The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

But when he saw Qin Tong looking at him with a smile, he couldn't help but feel a little sweet in his heart. He really wanted to rush forward, hold Qin Tong and kiss him hard for a few times, but he knew that in this case, let alone being Zhang Sheng's concubine again. , if you take off your slave status, even your life may be ruined.

So he hardened his heart, turned his head, and looked into the distance. The tears in his eyes fell down unsatisfactorily.

I just heard the sad voice of Yingying behind me: "I came together with a smile, and went back alone with a cry. After returning home, if you enter the embroidered quilt, the embroidered quilt last night was fragrant and warm, retaining the spring, and tonight there are green flowers The quilt is so cold that only dreams can tell. I miss you with no other intention. When I saw you readying your horse and getting on the saddle, I couldn't help but shed tears and frown."

Zhang Sheng said in a hurry: "Little lady, don't cry. I'm here to win the number one scholar. You should be happy. Do you have anything else to tell me?"

"You don't have to worry about 'having literary talent but not having the same luck', I'm just afraid that you will 'stop taking wives and then marry again.'" Cui Yingying finally couldn't help but expressed her worries.

"You don't want 'no news for a spring'! Qingluan here will send letters frequently if you have letters, but you don't want 'no name on the gold list and vow not to return'. You have to remember this section, if you see those foreign flowers and plants, be sure to Don’t linger like you are here.”

The piano boy was holding the white horse at the side, and when he saw that the matchmaker could avoid it, he also understood that she had no choice but to look at her no longer, so as not to cause trouble.

Listening to Cui Yingying's farewell words, she nodded secretly in her heart: "Well, Cui Yingying has finally figured it out. Hasn't there been a lot of flirting with women along the way?"

Zhang Sheng smiled and said: "Who can be like a little lady? How can I, Zhang Sheng, have such thoughts?"

Cui Yingying said: "The green mountains separated us to send you on a long journey. The sparse woods were not beautiful, and the light smoke and dusk mist blocked each other. The ancient road under the setting sun was silent and no one spoke, and the horses neighed in the autumn wind. Why was I too lazy to get in the car? ? You were in a hurry when you came, why did you hesitate after you left?"

Zhang Sheng nodded and said: "Yes, little lady, I understand what I mean, and I will listen to my wishes in everything!"

The matchmaker urged from the side: "Madam has been away for a while, sister, let's go home!"

Cui Yingying said gloomily: "In the surrounding mountains, there is a whip of residual light. The worries of the world are filling my mind. How can these big and small cars carry it? Sir, I'm leaving. Take care of yourself along the way! Come back early!"

After saying that, he reluctantly got into the carriage with the matchmaker. The driver turned the horse's head and drove back.

Yingying and Matchmaker resisted looking back at first, but after a while, they both turned around and looked at Zhang Sheng and Qintong behind the carriage. They saw the two of them waving goodbye, their figures getting smaller and smaller.

Zhang Sheng was reluctant to leave, and walked a few steps, but could not catch up, so he had to stop and watch the carriage go farther and farther, and finally disappeared.

The piano boy held the white horse and watched the matchmaker go away from a distance, feeling depressed.

Zhang Sheng turned around, hit the piano boy with his folding fan, and shouted softly: "Why are you standing there in a daze? Kneel down quickly!"

Qin Tong quickly knelt down on the ground and let Zhang Sheng step on his back and get on his horse.

"Dog slave, let's go a little way early and find a place to stay early." Zhang Sheng looked into the distance and chanted softly, "Tears rush with the flowing water, and sorrow flies away in the wild clouds."

The mountain road is like a peaceful and magnificent picture, showing the beauty of nature's uncanny craftsmanship. The towering mountains are looming against the blue sky, like a majestic Great Wall between heaven and earth.

The trees on the ridge dance with golden and red colors in the autumn wind. The maple leaves burn like flames and are dotted among the dark green pines and cypresses, outlining a beautiful scenery like an oil painting. The breeze blows, and a golden leaf floats down, as if the treasures of autumn are scattered all over the mountain path.

The mountain road is winding and winding, as if a giant dragon is entrenched on the top of the mountains. The stones beside the road were covered with crystal dewdrops, shining with the brilliance of the morning sun. The clouds and mist in the distance flow between the mountain peaks, like the faint green mountains in an ink painting.

The autumn sunshine shines through the layers of leaves on the mountain road, forming mottled light and shadow. In some places, the sun shines through the leaves, forming a golden tunnel, as if leading to a fairyland. The blue sky is clean and high, with occasionally a few white clouds floating in it, like elves in the sky.

The flowers and plants along the way exude a light fragrance, either the freshness of wild lilies or the fragrance of alpine rhododendrons. The gurgling stream in the distance, the crisp sound of water accompanied by the singing of mountain birds, makes the entire valley full of life.

Some small animals are walking through the forest, busy storing food for the cold winter. Their figures are like embellishments in the painting, adding a lot of color to this mountain road picture.

The piano boy walked steadily in front, holding the white horse in his hand. The crisp sound of the white horse stepping on the stone road competed with the autumn wind. The trees along the way cast mottled shadows in the autumn sunlight.

Zhang Sheng was riding on the horse, with inexplicable emotions surging in his heart.

At this moment, I heard a melodious bell ringing in the distance behind me.

Zhang Sheng and Qintong couldn't help but stop and look back into the distance.

There was the Pujiu Temple, and the bells ringing from afar sounded like Sanskrit singing. Zhang Sheng felt that it was a song praying for him and Cui Yingying. The melodious bells cheered up his soul and brought a clear end to this wonderful and tortuous fate.

The piano boy also listened quietly. In his heart, the sound of the bell was naturally the matchmaker's endless attachment to his brother, the piano boy.

Qintong said softly: "Lang Jun, we are really going to the capital. The scenery here is so beautiful." He seemed to feel the fluctuations in his master's heart.

Zhang Sheng nodded, with a hint of emotion in his tone: "Yes, the future of the capital is waiting for me, and the past in the west wing will always be treasured in my heart. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, how can I remember to go to Pujiu Temple?"

The wind blew along the way, caressing their clothes. The white horse moves forward lightly on the stone road, as if dancing to the melody of the night. Along the way, they were silent, leaving only the horse's hooves and sharp silhouettes in the night wind.

The sound of the bell gradually faded away, replaced by endless silence. In this moment of silence, their hearts seemed to echo each other. Perhaps Cui Yingying is bathing in the same sunlight at this moment and feels the deep affection of separation.

After walking for a while, Zhang Sheng suddenly stopped his white horse. He stared ahead, looking into the distance. The thoughts surging in my heart cannot be expressed in words, but can only be remembered with actions.

"Zong Dan, I want to leave something here." Zhang Sheng said, got off the horse and ordered the piano boy to take out the pen and paper.

He squatted on the roadside and began to splash ink. Although the handwriting was simple, it was his sincere heart: "I have been away for many years, and the road to the capital is far away. There are letters in the green lanterns, and the bright moon is boundless. I hope you will take care of me and wait for me to return soon."

After writing, he tied the note to a tree and let it fly in the wind. Perhaps this was his parting words to Cui Yingying.

Qintong watched silently, his eyes shining with understanding. He knew that words could no longer express what Zhang Sheng was thinking, and only this thoughtful action could convey his thoughts.

He quietly picked a maple leaf, put it in his arms, and thought: "The maple leaves are red, just like my matchmaker sister. When I see the maple leaf, I think of my sister. When my sister is in my arms, she is where I am." read."

When I turned around to see Zhang Sheng, I thought that I would never have the opportunity to be intimate with my sister again. I felt sad when I heard the bells of Pujiu Temple finally fell silent.