Xie Fu laughed, but Song Huaizhang was a little embarrassed and asked: "I take the liberty of asking the little lady her name."
"What's the name? My name is Qiu Jintang."
Song Huaizhang was stunned for a moment, then looked at the young lady wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat, "What an elegant name."
Xie Fu blurted out: "The hibiscus flowers fell in front of the door, and the crabapples bloomed again."
Song Huaizhang immediately praised: "Brother, you are so talented in literature and so quick in thinking."
As he spoke, he said to Qiu Jintang: "Miss Qiu's name is elegant. As soon as Mr. Xie's poem came out, it became even more elegant. I will also respond to the last two sentences." He began to think.
When Qiu Jintang saw that Xie Fu composed a poem about her name, she couldn't help but look at Xie Fu gently.
In fact, she admires people with literature, but the more she lacks these in her heart, the more inferior she becomes, and the more contemptuous she becomes.
When he originally came up with this name, his father hired his husband and spent a hundred pence to give her the name, hoping that she could change from a fisherman's girl to...
Thinking of his father, his expression couldn't help but darken.
Song Huaizhang suddenly said: "Yes, Ye Yantian Shuangliang... um..."
Xie Fu answered casually: "Cry and the sun will shine."
Song Huaizhang blurted out: "Okay, brother, with such an answer, I suddenly became enlightened, and the scene of being overjoyed with a daughter's fortune jumped out of my poem."
"Haha, you've made a fool of yourself, Mr. Song, who were the people who were chasing you just now?"
Song Huaizhang pondered for a while and then smiled and said: "To be honest, Mr. Xie, the people who were chasing me just now are actually my domestic slaves."
Xie Fu was curious: "Since he is your domestic slave, why is Mr. Song in such a hurry?"
"These people were ordered by my father to take me back."
These words reminded Fu Xie that he had fled home in a hurry, and he laughed and said, "What kind of trouble did Young Master Song get into?"
"It's not like I got into any trouble. I just ran away because my family wanted to arrange a marriage and I didn't want to."
It is common to hear of women running away from marriage, but rarely of men running away from marriage. Xie Fuxiao asked: "Is the other party as ugly as a pig?"
"Although I have never met that young lady, I heard that she was born shy of the moon, has a gentle personality, and is versatile. She can do everything from poetry, poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, to needlework and nvhong."
"Then why did Young Master Song run away from marriage?"
"Because I won't marry anyone other than my cousin."
Xie Fu saw that Mr. Song was a little pedantic, a little stubborn, and a little infatuated and single-minded, but he saw the shadow of his former self.
Back then, he was so kind-hearted and devoted, but now he is a romantic, passionate and bad person.
Can……
But every relationship is like a destiny that cannot be avoided.
He had lacked female kindness since he was a child, so God arranged for Chu Yue to meet him. He really couldn't resist Chu Yue's selfless kindness.
There is also a sympathy and sympathy between her and He Qing.
He and Wan Zhi are old friends who have been exchanging letters for a long time.
Even Xiaoyun is actually the lady he had a crush on since he was a child.
It was as if God had seen him alone and without a wife in his nine previous lives, and all his fate was concentrated in this life.
Ten lifetimes of marriage turned into one lifetime.
How wonderful it would be if you loved only one person in every life.
Thinking of this, Xie Fu sighed.
Song Huaizhang thought that Xie Fu was sighing for him, and said with a smile: "I just want to go to Lei Yuanzong to find my cousin."
Thank you Fu for being on the same road as him.
At this time, Qiu Jintang supported the oar with both hands and opened her lips to sing a cappella: "The wild geese from the north fly south for another autumn, and I send you off with my heart full of sorrow..."
When Xie Fu heard the prelude to this piece, his expression was surprised.
Song Huaizhang smiled and said: "Miss Qiu, why are you sad? Everyone is talking and laughing, so I am sad."
After listening to Song Huaizhang's words, Xie Fu guessed that he had never heard this piece of music, otherwise he would not have said this.
Qiu Jintang glared at Song Huaizhang: "Shut up. If you interrupt me, I will forget how to sing next. If I interrupt you again, I will throw you into the river."
Song Huaizhang immediately shut his mouth.
Qiu Jintang continued to sing:
Quite a day later, I stayed with you. I thought about how I would say goodbye to you today, and I burst into tears. I lamented that I was just a boatman’s girl and could not be with you. I looked away from you, and my head turned white for a moment.
Song Huaizhang was so sad that he started humming along with a dark expression.
Hot tears welled up in my heart.
We continued our marriage together in a small boat, hiding together in the vast misty water of the river. I was ashamed to see the half moon in the water. You were a slave and came to make a hair of green flowers. I eloped with you to the end of the world, where the red moon melted beautifully.
Qiu Jintang stopped singing here. Although her singing voice cannot be compared with that of other famous singers, this song is very suitable for her status as a boatman's daughter, and it touches the heartstrings.
Since ancient times, songs have been used to express feelings, not to demonstrate skills.
A song with only technique and no emotion is just a melodious sound.
Song Huaizhang couldn't help but hummed along: "Elope with you to the end of the world, the red moon will be shining brightly."
As he sang, his eyes turned slightly red, and he smiled and said: "This song is so suitable for this situation and situation, it's almost as if it was composed for me."
Qiu Jintang retorted: "That's nonsense. Are you a boat girl?"
Song Huaizhang raised his head and responded: "Although I am not a boatman's daughter, I am the infatuated man."
Xie Fu thought to himself, he is such an infatuated man, but he has lost these three precious words forever and will never get them back.
He actually envied Song Huaizhang in front of him, who could love only one person innocently.
"Miss Qiu, what's the name of this piece of music?"
Qiu Jintang smiled and said: "Kowtow three times with flowers and candles in the wedding room. All the boat girls in our area will sing this song."
Xie Fu said with a smile: "Miss Qiu is in love for the first time, and she is looking forward to having a lover, right?"
What girl is not passionate? Qiu Jintang's face turned slightly red when she was told that, and she said viciously: "You young masters, all you have in your mind are dirty things."
Xie Fu said with a smile: "It is natural for a man to love a woman, and she is not a scumbag. Miss Qiu, you usually carry people in boats, but do you have any one whom you secretly like?"
Qiu Jintang sneered: "I think I'm self-righteous. I've seen people who are a hundred times more handsome than you, a hundred times better, and many more."
Xie Fu smiled and said, "You didn't say it was me."
"Don't think that I don't know. You are just talking about yourself. Are you going to use frivolous and teasing words next? You try to be frivolous and teasing. See if I don't shake you off the boat. Then you will cry and yell for me.
My aunt will help you come up."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Xie Fu smiled and said meaningfully: "It seems that Miss Qiu is a person with stories."
Qiu Jintang thanked Fu with her finger and said in a cold voice: "I tell you! You are neither the first nor the last. It is best to wash your mouth first in the river."
"The Wei River is swollen and greasy, and the fat water is discarded. There are algae on the river surface, and the boat girls are wet. I'm afraid my mouth will become dirtier the more I wash it."
Xie Fu spoke in a cryptic way, thinking that the other party could not understand. Why did Qiu Jintang hear so many verbose words every day, but he could not learn from himself without a teacher.
He raised the boat's gun and hit Mr. Xie: "I saw you looking dirty this morning, but you are really the same as you are."
Xie Fu smiled and said, since people can't afford to joke, then he should joke less.
At this time, Song Huaizhang came back to his senses and said, "That's not right. Why is this song called Three Bows with Flowers and Candles in the Wedding Room? The singing is different from the title of the song."
Qiu Jintang said angrily: "I am ignorant and ill-informed. There will be more later. I arranged it randomly before I finished listening."
Song Huaizhang said: "Then Miss Qiu, please continue singing, I want to hear it."
"You think I'm a singer, but I don't sing!"
Song Huaizhang handed over a broken piece of silver: "Rub Miss Qiu's throat, please speak."
The guy surnamed Song was much more pleasing to the eye than the guy surnamed Xie, and he didn't dare to accept the money. He said with a warm face: "I can't sing the rest, and I can't sing well either."
"Oh." Song Huaizhang looked disappointed.
At this time Xie Fu smiled and said: "Let me start."
"You come?"
Mr. Xie has already begun to sing: The wind and snow cover the sky, blocking out the moonlight, the two candles at the ceremony table illuminate the hall, the boatman's daughter enters the bridal chamber with tears, pours a cup to thank the heaven and the earth, and can have the same heart with you...
Since you can't be Fan Yuyang in reality, then you can be Fan Yuyang in the song, dedicated love! Definite love!
He is indeed such a man, but... he is just as passionate, but he is reluctant to let every woman who loves her feel sad. He really doesn't know how to be a loyal and loyal man.
It’s not just that! He is such a scumbag!
The intense emotions in my heart are vented through singing.
This song was composed by him. When he first composed it, he showed off his talents with the intention of teasing the world.
On the boat, when I faced Lan Ning, I had no regrets, but now my mood was different, filled with sadness that I could not help but feel.
This state of mind is exactly in line with the meaning of the word, wishing not to live together, but only seeking to die together.
After the song was sung, Qiu Jintang, who had looked disdainful just now, cried silently. She didn't know how many times she had listened to this song, and there were many boat girls with sweet singing voices.
Sometimes, she would even listen to the boat next to the brothel and listen to the famous actresses in the brothel singing this song.
But no one sang more touchingly than him, making people shed tears, and it was obvious that his macho voice was not sweet at all.
The way Qiu Jintang looked at Xie Fu was completely different now. Instead of showing contempt, she even showed admiration.
Xie Fu sighed, and this sigh also touched Qiu Jintang's heart. Could it be that he was a man full of sad stories.
Song Huaizhang, a grown man, cried even more unbearably than Qiu Jintang, and advised: "Master Xie, why did you bother to look at the crane through the window? You should look up and see the Chuntai."
Xie Fu said with a smile: "Thank you very much, I have learned from you. I will also repay Mr. Song with these words of Mr. Song."
Song Huaizhang nodded: "That makes sense, that makes sense."
Xie Fu smiled smartly: "Okay, everyone, don't moan unnecessarily."
Qiu Jintang, who had always disdained the two of them, actually nodded in agreement: "Let me sing a Yue song for the two young masters."
Xie Fu said with a smile: "It's rare that Miss Qiu is willing to talk, and we are all ears."
Qiu Jintang raised her head and looked at the moon, stretched out her voice and sang, and the sweet Yue tune sounded:
A pot of good tea is perfect to accompany the full moon.
A sound of fireworks rang out in the night sky.
Grandma said it was Lantern Festival night, so she walked across the bridge to look at the lanterns. There were fruits and carp lanterns, and uncles were sipping their lanterns.
The shengxiao blows and the clouds disperse, and the world is filled with laughter.
Listen to a ballad and think about me for ten years. I will not return to my hometown. I will return with the light of the moon...
Qiu Jintang's sweet singing voice carried the two of them like pillows on the clouds.
It rained suddenly and heavily, and the cold raindrops fell on my face like needles pricking me.
Qiu Jintang stopped singing and looked serious: "The storm is coming! You two go back to the cabin to hide!"
Song Huaizhang couldn't stand the cold raindrops, so he rushed into the cabin with a cry.
But Xie Fu went to the mast, pulled up the rope, and helped put away the canvas.
Qiu Jintang was afraid that Xie Fu would be incompetent: "Thank you, Mr. Xie, I'll come, don't make it a waste of time."
As he spoke, he walked up to Xie Fu, took the rope from his hand, and pulled hard.
She was a woman, petite, and the wind was already blowing, so it was a bit difficult to pull her. Before Xie Fu could help, he saw Qiu Jintang jump nimbly, then squat down and pull, and the canvas was pulled by her with a swipe.
pull down.
Qiu Jintang quickly tied the knot and said to Xie Fu: "The wind on this river will be very strong. It's dark and I can't see the waves. I just rely on experience. After a while, the boat will bump and shake violently. You can go inside and take care of it."
The one named Song can be left to me outside."
"This is not the first time I have encountered this situation. As long as you do as I say, I will send you ashore safe and sound."
Professional things should be left to professionals. If I stay here, I'm afraid it will be a disservice. "If you need help, just call out."
The people returned to the cabin.
Soon there was a violent storm, the roof of the boat was crackling with heavy raindrops, the boat and its contents were shaking, and the wind was blowing and the river was surging.
In the darkness, only the oil lamp swinging from side to side on the bow of the boat can give people a sense of security.
Song Huaizhang said to Xie Fu: "The wind and rain are so strong."
Xie Fu said: "This is the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River. Once it rains heavily and the river water swells, the wind and waves will be very big, and they will get worse in a while. You have to be tight. If you fall into the river, you will be swept directly to the bottom by the river water. No matter how good the water quality is,
It’s no use.”
Song Huaizhang quickly grabbed the wood of the ship's hull and asked Master Xie, "Master Xie, do you understand the nature of water?"
Xie Fu responded: "I'm not bad at water, but I don't dare to take risks."
Song Huaizhang trembled: "I can't,"
At this time, the ship's hull shook violently. Song Huaizhang, who had already caught something, still ran away, hit something, and screamed in pain.
Before Xie Fu could speak, Qiu Jintang outside the boat faced the wind and waves and shouted loudly: "Hold on!"
Xie Fu, who was sitting firmly as a mountain, followed the oil lamp that was about to swing and saw Qiu Jintang holding the boat's gun tightly, rowing with difficulty from time to time, relying on experience to control the balance of the boat in the wind and waves.
That petite figure made the boat gun in her hand look like a heavy sledgehammer, and her legs spread apart made her look like a man upright.
A big wave and a turbulent undercurrent caused the ship to tilt and then spin in a circle. Things in the cabin fell left and right and rolled into chaos.
This kind of spinning of heaven and earth, unable to find a sense of stability in the body, was extremely terrifying, and Song Huaizhang was so frightened that he started to cry like a ghost.
Just like Qiu Jintang said before, when encountering wind and waves, all she can do is try her best to control the ship, and she is unable to take care of the two of them.
No matter how experienced Qiu Jintang is, she is still a woman, and her strength is not as strong as that of a man. She tightly holds on to the handle of the boat that is being controlled against the waves. Sweat is rolling down her forehead. It is hard to tell whether it is sweat or rain.
Just when she felt like she couldn't hold the boat's handle anymore, a hand gently placed on the boat's handle, and Qiu Jintang's pressure was immediately relieved.
Looking at Xie Fu who was soaked all over, he blurted out in surprise: "What are you doing out here?"
Such a dangerous scene, Xie Fu actually smiled slightly at this moment: "Help you."
This smile fell into Qiu Jintang's eyes, and she couldn't help but be stunned. An idea flashed through her mind. This person was either rich in experience or not afraid of death.
No matter what, this smile gives support and comfort to this woman who has always faced and overcome difficulties alone.
Xie Fu saw that Qiu Jintang was still hesitant and said, "I know you don't trust others, but trust me for a while."
Qiu Jintang finally said: "Be careful, if you fall, I can't save you."
Xie Fu didn't talk nonsense: "You direct and I will contribute."
Qiu Jintang's hands were numb at this moment and she was a little weak. As expected, she controlled the boat with experience and commanded: "Paddle to the left."
As soon as her hands exerted strength, there was a powerful force to help her complete this action.
