Do you know,

How I would like to be the red medicine beside the bridge, living for you every year.

? ——Liu Yan

1

Beside the Chilan Bridge, the sound of flutes came to my ears, ethereal and distant, with a hint of music in the music. The sound of sadness is embedded in my soft heart.

So I lifted my skirt and looked out the window at the source of the music.

A man in a green shirt, holding a flute, stands with his hands behind his back, his back is as graceful and calm as freehand flowing clouds.

I remember him, with a trace of sadness in his eyebrows. That day, it was misty and rainy, and peach blossoms were falling one after another. He rode a white horse and leisurely crossed Chilan Bridge alone. His clothes were wet, adding to his desolation.

I took off the acacia wood beside the desk and closed my eyes slightly. For a long time, a few soft sounds came out, and then the moonlight continued like the moonlight after the rain stopped and the clouds opened, matching the quiet sound of his flute.

The song is over. I slowly raised my eyes, and he also changed his gaze at the same time, staring at me with a pair of clear eyes. When I saw his eyes changing from wonder to joy, I knew that there was a certain emotion gushing out from my heart.

In Jiangling Pavilion. I was wearing a crimson silk shirt, my black hair was in a high bun, with red stamens dotted between my eyebrows, my silver fork was dangling, and I was playing and singing "Neon Clothes". When the last few soft notes floated out, a clear male voice came out

"Okay! Hefei is a remote place, and the music is difficult to listen to. This music is rare!"

As soon as I looked up, I saw a man standing outside the gauze with a smile on his face. He was as handsome as jade.

I was so happy that it was him.

The moonlight is gradually spreading, and the early spring night is cooler. There are newly folded peach blossoms inserted in the white glazed Jun kiln goblet, and the dew is condensed on the white petals. I put on a pure white Yunshui Xiaoxiang skirt, picked up a turquoise stone pot, filled with this year's newly brewed cherry wine, and walked slowly outside.

"Little girl Liu Yan, do you dare to ask the young master's name?" I lowered my eyes shyly, not daring to raise my head to take a closer look at that handsome face.

"I'm rude, I was just reciting the song and forgot to tell my name!" He quickly wrote a poem to express his apology, and then continued, "My name is Jiang Kui. I live in Bianshan, Huzhou. I have traveled here. Fortunately, I am a friend." As a neighbor, I made a special appointment to visit Chaohu. "

"But the 'Baishi Taoist' who lives in Baishi Cave, Tiaoxi, Bianshan?" I was slightly surprised, but it seemed to be expected after thinking about it. My sister had inquired earlier and found out that this person was a close friend of Fan Zhongne, from Huzhou. Someone with such magnanimity must be the scholar who lived in Baishi.

"How dare you call me this when you are teasing a friend!"

"What's wrong with this? Yan Yan has long heard of the young master's reputation: Jiang Kui, a Taoist from Baishi, is a free and unrestrained man. His character in calligraphy and calligraphy is very similar to that of the Wei and Jin Dynasties; he is meticulous in writing and resembles the famous poet Lu Guimeng of the Tang Dynasty; he is so versed in rituals and music that even the great scholar Zhu Xi was impressed."

He is smiling after all! , not trying to shirk it, the corner of his pretty mouth raised a slight arc.

I was a little lost, but I immediately returned to normal.

It is extremely easy for a singer who has been among men all year round to conceal her emotions.

I filled the wine glass in my hand and handed it to the man in front of me: "Would you like to listen to Yanyan's new song?"

"It's an honor." He closed his eyes slightly and expressed appreciation. appearance.

I picked up the pipa in the pavilion and played it a few times.

A few soft sounds floated out, and after a while it was like the continuous gurgling of spring water, like the sound of nature.

Two

The dawn in the empty city blows into the weeping poplar road. Immediately, I was wearing a cold undress, and I saw all the light yellow and green. They were all old acquaintances from the south of the Yangtze River. It is quiet now, and the food will be cold again in the Ming Dynasty. Forced to bring wine to Xiaoqiao's house. I'm afraid that the pear blossoms will all fall into autumn colors, and the swallows will fly in, asking where spring is? Only the pond becomes green.

This is the "Light Yellow Willow" he gave me.

At that time, it was warm and then cold in early spring.

Afraid of being lonely at home, Baishi portable wine and I walked along the Jindou River.

There are many shops on both sides of the river, restaurants on the banks, pavilions under the water, music and music every day, and orchestras every night. I think it will always be more lively than the Qiaoxi Alley.

At that time, there were many willows beside the bridge. When they came back to the bridge, many tourists were breaking willows to see each other off. There were also literati who wrote farewell poems to their friends by the bridge.

Shiraishi also got excited and wrote a poem for me, which was "Light Yellow Willow".

I teased him: "People usually write poems to express their sorrow before leaving, but you insist on rushing to write and send me a token of affection. Are you afraid of being scolded by others!?"

< p> But he stared at me tenderly with a pair of clear eyes, and hugged my waist tightly with his hands: "This is a love affair between us, who cares about others!"

I blushed. His face was sullen, but he was extremely happy in his heart. This was the first time he had admitted the feelings between us so seriously.

I took the scroll in his hand and asked softly in his ear: "Shiraishi, do you have a wife?"

Time seemed to have stopped, and I seemed to hear something. The sound of his own rapid breathing.

Suddenly, his hand holding me loosened slightly, nodded, and said, "I do.

"

I bit my lip and my eyes were a little sad. I should know how such an elegant and refined man could not have a wife.

He saw my loss, like It was like making a promise, saying, "She is the niece of my long-lost friend. Brother Xiao is kind to me, so I must marry her." But I don't love her. In my heart, there is always only you. ”

His eyes stared at me with determination.

I nodded slightly, but my heartstrings were still touched.

That’s all, as long as you It's good to have me in your heart.

Three

Actually, the first time I met Shiraishi was not in the spring of a year ago.

It happened on October 1. Five years ago, in the third year of Chunxi's reign, it was snowing in Yangzhou.

At that time, the Jin army invaded the south and the Jianghuai army was defeated. After the war, the city of Yangzhou was desolate and desolate, and it was ten miles long. On the street, there are only shepherds and wheat, and the houses are gone.

On the winter solstice,

Two girls in shabby clothes are leaning against each other under the remaining big tree. The older one is about ten. Years old, the youngest is only five or six years old.

“Sister, I am so cold, hungry and cold. "The little girl cried out in a sweet voice.

The older girl held her sister tightly in her arms and coaxed her, "If you bear with it a little longer, tomorrow my sister will take care of my mother-in-law. If you sell the embroidery, you will have something to eat. "

After saying that, she opened the package in her arms with trembling hands, revealing a pair of yellowed embroidery. Tears fell down involuntarily. This was the only thing left by her mother to miss her. Ah.

"It's so late, why are you still here? "

Her thoughts were interrupted by a clear male voice, and her sister looked for the voice. A thin scholar dismounted from his horse and was looking at them with frowning eyes. Then, he turned around and took down a white jade flute from his horse. and a bag of dry food, and walked towards them.

"I am also penniless. The most valuable thing is this jade flute. If you need it urgently, you can pawn it." He gently put the jade flute, which was still slightly warm, into her hand. "Don't worry, I still have friends who can help." ”

After finishing speaking, he stood up and left, wearing a green shirt fluttering in the wind like a flag.

Later, she heard that a beautiful poem came out of Yangzhou City during the winter solstice. Every family competes to sing the poem, and the name is: Yangzhou Slow

On the solstice of Chunxi Bingshen, I passed by Weiyang. The snow started to fall at night, and I looked around the city in depression, and the cold water turned blue. , the dusk gradually rises, and the garrison sings sadly; the old man Qianyan feels sad about the past and present.

The famous capital of Huaizuo is a good place in Zhuxi. , Xie An Shao was stationed at the beginning of the journey.

After ten miles of spring breeze, all the shepherds and wheat were green.

After Hu Ma went to the river, the trees in the abandoned pond were still tired of talking about soldiers. p>

It is getting dusk, the cold is blowing, and everyone is in the empty city.

Du Lang Junshang, it is so serious now.

The poet is in the brothel. The dream is good, but it is difficult to express deep feelings.

The twenty-four bridges are still there, and the heart is wandering, and the cold moon is silent.

I read the red medicine beside the bridge, and I know who I was born for every year. /p>

From then on, no matter how sad she was, she could not escape the love net he cast.

Four

In the second year of Shaoxi, it was spring. Chang Yingfei.

I couldn't hide my joy when I took the scroll from Fan's servant, and hurriedly opened it.

I caught the eye of the three handsome and tall handwritings: Manjianghong

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I read it carefully:

When the fairy came, I saw thousands of hectares of green mountains, flags and clouds were flying down, and dragons were riding on the mountain in front of me as promised. Yoke, follow Zhu Diyu as a crown. In the deep night, the wind is quiet, and I hear the magic place. I lay it on the right side of Huai River, and send six thunder and lightning to the east gate. If I don't have a good hand, I can't help but know that I am in the small red building.

Bai Shi asked me to compose a poem for him. I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to change the music from oblique to flat in order to achieve harmonious rhythm. I couldn't help but be moved by Baishi's thoughtfulness.

I also thought that once this music score was published, I would be afraid that this area of ??Chaohu would be troubled. All the faithful men and women used it as a pillar to welcome and send off the Divine Comedy.

I gently laid the scroll on the desk and was about to go to the cabinet to get the pipa when the old mother in the building hurried away. Come,

"Yanyan, there is a girl looking for you and she insists on breaking in. You are so aggressive. Did you offend the daughter of some official family? "

"Looking for me? "I was a little surprised. I couldn't remember which girl I had been dating recently.

I left the embroidery pavilion and was about to ask which girl it was when I saw a stumbling figure rushing towards me.

The woman in front of me is wearing a blue shirt. Although she is not a beauty, her clear eyes make her look elegant and refined.

I don’t know the purpose of her visit, and I am about to ask. , but she took the lead

"You are the most famous singing girl in Hefei, Liu Yanyan. Her eyes were a little cold. "It's better to see than to hear. With such a figure, no wonder my husband is so obsessed with you!" "

Husband? My heart froze. Could it be Bai Shi's wife?

"Based on your thinking, you should have guessed that I am Bai Shi's wife, Mrs. Xiao.

"

My heart tightened. Isn't it true that if you don't seek status and follow you, you can't get peace and quiet?

"I said it bluntly. You have to know that Jiang Lang's current life depends entirely on my brother, the Xiao family. Even for his official career, our Xiao family can buy an official position for him. And you are just a singing prostitute with some talent, while he is the world-famous Taoist Baishi. There is a clear difference between you and him. Not to mention that you can't help him, following him in your capacity will only bring shame to him. Jiang Lang is so talented, don't let him be ignored and ridiculed because of you. If you have any true feelings for him, leave before he comes back from Chaohu and don't delay him! "As she said that, she took out a small package from her arms and handed it to me, her eyes gradually softened. "This is compensation for you. Although it is not much, it is all my belongings, which is enough for you to live in." "

This stubborn woman raised her head, with a sadness that could not be concealed between her eyebrows.

"He has been wandering for half his life, give him some stability. ”

I feel pity,

I didn’t know that Baishi was unable to make a living and had to travel around.

Baishi, Baishi. I went crazy in my heart over and over again. Reciting this name silently.

Looking at the long gone blue shirt fluttering in the wind, I pressed my fingers hard, and unknowingly, the brocade handkerchief wrapped in jewelry left a few traces of sweat.

Five

I listened to the sound of raindrops on the eaves alone and watched the lake water flowing slowly by the Chilan Bridge; the refracted moon shadow exuded a soft light, my My eyes were filled with mist.

I handed the box containing the white jade flute and the music score of "Man Jiang Hong" to Fan Zhongne's servant, and returned them to their original owners. I sighed and left quietly.

Baishi, I know that you are sad and confused, and you have ambitions.

Baishi, I suddenly left you. There will be no more days after this

My sister and I returned to our hometown and lived a life of small bridges and flowing water until we grew old.

But, I don’t know, that thin scholar. As a commoner, I have tasted the bitter fruit of lovesickness for almost a lifetime.

Later, people often recited "Jiangmei Yin" to express their lovesickness after parting. Don't miss me, I hold you in my hand through the small window. I can't find a place in my dream tonight. I'm wandering in the cold. I don't know yet. The title is covered with wet red ink, and there are no wild geese flying in the alley. The road is empty, the old trees are dimly lit, the boat is full of worries. After the song is finished, the spring grass of Huainan is full of luxuriant leaves, and the clothes are stained with tears.