Rebirth of the backing and eating mountains

It is the good time of March in Yangchun, and the capital is full of spring.The day was very sunny, An Rubao, who stayed in the inn for a few days, couldn't sit still, went back to the room and changed into a light robe, chatted with Xing Shan, and walked out of the inn.

The location of the inn is remote, and it comes to the main street through an alley.After all, it is the capital city, where they are located is only the outer city, and the streets are more than twice as wide as Yuxing City, which can accommodate four carriages driving side by side.Suyuan City, like Yuxing City, is also divided into east, west, north, south, and four parts. Cross the main street and go south, and you can see a long river passing through the city. This river is called the Ming River. After going around the city for a week, it flows eastward.

There are tall white dams built on both sides of the Ming River, and weeping willows are planted on the dams. The green willows on the white embankments are refreshing and pleasant.An Rubao strolled on the embankment, feeling the warm spring breeze blowing towards his face, and his mood was particularly bright.There are many shops on both sides of the river, and there are several small bridges built on the Ming River to connect them. After crossing the bridge, An Rubao strolled. Looking at each house, he saw a calligraphy and painting shop that was very elegantly decorated. Then walked in.

There are all kinds of paper, ink and pens in the calligraphy and painting shop, and famous calligraphy and paintings are hung on the walls. Because of his experience in the previous life, An Rubao is not an arty person. He doesn't know the quality of those calligraphy and paintings, but Without affecting his appreciation, he entered the store and looked around for a week, and then he looked at them one by one.There were few people in the shop at the moment, the shopkeeper saw him dressed as a scholar, and his accent was not from the capital, so he knew that he was going to Beijing to rush for the exam.These scholars love writing and ink, and their eloquence is generous, so they couldn't help introducing them beside him: "...Your Excellency has a good eye, this one is the work of Master Qu, a great scholar in the world. Everyone knows that Master Qu is good at cursive script. Look at it." The strokes of the strokes are strong and powerful, and they are completed in one go. They really live up to the name of "ghost pen". It's a pity that Mr. Qu is a low-key person, and ink is hard to find. There are not many works in the world. This one was obtained from a friend with great difficulty. As for this landscape, it was made by Tang Sutang, a master of landscape in the previous dynasty..." An Rubao looked at each picture, and he tried his best to explain that he knew everything from the work itself to the author himself. Rubao kept nodding while watching and listening, and asked a few questions from time to time, and the two of them had a very pleasant conversation.

While chatting about speculation, I suddenly heard someone at the door saying: "Is the store in?"

The storekeeper stopped talking and looked over, An Rubao couldn't help but follow the prestige, and saw three people standing at the door, two of them were dressed as servants, one of them was wearing a sky blue brocade gown, with a bun on his head, The jade hairpin was inserted, revealing the bright red flower-shaped brother's seal on the left ear, and his face was so handsome that the shopkeeper fell silent in amazement, while An Rubao frowned secretly.

He knew this person, and it was the younger brother of Ding Bentan's family, Ding Qingning, who was also the beloved of the original owner of the body who had been married and then broke the contract.

When we met last time, Ding Qingning was still an unrequited little brother. He was one year younger than An Rubao, and married Wang Zhenqing two years ago when he became an adult. He was the best among his peers, not to mention the interests of Ding Wang's family, Ding Qingning and him were considered to be well-matched, with similar talents and looks.It's just that for some reason, compared to the carefree look when we met last time, there is a little sadness in the corners of his eyes and brows, which doesn't seem to be the happy life that others think.

Ding Qingning was looking around in the store, his eyes turned around and happened to land on An Rubao, when he saw the other person's description clearly, he couldn't help but slightly widened his eyes and froze for a moment.

The shop owner has come to his senses now, and hastily confessed his crime to An Rubao, and asked the assistant to take his place to introduce An Rubao, while he greeted Ding Qingning and the others, and when he got close, he said courteously: "Welcome!" The three of you come to our store, please come inside quickly."

Ding Qingning calmed down, and nodded to the servant on the left. These two people were serving him personally, so it was his intention. One of them immediately said to the shopkeeper: "My lord is going to buy some pens, ink, paper and inkstone. Your shop is very clean and elegant, so I just came in to have a look, and I don't know if there are things in your shop that suit my lord's wishes."

The storekeeper smiled and said: "This lord has a good eye, let's not talk about anything else in this store. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are complete, and the quality is definitely the best in this Suyuan city. Please don't worry, the three of you, even if you are inside." During the conversation, three people were introduced into the store.

Thinking that it would be too abrupt to leave at this moment, An Rubao endured the discomfort in his heart, patiently followed the waiter to continue watching the calligraphy and painting, and tried not to care about the three people, while Ding Qingning stood not far away, listening absent-mindedly The waiter was talking to the storekeeper, but his eyes sneaked away from time to time to An Rubao who was facing away from him.

"I haven't seen him for a few years, this person is becoming more and more refined and elegant." Ding Qingning couldn't help but sigh inwardly.He and An Rubao grew up together, also known as childhood sweethearts.At that time, the two families had a good relationship and lived not far away. When I was young, I didn't know the difference between my brother and my father, and the two often played together.It was also because the two of them played well and were about the same age. When they were eight or nine years old, the two adults decided to make a marriage for the two.

At that time, I was young, I didn't understand love, and I didn't know how to avoid taboos. I didn't understand until I was eleven or twelve years old, and I didn't know what betrothal is. However, the sweetness and shyness in my heart cannot be fooled.If you want to come, you will like it.

Later, the An family fell, and my father broke the marriage contract between the two families in private.For this matter, he once fought and complained, but he flinched when Ah Mo said, "Do you want to go to the countryside with him to farm and live a hard life in the future?"It is precisely because of this that when Father decided to marry the powerful Wang family, he did not stop him.Whether it's a bad reputation or no relationship with Wang Zhenqing, it's better to live a hard life in the past. Of course, he is not completely reluctant to Wang Zhenqing, who is not yet a young talent in Yuxing City.However, it is he who said the so-called wrong step and wrong step.She thought she had a bright and beautiful future, but after getting married, she shattered into powder in front of the contemptuous words of her husband and the concubine who was constantly being welcomed into her home.

Years make people old, and in only two years, he felt that his heart was as dead ashes and there would be no waves, but at this moment, the moment he saw An Rubao again, an unknown emotion suddenly rushed into his heart, there was sadness, there was Pain, and endless regret.

It turned out that there was no love, but that love was too shallow, and I understood it too late.

The shopkeeper took out several sets of pens and inks, and introduced to Ding Qingning: "These two sets are the best in our store. Look at this one, it is top-grade sapphire smoke, this one is top-quality pine smoke ink, and this inkstone is authentic turquoise stone inkstone." Inkstone. Look at this brush again, it’s a fine brush..." The shopkeeper was talking endlessly here, while An Rubao finally finished reading all the calligraphy and paintings on the wall of the shop with his burning gaze behind him.

The clerk talked for a while, his mouth was dry, he finally read it, and hurriedly said: "Except for the ones hanging on the wall, there are still many masterpieces of famous masters in the store, which are not on display due to the small space. If you are interested, I will show you the little one."

An Rubao shook his head, and said: "No need." After thinking about it, he wasted a lot of time in the store, so he couldn't return empty-handed, so he had to go to the place where the pens and inks were placed, picked out a medium-priced set, and said : "Wrap these up for me." The guy responded with a smile, and took the things to the counter to settle the bill.

It was five hundred Wen in total, An Rubao paid the money, took the things and went out.When Ding Qingning, who had been paying attention to him, saw this, he couldn't care about anything else, and blurted out: "Brother Rubao, wait a minute." As soon as the words came out, several people in the store were stunned.An Rubao stood at the door, neither leaving nor staying, hesitated for a moment, sighed secretly, turned around to look Ding Qingning up and down, pretended to recognize him with a sudden smile, and said, "Who am I? It turned out to be Mr. Ding. If you hadn’t called me, I wouldn’t have recognized you. I haven’t seen you for a few years, how is Mr. Ding? I heard that Mr. Ding was entrusted to the royal family a few years ago, and I haven’t congratulated Mr. Ding yet.”

Here he said Mr. Ding on the left and Mr. Ding on the right, which made the relationship between the two of them very clear. Ding Qingning was suffocated, and his lips trembled a few times before he murmured: "Yes... yes, I..., thank you very much. ...Master An misses...I..." Suddenly he raised his head and said: "If...Master An appears in the capital at this moment, but he came for the exam, I wonder... I wonder how he did in the exam?"

An Rubao's smile didn't change, and he replied: "I'm here for the exam, but my talent is limited, I just try my best, and the result is not important. Just like some things are in the past, you can't force it, Ding Young Master, don’t you think so? Well, I still have important matters to attend to. If Mr. An is fine, I’ll leave.” For Ding Qingning, the original An Rubao was regarded as a jewel, and he loved him deeply, but in today’s In An Rubao's mind, it was just a familiar name, not much better than the strangers he met on the road.He knew that some things might not be Ding Qingning's fault, but the reason why the original owner died of depression was inseparable from him. If it was not necessary, he didn't want to have any further entanglements with this person.

Ding Qingning was stunned by the sentence of "not to insist". The sudden heartache made him want to cry, but his self-esteem made him raise his head. Although his eyes were red, he straightened his back and said in a clear voice: "Qing Ning and Master An We have known each other since we were young, but Qing Ning has lost his composure since we haven't seen each other for a long time, I hope Young Master An doesn't mind the rudeness, since Young Master An has something to do, Qing Ning is inconvenient and wants to stay, so please feel free to do so." After speaking, she smiled slightly and turned her head He said to the shopkeeper: "I think the quality of this piece of sapphire smoke is really high-quality, let's take this one, and..."

An Rubao waited for a while, seeing that Ding Qingning was only talking to the store owner, and it seemed that he had made up his mind not to talk to him anymore, he couldn't help sighing in his heart when he relaxed, chuckled lightly, and walked out.

When the people walked away, Ding Qingning raised his head and looked at the back of the person who was gradually moving away, with a look of sadness and resentment in his eyes.Is it wrong?Is it wrong?But he just wanted to pursue his own happiness, he was just...just too cowardly...the result was so outrageously wrong...but no matter what, he could never go back...

When he met someone he didn't want to meet, An Rubao's good mood was wiped out, and he walked out of the shop and went back to the inn along the same road.

Entering the room, putting down the things in his hands, An Rubao sat on the chair, just about to take a rest, when he saw the inn clerk come in hurriedly, and said to him: "Master An, someone came to you by name outside, the boss told you Come and ask Master An if you want to see him."

An Rubao raised his eyebrows, and thought: "I've been idle for the past few days, why is it so lively today." He couldn't help asking the waiter: "Oh, who can you say he is?"

The waiter said: "The man only said the four characters Rushi Sanren, saying that Master An will know who he is after hearing it." The corners of An Rubao's mouth twitched slightly, and he said after a long while: "The person who came is my old style, please trouble Xiaoer Brother, invite him to come in." Reaching out his hand, he took out a piece of broken silver from his pocket and handed it to the man, the man got the reward for nothing, smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, said "Okay." He turned and ran out.

The guy was very efficient, and after a while, he brought the people here. There were two people who came, and the first one had a foolish smile on his face, and entered the house without waiting for An Rubao to invite him. Sit down opposite An Rubao, and said to An Rubao, "Brother An, don't come here without any harm." It was none other than Wu Shifei.