On March 21, at about five o'clock in the morning, the east was white, and the moon and stars were scarce. It is already late spring, and Jinling City is looming.

Jia Huan walked back and forth in the cabin, sometimes pushing open the window of the ship and looking at Jinling from the window. When I went to Jiangxi, I passed by Jinling, and because I was in a hurry, I was affected by Mr. Longjiang's mood, and he didn't seem to feel anything.

At this time, his heart was fluctuating, and he couldn't wait to see her, Weiwei.

In the twelfth year of Yongzhi, the first acquaintance in Suzhou. The poem he recited on Taihu Lake: The young man in the green shirt is unrecognized. Acquaintance on the Chen family's big ship. She seemed like a fan of his brain.

I think of the chatter in Suzhou City in the light rain during the Qingming Festival. She chased him back to Jinling.

"I want to go back to Jinling, can't I?" The moving demeanor when he spoke, the bright face with an indescribable charm.

I remembered that during the Oiran Contest, on Mochou Lake, she was close. In front of everyone, sit beside him. The fragrant wind struck, and a pair of star-like bright eyes looked at him. Bright and beautiful.

Also, when he leaned close to her neck to speak, she was shy. The skin, neck, and ears are turning crimson. Beautiful for no reason.

Remember, she moved to live in his diagonal opposite door at Wuding Bridge and An Street. Remember, the beauty words he wrote to her: Creation may be intentional, this flower is not compared with the group of flowers.

remembered that when she traveled on the Qinhuai River together, she sang a tune to him alone: If you don't think about it, will there be no one else? The madness of the mad child!

remembered that he praised her as Da Tsing Yi, and recorded the words "If life is only as first seen" in the boat hall, I wanted to hear her voice: In the autumn of the twelfth year of Yongzhi, I rafted on the Qinhuai River with the United States. Try to fill in new compositions and listen to new songs.

Thinking of it, she asked him bluntly: Jia Lang is willing to redeem himself for me? , remembering that she was crying because of his silence, she turned away and dropped a sentence: Jia Huan, I will definitely let you remember me for the rest of your life.

Remember, the five-year covenant he gave. remembered that between returning north to the capital, he asked her to sail on the Qinhuai River again in winter: do something that we will never forget, this is called mood.

I think of the "Let's Swing the Sculls" and "Daughter's Love" that taught her to sing, her gentle tiredness, and the farewell of the Yangtze River in front of Jinling Wharf.

It's not just last night's wine that brings me to tears. What makes me reluctant is not only your tenderness. In that rainy city, I have never forgotten you!

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"Bang."

The hired boat docked at the pier outside Jinling City. It's dawn. Jinling, the bustling giant city and the southern capital of the dynasty, radiates great vitality.

"Hu Xiaosi, you deal with it, go back and wait for me at the residence in the martial arts workshop. Captain Zhang, you go to the post station and stay first. Jia Huan left two sentences and strode off the boat.

Jia Huan got off the boat impatiently, so that the boat boss and the guys who were dismounting the sails and holding the cable laughed: Lord Jia is in a hurry to meet Xianghao.

Hu Xiaosi took the silver to pay the ship's fare. Zhang Zongqi, who led the team, smiled solemnly, took three subordinates off the boat and went to the post station on his own.

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Jia Huan lived in Jinling for two years, and was very skilled in hiring small boats at the wharf to enter the city, going down the Qinhuai River, passing through Dagongfang, Fuxue, Wuding Bridge, Wende Bridge, Confucius Temple, and Jiangnan Gongyuan.

Located on the south bank of the Qinhuai River, the Jiaofang Division, the Old Courtyard, and the Zhu City are opposite the Gongyuan. In the streets, there are many buildings. Jia Huan abandoned the boat and landed on the shore, and went straight to Xiaomeng Pavilion, where he saw Jin's mother in charge of Xiaomeng Pavilion in a quiet small hall in the backyard.

In the morning, the magnificent, carved and painted Xiaomeng Pavilion is a little deserted. The spring sun shines through the paper windows on the tables and chairs, incense burners, calligraphy and paintings.

The round-faced pretty woman serving tea still stayed in the small hall and refused to leave. His eyes fell on Jia Huan's face, constantly patrolling: he was dressed in an aqua blue satin robe and wore a Tang scarf. The appearance is ordinary, the body is quite high, and there is a stunning demeanor of its own. This is the rumored Mr. Jia?

Jin's mother, in their forties, smiled a little exaggeratedly, clapped her hands and said, "Oh, Jia Tanhua, I don't want you to come to Jinling today!" It's a great event. Event. Weiwei also said that you will not return from Jiangxi until early April. ”

Jia Huan heard the wrong taste, interrupted her, and asked, "Weiwei is not in Jinling?" Although he was anxious, when he went to Jinling and Xiaomengge, he didn't make a big fuss.

Mother Jin sneered: "Weiwei went to Suzhou a few days ago. She had an apprentice who wanted to make a name for herself in Suzhou, and she followed her to help. I'll be back in a few days. ”

Jia Huan's eagerness was like being poured a basin of cold water: Weiwei was not in Jinling. He would have to wait another ten days or so before he could see her.

Jia Huan was silent, his face could not hide his disappointment. The melancholy and unspeakable emotions lingered in my heart. Still tired, he barely slept last night.

"I wrote a letter to Vivi and told her that I had arrived in Jinling. Lao Fujin's mother took it to Suzhou along the way. ”

Jia Huan wrote a letter on the spot, handed it to Jin's mother, said a few words, said a few words, left Xiaomeng Pavilion in a daze, and took a boat to the martial arts workshop. He didn't urge Weiwei to return immediately. It's just that he arrived in Jinling. She teaches singing in the Dawn Chamber. It's good to have your own "career", just wait a few more days in Jinling.

The light boat drove slowly in the Qinhuai River. The spring on both sides of the strait is splendid, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the willows are lush. Jiangnan is already in the twilight of spring.

Jia Huan sat in the boat, feeling a little depressed. Of course, you will be able to see the beautiful woman in about ten days. However, it was still difficult for him to hold back the melancholy in his heart. Jia Huan smiled helplessly, what a good thing!

Since he can't see Weiwei, Jia Huan's itinerary should be to go back to the ancestral house of Jiafu in Jinling first, meet the housekeeper and the clan elder, have a meal, and then go to see the mountain chief. There are also relatives and old people in Jinling City. However, Jia Huan wanted to go back to the martial arts workshop to take a look first. He saw the place in Jiangnan in his dream.

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The boat stopped at the Wuding Bridge, Jia Huan paid the fare, walked to the shore, and entered He'an Street. In the quiet bluestone street, a few pedestrians walked by.

The area around He'an Street has always been quiet.

"Third master? Yes... You're back in Jinling. After the old servant who guarded the door was surprised, he welcomed Jia Huan to his home, and then turned around and went to Rundefang to inform Jiafu.

Looking at the familiar grass and trees in the courtyard, Jia Huan reminisced about the past and felt a lot of emotion. Aunt Pei died here. This is also the place where his relationship with Sister Lin began.

And in the past two years, he has been unable to fulfill his promise to Sister Lin because of his evil to the Son of Heaven: to give marriage. Fortunately, Sister Lin only turned 14 years old on February 12 this year. He still has a few more years to plan. It's still hard, it's hard.

Jia Huan looked in the east wing. Daiyu's bedroom remained the same, and Su Shishi was still here to teach her to play the piano that day.

Thinking of Su Shishi, who has a faint fragrance, he seems to be able to see her beautiful and elegant jade face and her beautiful dancing. And here, on a rainy afternoon, she kissed him softly on the lips. This made Jia Huan's heart feel more melancholy and gloom because he didn't see Weiwei.

Here in Jinling, there are many, too many memories that will last a lifetime.

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Jia Huan came out of the east wing and heard a voice outside. Returning to the front yard, as soon as I got out of the main hall, I saw a beautiful and graceful woman walking in outside the door, dressed in white and snow. There was also a pretty maid behind him, shouting, "Miss, Miss, slow down." Slow down. ”

Jia Huan stood at the door of the main hall, on three steps, and looked at the woman in the courtyard in a daze, and didn't come back to her senses for a long time: Su Shishi. Since he and Sister Bao got married, the world's number one prostitute who has disappeared in Beijing for more than two years: Su Shishi!

Su Shishi didn't go any further, she stood fixedly, dressed in white, beautiful and graceful. In the intoxicating sunlight of this spring breeze, her shadow is like a jade girl, and the country is beautiful. Clear and intoxicating beautiful eyes looked at Jia Huan blankly.

For a while, there were thousands of words, and I didn't know how to tell them.

She heard the maid Dan'er come back and say: Jia Huan is back. She hurried over to take a look. And now, she confirmed that it was really Jia Huan who had returned to Jinling.

Su Shishi smiled, and tears rolled down unintentionally, like a pearl with a broken thread. She turned and walked away. The summer of the twelfth year of Yongzhi.

Goodbye Su Shishi, in Jia Huan's heart, it was like a lightning bolt, piercing the dark cloud of gloomy, sadness, and melancholy. Just like between the mountains and forests, there are clear springs flowing out, and there are yellow orioles singing crisp and cheerful songs on the branches.

All the negativity is swept away. And tiredness. He suddenly understood what surprise Vivi had said in her letter! It's her. Su Shishi has always been in Jinling. Moreover, there is a connection with Vivi.

Jia Huan shouted: "Shishi, don't go!" ”

In the summer of the twelfth year of Yongzhi, he watched Su Shishi leave his study with mixed feelings. In the twilight of the fifteenth year of Yongzhi, Luoying was colorful, how could he watch her leave again?