Chapter 542: The Ship Full of Clear Dreams Presses the Star River
The boat moved slowly, and the river lights gradually became scarce. Either the paper boat was soaked by water and sank, or it was fished out by people on the shore with a fishing net.
Lin Wanwan sat on the bow of the boat with her face held up, staring quietly at the river. The breeze blew slowly, bringing a bit of coolness.
The boat sailed for an unknown period of time. When Lin Wanwan came to her senses, she found that the river had become very wide, and the noise on the shore gradually faded away, leaving only the sound of the oars breaking through the water.
After a while, Xiao Chong stopped rowing and suddenly took out a package from the boat with a men's cloak inside.
He stood up, walked from the stern to the bow in a few steps, put a cloak on Lin Wanwan, and said in an unhurried voice: "Cousin, it's cold at night, don't catch a cold."
"Thank you cousin."
Lin Wanwan did feel a little cold, so she wrapped her cloak tightly.
I had broken out in a thin sweat while dancing, and was blown by the wind from the river. It was even colder than usual. As soon as I put on this fur cloak, I felt like I was wrapped in a big quilt. It was so comfortable that I couldn't help but reveal my little hair.
Cats enjoy themselves when being petted.
Xiao Chong did not sit back on the bow of the boat, but took the opportunity to sit down next to Lin Wanwan.
Today, Lin Wanwan is dressed in neat Hu clothes, her hair is just a simple bun, slightly messy due to singing before, and a few strands of unfettered black hair are flying in the wind.
"Haha, cousin, you don't know me yet! This is all done by my master, I'm just a porter of poems."
Xiao Chong did not deny it and said with a smile: "I used to spend the Shangyuan Festival with a few brothers either in restaurants or in temples. Chang'an is a city that never sleeps for three days before and after the Shangyuan Festival. It is indeed very lively."
"Chang'an, I really want to see it if I have the chance." Lin Wanwan sighed.
In modern society, let alone the Lantern Festival, even New Year’s Eve doesn’t have much atmosphere!
Especially Lin Wanwan and her grandparents, they are always particularly lonely during festive seasons.
Thinking of this, Lin Wanwan couldn't help but sigh, it's not easy for everyone.
Lin Wanwan couldn't help but lay down, took off her mask and put it aside, staring at the full moon in the sky with the sound of the piano.
Lin Wanwan listened with leisurely fascination. If she came to Tang Dynasty but not to Chang'an, her visit would be in vain.
The sound of the piano seems to connect the heaven and the earth, wash away the lead, directly hit the depths of people's souls, and touch the heart.
This song should only exist in heaven, and can only be heard several times in the human world.
Xiao Chong showed a faint smile like sunshine breaking through dark clouds: "What a coincidence, I also felt that it was a pity that there was no piano in the moon, so I brought the piano."
Or maybe a man only focuses on the court and is too lazy to care about the affairs of the back house?
Considering that Xiao Yu sent all three of his daughters to be nuns and dedicated them to the Buddha because he believed in Buddhism. He seemed to have limited love for his children, so it seems reasonable to not care about the situation in the courtyard of his second son.
"Cousin, I just heard you mention your grandmother several times. Could it be that your grandmother raised you when you were a child?"
"Okay." Xiao Chong said slowly.
"Ah?" Lin Wanwan was surprised, "Is there a piano on the boat?"
Every note seemed to strike Lin Wanwan's heart, causing the suppressed emotions deep in her heart to be led to spread infinitely on the river.
Lin Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief and said: "The mountains are deserted, and we are not celebrating the Lantern Festival."
This little boat has everything! It’s so small, but it has all the internal organs!
After Xiao Chong took the piano, he put it on his lap. The sound of the piano gradually began to play, and Lin Wanwan was completely lost.
Although Xiao Chong said it calmly, Lin Wanwan could hear a hint of thrilling in it.
All the worries in the past appeared in my mind one by one, and then they were relieved and dispersed little by little, leaving me feeling relaxed.
"The boat is full of clear dreams and the stars are filled with wonderful sentences, wonderful sentences. My cousin wrote poems out of her mouth, and Xiao admired them."
Xiao Chong put the piano back, his expression calm and calm, as if the sound of the piano just now had nothing to do with him.
Not only did this mess not damage Lin Wanwan's appearance, it actually gave her a touch of feminine charm and laziness, giving her a unique charm.
It's just that Xiao Yu in history was a serious and upright man. He never showed mercy to the three emperors Yang Guang, Li Yuan, and Li Shimin. He repeatedly disobeyed the holy will. How could he allow secretive things to happen in his family?
"It's a pity that I couldn't see the great talent of our master." Xiao Chong said lightly, but he couldn't tell whether the meaning of his words was true or false.
"Hey, cousin, tell me about the Shangyuan Festival in Chang'an."
The father is still alive and there are many servants, but the grandson still has to be raised by his grandparents. This shows how bad the situation of this grandson is.
Xiao Chong also lay down and remained silent.
"Well, that's right." Lin Wanwan said softly, "How about my cousin, how did you celebrate the Lantern Festival in the past? Chang'an should be a hundred times more lively than Luan County, right?"
So every New Year's Eve dinner, only Lin Wanwan, who was not accompanied by her parents, and her grandparents, who had no children around their knees, had a deserted reunion dinner together.
Lin Wanwan suddenly burst into poetry and said: "When you are drunk, you don't know that the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars."
A picture of the glory of the prosperous age slowly unfolded in Lin Wanwan's mind.
Even if she put a Xinhua Dictionary in front of Lin Wanwan, she couldn't find any witty words that could describe the sound of the piano at this moment.
The eldest son of the second wife of a wealthy family almost died when he was a child because he ate the wrong food. How could this be an accident?
My uncle is abroad all year round, so it is good to be able to make a phone call from overseas during the Chinese New Year. My aunt only comes back to her parents' home in the second year of junior high school.
Xiao Chong said: "Well, I lost my health since childhood and was in poor health. When I was five years old, I almost lost my life because of eating the wrong food. Later, my grandmother raised me under her knees."
Xiao Chong leaned over and dug around in the cabin, and sure enough, he grabbed a guqin and took it out.
Xiao Chong asked calmly: "Cousin, how did you celebrate the Lantern Festival in the past?"
"It would be great if I had a piano. On a night like this, I should listen to a guqin song." Lin Wanwan changed the subject.
The song ended, but it seemed like it hadn't stopped at all, and the fairy sound was still lingering in my ears.
Xiao Chong seemed not surprised by this answer and said calmly: "My cousin must have been lonely when she was a child."
Xiao Chong pointed out: "There will be a chance."
This is really a place to live in Bengbu!
The bright moonlight shone on his body, and he was dressed in crescent white, but the surroundings seemed to be filled with mist and became hazy.
The two fell silent for a moment, feeling the world and the world wholeheartedly.
After a while, Xiao Chong suddenly raised his finger and pointed at the starry sky and said, "Cousin, do you know what these stars represent?"
Lin Wanwan is not interested in astrology, she doesn't even know her own zodiac sign.
But she was very interested in why Xiao Chong knew so many things, so she asked instead of answering: "Cousin, who did you learn all this knowledge from? Why do you know so much?"
Xiao Chong knew that she had no interest in the mysteries of the starry sky, so he smiled casually and said: "I have wasted more than twenty years and only learned a few superficial things from several famous teachers. How can I talk about it much?"