The ox carts kept driving north, leaving the huge West Lake behind. At about four o'clock in the afternoon, which was Zhengshen time, the three ox carts and Laide on foot arrived at Fenglin Ferry on the south bank of the Qiantang River.
, Qiantang County is on the north bank of the river, and Chen Cao and his party want to cross the river.
There are two ferries at this ferry, one big and one small. The big one is about six feet long and can ferry carriages and horses. The small boat is only three feet long and can ferry more than ten people at a time.
Now, the two ships are on the north bank. The two banks are three or four miles apart. It will take a while for the ships to come over.
Everyone on the oxcart came down to rest. Zongzhi and Runer had just taken a nap in the car. At this time, they rubbed their eyes and asked, "Are you here, Uncle Chou?"
Chen Caozhi smiled and said: "It's still early, we have to take a boat."
Zongzhi and Run'er both love to ride boats. This is the only time in a year. After hearing this, they were in high spirits. They waved to the other side like the two tenants of the Ding family: "The boat is coming - the boat is coming -"
Since this place is called Maple Forest Ferry, it is naturally because there are many maple trees. Not only are there many maple trees, but they are also large maple trees with deep roots and luxuriant leaves. They are several feet tall and have leaves with thin handles like three-pointed two-edged knives that are easy to turn.
, a little breeze will sway unsteadily, making a "rustling" sound, maple trees, windy trees.
At this time in early summer, the maple leaves are not red yet, only the tiny flowers are dotted with red.
There is also a bent willow tree on the bank. The trunk is twisted into a strange zigzag shape. The horizontal trunk has a smooth surface. It must be that people waiting to cross the river often lean on it and look at it.
Seeing that the ferry couldn't get through for a while, Chen Caozhi went to Laifu's ox cart and took out the purple bamboo flute, leaned against the willow tree, faced the river, and began to play.
Xiaochan and Qingzhi both opened their eyes and said, "When did Mr. Cao Zhi learn to play the recorder? He can play it so well!"
The water flow in this section of the river is gentle, so the ferry was chosen here. Not far downstream, there is a small island near the south bank. There is a pond on the island. The pond is full of black water chestnuts. The dark green leaves reflect the setting sun, making it a bright scene.
Purple, the locals call it Zilingzhou.
Chen Caozhi remembered that there was a piece in the TV series "Dream of Red Mansions" called "Purple Lingzhou Song". It was composed by Wang Liping and was full of classical charm. It had no special high or low notes and was suitable for playing the flute. He often played this piece of music during his travels in his previous life.
The melancholy and sentimental "Purple Lingzhou Song" was played by stretching and pressing the button——
The river was rushing, the setting sun spread over the water, and the golden snakes danced wildly. A gorgeous black-awned boat went down the river, crossed the bow in the middle of the river, rowed towards the ferry here, and anchored it with a long pole five feet away from the shore.
Parked there, there were two people standing on the bow of the boat. One of them was wearing a turban on his head and a white silk jacket. He was about thirty years old, with clear eyebrows and fine eyes. He was handsome. The one on the left was about fifty years old and slightly shorter.
The hair is combed into a corner bun, the cheeks are round, the eyes are slanted, and the big sleeves are fluttering. They are also very graceful. The two of them are silently looking at the beautiful young man leaning on the willow on the river bank, listening attentively to the sound of the recorder played by the young man.
Immerse yourself in it.
At this time, Chen Cao had finished one of his songs and was about to put the flute into his bag when he heard the scholar on the boat, who was about thirty years old, raise his voice and say: "Wait a moment, I have a Keting flute as a gift."
When the awning boat docked at the ferry, the Nashi people did not get off the boat, so they handed a slender green cloth bag to the bow and asked, "What's the name of the tune?"
According to the etiquette of the time, this scholar was a bit abrupt and rude, but his manner of speaking did not make people feel abrupt at all. They just felt that he was unpretentious, free and easy. Is this the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties?
Chen Caozhi took the bag without saying thank you and replied: "The title of the song is "Remembering an Old Friend"." Then he slowly took out the long flute from the bag and held it heavy, heavier than ordinary bamboo flutes. The body of the flute is green and the texture is fine and smooth.
It is straight, as if it is made of freshly cut bamboo, and still has the fresh air of green bamboo. When you strike the flute with your curved fingers, the sound is very clear.
"Do you know the origin of Keting's flute?" The question came from an old scholar in his fifties with a horned bun.
Chen Cao said: "How can I not know about Jiaoweiqin, Ketingdi, and Cai Zhonglang's elegant affairs?"
The fat old scholar and the scholar who presented the flute looked at each other and smiled.
Chen Cao said: "Since I have been given a flute, please give me a piece of music in return." After saying this, he tried the sound of the flute made of Keting bamboo. When he played it, the tune whirled back and forth, seeming affectionate and sad.
, there are endless, deep and interesting artistic conceptions.
Affection and sentimentality are common moods among people in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. This is a kind of sentimentality that awakens life, and is a sentimentality for the fleeting nature of family and friendship. This piece of music played by Chen Caozhi can be said to go straight into the hearts of Jin people.
After the song was played, the two scholars on the bow of the boat were silent for a long time. The scholar who gave the flute said: "This song is even more wonderful. May I ask the name of the song?"
Chen Cao's way: ""Red Bean Song"."
The scholar asked again: "Who made it?"
Chen Caozhi smiled and said: "I ate the eggs and found them delicious. Do I still ask which chicken they were born from?"
The scholar laughed and ordered the boatman to unmoor and sail away.
The black-topped boat followed the current and was dozens of feet away from the ferry in a blink of an eye. The gifted scholar looked back at the beautiful young man on the shore, and sighed to the old scholar: "This boy's demeanor and conversation are only comparable to those of Wang Yishao and Xie Anshi in the world.
It is a great honor for me to have such a fellow countryman."
The old scholar who was called Quanxiong said: "I don't know who this son is. If the Qiantang gentry had such an outstanding son, how could I not know about it!"
The man who gave the flute to the scholar raised his eyebrows and said: "Is it possible that he is not a descendant of the noble family, but a poor family of the common people? That would be a pity!" He looked at the surging river, was silent for a while, and then said: "I am a casual knight and a regular attendant.
When you visit the Situ Mansion, you have the responsibility of inspecting the remaining talents in your hometown. If you have the opportunity, you may be able to reward this young man. The former great Sima Tao Kan also came from a poor family, so please don't look down on this young man."
The old scholar surnamed Quan smiled and said: "I know that Brother Ye Wang is not restricted by his family background and loves talents as much as his life. The unique Ke Tingdi in the world is given to a young man who meets by a stranger. Such freedom and ease are beyond the reach of Quan. So, let me
I won’t deliberately support this young man, I just want to see if he has a chance to fall into my hands, haha.”
Chen Caozhi didn't know who these two scholars were, and he didn't care, but the Keting flute he received as a gift was really wonderful. Originally, the sound range of the Dongxiao was slightly narrower than that of the Qudi, but this one was made of Keting bamboo.
The musical range of the flute is not inferior to that of the flute, and the tranquility and elegance of the timbre are naturally beyond the comparison of the flute. It can be said to be the best among flutes.
Zongzhi and Runer were very happy when they saw that Uncle Chou had got a good flute for free. Zongzhi said that Uncle Chou already had a Keting flute, so the Zizhu Cave flute would belong to him. Runer refused, and finally the brother and sister negotiated to share it.
Xiao Chan had followed Ding Youwei for many years and was able to read. She asked curiously: "Cao Zhixiao Langjun, is the Cai Zhonglang you are talking about Cai Yong, the father of Cai Wenji?"
Chen Caozhi smiled and said, "Yes."
Xiao Chan asked again: "What is the relationship between Ke Ting Di and Cai Yong? Is there any allusion in it?"
Chen Cao said: "Cai Zhonglang's poems, music, and calligraphy are unparalleled in the contemporary era. It is said that he traveled to Wu County and rested in a hotel in Keting, Kuaiji. He listened to the raindrops beating on the roof. He suddenly beat the bed and screamed, asking the shopkeeper to quickly cover the eaves.
The sixteenth bamboo rafter was replaced by Cai Yong and given to him, and Cai Yong used this bamboo to make a recorder, which is the Keting flute."
Xiaochan looked at Chen Caozhi with a different look. She really couldn't see through this young man. He hadn't seen him for a year, so why had he changed so much?
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