V1.Chapter 39 (1/2)
Wei Boyu, who has devoted his whole life to cursive script, can stand the cold solitude of living on Xiaozhu mountain for decades, and will not have a gorgeous inner room. These three living yellow mud huts are simple and tight. It's decided that they are not those who show people by their huts and whitewash their inner rooms.
After Wei Boyu left, the Wei family gathered the small bamboo mountain and the cottage to return to the family. They didn't add much embellishment either. One plant, one tree and one inkstone were all the scenes of Wei Boyu at that time, which remained unchanged for a hundred years.
Now, people come in, but when they see mud walls and the main hall, although there are several couches and iron pear wood, it's good, but the style is simple and tight. Obviously, the craftsman hired at the beginning is average, but he will make it. It's simple and plain, without any decoration.
In several places, the paint color falls off and there are obvious traces of repair.
Looking around, on this side of the hall, the whole wall is pasted with mulberry paper, hanging a number of calligraphy and paintings. The story of Zhushan is in the list, but it's all imitations. The real ones are hidden in the Wei's library, which is determined not to be placed here at will.
One room on the left and one room on the left and one room on the left, and the other room is the study on the East. Seeing the water eye light of Song Dynasty, the smart maid hurriedly moves to play the curtain. The books in the room are listed on the wall and several cases are placed in front of the window. The lamps on the case are newly wiped and shining. Under the lamps, there are bamboo slips spread out half at will and placed on the case surface. The master imitated Buddha is still there, but he will come back from time to time when he goes out.
The east room is the study while the west room is the bedroom.
Although Wei Boyu was the elder of three people a hundred years ago, he has passed away, but song Zaishui and Wei Changying are young and delicate girls, and they never go to spy on the elder's bedroom.
After sitting in the hall for a while, song drank tea in the water, used some snacks, recovered his strength, but didn't mention going down the mountain. Looking around, he suddenly sighed, ”if you can get the peace of the mountain, even if there is no meat in the hut, no meat in the food, no hairpin in the wood, and no clothes in the self-woven, how can you live a life like this?”
Wei Changying was told by Mrs. song that he should pay attention to song Zaishui. When he heard the words, he changed his color slightly. He said tentatively, ”if I come here once in a while, my cousin feels strange. But I've been here for a long time, I'm afraid it's boring.”
Song said in the quiet water: ”I'd like to live here for decades, listening to the waves of the bamboo sea every day, but it's a pity...”
”Decades are too long. If cousin really likes it, let's send someone back to report it to elder generation. After two or three days, cousin will change her mind.” Wei Changying reluctantly smiles. She thought that song Zaishui's sudden proposal to travel was not right. Now listening to song Zaishui's envy of Wei Boyu's former residence, she feels more and more strange
There was a brief silence in the hut, and song in the water said lightly: ”two or three days, counting the light on the day, the angel will arrive in Fengzhou, how can you delay?” Close your eyes, a moment later, she raised her sleeves and stood up. ”Let's go outside.”
Wei Changying's brother and sister looked at each other and relied on her.
Three yellow mud houses, even with two narrow houses for children's servants, were so big that they turned around in a few steps. Song still didn't mention returning to the city in the water, saying, ”go to the top of the mountain to have a look.”
There is a spring on the top of Xiaozhu mountain. It's not good, but it's clean.
Wei Changying looks down at the reflection of herself in the small pond formed by the spring water. She and song Zaishui chose to wear light colors today because they don't want to attract the attention of pedestrians. She and song Zaishui wear broad sleeves with lilac color, and embroidered with cyan silk thread and peony. Because of the heat, they only wear a group of blue brassieres, dark embroidered with cloud patterns, and the lower part of the water colored fairy skirt with apricot red brocade around their waists Ribbons, inlaid with gold inlay, with jade and auspicious cloud pendant.
The water is as clear as a mirror, reflecting her white jade like a bright face, her eyes like a little paint, her temples like a crow's wings. She is really a beauty.
-- my cousin said that when I leave the pavilion, there will be no such wanton time I don't know if I will go to the water bank again after years. Is there such a time when I can take photos on the water and feel proud of the beautiful shadows in the water?
Song Zaishui, who stood near her two steps apart, also looked thoughtfully at the bamboo forest on the opposite side of the pond. The daughter of song's family, on the one hand, said that Yanzhao of Ming Dynasty was inferior to Ying of Wei Chang, but on the other hand, she was dignified and everyone's image was beyond Wei Chang Ying's reach.
The mountain wind comes from the bottom of the sleeve, and between the elegant clothes, the cousins are more and more set off as if they are the same as the heavenly daughter, like going back in the wind.
The waiters around were frightened by the second daughter's face light, and could not help but silence.
Wei Changfeng grew up with Wei Changying. He was also his first brother-in-law. He always treated his cousin song in the water as a courtesy. He only had his hair tied up. He was always urged by his elders to study. He studied hard for many years. He didn't think about AI yet. He didn't feel any sense about the scene of their marriage being hurt by the photos and shadows of the two sisters in the water. However, he was interested in a few happy fish in the pond. How could he work hard Learning from Gao Shi's style, Wei Changfeng is just a 15-year-old boy. Although he knows how to study hard, he is hard-working when he travels. When he sees two elder sisters on the top of the mountain, they stand beside the water and get distracted. Each of them is surrounded by a maid. He thinks it will be nothing for him. He can't help but turn around and ask Wei Qing in a low voice: ”the third brother may get a fishing rod?”
Wei Qing ranks the third in his peer group. Although he is now a bodyguard for Wei Changfeng and wants to call him ”five Childs”, Wei Changfeng is very kind and has been calling his third brother according to the family's name, which is also a kind of solicitation.Wei Qing has been following Wei Changfeng for two or three years. He knows about this childe's temperament. He glances at the pool and immediately knows Wei Changfeng's mind. His mouth is slightly cocked up, and then he says positively, ”I'm afraid there is no such thing on the mountain, but I can do it now.”
…… When we went out, we were always ready. Wei Qing asked for a sewing needle, and Xin Li immediately gave the bag. After finding the stone beside the pool, he bent the sewing needle on the top, and then took the silk thread and rubbed it up. Wei Qing tried to do the same. He cut a green bamboo nearby - just a fishing rod.