The meaning of this ancient poem is extremely simple and clear. It is the friendship that people like Zhong Qingye, who don't know anything about modern times, can easily find. The love turns from strong to weak in the depths. Unexpectedly, the love at first sight for this girl four years ago has actually changed.
It became a complex in her heart.【】
Zhong Qingye shook his head slightly, stood up with the piano in his arms, and placed it gently on the stone table. "It is a good piano, but it is a pity that the sound of Sauvignon Blanc must be matched with the sound of the flute of Chang Xiangshou to be considered harmonious. One person can play it,
It’s lonely after all.”
Qi Mo's eyes were wide open, filled with sparkling tears, and he stared at Zhong Qingye motionlessly. His whole body was trembling, and he didn't dare to blink. He didn't know whether it was because he was afraid that she would disappear if he blinked, or because he didn't dare to blink.
I am afraid that if I blink, I will burst into tears.
Zhong Qingye has never been able to say that she likes Qi Yan, but after all, she is still Qi Mo's sister. Even though she has to call her sister-in-law, she really hates this girl.
Fu Yan stood on the edge of the pavilion, with the wind and snow all over the world staying behind him, making the old man who was over fifty years old look even older.
Zhong Qingye sighed, took out the silk from his sleeves, walked over and covered Qi Yan's eyes, tears suddenly came out, slightly warm, and gradually expanded.
Zhong Qingye looked at her helplessly. The nineteen-year-old girl bit her lip, trying hard not to cry. She endured the pain and her whole body was trembling slightly. "Do you really don't want to see me? Or do you?
I'm so scary, I scared you to this point."
"No!" Qi Yan was so afraid that she would misunderstand that she grabbed her wrist. Zhong Qingye put down the silk in his hand and smiled at her.
Qi Mo's face turned red, and his tears became more and more unstoppable, falling down. "Third sister-in-law..."
"Wipe your tears. After all, you are considered a beauty, and your pear blossoms with rainy appearance should still be given to your sweetheart." Zhong Qingye teased and stuffed the silk into her hand.
Probably because the word "sweetheart" touched the girl's secret thoughts, Qi Yan's face turned even redder, and she hurriedly grabbed the silk and covered half of her face, complaining in a low voice: "It's been four years, and my third sister-in-law hasn't changed at all.
Still so ignorant..."
Seeing that she finally stopped crying, Zhong Qingye secretly breathed a sigh of relief. What he was most afraid of was the sight of such a beautiful woman crying.
Qi Yan was wiping and suddenly asked in doubt: "That's not right, Sister-in-law, why are you here?"
Zhong Qingye twitched the corner of her mouth and finally came to the point of her question. She turned her gaze to Fu Yan, why did she come here? This answer must be answered by the Eunuch Fu in front of her.
Fu Yan met Qi Yan and then Zhong Qingye. He suddenly hesitated for some reason. After a while, he said: "Princess, she is here to be a girl."
girl?
Zhong Qingye frowned, she was not Liu Xiahui, who would come out to find the flower girl in such a cold weather?
Before she could ask her question, Qi Yan screamed in surprise, and the silk fell to the ground. She blurted out: "Sister-in-law three is here to come to Sister Lian?! But that's not right, you don't know Lian at all."
elder sister!"
Sister Lian? Lotus?
Zhong Qingye was so confused by the words of the two people that the two-foot-long monk was confused. Why did she come to someone she didn't know when she was so good?
Fu Yan revealed her doubts and said slowly: "The girl is a person who has a close relationship with the emperor and the prince."
"Wait a minute!" Zhong Qingye didn't hear what he said at all. He stretched out his hand to make a stop gesture and frowned: "Let me declare first that I don't know Miss Lian at all. Can any of you explain to me who she is?
who?"
"Why, third sister-in-law, don't you remember? I told you about Sister Lian before when we were in the palace!" Qi Yan looked at her in surprise, and saw that Zhong Qingye still had a blank look on his face, busy recounting what happened that day.
Said it in detail.
Only then did Zhong Qingye remember that on Qi Mu's birthday four years ago, Zhong Ying, who had become a concubine for no reason, asked her to enter the palace. Then she was pulled away by Qi Yan in the Chengxian Hall, and she accidentally knew Qi Mu and that Lian.
Sister's past.
But, what does this have to do with her? Qi Mu is so good, why does he want her to come to Miss Lian? Could it be that he can't come himself and wants her to express his longing for him?
Uh...no!
Zhong Qingye raised his eyebrows. She seemed to remember that this girl Lian had been dead for many years! Did Qi Mu, who was just looking for trouble, ask her to come visit the grave?
Fu Yan looked at Zhong Qingye's tangled expression and didn't even realize where her messy thoughts were. He thought that the amount of information in his sentence had confused her, so he turned around and said, "Follow me."
After saying that, he didn't pay much attention to Qingye and walked straight towards the hut at the back of the yard.
Qi Yan's face was also very strange. It was more confused than strange. When he saw Fu Yan walking towards the hut, he seemed to understand what he meant immediately. He quickly grabbed Zhong Qingye's hand and hurriedly followed him.
Poor Zhong Qingye has been in the wind and cold for so long. She still doesn't understand what she is here for, so she is pulled forward by Qi Yan in a daze. In fact, she already regrets herself now.
Qi Mu ran out rashly, just because he was full and looking for trouble!
Seeing that Zhong Qingye's face was not very good, Qi Yan thought she was dissatisfied with Fu Yan's cold reaction, and hurriedly explained for him: "Sister-in-law, don't be angry, Eunuch Fu is such a person, cold-faced and warm-hearted, but
You are very kind to me, don’t worry.”
Zhong Qingye thought politely, it's his business to be nice to you, so what should she worry about? "Where are we going?"
"Go to Sister Lian." Qi Yan replied matter-of-factly: "Aren't you here to see her?"
If she had known that Qi Mu had asked her to come to visit the grave, she would not have come here even if she was full! "Isn't your sister Lian dead?"
"Yes, she was buried on the hillside behind the hut. I heard that Qianhe Island was named after her because Sister Lian liked lotus flowers the most." Qi Yan explained with a smile.
At this moment, he happened to walk not far in front of the hut. Zhong Qingye responded vigorously. He raised his head and came to the lintel of the hanging plaque on the house. On it were written the words "Qianheju" in very beautiful regular script in a small font.
Delicate and exquisite, it was made by a woman.
Presumably, this was also the work of that Miss Lian. Zhong Qingye rolled his eyes and decided to leave after just one look. In this damn weather, it was best to sleep by the fire in the house.