My name is Chang An, your name is Gu Li

"'Night Moon over Xunjiang River' is indeed a good song." Wang Wei nodded with some lingering feeling.

Chang An nodded, then leaned close to Gu Li's ear and asked, "Does Gu Niang think it sounds good?"

"It sounds nice." Gu Li nodded and said.

"Then I wonder if Brother Yonghe can write another poem today to go with this song." Du Chengming asked.

"Write a poem?" Chang An raised his eyebrows, smiled, shook his head and said, "Just write a poem."

"This is a good piece of music, but I can't write a poem that goes well with it. But I can give it a new title."

Everyone present was puzzled, even Gu Li was stunned. In the past, Chang An could easily cite famous lines from ancient times, but today he simply said that he couldn't do it.

"It shouldn't be like this," Cui Hujin said doubtfully, holding the wine glass, "Is this song too good?"

"It's true that the music is so good that I can't write a poem to match it." Chang An said, "No matter how good it is, I can only give it a title."

"Su Meng, where did you learn this piece of music?"

"Some time ago, I went to the music school and happened to hear someone playing this song, so I asked for the music score." Su Meng replied.

"So that's how it is..." Chang An nodded thoughtfully.

"Brother Yonghe, please tell me what the name of this song should be?" Wang Wei, who was well versed in music, also became curious at this time. He wondered what name Chang An could give to this song, so he asked.

"It's better to call it "Spring River Moon Night." Chang An said.

The score of "Xunjiang Night Moon" first appeared in the Qianlong period, but it was only played in a certain way. So there are historical materials that believe that this piece of music has already appeared, but it was unexpectedly already in the Tang Dynasty, and the name "Spring River Flower Moon Night" did not appear until the 20th century.

"A moonlit night on a spring river?"

Several people looked at each other, and Chang An raised his eyebrows. Don’t they know this famous poem?

"Brother Yonghe, what does this 'Spring River Moon Night' mean? Why was it used to name this song?" Wang Wei asked first.

"This is a poem by an old man named Zhang. The title of the poem is "Spring River Moonlit Night". This poem alone can suppress all the poems in our entire Tang Dynasty." Chang An explained, "This is also the only poem that can be in harmony with "Xunjiang Night Moon."

"Is this poem really that good? But we have never heard of it." Du Chengming also asked in confusion, and then turned to the people around him and asked: "Have you heard of it?"

Cui, Zhang, Zhao, and Gao all shook their heads, indicating that they did not know. Gao Shi also said, "I wonder if Brother Yonghe could read it out for us to identify."

Chang An's doubts at this time far exceeded theirs, so he ordered a maid to fetch paper and pen and began to write on it:

"The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon rises with the tide. The ripples follow the waves for thousands of miles, and there is no place in the spring river without a bright moon... The slanting moon is hidden in the sea fog, and there are endless roads from Jieshi to Xiaoxiang. I don't know how many people will return home with the moon, and the falling moon shakes the emotions of the trees on the river - Spring River Flower Moon Night, written by Zhang Ruoxu:"

After finishing writing, he spread the poem paper on the table and let everyone read it, while explaining: "This is a poem written by Mr. Zhang Ruoxu. Have you really never heard of it?"

After reading the poem, everyone couldn't help but start to admire:

"It is indeed a good poem. It integrates poetic sentiment, picturesque conception and worldly philosophy, without feeling any conflict or inappropriateness," Wang Wei praised.

"This poem has a clear artistic conception, unique imagination, natural and meaningful language, and melodious rhythm, which is impeccable..." Even Du Chengming, who is usually careless, felt awe after reading this poem.

"I have never read this poem. This hermit named Zhang Ruoxu is really amazing." Su Meng said, "But Chang'an, where did you know this poem?"

"This is irrelevant..." Chang An looked at the people around him, wondering how this famous poem, which was widely circulated in later generations, was ignored in the dynasty where it was created. "Only this poem, "Spring River Flower Moon Night", can be paired with "Xunjiang Night Moon."

"In that case..." At this time, Su Meng called a maid and ordered, "Go down and have someone change the title of this song "Xunjiang Night Moon" to "Spring River Flower Moon Night", and use this name on the sign in the future."

"Yes."

"Wait a moment!"

Just as the maid was about to leave, Chang An called her back, handed her the poem paper on the table, and instructed her, "By the way, write this poem on the poem board and also write down the author's name."

"Yes." The maid took the poem paper and left.

"Chang Lang..." Gu Li, who had been silent all this time, pulled Chang An's clothes and asked in a low voice: "Did Chang Lang write this poem himself and then say it was written by someone else?"

"Of course not," Chang An replied with a smile, "Does Gu Niang think that all the good poems are written by me?"

"Oh, okay." Gu Li curled his lips and said, "The poems I have read the most are those by Chang Lang, so I thought this was also written by Chang Lang."

Chang An touched Gu Li's head lovingly. At this time, a maid came up with the dishes and placed them on the table in front of Chang An and others.

"Are you hungry?" Chang An asked as he added more food to the plate in front of Gu Li. "If you're hungry, eat something first."

As he said this, he put some more meat on Gu Li's plate. At this time, Du Chengming said:

"Brother Yonghe, this is a gift that the four of us prepared for you. Don't refuse it."

Chang An looked up and saw Du Chengming took out a box and placed it in front of him. Chang An glanced at him, took the box, and then opened it to look inside - there were two scrolls, which looked like they might be calligraphy and paintings.

With this in mind, Chang An took out one of the scrolls, opened it and started to look at it with Gu Li - it was a copybook of calligraphy, and it was written in cursive script, with the strokes moving like snakes and dragons, and it looked as graceful as a startled swan or a swimming dragon.

"These are Zhang Xu's 'Drunk Ink Calligraphy' and 'Ping' Tie', and he wrote them himself." Zhang Rushi said with a smile.

Chang An raised his eyebrows. This is the authentic work of Zhang Xu, the master of cursive calligraphy! Even at this time, Zhang Xu is one of the three best calligraphers. The value of this calligraphy is obvious. Then he asked, "Where did you find it?"

"There was a businessman in the East Market recently, and we heard that he came from Yangzhou. We went to the East Market today and wanted to buy some things each. As a result, we saw these two pieces of calligraphy, so we bought them together." Cui Hujin said.

"Then I'll accept it with pleasure." Chang An said with a smile and put the copybook back into the box. Gu Li also took the box tacitly and put it aside.

"Brother Chang, this is a gift I brought for you." Gao Shi took out a box and placed it in front of Chang An. "This is a pair of paperweights. When I visited you before, I didn't see any paperweights on your desk, so I bought this pair of galloping horse paperweights."

"Thank you, Brother Gao."

"Brother Yonghe, my gift is not as valuable as yours, but please accept it." Wang Wei took out an invitation and a poem from his arms.

Chang An had not expected these two gifts, so he took them and had a look. The invitation was in a red envelope with a big "囍" character on it; and the other piece of poetry was inscribed with the poem "Presented to Chang Yonghe from Upstairs".

"Red beans are born in the southern country, and spring comes to send a few branches. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick."

After reading this poem, Chang An was stunned for a moment - isn't this the same poem "Longing" that Wang Wei wrote on the board during the last winter solstice? How come this "Presented to Li Guinian on the River" has changed in appearance? It made him a little amused.

"Brother Yonghe, I don't know what you lack at home. You should have a lot of poems, calligraphy and paintings. After much thought, I prepared these gifts." Wang Wei said:

"This is my invitation to my wedding. I hope Brother Yonghe can come and join me when he is free, so that I can entertain you."

"This poem is given to Brother Yonghe. It is also to remember the kindness of Brother Yonghe in giving me poems and giving me advice on Mo Jie."

As Wang Wei spoke, he raised his teacup and gestured to Chang An, who also raised his wine glass, and they both drank it all in one gulp.

"I don't have anything tangible to give to Chang An, so why not play "Spring River Moon Night" again as a gift." Su Meng said with a smile.

After saying that, she placed her hands on the strings and began to play slowly. However, this time, the sound of the pipa was less lingering and more cheerful.

With this tune, Chang An and his friends began to drink and eat. But not long after drinking, Gu Li quietly pulled Chang An's clothes and whispered:

"Chang Lang, drink less."

"Got it." Chang An touched Gu Li's head and smiled at her lovingly.

When the time for drinking came to the usual time, Chang An leaned close to Gu Li's ear and whispered, "Can we go home now? Mother Gu hasn't taken the medicine yet."

Gu Li nodded, then took out a few silver ingots, placed them on the table, and stood up with Chang An. After saying goodbye to the people present, they left.

After returning home, Chang An held Gu Li's hand with one hand and took the gifts from the gentlemen with the other hand, and returned to his room. After simply dealing with the gifts, Gu Li said, "Chang Lang, go take a bath first, and you can rest after taking a bath."

"It's getting late. Don't wash your hair for now. Wait until tomorrow to wash it early."

"Okay." Chang An pulled Gu Li over and kissed her gently on the lips.

Gu Li smiled and pushed him away. He went to the clothes rack to get a set of clothes, then came back and put it in Chang An's hand. Finally, he pretended to be disgusted and said, "Chang Lang is dirty, go take a shower! You can kiss me only after you've taken a shower."

"Are you still dissatisfied with Shang Chang Lang?" Chang An reached out and pinched her face.

"I am disgusted," Gu Li made a face at him and said, "I won't be disgusted if Chang Lang takes a bath."

Chang An smiled, stretched out his finger and tapped her forehead lightly, then left the room.