Misty rain and heavy flowers accompany the king's return

Back at the Gaofu Temple, Shen Bai gave the remaining loose money to Lord Asong, and Lord Asong carefully put it in the stone incense burner in front of the statue of General Gaofu in the front hall.

"Bless the general." Master Asong respectfully kowtowed to General Gao Fu.

Shen Bai went back to the room to tidy up, and took out the paper.

In the evening, Master Asong cooked a large pot of fish soup with small fish and shrimps and white radish, and ate it with some boiled sweet potatoes.

At night, Shen Bai thought of the piano he played during the day, and felt a sense of loneliness in his heart.

Blowing out the pine oil lamp, the dripping raindrops outside the house fell on the roof of Gaofu Temple, and there was the sound of raindrops pattering on the thick black tiles, and the falling rain accompanied him to sleep.

In the dream, he didn't die, he came back to life, and even beat the second steward to death.The picture is vivid in my mind, I don’t know if it’s true or not, and I don’t know if it’s true or not, especially when I go to the east and west courtyards by accident, and the expression on sitting in the Qingsi hall is not like my own, but the living one is me look.

In a night that was both true and false, dream and illusion, accompanied by a long dream, Shen Bai did not know the authenticity of his dream as if he had passed away.

He woke up once in the dark night, and that was when he heard the sound of the second steward being killed with a stick.In the darkness, he stretched out his hand to look at his own hand. It was true. He was here, but his body was not his own. Then, was the self on the other side still alive and possessed by others?

All of this has become unimaginable, because I dare not imagine myself being dominated by others to live, even if it is just a body.

But all resistance was futile, and he was still sinking, a poor scholar.

Early the next morning, the weather changed from light rain to rain and fog.

Shen Bai opened his eyes, looking at everything around him, how he wished that when Yimeng woke up, he would still be Shen's mansion, Shen Bai, not Shen Luo.

"Ah Luo woke up, ready to eat." Master Asong said outside.

"Oh!" Shen Bai answered him, started to do it, sweating a little, really frightened by the dream.

I went to fetch water to scrub, and looked at a few small bird eggs boiled in water, as well as fish soup.

"I went to the pine forest today and picked up a lot of small bird eggs, which can be eaten for a few days." Master Asong said.

"How long will it continue to rain?" Shen Bai asked curiously, took a sip of fresh fish soup, radish slices, green peppers and scallions floating in it, the taste was light and delicious.

"I don't know. The longer it rains, the more likely the surrounding towns will flood, but Huzhou is fine. There are too many lakes and bays around here, which can store a lot of water." Master Asong said reassuringly: "Fortunately, it has already After harvesting the rice, our food is ready, don’t worry about anything, if the price of food goes up, if you sell it, maybe you can exchange it for some money for your exam!”

"Rushing for the exam?" Shen Bai was stunned for a while.

Master Asong looked at him: "I have saved almost 50 taels of silver. If you want to catch up for the exam, we can take out the money. This year's autumn has not opened yet, so hurry up and work hard."

Shen Bai didn't answer, he didn't know anything about the exam here, let alone here, even in his previous life, with his status in the Shen family, he was not sure about the exam.

After eating, while there was no heavy rain, he went to Wushizui to have a look. A huge gust of wind blew past the cliff, the lake was completely white, and Chuanyun Peak opposite was completely submerged in the mist.

The waves of the great lake turned into a sea of ​​white clouds, and there was no view of lonely sails and distant shadows at all.

Standing in Wushizui for a while, I felt a little cold. I came down from the top and passed the red flower forest. The red flowers grew on the smooth branches and fell off when I touched them lightly, but the new buds on the branches were still there. Wait quietly, as if it will bloom again soon.

This kind of flower has never been seen before, and Shen Bai is not surprised, after all, there are too many things that have never been seen in this world.

I picked up a red flower in my hand, and the red juice was smudged on my fingers. Out of curiosity, I picked up a little bit on my hand.

Back in the Gaofu Temple, Master Asong saw him and couldn't help but said: "Why is my hair wet again? The wind and humidity are heavy on the cliff."

"I'm going to have a look at the lake." Shen Bai returned.

"What can you see on this day!" Master Asong smiled: "It's all foggy, and ships dare not sail. More than ten years ago, the passenger ship from Huzhou County collided on this day to transport timber. Many people died on the cargo ship!"

Shen Bai nodded, the waves of such a big lake are probably no less than that of Poyang Lake, Taihu Lake or Dongting Lake, it is naturally extraordinary.

"What are you doing with the love flower in your hand?" Master Asong asked curiously.

"Is this called Love Flower?" Shen Bai opened his hand, the lines on his palm turned red.

"Be careful, this is so hard to wash off, that's why it's called lover's tears, it won't disappear easily." Master Asong said.

"Lover's tears, such a flower has such a beautiful name." Shen Bai stretched out his hand to look.

"It's said that the moon blooms, and it's not afraid of the cold and heat, so it's like a lover, persistent and steadfast." Master Asong said.

Shen Bai nodded, went back to the room, found a broken pen washer, threw the petals into it, ground it, and it turned into red dye.

Find a piece of uncut paper, the yellow paper is a bit old, but it's good paper.

Using ink lightly on the paper, Chuanyun Peak looms on the left, and on the other side is the cliff of Wushizui. A pen wasted.

Find a strip of cloth, dip it in water, and use the rendering of water to paint a crimson in the woods.

Between the two mountains is full of water mist, no rivers and lakes, no wind, only chaotic water mist.

'Amidst the rain, the mountain is red! After inscribing such a sentence on the painting, Shen Bai looked at the painting and couldn't help but smile a little, his own painting is so good.

In the afternoon, Master Asong went to the woods to set traps, to see if he could catch bamboo chickens and hares.

They don't eat lunch, and stick the paintings on the walls of the room.

Shen Bai sat on the corridor in the small courtyard, watching the weather that was drizzling again.

There was a crackling sound from the front hall, Shen Bai got up to have a look, Master Asong walks lightly and will not make any noise.

Walking to the front hall, a thin young man stood at the entrance of the front hall, looking at the sculpture of General Goff.

"You are?" Shen Bai asked, seeing the light pattern on the young man's forehead, which is the sign of a brother: "Whose family's brother?" He just finished speaking.

"I'm sorry son, I'm from Longkou Village. I wanted to come to Wushizui to see through Yunfeng, but I didn't expect it to rain." The brother said softly, and the unaffected voice made Shen Bai feel pleasant, unlike Shen San. Like my brother's daughter-in-law, she is strong, dark and flattering.

"You're wet, let's warm it up!" Shen Bai said, knowing that it's better to have a difference between boys and girls here than between men and women, and the person in front of him looks like a teenager with a long bun behind him, An elegant temperament.

"That, cry!" My brother sneezed, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment: "Excuse me."

As he spoke, he followed Shen Bai to the back hall. There was a small stove for boiling water at the door of Shen Bai's room, and water was boiling in it, and there was water sitting in the casserole next to it. He was the one who brewed wild camellia.

"Sit down!" Shen Bai handed him a low bamboo chair.

The boy sat down and put his hands on the fire to keep warm.

Shen Bai sat on the other side, continued to stare at the misty and rainy sky with his bare face facing the sky, thoughtful, as if there was no one around him.

The young man looked at Shen Bai curiously: "Do you live here?"

"En!" Shen Bai replied in a low voice.

"Are you Shen Xiucai?"

"Hmm!" The answering voice was still simple.

"My name is Long Qingchen, cry!" The boy continued to sneeze.

Shen Bai turned his head and glanced at him: "Do you have a handkerchief?"

"Yes, yes!" Long Qingchen looked at him puzzled and nodded.

Shen Bai got up and brought the stove into the house, then poured half a bucket of hot water: "Go in and scrub it yourself, dry it before coming out!" After speaking, he looked at Long Qingchen.

Long Qingchen originally wanted to refuse, but seeing Shen Bai's serious expression, he couldn't bear to refuse, nodded and got up to go in.

Shen Bai also handed him the chair, then closed the door, and continued to sit on the armchair looking at the sky in a daze.

Long Qingchen stood at the door and looked at him from the inside for a while, and found that he didn't move at all. He felt that this young man was very strange, and his eyes were indifferent, as if he didn't dare to be interested in anything.

Turning around to look at his room, there was a simple bed, desk, and a bookcase. Seeing the writing on the wall, Long Qingchen showed a curious expression.

When he saw the painting, he could hardly take his eyes off.

Sitting on a chair, he washed quickly, took off his clothes and dried them.

Then she dressed and opened the door: "Can I have this painting?" Long Qingchen knelt down and looked at Shen Bai.

Shen Bai looked back at his bright-eyed brother: "Why?"

When Long Qingchen looked at him from such a close distance, he realized that the young man's appearance was very upright, and his cold face had a vivid expression as if he could speak: "This, this, was it drawn by you?"

"En!" Shen Bai turned around and replied.

"Can you give it to me? Or I can buy it." Long Qingchen asked.

"I like it." Shen Bai simply rejected him.

Long Qingchen puckered his mouth in confusion.

"Bring your own paper, and I'll give you the drawing assistant." Shen Bai said suddenly.

Long Qingchen nodded with a light smile: "Thank you, what's your name?"

"Shen Luo." Shen Bai did not use his original name, after all this is not a world anymore.

"Master." Someone called from outside.

"My family is here, thank you, I'll come back in two days." Long Qingchen jumped up and ran out: "Xiaomo, I'm here."

The voice of the master and servant shouting joyously rang outside for a few times, Shen Bai continued to watch the heavy rain, remained silent, got up and poured out the water that the young man had wiped off, the faint scent of body in the water was very strange.

Shen Bai turned back to his room, took out a pen and paper, and wrote quietly.

There is a gap between my own handwriting and Shen Luo's handwriting, but there is a tendency to learn from each other.

Shen Luo's handwriting is strong enough, but he has not received systematic education. He obviously doesn't copy many fonts. Unlike his previous life, he came from a famous family. The changing fonts form a line of their own, but it is an orderly arrangement of Shen Xueshi's inheritance.

As Shen Bai wrote down the pen slowly, it was a kind of relief.

At night, Shen Bai continued to have new dreams.

In his dream, he went to the East Street of Bianjing, where he met Xu Jin, Mr. Wen Lan, in a tea house near the river.

And Mr. Xu Jin was attracted to him because of a Ruanqin piece. The piece is very wonderful, but he has never heard it, let alone played it. Could it be that this is not a dream, but his real situation in another life?

"Happy tour!" When Shen Bai woke up, his thoughts clearly remembered the flowing movement of his fingertips, and the changes between the strings were vivid in his memory.

"A Luo, someone is looking for you outside!" Master Asong came over and said.

Shen Bai guessed that it was Long Qingchen who came: "Let him wait for a while, I will wash up."

After Shen Bai finished washing and went to the front hall, he found several people standing there.

The leader is the person who listened to him playing the piano at the city gate the day before yesterday.

"It's you?" Shen Bai asked curiously.

"Cold mountains, misty rain, clear dust for passing tourists. Shen Xiucai really lives among the beautiful mountains and beautiful waters." The middle-aged man said with extraordinary grace, wearing a huge gemstone ring on the finger holding the paper fan.

Four servants in blue cloth clothes stood at the entrance of the hall, among them was the one who ordered music at Fuyuan Restaurant last time.

"Hi, sir, is it too early?" Shen Bai asked lightly.

"The big boat is on its way, in a hurry." The middle-aged man said, meaning he hadn't eaten yet.

After hearing this, A Songbo laughed and said: "If you haven't eaten, let's eat together. How many people are you here?" He looked at the servants in front of the hall.

"Don't worry about them, we can just eat." The middle-aged man said.

Everyone in the big family said this, Shen Bai took it easy and helped A Songbo set up a small table.

Sweet potato porridge and bad fish are eaten by middle-aged people with great relish.

It was too early, Shen Bai saw that he had no intention of leaving, so he could only ask him to sit in the back.