Tang Xiaoxiao spent the whole afternoon in the study.

Fortunately, the painting skills are not unfamiliar, and with the best brush, ink, paper and inkstone, and a serious daughter's attitude, it is not difficult to draw a good painting.

A pot of molan, a pot of wine, a pair of wine glasses, and a branch of early peaches and willow trees be explored outside the window of the moon cave behind, as well as a small white butterfly flying in the distance.

Tang Xiaoxiao is best at making fine brushwork in sketching. She always believes that poetic people are suitable for freehand paintings. The so-called poetry in paintings and painting in poetry requires the setting of artistic conception. But she is really lacking in these aspects.

So, over the years, I have been painting with a realistic attitude, so a friend who painted teased her: You might as well change your career to take a photography job.

However, today, this kind of painting skills is needed. I found the wine pot and wine glass that my parents used to drink, and then asked the big girl named Huahua to find out the appearance of the window in her parents' room when she was in Suzhou, and then took the pen and painted with confidence.

It is not entirely realistic, it only records the real molan, wine utensils and moon cave windows in a camera-like way, while others are mainly imagination, with flowers and branches full of dreams, and adorns a few small butterflies to make the picture vivid.

Without painting characters, it is enough to have such emotions, such things and scenes.

Often, when we miss someone many years ago, we rarely recall his face clearly. The most common ones are the fragmentary memories of being with him: the light and shadow of street lights late at night, the fine raindrops in a morning, the long shots in a movie, the trembling endings in an old song, the friendly taste of a bowl of tomato and egg noodles, the sound of waves that are endless at night...

I just collected the early spring of those years and took a piece of it for my father to show it.

Just find the exact entry point, a piece of debris is enough to make people feel pain and awake.

The vernal equinox gathering in my mother's mouth is particularly like what is said in a poem:

In a spring banquet, a cup of green wine is singed. I will pay homage to Chen Sanyou: one wishes for the man to be a thousand years old, two wishes for the man to be healthy, three wishes are like swallows on the beam, meeting each other every year.

Because the Yuan Dynasty, which was the official history before the Yuan Long Dynasty, it was all official history. It is not difficult for my father to see that this is the "Spring Banquet of the Long Life Girl" by Feng Yansi, a poet of the Five Dynasties.

At the spring banquet, the couple gave their wishes and said it in the tone of their wife, which was indeed very appropriate.

But somehow, Tang Xiaoxiao didn't like this poem.

Perhaps it is because of modern women that I always feel that the woman in the poem is quite low. What if I look at it from the perspective of my father? I should think that I have married a good wife, acted with her and lived together until old age, so good that I can't be better.

But what was wrong with my mother before? Isn’t she always a good wife and mother? If the mistress has appeared now, how could she easily recover a few toasts of virtuousness? This poem seems to be constantly reminding my father: You have a wife and a family, don’t think about it.

The more this happens, the more painful it is. If you can't get what you want, you will toss and turn.

It was like a long-distance runner running along a long track. When he ran to a fork, he found that the birds and flowers were singing on the other road, which attracted him very much, so he wanted to change the route. However, he knew that he should go along the established track, so he was full of contradictions: either run down the track boringly, or run towards the other road like a wild horse, or stay at this fork, dazed in longing and frustration.

At this time, if you set up a sign in the direction of the specified track and draw a correct arrow to guide him, it will often backfire. He may feel that this is a bondage to himself, and may also arouse a rebellious mentality.

Thinking of this, Xiaoxiao tore off the written "Spring Banquet".

Furthermore, the painting was drawn by oneself, and it is not appropriate to write a toast to couples in the tone of their daughter.

Xiaoxiao had no intention of plagiarizing the poems after the Ming Dynasty, but he was not willing to be talented. In order to increase his popularity in the last life, he participated in a poetry competition program. He spent more than half a year memorizing several poems. Many good poems and lyrics were imprinted in his mind, and when needed, they would whirl out. Xiaoxiao thought about it and would never sign other people's works as his own. If you don't ask, he said that it was written by a poet named China overseas. The country was full of talents, Nalan Rongruo, Wu Zao, Wang Guozhen, Xi Murong...

Just use it after thinking about it.

Mr. Nalan, I'm sorry.

Xiaoxiao picked up his pen and wrote a line of small calligraphy on the side of the painting with great seriousness: remembering the weeping willow branches, flower branches, and butterflies in the garden at that time.

The last sentence of Nalan Rongruo's "The Legend of the River" is a bright and bleak sentence, as if he had a dream in early spring in late autumn: Do you still remember that in the early spring season a few years ago, you and I wore flowers and drank, enjoyed peaches and willows, and the east wind blew on my face and butterflies swept my temples.

The painting was painted by my daughter and the characters were written by my daughter. Even if it was Xiaoxiao's memory of the vernal equinox in childhood, it was not an exaggeration.

It only depends on where your heart is.

Xiaoxiao opened an oval seal box with sky-glazed glaze at hand, took out one of the golden nanmu square seals, and printed it under the inscription - "Mo Moxuan Little Master" in the insult text.

Since the name of Mo Moxuan's study was given by him, Tang Haikuo, the signature would be as he wished.

As he was admiring, he heard Ji Jin say at the door of the study: "Mrs. said that when the girl wakes up from a nap, she doesn't have much lunch."

Xiaoxiao stretched out and walked out of the study door. He saw Jijin put the candied snacks on the tray on the Huanghuali square table in the middle. Xiaoxiao looked at it and saw that it was the same as the horse's hoof roll, the rock candied amber cake, the candied kumquat, the same as the wind and rain plum, and the tea was still Sanyou Tea.

Zhijin said: "Mrs. Although the new Longjing has come down, the girl is weak at this time and should not drink green tea. After receiving the good almonds, the wife will make iced apricot tea for the girl to drink."

One of the Sanyou Tea is powdered with walnut kernels. Xiaoxiao feels like drinking six walnuts every time. After listening to Jijin’s introduction to ice apricot tea, it feels basically Lulu. Xiaoxiao took a sip of tea, leaned on the chair a little tired, and picked up a plum to eat.

Zhijin put a snack plate in front of Xiaoxiao: "This rock sugar amber cake is the most rare. The fresh persimmon cake has only been available in the past few months, and I am afraid that I will not be able to eat it next month."

This rock sugar amber cake is a dessert made of mashed persimmon cakes and kneaded glutinous rice rock sugar.
Chapter completed!