Misty rain and heavy flowers accompany the king's return

"This painting is quiet and far-reaching. Between the renderings, under the splashing of ink and ink, there are deep clouds and fog, eh!" The middle-aged man walked into Shen Bai's room uninvited, and commented on his paintings and words: "This red is used wonderfully. Between the layers, a piece of crimson is rippling between the clouds and mists. The clouds roll and the clouds relax, and the flowers bloom and fade. Good, good!"

Shen Bai glanced at him, the middle-aged man with extraordinary bearing was standing inside, and outside was his boy who ordered the tunes, although his comments were very annoying, and it was annoying to come uninvited, but he made very unique comments, even Say every word.

"Ah, little brother Shen didn't expect that the melody is outstanding, and his calligraphy and painting are also excellent; 'There is no way out of the sea of ​​suffering, and the sea of ​​books will cross this life,' little brother, do you want to become an official?" asked the middle-aged man.

Shen Bai stood behind him with his hands behind his back: "I have no plans yet, but I will take the exam."

"Oh!" The middle-aged man nodded: "I listened to little brother's song the day before yesterday, and I didn't know how to taste it for several days. I wonder if I can listen to another song today?"

Shen Bai thought about last night's dream: "Occasionally I got a song, I just want to try it, but my family is far away and I don't have strings and bamboos."

"Oh, I got a piece by chance?" The middle-aged man smiled in surprise and asked, "I have all kinds of silk and bamboo instruments on board. I don't know which one my little brother likes?"

"Ruan Qin." Shen Bai said.

"Where is what?" The middle-aged man was taken aback by the words, as if he had never heard of this musical instrument.

Shen Bai didn't know how to explain, the middle-aged man waved his hand: "Go, bring all the instruments, let Mr. Shen choose."

"Yes, master!" The blue-shirted boy bowed his head and stepped back.

Shen Bai sat under the corridor with the middle-aged man, watching the drizzle and smoke like a curtain.

Master Asong came: "Ah Luo, someone is looking for you again!"

"Wait a moment." Shen Bai got up and went out, and saw Long Qingchen standing at the entrance of the hall with a little brother, looking curiously at the middle-aged man's entourage.

"Master Long, come in." Shen Bai said.

"Oh!" Long Qingchen came in with a roll in his arms, and followed Shen Bai into the apse.

"This is the young master of the Long family from our neighboring village, who came to ask for my painting." Shen Bai said.

The middle-aged man nodded with a smile and was personable.

Shen Bai took Long Qingchen to the window sill, spread the paper and asked, "What do you want to draw?"

"That, Chuanyun Peak and Qinghualin." Long Qingchen said.

Shen Bai picked up a brush and dipped it in ink, and drew a black stone mouth full of love flowers on the paper brought by Long Qingchen. The middle-aged man watched him pick up the cloth and drop layers of love flowers between the flower forests, Can't help but nodded: "I said why Brother Shen's flower forest can be eclectic, without traces of writing, so it is so!"

After Shen Bai finished painting, dip a cloth strip in water, and lightly apply it while pressing, and the misty rain of Hualin slowly appeared.

After finishing painting Wushizui, the middle-aged man said from the side: "Chuanyun Peak, why don't you let me come down and paint?"

Shen Bai knew that he was a top-notch painter, and wanted to see his strength of character, so he handed him the brush.

The middle-aged man wrote quickly, and a mountain peak like a pen stand appeared on the screen.

Shen Bai's Wushizui is in the lower right corner, and his mountain peak is in the upper left corner, rising and falling, forming the momentum of facing each other across the river.

"The remaining little brothers, come." The middle-aged man gave Shen Bai the pen.

Shen Bai took the pen, dipped it in water, patiently dipped it layer by layer, the rivers and lakes were already covered in clouds.

"What kind of payment?" The middle-aged man asked curiously.

Shen Bai wrote "Yinyu Jianghu" and handed the pen to the middle-aged man: "Thank you for your kindness, why don't we sign it together."

"Okay!" The middle-aged man took the pen, wrote a quotation in a chic way, and took out the seal that he carried with him to cover it.

"I don't have a seal, let's borrow flowers to present to Buddha!" ​​Shen Bai wrote the signature of Shen Luo.

"Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, what does 'Buddha' mean?" Long Qingchen looked at a masterpiece and asked Shen Bai in a good mood.

"Buddha means God." Shen Bai explained.

"Oh, that's a good sentence, borrow flowers to offer Buddha." Long Qingchen praised: "Thank you both."

"It's just a little effort, I'm the one who borrows flowers to offer Buddha, and I can see Brother Shen's painting style." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

The blue-shirted boy went and returned, bringing five servants and five musical instruments.

"Brother Shen, please!" The middle-aged man said.

Shen Bai went out and looked at the musical instruments one by one, Zheng, Di, Xiao, Xianhuqin and Yueqin.

"Just this one." Shen Bai took Yueqin.

"Master Long, let's listen together." The middle-aged man said, with a light wave of his hand, a servant sent a chair, as if he was the owner of the place.

It doesn't matter to Shen Bai, he sits down, adjusts the strings, and thinks about the piece he played in his dream of "Dream Me" last night.

Close your eyes, the sound of the piano slowly came out under the twitching of your fingers, under the sound of the piano, the rain became fluttering, the breeze blew, and Shen Bai was gently blown by the wind.

Long Qingchen was already obsessed with the sound of the piano, and seeing such a deep white, his heart beat wildly.

After playing a song, the middle-aged man closed his eyes slightly, thoughtful.

"What's the name of this song?" The middle-aged man asked curiously.

"Happy Tour." Shen Bai thought of the title of the song explained by 'myself' in last night's dream.

"Where did it come from?" The middle-aged man asked curiously.

"I said it was the Realm of Dream Butterflies, are you surprised?" Shen Bai asked back.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "I just believe it."

"Why?" Shen Bai asked.

"This song is not a pentatonic tune." The middle-aged man looked at Shen Bai: "I thought it was a song of gods, but my son said it was a song of dream butterflies. Hmph, you are indeed an upright gentleman."

Shen Bai glanced at him: "Extraordinary painting skills, and a deep understanding of rhythm, Your Excellency's attire and demeanor are not ordinary people's. Compared with Shen, Your Excellency is more extraordinary?"

The middle-aged man smiled lightly: "Don't ask the hero where he came from, just like what Brother Shen said before, the misty rain in the cold mountains, the dust is clear."

Long Qingchen thought it was "Qingchen Passerby" when he heard the phrase "Qingchen Passerby", and looked at Shen Bai in surprise.

Shen Bai nodded: "Your Excellency is right."

"Haha! If you can visit Gaofu Temple and hear the sounds of nature from Brother Shen, the work of Dream Butterfly, it is worth the trip." The middle-aged man pointed to the Yueqin: "Brother Shen has no strings and bamboos, so I will give this piano to Brother Shen. If you go to the imperial capital, please come to my house to talk about it." After finishing speaking, he took the driving sticker from the blue-shirted boy: "You can find me in Wutong Building in the imperial capital."

Shen Bai took it: "Thank you!"

When the middle-aged man left, he turned his head to Shen Bai and said, "My surname is Yin."

Shen Bai nodded and looked at him smiling, the clouds were calm and the wind was calm, and the waves were calm.

Wait for people to go far away, board a boat at Wushizui and leave.

Long Qingchen looked at Shen Bai, and reminded him calmly: "Yin is the emperor's surname."

Shen Bai glanced at him: "So what."

Long Qingchen looked at him in surprise, very puzzled.

"Ah Luo." Master Asong said to Shen Bai: "That group of people just left a bag of silver, saying it was early payment, take a look."

Shen Bai opened the purse, and there were five ingots and ten taels of silver in it.

"Put it away, Grandpa." Shen Bai handed the money bag back to Master Asong.

"Okay, Ah Luo is good luck, meeting such a big man, it's extraordinary at first glance!" Master Asong said with a smile.

The boats sailing northward to Dajiang set sail, and the nearby fishermen watched the big boats departing from the harbor under Wushizui and talked a lot.

"How big is this man? How did he get on the boat at Wushizui?" Third Brother Shen chatted with Longkou Village curiously.

Long Rendong sat on the bow of the boat, with a pair of dark feet dangling in the water, and said with a proud expression: "I don't know, the patriarch of our village is back."

"Master Longtu?" Shen San asked with an expression of admiration.

"That's it!" Long Rendong said proudly: "The patriarch's brother-in-law passed away the year before last, and it took exactly three years to get back today, and he brought back his brother and son."

"Master Long is such a big man, why is he just one brother?" Shen San asked curiously.

"Don't be silly. His brother-in-law is the only son of the former Southwest Transshipment Department. Our Long family can do such a wide business in the Southwest. It is the patriarch who supports us in the Southwest for timber and so on." Long Ren Dongqiao Said with a thumbs up.

Shen San smiled with an amazed expression.

"Master, this Shen Xiucai is really weird." On the big boat, a blue-shirted boy was serving the middle-aged man to drink tea.

"It's a good thing to have a cold personality, and it's not in vain that I met such a character when I traveled south this time." The middle-aged man said, looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance.

"Generally, when people hear your surname, they will understand a little bit. Isn't this person stupid?" The blue-shirted boy said amusedly.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "If you really don't know, it's arrogance. If you pretend to be ignorant if you really know, then it's not ordinary. If he knows my identity and can hold on to himself, then he will definitely not be an ordinary person in the future. Moreover, I saw something in him. Kind of weird stuff."

The blue-shirted boy said disdainfully: "Aside from a distasteful demeanor, what else is there? It's somewhat similar to the former prince. Everyone has a proud demeanor."

A middle-aged man in a white and blue shirt for a year: "Presumptuous, dare to criticize His Highness the Crown Prince like this."

The blue-shirted boy pursed his lips: "Master, forgive me."

The middle-aged man looked into the distance: "What kind of person is His Royal Highness? He proudly has the heart to look down on the world. This person's temperament is similar to his, so what's the matter? I just don't think he is like an ordinary mountain boy. Letter, let someone check his background."

"Yes!" The blue-shirted boy bowed his head and said.

After the middle-aged man left, Shen Bai still maintained the habit of drawing and reading, but with the addition of a Yueqin, his life suddenly became more interesting.

Even Master Asong exclaimed that he had never played the piano before, how could he play it so well!

Shen Bai just said "read it in the book" perfunctorily, and Master Asong had nothing to say.

In this era, in the eyes of ordinary people, a book of a scholar contains thousands of things, and it is not surprising that it has such a role.

Long Qingchen came here every other day.

After the misty rain, the weather returned to hot weather, but Wushizui was very cool, and one had to cover things to fall asleep at night.

"That Longtu is going to marry his brother-in-law." Master Asong came back and said.

"Which dragon picture?" Shen Bai put down his pen and asked.

"It's the father of the son of the Long family who comes every day, the patriarch of the Long family." Master Asong couldn't help but sigh why Shen Bai was so slow, he didn't even know about his family affairs when he came here every day.

Shen Bai didn't respond, put down his pen, and carefully thought about the bizarre dreams he had about his previous life in the past few nights.

He was actually going to do business with people, especially from the various reactions in the palace, he already knew that the 'Shen Bai' who got his body was definitely not an ordinary person.

As promised, the dream came as scheduled every night.

Shen Bai fell into a kind of inexplicable panic, that is, he was eager to know all kinds of things that happened in his previous life, and he was afraid that seeing himself being manipulated by others would hurt his elder sister and An An.

This feeling of helplessness struck him as strange, both helpless and powerless.

But Yueqin's music and playing ability have become more and more powerful.

Thinking of what the middle-aged man surnamed Yin said, he was also a little vigilant. This person's technique and chords in playing Ruan Qin seemed to be the same as ordinary people, but it was more than the scales of 'Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu' , the extra changes are hidden in between.And it was precisely this change that made his ability to master the melody even weirder.

And for Shen Bai, the most amazing thing is this person's sensitivity to current events and his views on affairs.

Every day when he wakes up and opens his eyes, Shen Bai sighs, his life has become so wonderful, one kind of life during the day, and another life at night, which is equivalent to living two lives at once, the life at night is the same as his own Connected, but no longer related.

He is afraid of continuing to see, but he looks forward to continuing to watch, hoping to see a completely different life experience from it.

I also hope to learn a way of life that I can't even imagine.