liu Ruyan's disappearing back, inexplicably feeling a little more melancholy.

He mumbled to himself the next chapter of "Flower Hall Spring".

Recalling that outside the Qingmen embankment in the past, the fragrance of powder was chaotic.Yuyan is lonely and pale red, nothing tonight.

When the wind blows up, it blows up a pool of spring water.

This scene, Mu Yunchun has been hanging in his heart in the following days, even he can't explain it clearly, but why is a rude strange man so worried all the time.

He has been in Yuhu Villa for some time, and he is quite familiar with the people in the Villa.

The material of Liu Ruyan's green shirt is much more expensive than his plain white clothes, so he must not be a servant of the villa, but he didn't hear that the villa had any guests that day.

So, Mu Yunchun tried to test Yu Xiaoyu from the sidelines.

Yu Xiaoyu naturally said that she has no elder brother, as for the relatives and friends who will come to visit, she is not too sure.

Mu Yunchun was certain that Liu Ruyan was a foreign visitor, but he just happened to meet him.

Thinking about it this way, I can't help but have a lot of regrets.

Maybe, never see you again.

When the summer was scorching hot and the lotus blossoms were in full bloom, the owner of Yu Zhuang suddenly brought back a beautiful woman from outside.

She was wearing a blue skirt, with slender eyebrows and long eyes, without any makeup, and she only tied her hair with a thin wooden hairpin. Standing in the spacious living room, she was so few that there was nothing on earth.

Then, Mu Yunchun heard the instructions of the owner of Yuzhuang to his wife Qin and the others.

"This is old Fu Xinna's Aunt Yan, you all know her."

The author has something to say:

Write a short story of pure love, hehe, the kind where the full text is over, la la la la.