Li Huang

She laughed as she listened: "Xie Niang said it's so beautiful, but I do have a loose-colored coat, but I don't know how to go with the skirt."

I thought for a while and said: "Sister can go and cut a light pink Luo skirt, then I will embroider my sister with lotus flowers, which is the most suitable for summer."

She smiled and said, "I will have to trouble you then."

I shook my head: "It's just a matter of effort."

She took the corner of my clothes and looked at it carefully, looking like she couldn't put it down. Finally, he said to me with regret: "Xie Niang, you embroider, it's a pity to embroider yourself. If you make embroidery and sell it in the town, you will surely sell it for a big price."

Aunt Huang walked up when she heard it: "It's true. The skirt that Niang Xie embroidered for Master Li's house last time was regarded as a treasure by Miss Li."

I shook my head: "I'm a woman and it is naturally inconvenient to show up and sell embroidery, not to mention that Anyang is some distance away from here."

"How difficult is it? You embroider yours. I will pick it up in a while and put it on the silk and satin shop. And Xie Niang can embroider according to the requirements of those ladies."

Bi Lian smiled and said, "I heard my mother say that you haven't bought any land. How much money can you get from hunting by Brother Xie?"

I thought for a while and nodded. This is indeed a good idea. Looking up at Xi He, there was a little bit of guilt in his eyes. I knew he didn't want me to work, but although his talent in martial arts was high, he couldn't do it for the time being in such mountains and fields. What's more, he can't do it either. After all, if it is noticeable, it will naturally reveal his whereabouts. So he has his helplessness, I understand, and he knows it well.

Xu Ye saw Xi He's expression a bit sullen, and Big Brother Huang stepped forward and said, "Thank you brother, your arrow skills are so good, martial arts should be good too."

Xihe put away the expression on his face, and put on a gentle smile: "Martial arts is okay. Brother Huang wants to learn martial arts?"

"If Brother Xie is willing to teach me, I can't ask for it. I think if you are good at martial arts, you can go to the Yamen martial arts test to win fame." Huang Da Ge explained.

Xihe was startled, and immediately smiled helplessly, but he couldn't refute the words of Big Brother Huang, so he had to say: "I think about it. But my skills can't be compared with Lianjiazi."

Big Brother Huang still admires him: "You go try it, if you get the best, it doesn't matter if you don't." After thinking about it, "But it's time for spring."

Xi He smiled but did not answer.

"Okay, okay, come over for dinner." Aunt Huang brought out the pheasant soup, the aroma was overflowing, "This is what Brother Xie called today. You are very good."

The dinner was very hearty. In addition to dumplings and chicken soup, there were six or seven dishes. We took wine. Brother Huang and Brother Zhang were very happy and had a happy drink with Xihe. I heard Aunt Huang, her daughter and daughter-in-law gossiping about their parents, occasionally inserting a sentence or two, and my heart was full of warmth.

"Thank you brother, I heard that you have read a book?" Brother Zhang asked: "Our yamen just lacks a paperwork. I wonder if you would like to go? I can recommend it for you."

Xihe shook his head: "I am a little familiar with pen and ink. However, if you go to Yamen as a errand, you have to move to Hanyang. We just settled here. It is really not suitable to move again in the short term."

He looked at me and said, "Moreover, Niang Xie and Aunt Huang are very emotional. If you want her to leave, she will definitely not want to." After thinking about it, he said to Brother Zhang, "But if there is a non-urgent trick of copying, I can do it. Please also ask Brother Zhang to help me pay attention."

Brother Zhang said that it was a pity that he didn't give up and said: "If you think you are willing, come to me. As for the work of copying, if I know which company needs it, I will definitely let it come to you."

Xihe clasped his fist and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhang."

Brother Huang seemed to think of something: "In fact, the private schools in several villages around us are missing a gentleman. If Brother Xie is willing, you can try it. And the school is not far from here, just in front of the village. There are many government offices."

Xihe's eyes lit up: "I would like to try this."

Brother Zhang looked at Xi He and smiled, "I heard that I'm going to be a teacher in academy, but I also have to take a test of knowledge."

Brother Huang said worriedly: "I heard that I can test the Four Books and Five Classics, and I still have to compose poems!" He added: "This school is quite famous in the Four Miles and Eight Towns, and the requirements for the husband are high.

Xihe glanced at the crowd: "I still remember the Four Books and Five Classics, but I can give it a try if I write poems."

Brother Zhang seemed to be interested: "I sometimes make one or two poems, but they all say they are limericks." He said, grabbing his hair and smiling: "The poems made by our master, that's good. It's better to thank brother. If you make a song, I ask the master to comment on it? Maybe he can write a letter of recommendation, so that it will be easier for you to be a husband."

Xi He wanted to refuse, but Big Brother Zhang repeatedly asked, so he had to agree.

He thought for a while: "It's okay to ask him to comment, but there is no pen and ink here."

Aunt Huang said hurriedly, "Yes, we used to paint flowers, we have some paper and ink at home." She said and found it out.

Xihe couldn't shirk anymore, so he had to bite the bullet and walk to the table.

I saw him embarrassed, knowing that he was worried, stepped forward to grind for him, and whispered: "You can make a song casually, it will be fine if you think about it."

He nodded and wrote on the paper:

"At the time of the day, personnel and affairs are urging, the winter solstice and the sun and spring are coming again.

Embroidered five patterns add weak lines, blowing six tubes of floating dust.

Shore Rong waiting for the La will Shu Liu, the mountain is eager to flush the cold and want to release the plum.

Clouds and things do not differ from country to country, teach children and cover the cup. "?

I looked at the poem. The poem was very well done and the characters were also good. Although he has changed the commonly used fonts, after more than ten years of practice, it will not be bad.

I smiled softly. If he wants, which one can't do it?

Brother Zhang picked up the paper and read it carefully, his admiration in his eyes became heavier and heavier: "Thank you brother, you are so talented. It is a shame not to test your fame."

Xihe held a fist to him: "Don't hide from Brother Zhang, I really don't like officialdom. I just want to be a villager in the mountains. I hope Brother Zhang will understand."

Big Brother Zhang shook his head and sighed a pity, but did not mention the matter again.

Snow beads fell on the way home, but not big. I held a plate of glutinous rice balls, which I had made myself before. Aunt Huang specially picked it out and let me take it home to cook and eat.

Xihe kept looking at the glutinous rice **** all the way, I saw the expectation in his eyes, and said to him shallowly and jokingly: "Isn't there enough to eat at my aunt's house?"

He rubbed his nose and smiled, "I'm full, but I'm not full."

I looked at him angrily: "What do you mean by not being full?"

He pointed to his stomach: "I saw Aunt Huang left your bag, so naturally I kept some for glutinous rice balls."

I was walking into the door and looked back at him: "Then you have to chop wood and boil water."

He smiled at me in response: "Yes." Then he went to the back of the house.

I suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, and couldn't help but said, "Is the plum blossom behind the house? It smells like this!"

He closed his eyes and sniffed: "I didn't smell anything, you go into the house and I'll chop some firewood."

I walked into the room and boiled the water to make glutinous rice balls, and a faint fragrance came from the white air. I was shocked and turned around. I saw Xihe holding the bundle of firewood in one hand and a plum blossom in the other hand.

"It's really plum blossoms. This is a good sign." He smiled softly at me in the steam, and I suddenly felt that all this was unreal like a dream. It seems that at dawn, this dream will wake up, leaving sadness and memories.

"Vir, how about making a poem about this plum blossom?" Xihe suggested, speaking first by himself: "Huang Zhong should be urged by the wind, and the yin and the yang will rise and return.

Kwai Ying moved to the sun, and the plum blossoms first took advantage of the cold.

The Iori represents the age of Japan, and the six-tube flying Jia moves fine gray.

There are already Lall willows on the shore, and they want to bring spring. "???

I looked at the flower that resembled beeswax beads, graceful as a fairy asleep, so silent and sweet. There is also a fragrant floral fragrance that refreshes the heart. He couldn't help but replied: "All the loneliness is shaken off, and they occupy the small garden.

The shadows are horizontal and the water is clear and shallow, and the dark fragrance floats at dusk.

Frostbirds want to steal their eyes first, and white butterflies are like knowing and breaking their souls.

Fortunately, there is a micro-yin, so you don't need to be good at sharing gold bottles. "?

I brought the dumplings to the right room, which is generally used as a study room. I saw Xi He was drawing something in front of the wooden table. He had inserted the plum blossom into a kiln-glazed double-rolled straw-eared vase by the window, exuding a faint fragrance.

I put the dumplings on the round table aside and walked over to look at him. I saw nine plum branches with peculiar roots drawn on the snow-white rice paper, and nine petals and nine plum flowers were drawn on each branch with a line drawing brushwork. He didn't look at me but said: "Today is beautiful and sunny. Naturally, red is used."

Only then did the first petal of the first plum blossom become crimson.

"When the winter is over, this "Nine-Nine Chilling Picture" will be completed. Weier, how do you color it every day?"

I stepped forward, thought about it, and spread out a pair of gold-sprinkled red paper, picked up the fine sheep he had drawn before, and wrote a horizontal line.

Xi He took the pen in my hand, smiled mysteriously at me, and wrote a stroke on the other one. Then smiled mysteriously: "After nine or nine is over, see if we can match what we have done in our hearts."

I was swaying the brush in the blue and white brush wash of the passionflower entwined branches, watching the red and black ink rippling like light smoke in the brush wash, and like a man and woman in love intertwined, I couldn't help but say: "That You have to write this couplet."

He blew the rice paper carefully, and said with a smile: "We should write half of the couplet by ourselves. We will hang it in the hall until the spring day."

I nodded and brought the glutinous rice **** in front of him: "Hurry up and eat it while it's hot, don't you have to teach Brother Huang to shoot arrows tomorrow morning."

In the daytime, I do some embroidery work. Xi He teaches Big Brother Huang to shoot arrows and occasionally go hunting with him in the mountains. In the evening, we dye the plum petals on the picture and write the couplets completely. The days are simple and peaceful, but the heart is full. rely.

Unconsciously, more than a month later, Aunt Huang's daughter and son-in-law came to Huangjia Village on this day, along with a middle-aged man in a gray robe, white shirt and goatee.

Brother Zhang took this young man to where we live, saying that he wanted to see Xi He. At that time Xihe was practicing sword in the back room, and a set of returning wind blowing willow sword danced to the extreme, body and sword, like flowing water and moving clouds, elegant and light. The sword aura was strong, and the snow fell on a few plum trees behind the house, and it fell on him, disappearing in a flash.

"Thanks, brother, good swordsmanship!" Big Brother Zhang exclaimed. He said again, "Thank you brother, this is the master of our government office. The last time he read your poem, he always wanted to see you."

The man nodded slightly, clasped his fists and smiled at Xi He: "Liu Zhenbang is next."

Xihe also politely said: "Now, Xie Yuhuan." Pointing at me and saying: "This is Zhuojing. Please come inside."

I brought tea and went into the main room. Because I was a married woman, everyone at Aunt Huang's house was considered a family, so it was natural to meet her son and son-in-law. But at this time, an outsider came and showed his face, so he kept his head down, put down the tea, and went out.

There were sporadic words, hearty laughter, and Xi He's voice: "Brother Liu has done so exquisitely. I admire him."

I smiled softly, Xihe is a talented person, and our meeting and knowing are mostly derived from the feelings of sympathy.

And out of the palace, as the people at the bottom, in this mountain, we will not chant poems every day, he will inevitably be lonely. At this time, it is also good to have someone appreciate him.

My guilt is overflowing, Xi He is actually lonely...