Chapter 127 Niu Tianci Biography (21) - Peach Blossom with Human Face

The battle is over.Sure enough, Yuncheng became popular for a long time, and he responded to the poems bestowed by God.All that's left of Pa's Furlong is coke and tiles.Important account books and things have been taken out beforehand; all the goods can be burned inside.Dad was sloppy in the past because he was sure. It was a peaceful time, and seeing Fulong was over, he felt that he didn't need to live anymore.In the past few years, he didn't dare to be sloppy, but the result was like this. He couldn't trust the business and himself at all.Fire is ruthless, guns have no eyes, his old age is living in fire and bullets, never thought of it!He has been very ill.

Tianci didn't go to the study for many days, he could no longer write poems.He's sorry for Dad, and shouldn't be treated as the sentence "red half the sky".He was sorry for Yuncheng, two large areas of South Street and North Street were burned, and the busiest place became a mound of dirt.When he was writing poems, he underestimated Yuncheng; when Yuncheng was really hurt, he loved it instead.The city should not be cursed, he thought.He dared not go out into the streets much.He didn't like doing business, but it never occurred to him to burn other people's houses casually; he regretted writing that poem.After all, he was his father's beloved son, and his feelings made him feel sorry for his father.He waited on Dad very carefully, lest Dad would die like this.Mom died to cheer him up; dad can't be cursed to death anymore.He felt his contradictions, but he couldn't reconcile them; Dad's illness was real, and he couldn't ignore it because his wishes were not noble, he wasn't that cruel.Listening to Dad moaning on the bed, he can no longer escape to the realm of poetry; life and death are more important than Liu Fengmingyue, although he doesn't quite understand those issues about life and death.

The students laughed at him, saying that he reversed the car to show his filial piety.Mr. Zhao wrote a letter, saying that he was not great if he didn't come to Shanghai;Tianci ignored them and let them say it. It is important to see Dad's illness first. This is a kind of responsibility. Dad's illness gradually recovered.No one dared to mention "Fulong" in front of him.He laughed instead: "You don't mention Fulong, okay! Actually, what is it? I figured it out when I was sick: I have no skills, I have always been sloppy, and luck made me earn two dollars. Later, I planned not to be sloppy." No, Fulong is rotten. I don’t understand, and I don’t want to understand. It’s better to be sloppy, old and old, why bother?!”

Even though he said so, no one believed him.When he was able to go out for activities, he always walked around, not passing by Fulong's fire scene.He leaned on crutches, and said to himself as he walked, that the white beard fell like a white butterfly.He said "Fulong"! Dad can go out for activities, and Tianci has something to do again.He joined Yunshe.This is a poetry society organized by several families in Yuncheng who have been reading books and serving as officials since ancient times.Plaques with the words "Xiaolian" and "Wenyuan" are almost all hung in front of the doors of important people in the society.They coughed louder when they walked in front of the county government office, and snorted cold air when they walked outside the chamber of commerce office.Although their hair was cut off, it was kept very long, and they were going to braid it once the imperial examinations were resumed.All their money was earned from other provinces; they lived in Yuncheng when they were young and old, and they were always outside when they were middle-aged; there were quite a few who had seen the emperor and the president.They have nothing to do with Yuncheng, the son of Tudouzi.Tianci was not qualified to join the Cloud Club, but a classmate in elementary school introduced him to him as a dutiful son and good at poetry.So they are willing to promote him.This classmate—Di Wenshan—was only in his twenties, but he was already stooped, he didn't spit when he had phlegm, and he kept coughing for fun.Yunshe advocates loyalty, filial piety and poetry, so it is downgraded to join Xu Tianci.Yunshe meets every 15th day of the Lunar New Year. They don't know there is a solar calendar.The gatherings are held in several families' homes in turn, maybe composing poem bells, guessing lantern riddles, maybe composing poems, and sometimes the old people even compose stereotyped essays for fun.Godsend found a new world, which is very interesting.People here are full of warm clothes and worry all day—they like to write poems with words such as "sorrow", "sorrow", "sorrow" and "sorrow".They smoked cigarettes, blinked their eyes at the roof, and worked for a long time at a time, really "doing".Worry about everything and do everything.Tianci went there for the first time, and just in time to write a poem, the title was "Peach Blossom".He imitated their appearance, blinked upwards, "do".He doesn't have peach blossoms in front of him, and he doesn't love peach blossoms, but he has to "do".Everyone blinked and shook their heads, unable to do anything.He thinks it's funny, it suits him, he's good at pretending.He also became worried.After worrying for a long time, he came out with four sentences: "The spring rain is full of love and sorrow is getting worse. The water under the Baihua Bridge flows lightly. Whose family is so blushing? A peach cloud protects the small building." He knew that there was no meaning here, just shaking his head from.If you shake it more time, maybe even more worries will come out.He couldn't shake anymore because his head was a little dizzy.As soon as the paper was handed in, he knew that he had a status, and these old people—who hadn't paid much attention to him at first—all looked at him with a look of promotion and backwardness.He began to think that his poem was interesting, but unfortunately he shook his head a little less!Old people love that "sorrow gradually worry".There was an old man who also wrote the word "sorrow", which was much worse than the one given by heaven - "flowing water, peach blossoms, swallows, sorrow".But everyone closed their eyes and thought about it for a long time, and then they realized something together: "It's also very profound!" The old man thought for a while: "Who says it's not!"

In addition to writing poems, Tianci also saw all kinds of new things, such as antiques, calligraphy and paintings in the house, and bergamot on the fruit plate.People drink tea in small cups, and you have to drink several times in a small cup.People open their mouths first when they speak, and then they may or may not speak.People's clothing is elegant, and the patches have a pattern.People don't talk about restaurants, but how they make snacks.His smile has a hook, and it also has the meaning of "I look down on you".People are particular about everything.People call him "Ci Weng"!He had to, of course.These people are different from Teacher Zhao and better: Teacher Zhao doesn't pay attention to clothes, and these people dress casually, but these people are particular about not being particular; they use silk as the lining and cloth as the surface, which is elegant.It is not uncommon for Mr. Zhao not to cut his hair for three months. These people's hair is also very long, but it looks good, not oily but slightly perfumed.They don't wear leather shoes, but silk socks; the old-fashioned mille-soled satin shoes and silk stockings have an indescribable harmony and elegance.This is my mother's method, but with a higher aesthetic, it is like sweet-scented osmanthus, the flowers are not bright but the taste is thick.God love this.Mom is right, one has to be an official, leaving Yuncheng to be an official, after all, people who have met the emperor or the president are extraordinary.These people look down on vernacular writing and vernacular poetry, and even read novels that are written by Tang people.He was ashamed that he had written vernacular poetry.These people look down on men and women walking together, they pay attention to taking concubines, they are good at writing poems, and they are romantic and talented.They didn't ask about his family affairs, or what property he had in the family; when they occasionally talked about money, they said that an antique had been seen for 2500 yuan and had not been sold yet.They can pick up an ancient object and judge its authenticity.Almost all of them can paint landscapes, and they boasted that they know medical skills and can prescribe prescriptions and pills.When they mention a person, they first talk about a large set of official titles, which year and month they were promoted, and which year and month they were dismissed, without any confusion.They called the magistrate of this county "Xu Gouzi".

He took off his shoes when he got home.Look at the room, it's so tacky!Climb up on the chair and tear off the frame of "Su Causeway Spring Dawn" and throw it in the kitchen.He has to try to get calligraphy and painting. If he has no money to buy antiques for a while, he must put on the bergamot.His own clothing was a problem. Even if Papa gave him money, he didn't know how to make it, and he couldn't name the materials. Di Wenshan gave him an idea, telling him to go to the Yuanxing Apparel Shop to buy some old clothes that were "original", such as Erlan solid gauze gowns, such as plain satin mandarin jackets; , Economical and ancient.Di Wenshan followed him, selected for him, gave him credit, and introduced him to tailor shops.It doesn't matter if Godsend has no money, Di Wenshan is willing to lend it to him; otherwise, Di Wenshan will give him all credit, and give the bill directly to Dad at the end of the festival - it is a kind of filial piety for a talented person to count the bills for Dad Well, this method is bestowed by God, so you don't have to negotiate directly with Dad for the time being, and we can talk about it when the account slip arrives.Di Wenshan is good at everything and is enthusiastic; any old shop can get things on credit, and they are cheap.Everyone in the shop called him "Second Master". They made tea for him, let him smoke, and chatted with him.They feel extremely honored that the second master wants to pay on credit.The second master bent over to see that their things were faulty. He coughed, shook his head, and flicked his fingers on the long ivory cigarette holder.When the second master picks up good things, he only says "we will count after the festival".They sent the second master outside the door.

Tianci dressed up and looked in the mirror--it's not a good look!Flat head, crooked legs, thin body, wearing ancient costumes, circling all over the body; it really looks like wearing a shroud.The second master gave him advice: "Bend a little, if you are soft, you will be soft, if you are loose, you will be loose; if you shake it a little bit, it will be natural and unrestrained." When Tianci shook it, he really took off the vulgarity, somewhat similar to Lu Dongbin!When he was swaying on the street at the beginning, everyone looked at him, he would feel shy; after walking with the second master twice, his nose used the original curl to push his nose to the top of the tree, smelling the fragrance left by the immortal in the clouds.His toes stopped touching, because he walked slowly and beautifully with his heels.Fans and other small odds and ends, it is not easy to buy ancient ones in Yuncheng. The second master sometimes gave him some gadgets, and sometimes sold them to him.The one that was sold to him did not ask for money at the time, nor did he negotiate the price. The second master is not a businessman: "Take it and use it first; this fan was bought by my grandfather when he was an official in Hangzhou. The painting is good and the writing is not bad. Don't sweat the buttocks, this is mottled bamboo, but it is different from ordinary bamboo, it would be terrible if the pattern is retting black!" Er Ye is a true friend, and taught him everything; because of him, Er Ye lost a lot of money.Life is indeed interesting, I can do everything without hurting my mind; I can talk about everything very elegantly.They went to the north of the city to go fishing together—never say fishing—Second Master’s fishing rod was worth more than 30 yuan, Second Master said!It doesn't matter whether you catch fish or not, it's for rejuvenation.Tianci really felt that he had to take care of his spirit. If he didn't take advantage of his youth and strength to take care of his spirit, when would he take care of it?Erye's fish and insects had been raised in a magnetic tank for more than a month, covered with wet straw paper, and it was red like coral branches.After fishing for a long time, the two caught a pair of small "willow leaves" more than an inch long, but how poetic it is!

Tianci also went to the second master's house.Erye's elder sister is two years older than Erye. She is a talented woman who can draw peonies with fine brushwork, embroider flowers, and play the flute.Erye's mother loves Tianci very much.After going there twice, the old lady allowed him to meet the talented woman.The talented girl came out and went in after a few words, but Tianci thought she had seen a fairy.The talented girl is called Wenying, with a long face, stable and thin; two long, slender eyebrows, black and curved.Dress casually and elegantly.Wen Ying was born when her father was an official in Guangzhou, and her father died in office. She can speak Cantonese!Mrs. Di answered in a casual manner and asked about the situation in Tianci's home. Falling into a realm that seems to be in love but not in love, I remembered "I had a marriage with Miss once".But there is no way to let her know; she doesn't see him often, and occasionally gives him a flute or two!He had to compose a poem, "Such a flute sounds like a dream, half of the peach blossoms are in the clouds!" He hummed, shook his head, and fell a few tears of rejuvenation on the pillow, because he couldn't sleep.

Mrs. Di treated him very kindly, she said to him euphemistically if there was anything wrong, she said: "I treat you as my own son!" The sides have to be painted frequently, the clothes should be folded, and the tea should be drunk slowly. "You can do whatever you want with me, our friendship; you have to be careful when you're in someone else's house, don't you?" she added.He was very grateful, but he was afraid that people would laugh at him as the son of a merchant.Go to someone's house and offer tea, and he simply refuses to drink it; if you are thirsty, you will be thirsty, and you must not lose your manners!He was a little more casual in Di's house, since Mrs. Di was so affectionate to him.Sometimes when guests come to Di's house, he doesn't have to leave, but hides in the second master's house.Wenying would bring him a small bowl of eight-treasure porridge or lotus seed soup during this season. "I'm afraid my mother's hands will get dirty, so I brought it for you myself." She put down the bowl, stood it up for a while, gave him a generous and intentional look, turned around slightly, and walked out.Tianci no longer wants to go home.

He didn't dare to let his father know about this.His period clothes are not worn at home.Master Hu saw his attire, and he told Master Hu: "It's cheap, replace the old one with a new one; feel how thick the old material is, it won't wear out in ten years, save money!" Don't say such non-poetic words, Rao said so, Master Tiger still stuck out his tongue. The most worrying thing is those account slips.What if at the end of the year, Dad suddenly receives them and is not responsible for repaying the debts?What to do?He pretended to be so-so, but he couldn't quite forget it.He even thought of a method that he would not use, but would use as a last resort: Mr. Zhao's money creation method-steal things and sell them.This is not a wise way, and it is a bit disgraceful, but for my own status and dignity outside, and for the cuteness of this kind of life, I must do it when necessary.Even if you offend Dad, you can't give up this kind of life.This is life among the clouds, above all else.He began to feel that people should be rich.Dad was right to get money, but it shouldn't be spent like that.One must have money first, and then spend it like the people in Yunshe, spending it in a fun way without the sound and taste of money.Money bought them poetry materials.

It is Wenying who makes him unable to bear to give up this kind of life.A woman who can draw and write is at home!A pair of talented men and women!How interesting it is to write poems together every day and worry about peach blossoms!Wenying must love him, he thought.It's not the kind of casual communication of female students, but a little affection that is kept silent; that bowl of eight-treasure porridge!It was worth spending all of dad's money to get her.He read, after delivering the porridge, before going to look at the eyes!His imagination softened his whole body, and he felt that he should become a woman—quiet, gentle, affectionate, good at painting peonies, and sentimental.He must never be Huang Tianba again, that's ridiculous.He has to be Zhang Sheng, Jia Baoyu is so affectionate that he can not even eat, and the thinner he is, the better he can compose poetry.People are like butterflies, flying on flowers all day long.He would like to turn into a butterfly, a little yellow butterfly, who only loves to land on white peonies!He has to steal from Dad so he can be a butterfly.