He saved money in ancient times to marry

Bai Li plucked up his courage, secretly poking out the words from the bottom of his heart, he felt light all over his body, and said: "Two years ago, I saw a painting of black plum blossoms in Shenghui Pavilion, Chengzhou, and I liked it very much. Forget,? But the Shenghui Pavilion treats it like a treasure, and refuses to sell it to me,? I have been thinking about it for a long time, can you draw a picture for me?"

Ye Tinglan lowered his eyelashes, fiddled with the teacup with his fingers for a while, and said softly: "My house washes the inkstone head tree, and the blossoming flowers bloom with light ink marks. Don't let people praise the color, just leave a clean air full of heaven and earth."

Bai Li was surprised: "How do you know this poem?"

Ye Tinglan: "Since it was written for me, why can't I know that Mr. Bai Xiaolang is a good poet? I like this poem very much."

Bai Li opened his mouth, knelt down and kowtowed three times in his heart facing the sky, and said silently: "I didn't mean to deceive people, nor did I want to steal poems, nor did I want to gain fame,? I just wanted to have a good time. It's just a handsome man, please don't blame everyone, don't blame it!"

Ye Tinglan smiled and said, "Let's go, I'll draw a picture for you."

Bai Li stood up abruptly, and Pidiandian ran after him, asked excitedly, "Are you really painting for me?"

"Can there be a fake?"

"Then I want the most special one. I heard that adults don't like inscriptions. Can I mention a poem for this one?"

"As long as you like it, what is a poem?"

"Wow, I'm so happy."

The two entered the study while talking, Ye Tinglan unfolded the scroll, and Bai Li obediently studied the ink for him.

Ye Tinglan's painting style is unrestrained and unrestrained. Mo Mei is his favorite painting, and he is also the best at it. The plum blossoms of different shades fall on the paper, and Bai Li is fascinated when he looks at it. When a painting is finished, Bai Li Li's admiration was beyond words.

Obviously there is only one bowl of water and one inkstone, but the painting is full of heavy snow, the cold plum blooms proudly in the snow, the slightest chill seeps out from the painting, and a little bit of fragrance seems to be there, it really brings the flower of proud snow to life .

Bai Li praised: "It's amazing, I want to frame it and treasure it."

Ye Tinglan smiled slightly, changed the writing brush, dipped it in ink and handed it to him: "Mr. Bai Xiaolang, write a poem."

Bai Li pointed to himself in surprise: "Me?"

"Yup!"

"I can't, my handwriting is ugly, a good painting will be ruined by me."

Ye Tinglan took another piece of paper: "Write it down for me."

Bai Li: "..."

This... This is scarier than solving a math problem that you don't know very well in front of the math teacher!

He gritted his teeth, took the pen and wrote a few words on the paper. He couldn't bear to look directly at it. Ye Tinglan saw it and said, "It's not ugly, but why your hand trembles slightly, and you can't hold the pen steadily. How can you write?" OK?"

Bai Li was about to cry, and said in his heart that I was nervous!

I was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer, but I saw Ye Tinglan's thin, white and beautiful hand gently leaning over, covering the back of his hand, holding his hand, and said: "The posture of holding the pen is not right either. You have to relax a bit, come on, what do you want to write, I will write it with you."

Bai Li felt his heart was going to explode, his eyes were fixed on Ye Tinglan's hand holding him, but his eyes wanted to run in the opposite direction, this posture was so fucking ambiguous!

Ye Tinglan was standing behind Bai Li. Because of this posture, his broad chest slightly embraced Bai Li, and Bai Li could clearly feel the heat of his chest from his back. If an elder taught a junior to write, he would only feel kind and loving. , but in Bai Li's mind, a hundred ghosts walk in the night, and there are all kinds of ghosts at random. At this time, he almost fainted with guilt.

Ye Tinglan didn't wait for his answer, and was a little puzzled. He poked his neck forward to look at Bai Li's face, and saw the young boy's face was as red as a crab out of a pot. He took it as embarrassment, and said with a light smile, "I didn't say anything. Sorry for your embarrassment, if you want to learn, I will teach you how to write."

Bai Li groaned, scratched his face in embarrassment, and said, "I don't usually write well, and I made adults laugh."

Ye Tinglan smiled and said, "What shall we write, should we write your poem?"

Bai Li took a deep breath, suppressed the turbulent emotions, and said: "This painting of plum blossoms grows in the ice and snow, that song is not suitable, let's change it."

Ye Tinglan asked with great interest, "What do you want?"

Bai Li: "There are a few plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone, knowing that it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance."

I knelt down again in my heart: "Don't blame the other king, everyone, I will only use one song, only for beauties, really!"

Ye Tinglan was stunned, and he repeated it softly, saying, "You did this?"

Bai Li shook his head quickly and said: "No, no, a gentleman taught me. I just thought Mr. Yu's painting is very suitable, so I said it casually. Is there anything wrong?"

Ye Tinglan smiled and said, "Excellent."

He held Bai Li's hand, picked up a brush and wrote these four lines of poems on the scroll. His handwriting was even more romantic, and Bai Li praised a few more words. After the last sentence fell, the warmth on the back of Bai Li's hand suddenly disappeared. There was even a little bit of regret in my heart.

I knew a long time ago that I could recite the Qilu.

Ye Tinglan spread out the scroll and waited for it to dry, and said: "This wish is fulfilled. I will ask Lao Ge to frame it and send it to your home in a few days. Do Mr. Bai Xiaolang have any other wishes?"

Bai Lixin said that he must not let go of this opportunity. He walked around the study, pointed to a guqin and said, "How about playing another piece?"

Ye Tinglan smiled and said, "Okay."

He agreed simply, Bai Li was about to fly happily, and immediately moved a stool to sit beside him, listening to Ye Tinglan playing the piano, and after listening to it, he realized that Ye Tinglan's fame in Xiqin was not only about paintings, Bai Li didn't know the rhythm, But he has also listened to many songs, many pieces, and listened to live concerts, but there is no concert, no piece of music that can make him so mesmerized and unable to extricate himself.

After one piece, Ye Tinglan lightly held down the strings and said, "Wangyou, can Mr. Bai Xiaolang still listen to it?"

Bai Li said intoxicatedly: "It's so wonderful, my lord, I think you should stop teaching me how to write, and teach me how to play the piano!"

Ye Tinglan thought for a while and said, "Alright, I won't be too busy these days. I'll be home after dinner. You can come and study for an hour."

"That's great, my lord, don't think I'm stupid, but think that my magic voice can fill your ears!"

Ye Tinglan tapped his forehead with his knuckles, and said: "Since you want to learn the piano from me, you will call me sir from now on."

Bai Li's forehead was soft, and he also felt the novelty, so he called out on the spot: "Sir?"

As soon as these two words came out, both of them were stunned.

Not my lord, not you, not... not just a cold title.

But sir, a word with a close relationship, two fluffy words, brought the relationship between them closer, as if two people who were not related to each other finally had a fetter and a relationship. For Li, his heart was pounding, but for Ye Tinglan, it was a long-lost warmth.

Ye Tinglan said, "Call me sir."

Bai Li's house is a servant except himself, the place is very spacious, even if a greenhouse is built, there is still a lot of open space, so Bai Li asked people to grow some melons, fruits and vegetables, raised chickens, ducks and geese, and sometimes bought The live fish was placed in Cheng Jiu's big tank—the lychee tree died away after completing its mission.

He picked an old hen to be slaughtered by the chef, stewed it with morel mushrooms, and specially ordered to add Gastrodia elata, and sent it to Dali Temple every afternoon by himself. This delivery lasted for more than half a month.

In the evening, he went to Ye Tinglan's place to learn the piano. Even he himself didn't expect that he was quite talented in rhythm, and with Ye Tinglan's careful teaching, the learning effect improved by leaps and bounds.

At the end of September, the weather became a bit cooler. Not long ago, Ye Tinglan went to the Northwest for a case to stay for a month, and he came back in early October. A little bit of injury, it is said that the case involved some vicious guys and encountered several assassinations.

Even though it was just a superficial wound, Bai Li's heart ached to death. He saw that he had spent a lot of money and used good supplements to take care of him for more than a month. Finally, he developed a pearl-like complexion. After a long meal, Bai Li went back to work the next day after returning home, and Bai Li felt like an old lady.

He took out a few fish maws from his collection, soaked them meticulously, and there was no fishy smell at all. Then he stewed the fish maw chicken, which was fresh and tonic. He carried it and sent it to Dali Temple.

The weather was gloomy, and there was a thin drizzle of rain on the way. The autumn rain was cold, and Bai Li didn't care about himself. He was afraid that the chicken would be cold, so he ran with his arms in his arms.

Everyone in Dali Temple knew this young master Bai, knowing that he came to deliver food to Master Ye every day, they greeted him familiarly, pointed in the direction, Bai Li thanked him and hurried away.

He heard someone talking at the door, and the words seemed to be quite excited. Bai Li listened carefully and recognized Dong Xiyu's voice. He brought food to Ye Tinglan and never shy away from his confidant, so he raised his hand habitually without thinking too much About to knock.

Before the knuckles touched the door frame, Dong Xiyu said excitedly: "But that person is as good as Long Yang, which is even more embarrassing!"

Bai Li paused, his heart ached, and then he heard Ye Tinglan's voice resounding: "That's right, how can there be such a person."

The autumn rain in October did not make Bai Li feel cold, but Ye Tinglan's light words made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and he was trapped in a bitter winter. In an instant, the drizzle turned into a torrential rain. any sound.

The door opened from the inside, and Dong Xiyu looked at Bai Li outside in surprise, and said, "Mr. Bai, why don't you come in?"

Ye Tinglan turned around when he heard the words, put down the file in his hand, walked over quickly, grabbed Bai Li and said with concern: "Why is it here at this time, oops, look at you, you are completely soaked, come in quickly and change your clothes. "

With a dazed expression, Bai Li handed over the jar of flower maw chicken in a daze, and said dully, "I...I stewed flower maw chicken, you can eat it while it's hot."

Ye Tinglan was annoyed and funny, and said, "Put the flower maw chicken there first, come and change quickly, or you'll catch a cold."

Bai Li felt that he had caught a cold, and it was cold from head to toe. This room was where Ye Tinglan often came to work, and he was familiar with it for a long time, but this time it felt very strange, and the air was so thin. It hurts so much that I can hardly breathe, the two people in front of me are also so strange, Ye Tinglan's face is still so beautiful, his eyes are so gentle, and the red official robe is bright and dazzling, but he feels that he does not seem to exist in reality, they are two People in different worlds are generally out of reach forever.

It will never enter his heart.

"No need, I have something to do at home." Bai Li turned his head and ran away after speaking. He couldn't bear it for a moment, and tears welled up in his eyes in the next second.

Ye Tinglan was startled by him, grabbed an umbrella at the door and rushed out, but the young man's footsteps were extremely fast, and he disappeared within two steps.

Ye Tinglan stomped angrily: "This kid is messing around again!"

The author has something to say: em...... today's comment also has a small red envelope, only for children who don't cry.

Bai Li: It's all because of the heavy rain, not my deaf ears.

Ye Tinglan: No, it's all because the author didn't let me get enlightened.

Author: I made a notice yesterday, there will be a small storm. . . .run away