Die Meng Wencai

The Wang family finally became a filial piety, and this kind of thing would not happen in a short time. Everyone was relieved, but there was nothing to be happy about, it was just a return to normal life.But it’s different for children, you don’t have to stay at home, it’s a joy to visit and go shopping with the elders, and gain a lot of knowledge. Yi’er’s first visit was to Jiankang.Of course, they were taken by their parents. Think about it. After the Wang family’s filial piety, men must go out to serve. It’s impossible not to go out for a walk, especially to visit Xie An, so I even brought my two younger brothers. It's a family trip.

"Second aunt, what does Jiankang look like?"

Without her asking, the eldest brother asked. Yi'er sat beside her and waited for A Niang's answer. Perhaps it was rare to see her look so anxious, Xie Daoyun also smiled.

"Jiankang is the capital of our Jin Dynasty, so it is more prosperous than other places. Although Kuaiji has more water, there is no such prosperous river on both sides as the Huai River."

"Why?"

"Stupid child, because Taicheng is there, countless aristocratic families live there. The main residences of the Wang family and the Xie family are on the banks of the Zhuque Bridge on the Qinhuai River."

"Did the second aunt live there too?"

"Yes, I lived there when I was a child, and your second uncle and your father also grew up there."

Yi'er had been to Nanjing, but Wang Xie's mansion had no chance to go in, because it was already evening when she went to play, and she only turned around on the Zhuque Bridge and took a boat ride on the river.Thinking of getting Wang Xie's house this time, I was still quite excited. It's nothing more than traveling through martial arts secrets, and with such a family background, this trip is really worthwhile, but she is already here, so naturally there are many ties.

Wang Ningzhi directed the servants to arrange shelter from the rain, and when Yi'er got off the car, she personally stepped forward and hugged her down.

"Father, is the Guanyin Bodhisattva enshrined in this temple?"

"Yes, do you want to come forward and say goodbye?"

Yi'er was a believer in his previous life. He habitually lit incense and went up to worship, and even gave up a few gold beads in his purse. This ruined temple has long been rebuilt by him as a meaningful place, named Banyue Nunnery, there are also female nuns living now, and there are some incense, and this time it is here to take shelter from the rain, although it is a bit too coincidental.It's just that Yi'er's plain clothes and long black hair, she looks like a lady at a young age, which made him a little dazed, and the way she worshiped Guanyin, and even knew how to throw money in the merit box, who taught her of?

"What did Yier ask the Bodhisattva?"

"This is a secret."

In fact, she didn't ask for anything, she didn't need anything, and she would protect her parents and relatives. If she couldn't do it herself, it would be useless to ask the Bodhisattva.

"Okay, Dad will allow you to keep a little secret, but now it's time to make tea for Dad and Mom."

Yi'er Le Diandian went to work, but was surprised when she got the tea.

"Father, why didn't you bring Tieguanyin with you?"

"Just Biluochun? It tastes good."

"Okay, it just so happens that Mommy likes it too."

Their life cannot be said to be extravagant, but it is still extravagant in essence, but with the background of the Wang family, they are not upstarts showing off gold, silver, pearls and jade, and their extravagance is reflected in the details.For example, the manpower, tea sets, and tea leaves are all top-grade, but they are not so dazzling. For convenience, even the water for making tea is brought from the mountain spring, because the owner said that the well water does not taste good. .

After admiring Yi'er's manner of making tea, Wang Ningzhi became more and more in a trance. When the tea entered her throat, her eyes were moist. It was indeed his Yi'er, even the taste of cooking with a smile was a little off.

"One by one, there are very few people who can match this tea art. It seems that your Aunt Xiaoxiao has no secrets."

"Firstly, Miss Michelle didn't hide her secrets, and secondly, she didn't look to see whose daughter it was."

"Look at your fright?"

Wang Ningzhi smiled and said nothing. He was used to Yier's little girl attitude. Even if she didn't act like a baby, even if she ran business, cared about farming, built bridges and roads, and treated the people kindly like in her previous life, she never left the boudoir. show.And his wife is beautiful in appearance and not sharp in personality, but her talent and demeanor are unmatched by ordinary men. Occasionally she gets excited and drinks a little wine. It really fits the words "Merry in the Woods" perfectly.Between the beauty of the boudoir and the romance in the forest, he obviously prefers the beauty of the boudoir. Originally, he was worried that Yi'er would be taught to be like her mother. After all, no matter how much he pampered her, her daughter was always taught by her mother. .It turned out to be a bit surprising, Yi'er was not only unlike her mother, but also unlike other girls in the Wang family, whether it was her aunt who married into the Liu family, or the girl from the Wuyi Lane family.She is more like a Duy, but the Duy is cold outside and hot inside, and she treats people a little coldly. If you don’t know her deeply, you don’t know that she is so soft-hearted and treats people so well, but Yi’er has been loved by him since she was a child, and she lived in a honeypot. In the days here, he is more lively and doesn't hesitate to smile.

Looking at her daughter hiding in her father's arms, Xie Daoyun was extremely worried. Now that she is young, she is fine, but when she gets older, she settles down and marries into someone else's family. Can someone really love her like her father?

"Wang Lang, Yi'er said she is young but she is not young anymore. It's time to learn some manners. You have spoiled her. She will inevitably be worried when she reaches the age of marriage."

Wang Ningzhi touched Yi'er's head, and didn't know how to answer his wife. He hoped that Yi'er would not grow up and just stay by his side like this, but he knew it was impossible.Time flies, time is ruthless, Yier turns ten years old in a blink of an eye, and he is also over forty years old. The day of parting is getting closer, and he is full of melancholy when he hears Yiren raise her head and smile: "Don't worry, Madam, It doesn't matter if your daughter is spoiled, if you have a grudge against someone, marry her off and harm his family, it won't be bloody!"

"Hahaha, Yi'er is not afraid, I really can't get married, daddy will support you."

"Le'er wants to be raised by Dad."

"Second uncle..."

Qi Qi's voice is far less loud than Le'er's. Although he is also Wang Ningzhi's own son, according to etiquette, he has to be called Second Uncle. In fact, he also wants to be like his sister and younger brother, but because of his filial piety, Dad lives on the mountain. It's rare for him to see her once, and every time he sees him loving his sister so much, he envies her, but before he can get over it, Yi'er pulls her over and stuffs her into Father's arms.

"Qiqi, your temper is not as sharp as when you were a child. If you want to act like a baby, come here."

There are not many such warm moments in a big family, but Qi Qi's face was flushed with shame. The good father didn't reprimand him, but put his arms around his shoulders and comforted him: "Qiqi, you can be more arbitrary here, those etiquettes were originally for outsiders to see, as long as you remember to respect your parents and elders, and love your brothers and sisters in your heart. enough."

"Amitabha, good and good."

Yi'er was a little surprised when a teacher suddenly appeared at such a warm time, but she saw that A Niang seemed to know her, so she stood up to greet her.

"I haven't seen you for many years, thank you benefactor for coming?"

"How did Mrs. Jini get here?"

Zini?Yi'er's memory was suddenly awakened, this is the creator of the wind under the forest and the beauty of the boudoir, so she looked at her energetically, and saw that her demeanor was not like that of an ordinary woman.Thinking about it, reading and literacy is not an easy task in this age. You have to have money and leisure, and often the monks are those rich children. This is the case with Master Huiyuan in this era, and many people have transferred from Xuan Dao to Buddhism. Like Sun Chuo and Zhi Dun, they were all born in the noble family.

"Presumably this is Ling Qianjin. When the little lady was born, if there was a big commotion, the poor nun would not have the chance to meet her. When I see you today, the little lady really looks good."

"My girl has a heart for Buddha. She worshiped Guanyin as soon as she entered the door, and came to see Mrs. Jini one by one."

"Meet the teacher one by one, is the teacher here to place the order?"

"The little lady also knows about the list? Speaking of which, it's really fate. This nunnery was repaired by the little lady's father? For more than ten years, incense money has been sent every year."

It turns out that Dad still has such merits?Turning around to look at Wang Ningzhi who had gone away, I always thought that he was enshrining Taoism, but in the end, people even paid for the nunnery, so enlightened!Even Xie Daoyun knew about this for the first time.

"Oh? I've never heard him mention it."

"Aniang, you and the teacher have a slow chat, and went to find dad one by one."

Originally wanted to explore the secrets, but seeing Wang Ningzhi staring at the camellias in front of the meditation room, she felt that it was difficult to open her mouth. Her father was not old, but he was not young either. Why should she expose his scars?

"Daddy?"

"Is Yi'er coming? This camellia has a large corolla and bright colors, but it's a pity that it's not in flowering season at this time."

"Father likes this kind? Why do you have white camellias in your yard?"

"I didn't know it before. I only knew how to find rare varieties. Later, I realized that the white camellia is lighter and more colorful, and it is better than others."

Wang Ningzhi's eyes fell on Yi'er, but her thoughts had drifted far away. She recalled the scene of her dancing among the tea trees again, vaguely like yesterday. The scenery she likes, holding Yi'er's hand, can be regarded as a relative mutual appreciation.