On the Qinhuai River, Xiao Yuhe seemed to have fallen in love with Meng Xinghe's bear hug, and no one could ask her to come down. Maybe it was because the cold on the river was too strong, so her clothes were thin and she hid tightly in Meng Xinghe's arms with her big blinking eyes.
, staring at Meng Xinghe's rather unique face carefully, and said happily: "Brother, what are you doing on the Qinhuai River? Today Yu He saw many young men and young masters rushing to the Qinhuai River. Is there any treasure appearing in the lake?
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Xiao Yuhe's voice was like a baby bird in the nest, clear and childish. Meng Xinghe twisted her pink nose and said with a smile: "Where is the treasure? It's just someone playing with it." Meng Xinghe smiled lightly and said,
Seeing Old Man Xia on the side rocking the oar with great difficulty, Meng Xinghe put down the little Yuhe in his hand and walked up to help.
"No way - no way. With your noble status, how can you do such a despicable job?" Old Man Xia hurriedly shied away. Meng Xinghe was a guest on his ship. No matter how hard it was, Old Man Xia would not dare to let Meng Xinghe do it for him.
Rock the boat.
Meng Xinghe was a grudge. He grew up by the Yangtze River since he was a child. It can be said that he is a good hand both above and below the water. The Xia family's grandfather and grandson depended on each other, which made Meng Xinghe feel a lot of emotion. He picked it up unceremoniously and put it aside.
The oar was rowing smoothly, and he said happily: "I still remember that the dragon boat race is held every Dragon Boat Festival in my hometown. Thinking about the feeling of rowing a boat on the river for many years, I suddenly felt very warm in my heart.
It’s an attack.”
Meng Xinghe sighed and rocked the boat very skillfully. Mr. Xia was surprised. He really didn't know that he was still a good player. Really, people should not be judged by their appearance. There are also scholars who are proficient in this skill.
At this time, the mountains and rivers were gradually getting foggy, and the cold was getting heavier and heavier. Mr. Xia was afraid that Meng Xinghe wouldn't be able to bear the moisture in the river, so he said embarrassedly: "Master, please go in! I see your three friends are waiting inside."
It's enough for you to have an old man here." Old Man Xia looked at Xiao Yuhe beside him and said with concern: "Yu He can also go in, as long as there is a grandpa here. You are thin and you will catch wind and cold if you stay on the river for a long time."
The old man coughed a few times and already bent down. His skinny hands were as pale as fish belly from being on the river for many years. Meng Xinghe glanced at Xiao Yuhe beside him, wondering whether his father and grandson could still survive.
How long do they stay on the river? When the old man can no longer shake the oar that day, it may be the end of them!
Seeing the rolling river water, thick smoke waves seeped out. The water flowed to the east in a slow and steady manner, creating layers of waves. Meng Xinghe smiled and said: "Old man, you should also go into the cabin to rest! I don't think the water is in a hurry, we can
It doesn't matter if you just go down slowly with the water." Meng Xinghe picked up Xiao Yuhe and pulled Old Man Xia into the cabin, who was rocking the boat.
I couldn't tell that when the third brother calmed down, there was quite a touch of touching truth in it. Seeing him pulling old Xia, who was rocking the boat, into the cabin, the three people inside gave up their seats for him. Lu Ning also went out of his way to
He stretched out his hands to hug Xiao Yuhe in his arms, but Xiao Yuhe didn't give her any face. She didn't want to come down from Meng Xinghe's warm arms. Others who wanted to hug her would never get the chance.
The small red stove was quietly releasing fiery energy in the cabin. Several people gathered around and let the boat slowly drift with the current, feeling like it was swinging. Seeing that these gentlemen did not mind that they were boatmen, Xia
The old man was also happy. He took out a jar of wine from the cabin and said, "Gentlemen, the wind is strong in the country. Drink some wine to warm up your body. I know that you are all going to participate in Miaoyufang water sports. It's still early in the morning."
, take a sip of wine first to ward off the cold."
It seems that Mr. Xia cherishes this jar of wine. Looking at the mud seal on it, you can tell that the wine is quite old. Old Man Xia tremblingly opened the mud seal, took out a few big bowls with foul mouths, and poured a few bowls directly.
The strong aroma of wine suddenly filled the entire cabin.
"Good wine!" Meng Xinghe sighed several times in succession. He can be considered a person who has drunk a lot of good wine. Today, when he smelled the aroma of wine, he moved his index finger and felt that there were already wine worms crawling in his throat. He really wanted to pick him up and raised his head.
Drink a big bowl.
When Old Man Xia heard Meng Xinghe praising the aroma of his wine, his face was filled with pride. "To be honest, the age of this old man's wine is probably dozens of years older than all the young masters. Speaking of which, it is still the former dynasty.
During the Daye period, Emperor Yang of Sui Dynasty went to Jiangdu and abandoned the tribute wine in the Qinhuai River. At that time, the old man was ferrying on the Qinhuai River and was lucky enough to catch a jar. It is cold today, so I took it out and hope that you gentlemen will not dislike it. "
Talking about the stories of the past, Old Man Xia seemed to be recalling his high-spirited youth. He picked up the bowl of wine on the table, raised his head and drank it. The strong taste of the good wine made his old face appear a trace of drunken red.
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I heard that it was a tribute wine, and it was still several decades old. Meng Xinghe picked it up anxiously and touched it a little. It felt fragrant and soft in the mouth, and the warmth was like a delicious nectar flowing from the mouth to the throat and then to the abdomen.
中. As expected of the emperor, the wine was hundreds of thousands better than what was sold on the market. Meng Xinghe sighed a few times and drank the bowl of wine with a smile.
Although the three people next to them were born into wealthy families, they had never drank the tribute wine from the imperial court. Seeing Xia Laoer and Meng Xinghe looking nostalgic after drinking, the other three picked up the bowls on the table and drank slowly.
Tasting is as intoxicating as appreciating a good piece of poetry.
"Good wine - indeed good wine. Looking at the three hundred restaurants in Jiangdu, none can brew such delicious wine. After tasting it, the taste will be fragrant, just like nectar and jade dew!" Lu Yan was born in an official family and said:
This wine was also praised by everyone. They glanced at the half jar of wine left next to the old man and swallowed secretly.
Nonsense, can the wine the emperor drank not be good wine? Meng Xinghe poured another bowl for himself greedily. Seeing the sparkling wine splashing in the bowl, it was quite dazzling. For a moment, the alcohol in him surged up. He held the wine in his hand and read loudly:
: "A bowl of a hundred poems was given as tribute, and I went to sleep in a restaurant in Chang'an City. The emperor couldn't get on the ship when he called me, so I claimed that I was a wine immortal."
Haha - Meng Xinghe laughed a few times and swallowed a full bowl of wine.
His drinking posture was bold, and his poems were even more bold. The people sitting there, except Xiao Yuhe, were all stunned by his shocking work. Lu Ning didn't even have time to drink the wine in the bowl, and it was already flowing from his body.
He took out his pamphlet and writing brush and asked anxiously: "Brother Meng, can you re-read the poem you just made? Especially the last two sentences, they are simply divine!"
It seems that this little girl's poetry obsession has happened again, and she actually brought the guy who copied it with her. Reciting poems requires interest. She just recited it impromptu, but now she is no longer in that mood. Meng Xinghe smiled without saying a word, which made Lu Ning angry.
Zhao Haoran scolded him for being stingy. But Zhao Haoran next to him laughed and said: "Third brother, you said that the emperor can't get on the boat, and you claim that I am an immortal in wine. It is really wonderful, wonderful, just because of this good song
Poetry, we should all have a drink.”
Zhao Haoran filled a bowl without any courtesy and drank Old Man Xia's fine wine to the bottom.
The eldest brother is becoming more and more shameless. He cheats me into drinking in my name, which is not kind. Old man Xia is also getting drunk. These young men do not have the arrogance of those scholars, which makes him feel easy to get along with him.
Each person filled a bowl, and when the wine in the jar was poured out, he sighed with unfinished content and threw the jar into the Qinhuai River outside, saying: "It has been hidden for decades, let it go back and forth wherever it comes from!
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There was a joyous scene in the cabin. I didn't notice it when I drank the tribute wine. After drinking it, I suddenly felt drunk. Xia Laoer looked at Xiao Yuhe beside him with blurred eyes, and a layer of mist gradually appeared in his eyes. Meng Xinghe looked at it
In his eyes, he knew that this was a flesh-and-blood emotion, and he unknowingly stuffed a piece of silver into Xiao Yuhe's pocket.
The boat drifted with the waves for a long time. When everyone was drinking and enjoying themselves, they gradually heard the lively sounds outside. They had already arrived at the place where Miaoyufang organized water sports today. Meng Xinghe and the others dragged their slightly drunk bodies along.
After paying the boat fare, saying goodbye to the old man, he boarded the huge painting boat sailing on the Qinhuai River.
Xiao Yuhe saw Meng Xinghe and many young masters boarding a large ship that was often seen on weekdays, standing blankly on the bow of the ship, waving goodbye. The wind on the river seemed to be much stronger, and Xiao Yuhe's figure was swaying like this.