The misty spring rain is like a wonderful pen, which paints the Loutai Palace of the Hibiscus Garden with a new color like light ink. The microwave of the Qujiang pond ripples like a clear smoke, and the willows on the embankment are like beautiful women dancing.

Qujiang Pond, Hibiscus Garden, enjoy the flowers in spring, watch the weeping willows in summer, enjoy the bright moon in autumn nights, taste the snow and clear in winter, and the beautiful scenery is intoxicating all year round.

The sea bass in the pond is even more delicious. In the Tang recipe that never gets tired of eating, "Southern Fish and Northern Sheep" is the most precious, and the eating rules of fish are the most particular, in addition to the common frying, steaming, grilling, and boiling, but also eating sashimi. Bai Juyi has a poem "Fish mustard sauce tune, water anflower salt soy sauce", which is used to describe cutting the fish into silk and then dipping it in mustard to eat. In the court dishes of the Tang Dynasty, the shredded fish is also an important famous dish, and the chef is required to hold two knives in his hand to perform live during the banquet, "silently falling snow", and the fish fillet should be cut as thin as snowflakes, and the exquisite skill and proficiency are breathtaking.

The fresh fish in Guanzhong and Liangjing is not as prolific as the southern water towns, and it is naturally more precious. There are a lot of perch in the royal garden of Qujiang Pond, but fishermen are not allowed to come to fish, only occasionally one or two people can be seen with fishing rods to Qujiang Pond for fishing.

Of course, absolutely not civilians.

In the drizzle, Xue Shao was holding an oil-paper umbrella, holding a green bamboo fishing rod and carrying a horse (small low stool), and the herringbone clogs under his feet clattered and clattered on the stone bridge.

Listening to the sound of clogs, Xue Shao couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Many things that originally belonged to the Tang Dynasty, such as horizontal swords, kimonos, architecture, writing, sashimi, and even the establishment of the three provinces and six departments, including this kind of herringbone clogs, have been transmitted to Japan and have been studied and imitated by them and preserved intact. In our land of China, it is rare, and even forgotten by most people. So much so that some people saw the appearance of a Tang lady dressed up with appliqués, red lips, clogs, and combed fairy buns, and thought that they were imitating the Japanese.

Xue Shao shook his head and smiled, we are always good at castrating and forgetting our traditional culture, and at the same time, we will appreciate what others have learned from us as exotic essences.

It's ironic and frustrating.

The demon was wearing a big hat, like a chopstick, holding a tea bowl, with a pair of bare feet, holding a shoe in her left hand, and a small wooden tube in her right hand, walking in front of Xue Shao, jumping and jumping, reciting a poem by Bai Juyi in her childish clean voice - "Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is old and familiar." The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan? ”

Xue Shao chuckled, the demon is from Jiangnan, so I taught her this poem. Plagiarism that is not for the purpose of fame and profit should not be particularly vulgar!

Through the misty drizzle, Xue Shao saw that there were two figures at the corner where the front end of the stone bridge met the willow embankment. A burly, tall man stood in a cloak with an umbrella; The other was dressed in a gray cloth shirt and squatted under an umbrella, with a green bamboo pole in front of him lying across the water.

Xue Shao smiled slightly, the half-hung god stick finally did a reliable thing, and today Pei Xingjian really came here to fish.

The demon walked happily in front, Xue Shao walked slowly and calmly, the thin figure of the demon was a little blurred, only to see a big hat that did not fit her figure, and heard her reciting the poem repeatedly.

Xue Shao told her that the scenery of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River described in this poem. So, the demon who grew up on the shore of Dongting Lake has always talked about it.

You'er walked to the end of the stone bridge and stopped waiting for Xue Shao, and the two of them turned their heads to look at her. The squatting one stood up and said to the demon, "Little girl, did you write this poem?" ”

The voice is slightly old, but transparent and majestic.

The demon raised her hand and pointed at Xue Shao, "It was the fairy brother who taught me!" ”

"Immortals?" Both of them looked at Xue Shao.

Xue Shao walked over slowly with an umbrella, "Demon, don't be rude." ”

"Oh!" You'er hurriedly put down the shoes and small wooden barrel in his hand, took off the hat, and bowed to the two people under the bridge, "Back to the elder, this poem was taught to me by my fairy brother!" ”

"Hehe, what a well-behaved little girl!" Both men under the bridge laughed.

Xue Shao walked closer, and the two people under the bridge looked at him. Xue Shao held something in both hands, nodded with a smile, and said hello.

First time meeting, nodding acquaintance. Neither flattering nor rude, just right.

Both of them under the bridge also nodded in return.

Xue Shao saw that the tall man in the lily robe was a young man in his twenties, his appearance was not amazing, he was quiet to the point of woodenness, and the hanging on his waist was not a rich and glamorous scholarly sword, but an old horizontal knife with a brown wooden sheath and a linen cloth handle.

This knife is just like his people, simple and simple, but it is definitely a quick knife that kills people and drinks blood.

His temperament made Xue Shao feel déjà vu and reminded him of his former comrades-in-arms in the special forces.

The old man under the umbrella, with gray hair and gray beard, was smiling, wearing a gray cloth coat with rough and curly edges, and a pair of straw shoes with ears stained with a lot of river mud under his feet. However, no one with the slightest discernment would regard him as an old man from a commoner family. In the words of later generations, the old man in front of him is "a talented and heroic, awe-inspiring and heroic". Even if he stood in the midst of a group of people who were taller and stronger than him, he would surely stand out from the crowd with his extraordinary bearing.

The hero of the Confucian general, Pei Xingjian.

Xue Shao walked across the embankment with clogs, stopped about 20 meters away from Pei Xingjian, chose a large stone and sat down on Ma Za, put on the bait, threw the hook, and began fishing. The demon put the small bucket beside Xue Shao, and curiously poked the earthworm in the small tile urn with a branch to play, and let out a few squeaky laughter from time to time.

Pei Xingjian and the young man returned to their previous posture, standing and squatting quietly fishing, like two stone statues on the bank of the river, blending in with the surrounding environment.

Fishing is a job that requires a lot of patience, and people who can't hold their breath will definitely not like it.

Xue Shao has always been calm, and Pei Xingjian is obviously too.

The lively and active demon child obviously has no interest in fishing, and after playing with earthworms for a while, she goes barefoot to the river to step on the mud. Xue Shao instructed her a few times to be careful not to fall into the water, and the demon squeaked and laughed, while chanting "Sunrise River Flowers Red Wins Fire", while playing towards Pei Xingjian.

Xue Shao smiled slightly, Pei Xingjian should like the demon, at least he won't blow her away. Pei Xingjian's wife and children all passed away in their early years, and the current wife is a continuation of the string, and the sons born are still very young.

He used to have daughters, but now he doesn't.

The demon carried his trousers and stepped on the mud to play with Pei Xingjian, and looked at Pei Xingjian with a smile.

Pei Xingjian held a fishing rod in his hand, turned his head and looked at the demon with a smile.

"Old man, you remind me of my grandfather!" You'er grinned, "He's as old as you, his beard is long and grayish, and the skin on his face is wrinkled, and he always smiles." ”

"Oh, really?" Pei Xingjian stroked his beard and smiled, "What about your grandfather and others?" ”

"He died two years ago!"

The young man beside Pei Xingjian's expression froze, and then smiled bitterly. Pei Xingjian laughed harly, "Oh, it seems that my bad old man won't live long!" ”

The demon walked up to Pei Xingjian with a grin, looked down at his fish bucket, and squeaked and laughed, "Is this a perch?" What a little one! ”

"Is it small?" Pei Xingjian said with a smile, "This has a chopstick grown, which is considered big!" ”

"It's too small." You'er spread out her arms and said seriously, "Our fishermen there often catch such big and big fish!" ”

"Ha Luha, really?" Pei Xingjian laughed again, his laughter was hearty and vigorous, "Little girl, where are you from?" ”

"I'm from Yuezhou." The demon smiled and said, "We have eight hundred miles of Yunmengze there, and there are a lot of big fish in it!" ”

"Oh, that's no wonder." Pei Xingjian nodded with a smile, his love was overflowing, and he said, "Is the poem you chanted just now recalling Jiangnan, it's very good!" ”

"Of course. Brother Fairy taught me! The demon's eyebrows fluttered, and she was extremely proud.

Pei Xingjian laughed twice, "Do you know how to compose poems yourself?" ”

"No, I'll just recite it." You'er shook her head, "I can memorize many, many books!" ”

"Then can you memorize a little bit and tell me about it?" Pei Xingjian smiled, "If you can carry it well, I will buy you candy to eat." ”

"I have it!" After saying that, the demon took out a small paper bag from his coat pocket, took out a few orange sesame pine nuts, cocked his orchid fingers and picked up one with two fingers, and said with a smile, "Sister Yuenu bought it for me, it's delicious!" ”

"Ho-ho, you still have pine nut candy with you!" Pei Xingjian smiled even happier.

"I'll give you food, can you endorse it for me?" The demon smiled and handed it forward.

The young man stepped forward and stretched out his hand to stop him, Pei Xingjian glanced at him, and the young man hurriedly retreated, standing with low eyebrows and obedient eyes as if he had never moved.

"Well, my old man hasn't eaten candy in years!" Pei Xingjian stretched out his mouth with a smile and swallowed the sesame pine nut candy in one gulp.

"Giggles!" The demon laughed, "Your saliva has gotten all over my hands!" ”

"Hahaha!" Pei Xingjian laughed loudly, and exaggeratedly bit the candy bar hard, "It's delicious, it's delicious!" ”

Xue Shao watched quietly not far away, and couldn't help but smile slightly, who would have imagined that the old man in front of him, who was greedily biting candy on the little girl's mouth, was a Confucian general with white bones in his sleeves?

"You've eaten my candy, you want to endorse me!" The demon on the other side was talking.

"Okay!" Pei Xingjian patted his leg and laughed, "Then how about I recite a few Analects to you?" ”

"What's so strange about the Analects, I can memorize them all when I am eight years old!" The demon took a sesame pine nut candy and put it in her mouth, sucking her fingers and smacking her mouth, "Learn and learn it, isn't it sugary?" Have friends come from afar, isn't it sugary? ”

"What, isn't it sugary?" Pei Xingjian was stunned and funny.

"I don't understand this!" You'er was like an old doctor in the academy, raising his fingers and explaining seriously, "I'm the happiest when I eat sugar, so it's called - sugar candy!" ”.

[There is a collection of books to write, and there are red tickets after reading, which is not sugary! ] ^_^】