Yuan Kewen is a famous scholar.

A true celebrity.

There were many great masters in the Republic of China, but if we talk about the demeanor of the Wei and Jin Dynasties and the celebrities, who could be better than Yuan Hanyun?

Regarding Yuan Hanyun, there is a good story about "Five Yuan and One Life Lanting Tie".

Yuan Hanyun loved the stele "Preface to the Lanting Anthology", so he collected many rubbings of the "Preface to the Lanting Anthology" stele.

Wu Buchan has a copy of "Liao Shui Orchid Pavilion Tie". Since Wu is a member of the Yu tribe, there is a postscript written by Xian Yu at the end of the post, which is extremely rare.

This post was obtained from Yang Zhitang's family in Haiyuan Pavilion, and included a letter from Bao Shenbo and a letter from Ding Jianqing to Yang Zhitang on "Luoshui Lanting Post".

During the reign of Emperor Hongxian, Wu Buchan was troubled by a group of minions who were keen on imperialism because he wrote a letter to dissuade the monarchy, and suffered several accidents.

Therefore, Wu Huaibao's ancestral "Liao Shui Orchid Pavilion Tie" was offered for sale to Wang Shitong.

Yuan Hanyun happened to be visiting. After learning about this, Yuan Hanyun graciously agreed to send Wu Buchan to Jinmen.

When he arrived at Qianmen Station, Yuan Hanyun found that he was completely penniless and had no choice but to borrow five yuan from his servant before buying a ticket to send Wu Buchan to Jinmen.

Wu Buchan was moved and joked: ""Liao Shui Lanting Tie" should be renamed "Five Yuan Yi Ming Lanting Tie".

After Yuan Hanyun came back, he couldn't put it down and copied "Liao Shui Orchid Pavilion Tie" every day. According to a joke of Wu Buchan, he inscribed "Five Yuan One Life Orchid Pavilion Tie" on the post.

When Wu Buchan returned home, he secluded himself in the village school. When Duan Qirui came to power, someone from Jing Zhaoyin invited him to go north to participate in politics.

Wu Jian refused and said: "I don't have a second "Liao Shui Orchid Pavilion", and there is no second Master Hanyun in the world. Five yuan is rare, and one life is hard to save. I will never go to Beijing again."

It is said that this post later passed into the hands of Yu Youren.

There are many anecdotes about Mr. Hanyun, and they can be summed up in one word, nothing more than the four words "romantic".

Looking at Wuyi Nandu and Zhuque Bridge, those celebrities from the Wei and Jin Dynasties are nothing more than "romantic".

During the Spring Festival of 1931, Yuan Hanyun's daughter Yuan Jiayi died of illness. He was depressed and went to the home of his friend Fang Dishan to talk about burying his daughter.

Yuan Hanyundao said that his daughter loved peach blossoms during her lifetime and planned to bury her in a place where peach blossoms bloomed.

Fang Dishan replied: "Xigu Yidi is the place where peach blossoms bloom."

"Why not buy more land?"

Yuan Hanyun said something out of nowhere.

What is the use of buying more land?

Fang Dishan was puzzled, but Yuan Hanyun remained silent for a long time.

One month later, Yuan Hanyun died suddenly at the age of forty-two.

After Yuan Hanyun's death, his family buried him in Xugu, together with Yuan Jiayi.

This is it!

Chang Xian tilted his tricycle to the side and looked silently at the second son of the Yuan family, who was once famous in the Republic of China, lying in a deserted wilderness like this.

The most conspicuous symbol of the cemetery is a stone tablet with five simple words engraved on it: Yuan Kewen's Tomb.

This was later carved by Yuan Kewen's son, Yuan Jiaqi.

It is said that there was another piece with the inscription Fang Dishan engraved on it, but it was stolen at some point.

Next to this tombstone, there were originally three other tombstones, one belonging to Yuan Shikai's aunt Shen, and one belonging to Yuan Kewen's biological mother Jin.

There is also a piece that belongs to my daughter Yuan Jiayi.

Today, the whereabouts of these monuments have disappeared. Only the last monument and the five lonely words on this stone monument are left.

Tomb of Yuan Kewen.

At that time, Yuan Hanyun, who was known as "there are Huang Jinrong and Du Yuesheng in the south, and Yuan Hanyun, the leader of Jinbei Gang in the north", is here.

Yuan Hanyun, who can read ten lines at a glance, has a photographic memory, is familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, and is well versed in poems, songs, calligraphy and paintings, and has a graceful literary talent. Yuan Hanyun, who was known as "Cai Bizijian" by his time, is here.

Yuan Hanyun, who likes to sing Kunqu opera, play with ancient coins, collect ancient books, and befriend literati, and who says he "aims to be a scholar," is here.

Yuan Hanyun, the second son of the emperor, who is "more romantic than an emperor and a prince, even better than Chen Si", is here.

Lonely crop fields, sparse woods, and weeds swaying in the wind.

Yuan Hanyun's tomb is submerged in the grass growing everywhere.

It seems to be laughing at something, and it seems to be feeling something.

There was silence between heaven and earth. Chang Xian could clearly hear his breathing and the flow of his blood.

Chang Xian found a branch somewhat numbly, pondered for a moment, and then started writing vigorously on the wasteland in front of the tomb, his mind racing and his handwriting standing straight.

Yangcun mourned Yuan Hanyun.

Under the cold clouds and in the desert, there is a solitary grave, and the sound of cicadas is like the sound of rain.

Being handsome and elegant does not hinder the passage of time, and there is no need to fear the separation of yin and yang in romance.

The tea is especially warm when the prince is dead, and the wine is still warm when the celebrity is still alive.

For eighty days, don’t go to the highest floor of Qiong Tower.

The sound of branches scraping on the ground was intermittent, sometimes high and sometimes low. As he wrote, Chang Xian seemed to have someone singing in his ears: "It's so windy and rainy in high places, don't go to the top floor of Qiong Tower!"

Then I heard Master Nan’s words in a daze: “You must have a heart of awe.”

"In the face of the weight of civilization and the vicissitudes of history, any character is just a passing cloud. The so-called power, civil and military skills are worthless!"

After sitting on the grass in front of the tomb for a while, Chang Xian slowly came back to his senses.

Today's goals have been achieved, my luck is good, and my wishes are fulfilled.

Standing up and looking around, the cemetery was deserted.

But suddenly I saw a bungalow a hundred steps southeast of the lower end of the cemetery. The house was old and had collapsed in many places. It looked very abrupt among the crops and trees on the flat terrain.

It vaguely seems to be guarding Yuan Hanyun's cemetery.

Chang Xian took the three rounds first and went over with curiosity. Under the shadow of the copper coins, dense stars appeared in his spiritual induction, which surprised him.

This house is old, dilapidated and small.

There are three houses in a row, and two of them have collapsed in many places. Looking at the tiles and blue bricks above, this house should have been built during the Republic of China.

There is a large tank with a gap at the door. The water in it is filthy and turns black and pale green. I don’t know if it was the water the owner filled back then or the rainwater it received over the years.

Unknown vines twine from a distance, and weeds grow in clusters here and there on the ground, making the bluestone of the foundation crooked, and occasionally dried animal excrement can be seen.

It looks even more desolate than the cemetery above.

It has been abandoned for at least ten years.

Chang Xian sighed and looked at the collapse of the east wing, all the sensations were under those broken tiles.

If there is no owner, a virtuous person will live in it.

Chang Xian carefully felt the pile of tiles. After more than ten minutes, he picked out a baggage from the rubble. The baggage had rotted. Chang Xian didn't look carefully. He took a piece of cotton cloth from the tricycle and wrapped it, facing deep in the center of the house.
Chapter completed!