Bright Moonlit Night

Fu Mingfang stepped into the house, and saw two women getting up and walking towards him.

One of them was wearing beautiful makeup and clothes, with a smile that was not a smile; the other was dressed in half-new clothes, similar to some decent maids in the mansion, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, with a gentle and honest appearance.

"Brother Ming is back? So fast! The tea at the old lady's place is good tea, why don't you take it easy and taste it slowly?" As soon as they met each other, Wang Ningxue, Jin Yi's concubine, spoke out.

Xinyue first presented Fu Mingxing the ceremony of seeing the Lord as a servant, and said: "I think you, as a man, are different from women and Taoists like us. It is also easy to drink tea and chat."

Aunt Wang squinted at Xinyue, but the smile was still evident on her face.After Fu Ming took his seat, the two of them knelt down and saluted formally in turn.Xie Lan presents a meeting gift, and both of them have the same gold hairpin and gold bracelet.

After the ceremony, Fu Ming ordered people to watch the seats and serve tea.

Aunt Wang held the teacup and said without drinking, "Brother Ming, are you satisfied with this yard?"

Fu Ming said: "It's spacious and clean, not bad."

Aunt Wang said again: "Brother Ming likes it as long as he likes it. Back then, I asked my concubine to prepare a courtyard for Brother Ming. I originally wanted to move the courtyard where I lived, which was closer to my own house. But the master said It's very troublesome to move around, so I ordered my concubine to choose another place as Brother Ming. After a lot of picking and choosing, I chose this place. Now that Brother Ming said this, my heart finally fell. "

Fu Ming smiled and did not respond.

But Xinyue said: "My lord, the soil and water in this courtyard seem to be very different from other places. The oranges grow in Huaibei, and the fruit is dry and inedible, but the fruits from the few orange trees in the backyard are not as sweet as the Huainan tangerines, but they can still be eaten. It tastes even better if it is pickled. In the past, my wife, the maidservant said that my wife often came here to pick oranges."

Fu Ming heard this and said: "Since that's the case, I will definitely ask someone to take care of it."

Xinyue smiled slightly, "Thank you, my lord."

"Don't forget your old friend. You can see things and think about others because of love and righteousness. I have always admired those who are affectionate. This year, the oranges are ripe. Come and pick them yourself."

Xinyue smiled and got up, and saluted again.

The three chatted for a while, Xinyue resigned when she saw Fu Ming's expression, Aunt Wang also resigned when she saw this, Fu Ming asked Lu Fei to send them out of the hospital.

After the people left, Xie Lan came up to clean up the teacups, and seeing that the tea in the teacups on Aunt Wang's table was almost intact, she laughed angrily: "What is this? It's not enough to sneer at the young master, yet you still dislike our tea so bluntly." .Since that’s the case, don’t step into this door for the rest of your life!”

Lu Fei happened to go back to the house, and she didn't know whether to persuade or agree to the words, she was also angry, but she still restrained herself and said in a low voice: "Out of those I've seen in the past two days, this is the only one that can't get in." On the table, we don't care about her, in the future, we will know for ourselves."

Fu Ming watched Lu Fei pull Qian Lan, and the two went aside and whispered, they couldn't help chuckling.What kind of vision did the wet nurse choose to put the two of them in her room to serve them?

After Fu Ming rested for a while, he asked Lu Fei to call all the people inside and outside the courtyard, gave them some lectures, gave them kindness and power, and rewarded them with money. Then they retreated one after another.

Finally calmed down, Fu Ming took out a book from the bookcase he brought to the Jin Mansion, which was the "University" by heart:

. . . to stop at the highest good.Know the end and then have a certainty...

He once wrote an article on this sentence "knowledge and stop", and the teacher praised him for his understanding.But now, he feels, he needs to do his homework all over again.

Just as her thoughts were sinking, Yu Lan came and said, "My lord, it's time for lunch."

On the first day of entering the mansion, there was no husband to accompany him, no elders to leave a meal, and no peers to accompany him, so Fu Ming still faced the table alone.However, although the food on the table is not very delicious, there is a vegetable soup with a bright color and a mellow taste.At this season, there are very few fresh vegetables. It takes a lot of effort to make a bowl of vegetable soup with all kinds of colors and taste. Although it is not a rare delicacy, it is rare at the moment. It is something he has never tasted before. So he drank some more, and asked someone to pass a few words of praise to the cook who made the soup, and then gave the cook a piece of meat and a snack that he hadn't eaten much.

Seeing that Fu Ming's appetite was not affected by the troubles, Lu Fei felt a little relieved.

After dinner, Fu Ming saw that the sun was shining outside the house, so he ordered the maids to move the rattan couch to the place where it was being illuminated. There was a quilt on the couch, and it was warm and comfortable to lie on, so he slept there.

Just as he was drifting off into a dream, he felt a slight warm wind blowing against his cheeks. There seemed to be moisture in the warm wind. Could it be raining?He slowly woke up from the light dream, opened his eyes, and a giggling child's face approached him.

"Yan'er? You're here, have you had enough rest at noon?" Fu Ming got up, his voice was a little hoarse when he first woke up, and it was even more gentle.

Zhao Yan leaned beside him, and said with a smile, "I've had enough rest long ago, sleep again, the sun is going to set!"

"Really?" Fu Ming asked Lu Fei, "What time is it?"

Lu Fei smiled slightly and said, "My lord, you haven't slept for half an hour!"

Hearing this, Fu Ming touched Zhao Yan's tender face with a smile, and asked: "What does Yan'er want to hear?" Then he led him to the back room.

Zhao Yan replied while walking: "Yan-Yan'er likes to listen to the stories in "Shan Hai Jing" and the legend of heroes!"

"Okay, then Uncle Ming will tell Yan'er these things!"

After entering the room, Fu Ming sat on the armchair, and Zhao Yan chose a small stool by himself, sat on the stool, and put his hands on Fu Ming's knees.

Xie Lan asked the little girls to bring tea and snacks, which were Zhao Yan's favorite food that she had inquired about earlier, Zhao Yan saw it, and she really liked it.

The mothers and maidservants who came with Zhao Yan were invited by Lu Fei to drink tea, "Don't worry, everyone, there is someone watching here, and the young master will be well taken care of. It's rare for everyone to relax, it's still cold today, go have a few cups of hot water What's the matter with tea?" Everyone heard the words and saw Fu Ming nodding, so they followed.

Fu Ming asked Zhao Yan: "What does Yan'er know about the stories in "Shan Hai Jing"?"

Zhaoyan thought for a while, and replied: "Kuafu who knows how to chase the sun, he was so thirsty that he drank all the water in the river! Yan'er asked his father, won't Kuafu's stomach be burst?"

Fu Ming smiled and asked, "How did your father answer?"

Zhaoyan said: "Father said, Kuafu is not an ordinary person, his stomach can accommodate Jiang Hai, and he also talked to Yan'er about being inclusive of all rivers, Yan'er doesn't understand very well."

Fu Ming felt it was even more funny, maybe Zhao Yan didn't understand, but he didn't like to hear it, so he didn't want to find out.When this master told the story, he did not forget to teach his son the principles of life, which can be regarded as—well-intentioned?

Fu Ming asked again: "Yan'er used to listen to books, did he also read?"

Zhao Yan shook his head: "Father said, next year, I will invite Mr. to teach Yan'er how to read and write."

It seems that this father who is looking forward to his son Jackie Chan is not too impatient.

"Yan'er has never read a book, so do you know what the gods and beasts in "Shan Hai Jing" look like?"

"Father and Yan'er have told about their appearance, but Yan'er doesn't know very well."

Fu Ming thought for a while, and then asked: "Does Yan'er know the Jingwei who reclaimed the sea? What does Jingwei look like?"

Akihiko recalled, "A very fancy bird like a crow."

Fu Ming smiled even wider: "Is this what your father told you?"

Zhao Yan replied: "Father said it differently, but Yan'er remembers it like this."

Fu Mingdao: "Its shape is like a bird, with a head, a white beak, and bare feet..." Then, he explained it to Zhao Yan in common language, and then asked: "Can Yan'er imagine what this bird looks like?" ?”

Zhao Yan nodded, then shook his head again, "I seem to know, but I'm not very clear."

Fu Ming got up and led Zhao Yan to the desk, "Come on, let's draw a picture together, and it will become clearer after we draw a picture."

This was the first time for Zhao Yan to touch a pen. Fu Ming saw that he was at a loss, so he adjusted his gestures with his hands, and taught him to dip the ink and write the pen.Each of them draws a stroke, and each person takes a piece of paper. The paint is shared, and each draws Jingwei in his own mind.

Zhao Yan flicked his brushes in all directions, eclectic, and quickly discarded a piece of paper, so he started over with a new one. Fu Ming would guide from the side from time to time, and took time to draw on his own paper.In the end, the two finished the work almost at the same time.

On Zhaoyan’s paper, it can be seen that it is a bird, and it is really fancy; while Fu Ming’s is simple but full of charm and lifelike. After Zhaoyan saw it, he couldn’t help widening his eyes and opening his mouth, shocked. After a while, he smiled and said, "Is this Jingwei? It seems to be true! It is exactly the same as what Uncle Ming said!"

After the two painted Jingwei, they painted Zhuyin, the god of Zhongshan.

The painting here was almost finished, and Yu Lan went to the place where the maids and women had tea and asked, "Did someone bring the young master's clothes?"

The wet nurse Zhaoyan got up and said, "I brought a set? Do you want to change it?"

Xie Lan nodded, "Follow me to have a look."

The wet nurse felt a little uneasy, she didn't know why, she was going to change clothes?When he walked up to him, he saw that Zhaoyan's coat was colorful, and there were paints on his face, and his hands couldn't be seen as they were, just like a little tabby cat.

Xie Lan and the wet nurse looked at each other and smiled, they went forward to wash and replace Zhao Yan, and while they were washing their hands, an old lady sent someone to send a message, saying that it was time for dinner and let Zhao Yan go over.

The old lady loved Zhaoyan very much, and wanted to put Zhaoyan in her own house, but the Jin family was a family of generals, and Jin wanted his son to be independent and strong since childhood, so he chose another residence for Zhaoyan that was closest to the old lady.The old lady couldn't live with Zhaoyan, but she refused to relax on his diet, so Zhaoyan still ate three meals a day at the old lady's place.

The old lady sent someone to pass on the message at this moment, and everyone dared not slack off, and hurried forward, tidied up for Zhao Yan in a hurry, and surrounded him to go out.

Zhao Yan stopped at the door, turned around and said to Fu Ming, "Uncle Ming, I'll come back tomorrow!"

Fu Ming nodded and agreed with a smile.

After all the guests had left, Lu Fei took the paper manuscripts drawn by Zhao Yan and asked Fu Ming, "Master, do you keep these or throw them away?"

Fu Ming picked out Zhao Yan's two final drafts, "Put these two together with mine, and throw the rest away."

Looking at the "fancy crow" and "hot red snake" in the picture, Fu Ming couldn't help laughing.Today's afternoon passed so quickly, Zhao Yan contributed a lot.Smart, lively but not noisy, the elder who can teach such a child, is he really that cold and indifferent person?

In the evening, after learning that Zhaoyan had a great time playing at Fu Ming's all afternoon, Jin Yi didn't say anything.

That night, Fu Ming drank lightly by himself until he was slightly tipsy, and then fell asleep with his quilt alone.