happy meeting

July [-]th is the folk Qixi Festival.

In the room where the lights are shining, the alleys are empty for thousands of people.The girl was dressed in a colorful dress, chatting and laughing, casting admiring glances at the young man passing by from time to time, she accidentally met her, her cheeks were flushed, and she felt intoxicated under the bright lights.

I don't know whose family the young man threw flowers to the girl, there was a commotion all around, the girl lowered her head, and her cheeks were as red as the evening.

The lights are hidden, the evening wind is blowing, and the red silk is swaying on the vigorous marriage tree, accompanied by the sound of "哗哗", bringing a bit of coolness.

"Ah Luo, as the saying goes, 'If you want to enjoy the lanterns, you must go to Luoyang.

"What the young master said is that if you really want to stay here, you can buy a piece of land. Maybe the master will also come over." A somewhat respectful laugh came from behind the light green painted orchid lantern.

The jade fan pushed aside the painted orchid lantern, revealing the figure behind him, a man in his twenties, dressed in a lake blue jade robe, tall and tall, with a handsome face.The red lips curled up happily, and the clear black pupils showed a bit of gentleness and cunning. It seemed that he was very easy to get close to, but the man didn't seem to notice the admiring gazes of the girls around him.

"That's not okay, Aluo, there is no scenery in a familiar place!"

As soon as the words were finished, a man in green shirt not far away under the marriage tree raised his head and glanced at the laughing man who was shaking his fan, his eyes were cold.

"Hey, Ah Luo, that tree seems to be used for blessings? I'll go and see the big red tree, and you go to play first." After saying that, he didn't care about the barking boy, smiled and walked along the crowd .When I got under the tree, I looked up at the red silks. The high-hanging lanterns were set against the bright red cloth strips.Suffering from having no paper and pen at hand, and not knowing how to write a wish, looking around, I saw a man in green shirt writing under a tree, several people lined up in front of the table, all holding red silk in their hands.Feeling a little happy, he also walked over.

Squeeze to the table and look carefully at the man in the blue shirt writing the wish. The words in the pen are like flowing clouds and flowing water. , one can tell at a glance that he is a man of poetry and books.

"Good handwriting! Brother Tai writes well!" The blue-robed man expressed his appreciation unabashedly.

However, the man only raised his chin slightly, "Master, you praise me." There was a faint indifference on his brow.

The man didn't mind, and then asked, "I don't know where is your brother? Where did you learn from? Can you give me some pointers?"

This time, he didn't even raise his head, and wrote vigorously: "Hangzhou, self-study. I only understand a little, so I can't talk about giving advice. You should find someone else."

The man was not annoyed, but smiled more cheerfully, "Brother, there is no need to be modest. There is a saying, meeting is fate. I just want to make friends with people like Xiongtai, who is talented, neither arrogant nor impetuous, humble Knowledge is rare, and character is even more rare. Qixi Festival is here to do good deeds! It really has both ability and political integrity!"

The man in blue finally stopped writing, and handed the red silk to the old man at the table.Then there was the sound of copper coins falling into the hands, taking the money and holding it in his arms: "Really?"

"..." The rest of the good words choked in his throat, the jade fan covered his face, smiled awkwardly, rolled his eyes, and thought of another topic, "Brother Taiwan is here to rush for the exam? I think Xiongtai is expected to be the champion .”

"I'm also passing through Luoyang, so I'll take a look at what the Luoyang lanterns look like. Are you familiar with this place, brother?"

……

Half an hour later, the man in the blue robe was still standing at the table, and the man in the blue robe didn't care about him, he just let him make noise until the flow of people dwindled and the booth closed.

"Ah, wait!" Seeing that he was about to pack up his pen and ink and leave, the blue-robed man quickly grabbed his cuff.

The man turned to look at him, still indifferent.

"Brother, can you make a wish for me?" The man in the blue robe smiled, his eyes sparkling when he asked.

The man in the green shirt didn't refuse, saying, "Wuwen."

"Okay." As he wished, he bent his eyebrows and leaned forward again.

"Name." The man in the green shirt asked after spreading the cloth pen again and soaking it in ink.

"My surname is Ye, my first name is Liuyun, and my characters are dry and ink. Brother, you can call me in the future. Where is Xiongtai?" Ye Liuyun asked.

Without raising his head, he just said: "Chaomuxian, the word Yixing."

"Xiongtai is such a good name!" Ye Liuyun didn't mind his indifference at all. He really liked this indifferent man and felt like old friends at first sight. It must be very good, if you can swim together... that would be even more beautiful!

"What are you going to write, Young Master? Who are you praying for?"

"Brother Mu Xian, why are you so unfamiliar with me? You can just call me dry ink. Just write the eight characters of 'seven dry ink, flowing clouds and nine clouds'."

Chao Muxian was slightly stunned when he heard the words, and immediately penned the pen, and the eight characters fell down freely and elegantly.However, the writing still didn't stop, and suddenly there were four more characters - Chaoge Muxian.

Seeing this, Ye Liuyun beamed with joy.The jade fan swayed lightly, and she laughed heartily, "Qiqian Momo, flowing clouds and nine skies, singing in the morning and in the evening... Hahaha, wandering freely, drunk and dreaming, I really feel at ease! Thank you, Brother Mu Xian, for your sentence."

Chao Muxian nodded to close the pen, "Excellent reputation."

Suddenly, Ye Liuyun took the pen on the inkstone, and the tip of the pen gradually turned, and three cursive and flying characters landed next to the three characters "Ye Liuyun" - Zhaomuxian.

Chao Muxian was also startled, and said in a faint voice, "Mu's word is wrong."

"what?"

"The curtain of the curtain."

Embarrassed, Ye Liuyun rubbed the handle of the fan in his hand and changed the word again.

It also wrote "Seek a confidant, travel the world together" and raised his head with a smile, blinking at Chao Muxian several times, the meaning of which was very obvious.

Chao Muxian ignored his hints, but looked at the red silk with some hesitation, "Do you really want to tie it?"

"nature."

Ye Liuyun climbed up the wooden ladder a few times, found a place to tie it, shook the red silk in satisfaction, and smiled at the people below, "Brother Mu Xian, why don't you write another one for me?"

"You still want to write?" Chao Muxian's expression was a little strange, and the way he looked at Ye Liuyun was also very strange.

"Ah, I hope my parents are safe."

"...do you know what this tree is asking for?"

"Isn't everything okay?" Ye Liuyun looked at him as a matter of course.

"...This tree is for marriage. Only the names of those who are destined are written on it."

"Ah?" With an exclamation, his feet slipped and he almost fell off the wooden ladder.

After Ye Liuyun hung up the red silk, he wrapped around Chao Muxian to visit the lanterns. The handsome two young masters naturally attracted countless eyes as they walked on the street, Chao Muxian didn't say anything, and let Ye Liuyun take him away.

He also knows some elegant things, tasting flower wine, drinking flower tea, and guessing lantern riddles. Playing to the fullest, Chao Muxian could answer a few sentences from time to time.

Ye Liuyun liked Chao Muxian's handwriting very much, and asked him to write whenever he had the opportunity, and even found a white fan, asked him to draw a few orchids, and put poems on the side to make a paper fan.The jade fan was replaced by a white paper fan, and I held it in my hand, playing with it from time to time, and couldn't put it down.

On the streets of Luoyang, the lanterns are reflected in the sky, the red silk is flying in disorder, the Youhe star lights the lotus lantern, and when the fireworks fill the sky, I suddenly look back, but the man is in the dimly lit place, with lips curled into a smile, and his eyebrows and cold eyes turning into spring water. Pure and charming.

The author has something to say: there are still a few chapters to finish the article:-D

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