Peerless luthier

Although it is not early summer, the day after the rain is surprisingly comfortable.

The usually glaring and scorching sun has changed to the appearance of an early summer morning. The light feels gentle and gentle, like a mother's smile.

Zhong Yi packed a lot of food early, such as sweet-scented osmanthus cake, hibiscus dessert, Jingxin crispy black jade roll... Thinking of their soft, glutinous, fragrant and sweet taste, Zhong Yi's mouth is watering!

When Zhong Yi went out, Hua Tian was still sound asleep. He stroked its fur, but it woke up immediately, and Mimi acted like a baby.

He heard Ah Li urging him.

Zhong Yi patted its head: "I'm leaving."

It still rubbed against Zhong Yi's leg affectionately.

Finally, looking at its bright round eyes, Zhong Yi's heart softened.

Get into the carriage, Dad is drinking tea.He pointed at Zhong Yi's backpack in surprise: "Why did you bring the flower field?"

Half of Huatian's body was in the backpack, squinting his eyes and resting comfortably on Zhongyi's shoulder at this time, with his cat face obediently next to Zhongyi's neck.

Zhong Yi pleaded: "It also wants to go."

Ah Li was fiddling with the tea set, looked up and said, "Father, let him take it, the flower field is also very interesting."

Daddy smiled, stretched out his white hand and touched Huatian's head: "It is indeed a cute little thing."

Hanada opened her squinted eyes a little, and licked her father's hand flatteringly.

The driver of the horse was named Ma, so Zhong Yi could easily remember his name.

Zhong Yi lifted the curtain of the car and shouted to the middle-aged uncle who was chatting with the servant at the door: "Uncle Ma, let's go."

Uncle Ma turned around quickly, said goodbye to the chatter, and said with a smile, "Here we come."

Soon, the carriage drove smoothly and marched towards the agreed Fuyun Mountain.

There were quite a few people going along the way, and when they reached the foot of the mountain, Dad told Uncle Ma to come and pick them up in the evening.

The fine dust kicked up by the wheels of the carriage quickly fell to the ground. People in twos and threes traveled together. With the blue sky, green grass and green trees all over the mountains and plains, and the occasional warm wind blowing by, it didn't look bad.

Zhong Yi stretched her waist, and walked around in circles comfortably.

Dad looked at Zhong Yi's appearance, smiled and shook his head.

After a while, a man dressed as a servant came up, and he bowed his hands to his father: "May I ask if it is Zhong Han, the bell player?" Dad nodded and smiled slightly: "Exactly."

The man said: "The younger one is a servant of the Wang Yuanwai's mansion. The master and the young master came early and went up the mountain first, so I asked the younger one to stay and let me know. We will meet at the gazebo on the mountainside instead. Please forgive me."

Dad turned around and smiled at Zhong Xiaoyi and Ah Li: "It's because we are late and have been waiting for a long time."

The man said: "Does the carillonist want to go up the mountain? The little one will help you get things."

Dad heard this, and laughed: "That's not necessary." Looking back at Zhong Xiaoyi and Ah Li who were standing on the grass and looking around, "We are leaving, Ah Li, Xiaoyi is leaving."

So the father and son formed a threesome, feeling uncomfortable on the way up the mountain.

Along the way, Dad told them many famous poems, and even some poets came to Fuyun Mountain!

Zhong Yi felt that it was a great feeling to be in close contact with celebrities, but why couldn't she write such good poems when she saw the same scenery as them?

Zhong Li weaves a garland from the gorgeous flowers blooming on the roadside.

Zhong Xiaoyi put it on her head excitedly, and when the wind blows, she can even smell the aroma of fresh flowers and plants.

"Ah Li, how about making one for Huatian as well?"

"What's so hard about it."

Zhong Yi watched helplessly as he weaved the long green grass and wild flowers that grew randomly by the roadside into another garland.

Zhong Yi also painted a ladle according to the gourd, and the result...

"Xiaoyi, hurry up, we'll be at the gazebo soon." Daddy was waving to Zhongyi.

Zhong Yi threw away the messy garland that Zhong Yi made up, and followed, but happened to meet Ah Li's playful eyes.

He leaned close to Zhong Yi's ear and whispered, "Do you want me to teach you?" "No."

"Really don't want to learn?"

"Do not want to."

"If you don't learn, don't learn." He made a pity look.

"..."

Ah Li left Zhong Yi's side, he took big steps, and caught up with his father in no time.

In fact, he wants to learn...

Why didn't Ali ask a few more questions?

A little annoyed, he followed behind his father.

When we arrived at the pavilion on the mountainside, we saw Wang Yuanwai and his son Wang Sanyin.

They drank tea at the stone table in the gazebo.

The kind-looking Wang He is the same age as Zhong Han. Compared with Zhong Han's handsome, Wang He is more heroic. He is Zhong Han's classmate and now lives in Andu, but the two families are far away.

Zhong Yi looked at Wang Sanyin curiously, he looked cold.

Dad bowed his hands to him: "You are late."

Wang He got up and said, "Where, we just arrived, sit down."

Daddy motioned to sit at the stone table, Ah Li and Zhong Yi performed the etiquette and sat down next to Daddy.

Wang He and Zhong Han were chatting, and probably won't climb the mountain for a while.

Zhong Yi released Hua Tian from the backpack, hugged her in her arms and stroked it repeatedly.

Looking at Ah Li, he found that he was fugue.

Zhong Yi looked at Wang Sanyin, who was looking at the scenery down the mountain, his handsome profile looked very elegant.

Maybe it's because Zhong Yi's eyes are burning every time he looks at someone?

He quickly looked away at Zhong Yi like Lord Han, but he didn't smile.

"..."

"..."

Looking at each other without saying a word, Zhong Yi lowered his head and petted the cat.

After that, they continued to climb the mountain. Zhong Yi, who was so tired, held Ah Li's hand and moved up step by step. After a while, the heat of the sun's rays slowly rose, and the palms holding hands with Ah Li were moist.

Ah Li laughed at Zhong Yi: "Xiao Yi, you are really useless."

Zhong Yi was out of breath, unable to speak at all, and handed him the backpack and the flower field directly.

Ah Li took it and carried it on his back.

Zhong Han and Wang He talked and laughed happily as they walked, in a relaxed manner.

For the rest of the journey, Ah Li dragged Zhong Xiaoyi along. When they reached the top of the mountain, Zhong Xiaoyi sat down on the ground and lay carelessly on the grass.

Ah Li shook his head helplessly, sitting next to him with a rare mountain breeze blowing.

After taking a breath, it was already noon, Dad and Wang He arranged lunch, and the two servants were also busy.

strangeness?What about Wang Sanyin?He still wants to learn from him—although his classmates who are one or two years older than him feel cold to him.

Ah Li jokingly watched Zhong Yi look around: "You're still learning from others, and you haven't even seen his shadow."

Zhong Yi: "...you know?"

Ah Li smiled, pointing to Zhong Yi's left: "Isn't that?"

Zhong Yi hurriedly looked to the left, and saw Wang Sanyin lying lazily on the lawn not far away, the sunlight fell on his purple satin robe, reflecting light.

Zhong Yi said: "Forget it, he seems to be resting, I won't bother him anymore."

After a break, lunch begins.

There are artificially built stone tables and pavilions on the top of the mountain. They chose a place with a good view to eat together. The dishes are simple, but they have a special flavor at this time.

The mountain breeze is blowing gently, the sun is shining brightly, and there are occasional crisp birdsong among the green trees and red flowers, which is very comfortable.

At the dinner table, Wang He told a lot of interesting anecdotes about the world, and they listened with gusto. Dad talked about the history of literati, and they sighed together, which was very interesting.

It was easy to go down the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, Uncle Ma had arrived. The setting sun was falling on the beautiful mountain. Zhong Yi looked back and couldn't help standing and admiring it.

Wang He said goodbye to his father, Ah Li pushed Zhong Yi: "Uncle Wang called you."

Zhong Yi ran over in a daze.

Wang He said: "Xiaoyi, the selection of luthiers will be held in ten days, right?"

Zhong Yi nodded when she heard the words: "There are still thirteen days."

Wang He smiled and said, "Uncle Wang will visit you when the time comes, okay?"

Zhong Yi suddenly remembered that Wang Yuanwai was indeed this year's specially invited examiner—how could he be implying himself? !

Zhong Yi immediately raised his head and looked at him brightly: "Okay, okay." Wang He saw through his careful thoughts at a glance, laughed, and raised his index finger to shake in front of Zhong Yi: "Little thing, I don't Will help you cheat."

Zhong Yi was instantly lost.

Dad and Wang He talked again, got into a purple silk carriage, and left in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Dad touched Zhong Yi's head: "Let's go too."

After getting into the carriage, Zhong Yi hugged the flower field and leaned on Ah Li's shoulder, watching the farther and farther mountains through the car window, feeling a sense of satisfaction and exhaustion slowly.

Hua Tian was snoring in his arms, and after a while, Zhong Yi also fell asleep.

Zhong Han looked at Zhong Xiaoyi's sleepy appearance, and said softly: "It seems that Xiaoyi is tired." Zhong Li turned his head and looked at Zhong Xiaoyi's sleeping face, his curly long eyelashes trembled slightly, water red The lips were pursed unconsciously, and the round face had not yet opened, looking soft and lovely in the sunlight half through the window.

Zhong Li felt that his heart suddenly became peaceful.