It's Double Ninth Festival again in a blink of an eye.

Think about last year's Double Ninth Festival, everyone returned to Jiushan Mountain to climb high and appreciate the red leaves. A group of people played the "Everything Heavenly Continue" game brought by Dan Tai Furong on the top of the mountain again...

Everything is like being born yesterday.

Xizi looked at the view of the farmhouse outside the window and sighed softly. Although three months have passed, he still couldn't believe that the Tang family would fall into such a field.

I remembered that the fourth brother and Yingyuan had gone from two irrelevant people to "she sailed through storms", but now these two people are far away from each other.

"You can go in later, I won't go." Wen Xidian, who was in the same car, said, "You can only meet three people at a time. Just have you as your representative in our family. Don't take advantage of other people's shortcomings."

Xizi nodded and looked at the nearby courtyard in the village. He was almost anxious to see Yingyuan.

When they finally got off the carriage, when they arrived outside the fence, they saw a guest waiting in front of the door. A simple table was set up in front of the door. Several officers and soldiers were not sure what they were talking to the guest.

Xizi had heard from Ruicai before that as long as the regulations are met, the people inside agreed to meet again, and this door is not difficult to enter. Seeing the situation in front of him, he couldn't help but hesitate. He touched the veil that was covering his face before slowly walking forward.

Then he realized that the guest in front of the door was writing words on the red paper on the table, and it seemed that he was writing couplets.

I also heard one of the officers and soldiers say: "These words are just like the children in the school. It's okay to just post them at home. Just like what you said, you can take them to a calligraphy and painting shop to sell them? In my opinion, I can't even replace two dou of rice."

The man didn't say anything, but still kept writing.

Xizi walked up gently and saw the man writing a couplet with a horizontal banner: Spring returns to the earth.

The strokes are written carefully, and the words are not shown off. They have a rare innocent and simple spirit. The paintings of the earth and the graffiti seem to make people feel the warm atmosphere of spring and the warmth of the earth. After watching it for a long time, they feel ups and downs.

Xizi stared at those words and was almost fascinated by it.

After writing the last word, the man said, "I heard that it is necessary to enter the door and I am not used to bringing cash. Let's express my feelings for these couplets."

The officers and soldiers had a good relationship with the Tang family, so they did not make things difficult for the person in front of them. One of the officers and soldiers asked, "Who are you going to meet?"

"My sister is the second wife of the Tang family. This time I am visiting my sister's family." This man blew the couplets with the ink marks on his hand and hung them on an old persimmon tree in front of the door. Several red couplets were already hanging on the tree, and the yellow persimmons in the green give people a sense of spring and autumn fruit.

When the officers and soldiers heard the words of "The Second Mrs. Tang Family", they showed a very complicated expression, smiling and said without a smile: "That second wife is no longer inside, and she has been back to her parents' home to enjoy a happy life."

Xizi stood not far away and listened, just now guessing the identity of this person. When he reported to leave the house, he was actually from the Jiang family. Then he wondered that he had just thought it was just wrong, and he felt that he was sighing in his heart: calligraphy and painting are really different from others. This young master of the Jiang family is not too old, and his calligraphy has accumulated strength and his future is immeasurable.

"Young Master Jiang" wearing a scarf on his head was stunned: "Have you returned to your parents' home? Why don't I know? Which parents' home I went to?"

The officers and soldiers said impatiently: "Of course I went back to the house of the Minister of Works. How could the daughter of the Minister of Works be suffering in such a ghost place? Now I have abandoned my mother-in-law and left my daughter, and went back to my parents' home to enjoy the happiness!"

"Mr. Jiang" still seems to be puzzled: "Ministry of Works? Isn't it Hanlin Academy? If my sister returns to Lanxi's parents' home, how can my brother be ignorant?"

Seeing that it was not clear, the officers and soldiers waved their hands and looked at the girl behind them: "Anyway, the person you are looking for is not here, so don't delay the girl behind them. Who are you looking for?"

The girl was wearing a veil and only showed a pair of beautiful eyes. She looked at "Mr. Jiang" with her eyes, but she looked like she had a clear understanding of everything: "I'm afraid that the one I and my husband are looking for is the same family. Since the husband is from Lanxi, the one I want to visit is probably the third wife of the Tang family. The one I want to meet today happened to be the third wife of the third wife."

This person suddenly realized when Xizi said it, and slapped Xiaoyaozi on his head: "I'm confused! My sister is clearly the third wife of the Tang family, and my brother-in-law is Tang Sanlang!" As he said that, he nodded to Xizi again: "Thank you for the reminder of the girl!"

But Xizi walked up and bowed respectfully to the person: "Student Xizi has met Mr. Halfway."

The man was stunned when he heard this, stared at Xizi in front of him, and smiled slightly for a long time: "I dare not call myself a gentleman. Miss Xizi is very talented, but I am afraid that her future prospects in calligraphy and painting will be limitless."

The two were talking here when they suddenly heard a shout from the gate of the courtyard: "Xizi!!"

Xizi then looked over, and his eyes became wet in an instant, but he saw Yingyuan wearing a cloth turban around his head, and his face became much thinner. Although he was smiling, there seemed to be a hidden worry in his bright eyes.

Xizi wiped his eyes, and as she saw Yingyuan rushing towards him, she rushed over in a hurry: "Yingyuan!"

The two friends were probably infected by each other and actually hugged each other and started crying. Xiaoxiao was not feeling well in the past two days. She was always worried about her sick grandfather's situation in the prison. Now that she saw Xizi, she inexplicably remembered Wen Xixiu again, so she couldn't stop crying.

Xizi was crying, but now she was so angry that she cried and her eyes were red. She said in anger: "I have thought about it for a long time... but my third brother always said that the timing is wrong... I miss you every day, and I miss my fourth brother..."

Xiaoxiao also sobbed, "I know, I know everything... I'm pretty good here, I just miss you..." Xiaoxiao cried and looked up and saw his uncle standing behind Xizi. He left Xizi's arms for a moment and threw himself into his uncle's arms: "Uncle! Why are you here? My mother was talking about you yesterday... How are grandpa and he... uncle, how have we seen each other for so many years... Last time we met was on the streets of Kuala Lumpur..."

Xiaoxiao has indeed not seen his uncle for many years. He went to Kuala Lumpur for a trip in his previous life and met his uncle who was sketching along the way. He never saw him again, until today when he came to Yuanlong Dynasty...

Xiaoxiao's uncle, whose big name is Gu Sheng (pronounced "cilantro"). As a genius of calligraphy and painting, he was quite famous when he was young and called himself Bantu Shanren.

Gu Feng listened to his niece crying intermittently, but he didn't hear the vague words behind him clearly. At this moment, he wiped his niece's tears: "There is no need to worry about the clouds when the water is in the end."

Xiaoxiao also felt that he had lost his composure today. He wiped his tears with the handkerchief handed over by his uncle, and after a long time he smiled: "It's such a coincidence today. You master and apprentice met here and here! This is also fate!"

Xizi felt particularly honored for a moment and never dared to think that he could meet his idol halfway through Shanren in this life.

Unexpectedly, Gu Gao said: "I really don't dare to call Miss Xizi's master. The mountains and rivers in the girl's paintings have the Zen meaning of Wang Mojie. I would rather be friends with the girl and discuss the painting together."

When Xiaoxiao heard this, he was stunned for a long time: Is this still my lonely uncle? Painting friend? Shanren halfway, is the master of calligraphy and painting who even a certain prince dares to refuse to accept as his disciple! Painting friend? Master wants to become a friend of the painting with Xizi?

Xizi was also flattered and hurriedly said, "Sir, I really don't dare to take this from you!"

Gu Chang was just smiling at this moment, and his blue heron's gray robe danced slightly under the autumn sun.

——Many years later, Gu Gao recalled this encounter with Xizi, saying: It is extremely beautiful and chaotic.

Xizi laughed and said that he judged people by his appearance, and Gu Feng said again: Because he had seen your calligraphy and painting before, it made people feel even more amazing.

——At this time, Shan Niang also walked out of the yard to see her younger brother. Xiaoxiao gave the living room to her mother and uncle, and she sat and chatted with Xizi under the old persimmon tree next to the bamboo fence.

After all, it was all about Xizi's reassurance: "There are fresh vegetables in the fields, the rice and flour in the granary are full, and there are many bacons. They raise a group of chickens, eggs are ready-made, and a dairy sheep is also raised. Children don't have to worry about not having food!"

Xizi nodded slowly, but still worried, "I always feel that Yingyuan seems to be full of thoughts."

Xiaoxiao sighed, not wanting to add trouble to Xizi anymore. The Wen family had already helped him too much before. He asked Prince An for this matter. Not to mention whether it worked, he was even dissatisfied: "Of course there are things to worry about. After all, now is not as good as before, but I believe that life will be slowly accomplished. With you friends, I feel that I am the luckiest person in the world."

Xizi held Xiaoxiao's hand and said nothing for a while.

Xiaoxiao changed the topic and said, "It's such a coincidence today. You actually met my uncle! I haven't seen him for many years! It seems that you are really destined to be with Hua!"

"I feel so too!" Xizi also focused his head and said curiously: "I really didn't expect that Shanren Midway was so young. Although I knew he had become famous at a young age, I grew up watching his paintings since I was a child. I always felt that this person would be at least in his thirties, and today I don't look like him."

Xiaoxiao made up his fingers and calculated: "My uncle is one round older than me. I am fifteen this year, so he is twenty-seven!"

Xizi was even more surprised: "He's younger than my second brother!"

Xiaoxiao said softly: "It seems that your painting really caught his eye. I have never heard of anyone he calls a friend! He just now used you to compare with Wang Wei, which shows your place in his heart!"

Xizi also stroked his heart and said, "Amitabha, I was frightened when I heard it. I dare not compare with Wang Wei!"

...

At this time, two officers and soldiers who went to the back of the room to patrol the pavilion were chatting: "Why did I hear that girl call that person Mr. Bantu? Could it be that Bantu Shanren?"

Halfway Shanren is a symbol of the calligraphy and painting world of Yuanlong Dynasty, and there is nothing that men, women, young and old don’t know about.

Another officer and soldier laughed unconsciously: "Don't dream, how could the half-way mountain man come to our farmyard? If we really get a couplet from the half-way mountain man, we will really not have to worry about getting married!"

Another person also felt that he was just thinking: "Yes, I heard that the calligraphy of masters like that is sold by rulers. People pay not silver, but gold!"

Another person laughed and said, "That person wrote and stroked, and there was no such thing as flying dragons and phoenixes! He also asked us to take the couplets to the calligraphy and painting shop to exchange for money? Haha, it would be good if someone else called it out!"

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This is a later story - later, these single officers and soldiers married their wives based on the couplets they received that day, and they all married Ruyi Lady who was as beautiful as a flower.
Chapter completed!