Painting Spring [short story]

Except for the owner's wife, everyone greeted her. Yu Xiaoyu stood aside with an ugly expression on her face.

Throughout the whole night, Mu Yunchun's heart was always up and down, that Aunt Yan and the young man under the apricot tree had the same eyebrows and eyes, even the cold expression was exactly the same.

Could it be that in the light rain of apricot blossoms that day, what he met was a woman?

Hey!

Mu Yunchun sighed quietly.

My heart is already half cold.

To him, even if a woman is beautiful and unparalleled in the world, he can't arouse even half of his affection.

But if he sees that handsome man, he always wants to do what he likes and make friends with him.

But in this world, Long Yang's addiction is something that the world is not ashamed of.

There are exceptions, brothel young ladies with bright eyes and bright teeth, and some wealthy families don't care about it, and it's common for them to seek out women for fun.

Unexpectedly, the young man in green shirt that he has been thinking about all the time is actually a woman, who has also become the owner's Aunt Yan, and he finally learned her name.

Ruyan Liu.

The green willows are like smoke.

This is indeed the name of a daughter's family.

On the second day, Mu Yunchun met Liu Ruyan again in the garden.

The people in the villa were respectful and orderly, so Mu Yunchun stopped and greeted Liu Ruyan.

"Hello, Aunt Yan, I was being rude that day. I didn't expect you to be my daughter's family. I'm sorry."

The tone was one of regret and loss that couldn't be hidden.

"What about a daughter's body, and what about a man's body, they are just playthings..."

Even the name "Liu Ruyan" is nothing more than a wave of mist drifting by.

The real name taboo has also gone with the wind, leaving no memory for a moment.

The plain-faced woman in front of her had a hoarse and low voice, and after a pause, she uttered a cold and indifferent sentence.

Mu Yunchun was dumbfounded, "Are you really?"

For some reason, Liu Ruyan didn't hate Mu Yunchun that much at the moment, and was even willing to say a few words to him.

"Then why would you..."

Mu Yunchun didn't understand, since he was a man, why did he pretend to be a girl and become the aunt of the owner of Yuzhuang, could it be that the owner of Yuzhuang was kept in the dark?No, the owner of Yuzhuang is an important official of the court, and he is very scheming, how could Liu Ruyan's tricks deceive him?

"Master... who said that the master must only like girls, you see, he took me into the mansion for peace of mind, and let me pretend to be a girl, hehehe..."

After all, without waiting for Mu Yunchun to answer, he had already crossed the rockery alone and walked away.

Mu Yunchun was left alone in place.

It took a long time before Mu Yunchun came back to his senses, the light in his eyes was unprecedentedly bright.

Liu Ruyan hid in a corner of the long corridor, and when she saw Mu Yunchun leave happily, she sighed faintly.

He grew up in Fireworks and Willow Lane, and his mind is transparent and exquisite. From the look in Mu Yunchun's eyes when he first saw him, and the joy when he learned that he was originally a man, he could feel the clue.

The corner of his mouth moved, and he smiled coldly.

"It's just another slutty apprentice..."

During the days in the villa, Liu Ruyan seldom went out, most of the time she locked herself in the house, and she didn't know what she was doing.

From time to time, Mu Yunchun pretended to be lost and walked past his courtyard, always thinking that if he could meet him once by chance, he would be satisfied.

Yu Xiaoyu was careless and didn't notice Mu Yunchun's thoughts.

On the other hand, the owner's wife, Mrs. Qin, has disliked Liu Ruyan ever since she entered the mansion, and tried every means to find trouble for him.

Liu Ruyan is cautious and low-key, and the owner of Yuzhuang protects him in every possible way, so Qin can't do anything.

Until one day, Mrs. Qin bumped into Mu Yunchun walking in front of Liu Ruyan's courtyard in the corridor, and even stopped in her tracks and looked back.

There was no one in front of the courtyard.

It was this look that made Qin's mind think, only God help her.

Mu Yunchun is young and refined, well-versed in literature and logic, and can play the piano and compose poems. The hibiscus flowers he draws even attract dragonflies. If such an elegant young man...

"If something happens between Aunt Yan and Mu Yunchun, others will be convinced."

Qin Shi snipped off the peony in her hand, and the flower juice moistened her fingertips, but she didn't notice it.

During the Qixi Festival, there was a family banquet in the palace, and the owner of Yuzhuang brought his female relatives to go. Liu Ruyan never participated in such entertainment, let alone it was not convenient in his capacity.

Aunt Mei and the others also asked for leave and went back to her natal home for the festival. The huge Yuhu Villa suddenly became quiet, leaving only Liu Ruyan and Mu Yunchun.

In the East Wing and the West Wing, one is indifferent and the other is in a state of disorder.

Mu Yunchun drank some sweet-scented osmanthus wine by himself, and his heart became more and more lost. He picked up his pen and fluently, and within half a stick of incense, on the thin rice paper, Liu Ruyan, wearing a thin green shirt with fluttering sleeves, stood plainly on the apricot. Flowers in light rain.

It's done.

Looking carefully at the candlelight, one eyebrow and one glance was just right.

Suddenly, Mu Yunchun felt his ears warm and his heart beating, his hands and feet went weak, and then he collapsed to the ground.

When he became a little conscious, he was already lying on the bed, and there seemed to be a warm body beside him.

Mu Yunchun tried his best to open his eyes, and suddenly saw that the person lying on the couch was Liu Ruyan who had been thinking about him day and night.

His normally fair face was now stained with a peach pink halo, delicate and charming, like a drunken concubine.

His clothes had already come off at some point, leaving only a thin layer, as thin as a cicada's wing.

Mu Yunchun's scorching hot body was pressed against Mu Yunchun, confused and irrational.

The breathing of the two became more and more rapid, three points were astringent, and seven points were eager.

When Liu's arms like smoke and jade lotus root climbed up, Mu Yunchun realized that his clothes had already been stripped off and he was naked.

Mu Yunchun stretched out his hand anxiously and anxiously, caressing Liu Ruyan's slim and smooth waist...

The faint fragrance of jasmine squeezed in from the corner of the door and flowed in the wing room.

Inside the thin cotton curtain, Mu Yunchun and Liu Ruyan are already stuck together, inseparable.

In the middle of the night, everyone returned to the villa, and the owner of Yuzhuang had a good time after drinking. Naturally, he asked Liu Ruyan to serve him by name.

One of Qin's confidantes pretended to slip up.

"Owner, Madam, Aunt Yan went to the West Wing. It's already midnight, and she hasn't returned to her room yet."

The owner of Yuzhuang suddenly felt green on his head, holding a sword, and angrily kicked open the door of Mu Yunchun's room.

However, everyone who followed saw that Mu Yunchun's clothes were neat, Liu Ruyan was intact, one was sitting in front of the painting table, and the other was stroking a teacup leisurely.

The two were neat and meticulous, their faces were peaceful, and there was no sign of sexual intercourse.

"This is how the same thing?"

Master Yuzhuang frowned, stepped forward to check, but saw that Mu Yunchun was painting himself.

Liu Ruyan stood up, pretending to be surprised.

"Master, why are you here? I originally wanted to surprise you, but now it looks like it's going to fail."

"What surprise?"

Master Yuzhuang's heart softened a little.

Liu Ruyan pointed to Mu Yunchun, who was immersed in painting, "It is said that Missy's husband is good at calligraphy and painting, so I thought, I will draw a portrait of you, so that I will not be loved by the owner in the future, and I can also drink to the painting. Let's talk about the pain of lovesickness."

That's the end of the story, Mu Yunchun's portrait of the old and healthy owner of the village has also been completed, and the owner of Yuzhuang stepped forward to savor it carefully.

Quite happy, "Sir, this painting is very good. This old man looks like looking at a bronze mirror. Wonderful, wonderful, come and appreciate it!"

After everyone dispersed, Mu Yunchun's hand holding the paintbrush finally fell down, and he sat down on the chair numbly, panting heavily.

Behind the screen of his room, Yu Xiaoyu stepped on her embroidered shoes and swayed out.

She originally disliked the wives at the banquet who were like wild dogs, biting and biting, enjoying it.

So he went back to the villa ahead of time, unable to sleep for a while and wanted to talk to Mu Yunchun, but the lights were still on anyway.

Unexpectedly, there was no answer after knocking for a long time, but when she heard a strange sound coming from inside, she pushed the door open and broke in.

I thought that Mu Yunchun was in danger, but when I went in, I found out that it was indeed danger. He was actually hugging his father's Aunt Yan.

Moreover, Aunt Yan is still a poor-faced scholar.

Yu Xiaoyu was so angry that she poured a cup of tea on it.

The three of them woke up as if they had just woken up from a dream, and they also understood that something was wrong, so they prepared the play just now, and deceived the drunken owner of Yuzhuang.

Because of this, Yu Xiaoyu developed resentment and disgust towards Mu Yunchun and Liu Ruyan.

Within a few days, he found an excuse to invite Mu Yunchun out.

Mu Yunchun stood at the gate of Yuhu Villa. When he came, it was still full of flowers, and the misty rain was like wine. Now when he left, it coincided with the waning autumn and the sparse shadows.

Liu Ruyan didn't know where she went, and she didn't see each other when they parted.

"From then on, each will live in peace with his destiny. This farewell is the end of the world. Goodbye, Ruyan."

In a blink of an eye, winter turns to spring, and apricot blossoms bloom again.

Mu Yunchun saw in the notice at the entrance of the village that Yuhu Mountain Villa was suspected of assassinating the emperor, the whole village was sealed off, and the Tianjia Jinyi Guards surrounded the villa heavily, not allowing even a single bird to be released.

Later, a fire suddenly fell from the sky at the Yuhu Villa, and it burned to ruins overnight. The owner of the Yuhu Villa, his wife Qin and all the aunts did not escape.

Only the eldest lady of the Yu family, Yu Xiaoyu, escaped unharmed because she entered the palace.

Upon hearing the news, Mu Yunchun burst into tears and rushed to Yuhu Villa overnight. On the ruins, yellow leaves were falling, and the former splendid villa was gone.

The Tian family's soldiers had also withdrawn, and Mu Yunchun walked through the ashes, but saw Yu Xiaoyu crying on the ground.

"What are you doing here? Do you want to see my joke?"

Yu Xiaoyu's whole body was dusty, she had lost a lot of weight, but she was still strong and fierce.

"Are... are you okay?" Mu Yunchun didn't know how to comfort her.

"I heard that His Majesty is sympathetic to the fact that you have lost your relatives, and specially pardoned you to leave the palace and go home to worship."

"He will put gold on his face." Yu Xiaoyu rolled her eyes coldly.

"I'm no longer a concubine in the palace... His Majesty hates me and doesn't want to be a villain, so he found an excuse to drive me out of the palace, Mu Yunchun, you know, my father has been a cautious official all his life, why? Become a traitor? All of this is thanks to Liu Ruyan, he, he is a bitch, he will repay his kindness, bitch!"

It turned out that Liu Ruyan came to the villa with great hatred.

In the old days, Liu Ruyan's family lived in harmony. His father found a treasure while cutting firewood on the mountain. Only then did Shanmao survive the disaster, but was also forced by fate to live in Yanhualiu Lane and become a brothel boy.

Until, he met Master Yuzhuang again.

The owner of Yuzhuang let Liu Ruyan's family be ruined, and Liu Ruyan also wanted him to taste the taste of destroying the family.

"Sir, you know that a few days ago, on a whim, the Holy Majesty took Xiao Yu, who had already been conferred the title of Concubine Li, back to Yuhu Villa, but it happened to give that bitch a chance to assassinate her..."

"What about...the others?"

Mu Yunchun squeezed his hands tightly, not daring to imagine.

"He's dead...that bitch, he's not a man or a woman, he killed my whole family, how can he not be buried with him?"

Yu Xiaoyu's face was grim, beyond recognition.

When Yu Xiaoyu had cried enough and fainted from crying, Mu Yunchun sighed and left Yuhu Villa with Yu Xiaoyu on his back.

Waking up and sleeping, groggy.

When Yu Xiaoyu woke up again, she was already on the field ridge in the countryside, the carriage was slowly moving forward, Mu Yunchun sat quietly in a corner, her eyes were red and swollen.

"Sir, where are you taking me?" Yu Xiaoyu asked in a low voice.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Sir, what about you?"

"Let's go to Xinghua Village, shall we?"

Yu Xiaoyu readily agreed, and her face instantly turned red like a glowing sky.

She has always liked this timid gentleman.

Unfortunately, he doesn't like female sex.

Forget it, now, it's good to have people by my side.

Yu Xiaoyu's thoughts gradually drifted away, her eyes blurred.

Mu Yunchun recalled leisurely, that day after Yu Xiaoyu fainted, he carried her out of the villa, but at the end of the street, he found a green shirt coming.

He wore a veiled hat, but his voice was still low and hoarse.

"Sir, I have been waiting for you here for a long time."

It was Ruyan Liu.

He didn't even die.

After he failed in the assassination, he fled as a servant, and he was also the one who set the villa on fire.

But he didn't go, he was waiting, waiting for someone who wasn't sure who would come.

Fortunately, he waited.

"Ruyan, it's great that you're still alive. I want to take you away. Where do you want to go?"

Mu Yunchun was ecstatic.

"I...I want to go to Xinghua Village, which is my hometown."

Liu Ruyan said shallowly, "Mister has been taking Missy with him, where do you want to go?"

"I don't know. She is the only one left in the villa now. Staying here is empty. I am her teacher. I can't watch her die. Besides, she saved us last year on Qixi Festival."

Mu Yunchun was very grateful for Yu Xiaoyu's sudden appearance that day.

"You...will marry her?" Liu Ruyan pondered.

"will not."

Mu Yunchun said decisively, "I've always wanted to ask you, did you regret it on Chinese Valentine's Day last year?"

A group of officers and soldiers rushed over suddenly, Liu Ruyan was startled, and pushed Mu Yunchun into the haystack beside him, motioning him to keep silent.

Then, the officers and soldiers took Liu Ruyan away.

After that, Mu Yunchun never heard from Liu Ruyan again.

Except for the paper fan that Liu Ruyan placed on the haystack.

There is a line of hairpin lowercase written on it.

"Spring rain is like wine and willows are like smoke."

Spring is the spring of Mu Yunchun.

"The most is the April day in the south of the Yangtze River, the spring rain is like wine and the willows are like smoke." Mu Yunchun muttered to himself with a fan on his fingertips.

"Sir, what are you reading?"

Yu Xiaoyu tilted her head and asked him.

These days, Yu Xiaoyu always likes to tilt her head and smile at him, occasionally mentioning Yuhu Villa, occasionally mentioning Liu Ruyan, but she is at a loss, as if she has forgotten all the past.

However, how can you just forget about the tragic death of the family?

On the street that day, Liu Ruyan came to see Mu Yunchun in disguise, and Yu Xiaoyu in the carriage saw it clearly.

Officer, she reported it.

If Liu Ruyan is not dead, how can she survive?

"It's a beautiful spring scene, just talking nonsense, let's go, go to Xinghua Village..." Mu Yunchun sighed.

.......

On the execution ground, Liu Ruyan's hair was disheveled, but An Su was indifferent.

"No regrets!"

He said.