The carriage entered through the side door of Su's house, and happened to meet the second uncle and his group who were returning home drunk. They asked Su Tan'er a few questions about what she had seen tonight, whether she had a good time at the poetry party, etc. Su Tan'er
Erbian also answered a few words with a normal expression.
At this time, many poems were still being circulated in the city, and Shui Tiao Ge Tou was certainly the best, but it was still impossible for the time being to really cause a sensation or gain a reputation that surpassed Tonight. Kang Xian from the Zhishui Poetry Society
Those few words of reprimand have not yet come out. In the eyes of ordinary people, the top poems are mostly the same. In the eyes of ordinary people, this poem is good, but compared with Cao Guan, Li Pin and others, it may only be similar, or perhaps
Because of the reputation of these talents in the past, they may think less of this water tune singer. Only those who are truly talented and knowledgeable can clearly perceive the profound meaning and return to nature of this song, and feel the distance.
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Su Zhongkan just talked about business tonight, drank wine with prostitutes, etc. He didn't care much about poetry. Naturally, things like Ning Liheng hadn't reached his ears yet. The uncle and nephew exchanged pleasantries.
After saying this, they parted on the road, and the four masters and servants of Su Taner returned all the way to the small courtyard where they lived. Except for the big lantern outside the courtyard door, which was still on, the courtyard was quiet, with only the water-like moonlight shining down from the sky.
Su Tan'er glanced a few times into the darkness of the room on the second floor, and Xiaochan asked: "Miss, I need to call my uncle..."
"No, he's already asleep. There's no need to wake him up. Chan'er brings some warm water, Xing'er and Juan'er, you guys go to bed early... Chan'er, if you still have energy, I can tell you the story that my uncle told you.
Do you want to listen?"
Chan'er smiled and nodded, and Juan'er and Xing'er on the side also raised their hands quickly.
"Miss, we are not sleepy."
"We want to hear it too."
She glanced at the two girls angrily, then smiled and said, "Then let's come together. Speaking of which, I haven't heard a story in a long time."
"I remember when I was little, the lady would tell us stories with books..."
"Yes, yes, I still remember..."
Several girls were chattering, and then Su Tan'er went upstairs. Juan'er and Xing'er helped Chan'er boil warm water, brought a wooden basin and towels and went up together.
The lights of the city in the distance gradually became quieter. In the quiet courtyard, warm yellow lights floated in the windows on the second floor, reflecting the silhouettes of the masters and servants in the room talking and laughing.
I don’t know how long it took, but the night became much darker. The three maids came out of the room, then closed the door and went downstairs. After returning to their room, Chan’er closed the door and leaned gently against it.
Holding her chest with both hands, she raised her head and took a deep breath. The innocent little face she raised had complicated expressions, including happiness, doubt, fear, longing, and so on.
Su Tan'er has taught her many things, so her heart is naturally not pure and simple. She also has small thoughts, but these small thoughts are always for the sake of the people and things she likes around her, such as
Miss, for example, the Su family, or now Ning Liheng.
In the past, she could refute Mr. Qin at the chess stall about the Su family's affairs. During this time, she got along with Ning Yi. Ning Yi has an indifferent personality, but he also has a humorous side on weekdays. He does things - although he doesn't do anything.
No matter what business he is doing - he takes things lightly and doesn't care about anything. He treats her kindly, so she naturally likes him.
On the other hand, she not only likes the young lady, but also expresses gratitude and gratitude. In short, it means she likes her very much. She understands the young lady’s previous troubles and probably knows what she likes. Now
Now that she finds that her uncle is not like the nerd that she heard before, she will naturally consider the marriage between him and the lady. If they like each other and get together naturally, of course it would be best. She doesn't have to do much,
Let the young lady see and know about her uncle, and let her uncle know how good the young lady is - this in itself is also her job as a personal maid.
She knew that the young lady liked poetry, but of course there was nothing that her uncle had written in the past that she could use. Sometimes she even felt that her uncle had written those things deliberately to make a joke. Tonight she saw her uncle compose the water tune song, although she was not knowledgeable.
, but I can always feel the goodness of these words and phrases, as if I have discovered a treasure. I took the words and phrases to the Puyuan Poetry Club, planning to find a time to show them to the lady. Then I saw Xue Jin coming over, and I understood what I would find in it.
Naturally, she took out the words and phrases in a smooth manner. No matter what, this poem should be very good, so as not to lose points.
She just didn't expect that in the eyes of those people, this poem would be that good.
If she had an accurate idea before, she would never have come up with this poem rashly like that. Now it seems that trying to let the young lady see her uncle's talent has had the opposite effect - it seems that Miss Lian
She was also scared. She seemed a little unprepared on the boat, so she also felt guilty. Originally, she just wanted to prepare a small surprise, but who knew the surprise was too big and scared herself too...
Alas, how could it be like this...
The lights flickered like beans, and Xiaochan, who was not very sleepy, sat at the table, holding her chin in her hands and thinking distressedly. What she had in her hands was the original manuscript of the water tune song written by Ning Yi, so she
Watched it a few more times.
Brother-in-law, as long as you are talented, you don’t need to be at this level... How will Xiaochan tell you these things tomorrow...
It was indeed my uncle's fault.
She pouted, stretched out her fingers and gently poked the rice paper twice. When she saw the last sentence, her face gradually turned red again. Then she carefully folded the paper again and put it back at the bottom of the drawer.
After blowing out the oil lamp, the little girl felt her face getting hotter and hotter, and slowly went to bed...
"Thousands of miles apart, we share the beauty of the moon... Hee..."
In the early morning, the white mist filled Jiangning City again, and the bright light was still rising from the mist, spraying out the magnificent morning light.
After waking up, Ning Yi felt refreshed and his energy was almost restored. After another day of rest and consolidation, he could go to class tomorrow. In today's time, he could get some wooden sandbags from the nursing home.
Come here, this body has been weak for many years, and it can't be used without thorough exercise.
The steward who manages the nursing home seems to be named Zhang. According to the atmosphere I feel in the Su family now, Old Mrs. Su is quite caring. He just has to consider whether to bring wooden figures, sandbags and other things into the yard to deal with Su.
Did Tan'er and the others have too much impact? It's okay for me, a weak scholar, to go for a run. If he suddenly said that he wanted to practice martial arts, they would probably think of him as a fool.
To make them accept that they are a little different, they have to do it slowly. This may be a bit fast. He weighed this boringly in his mind. Later, while sitting together drinking meat porridge at breakfast, he felt that Su Tan'er seemed
He kept looking at him with a strange look in his eyes.
After a few random glances, Ning Yi put down the bowl and chopsticks and looked at his wife in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"No." Su Tan'er smiled slightly and shook her head, "I just think that my husband is in good spirits this morning."
"Oh, my condition should be fine. Cough... my throat seems to be a little dry, but I will definitely be fine after today and I can go to the academy."
"It's good to be fine. My husband may be very busy these days."
"busy?"
"Yes." Su Tan'er nodded, without further explanation, and began to sip the porridge in a very ladylike manner. In confusion, Ning Yi felt that the smile hanging on the corner of her mouth was somewhat similar to the Mona Lisa's smile...
What does it mean? Does the academy want to give me extra work? Ning Yi speculated in his mind about the possible meaning of the other party's words. Until he finished his porridge and returned to the room, Xiaochan timidly came over and explained what happened last night.
He finally accurately grasped the emotion contained in the other person's eyes.
"Yes, I'm sorry, uncle, Xiaochan originally just wanted to... just want to show it to the lady, but that Xue Jin is so hateful..."
Ning Yi listened to her in a daze, and then his expression calmed down. After thinking about it for a while, he laughed interestingly.
"Oh, it's okay, it's not a big problem."
Seeing that he was not angry, Chan'er nodded happily and said, "Yes, my uncle's talent..." With a bang, Ning Yi's finger flicked onto her forehead.
"Who said I'm talented? I'm not allowed to tell anyone that in the future."
"...Oh." The little girl hesitated and nodded.
"In this case, I won't go out today." Ning Yi thought for a while and laughed, "It seems that I will be sick for a few more days..."
The sun shone in from the window, and Ning Yi walked back to the bedside with a storybook and prepared to pretend to be sick. After a while, he waved to Xiaochan again, and Xiaochan put down her worries and walked from the corner of the house.
I moved the Go box and the small table used to play backgammon, and trotted over happily...
During the Mid-Autumn Festival last night, some people went to bed late, so most people got up a little late this morning. Jiangning City returned to its usual prosperity about half an hour late. It was not until noon that day that people from the Zhishui Poetry Festival last night
The incident was mixed with other news about poetry and gradually spread widely. The influence of this water-melody song also began to cause continuous shock and waves in the city of Jiangning in the next few days, and as time deepened