In the blink of an eye, it's September again.
When Cui Xie first entered this world, it was eighteen years of Chenghua. At the beginning of September that year, he was still shirtless in his hometown to promote romance novels; now, he has become a capitalist who owns three chain bookstores, and readers beg for books.
However, people's needs will never stop because of increased wealth and status. In a previous life, he read a poem in a brochure issued by an elderly health care company, and it wrote: "I'm so busy that I'm hungry, I just have enough food and I think about clothes. wife."
At that time, he was busy doing his graduation thesis and looking for a job. Now, in the Ming Dynasty, he has become a small celebrity who has money and status and has been met by the emperor. Instead, he feels the profoundness of this poem.
Just now the two shops of the Cui family were set up, and everyone in the family could drink cow and goat milk, so he was moved to the adults of Jin Yiwei. Originally, he had been ready for a lifetime of unrequited love with a straight man, but Xie Ying agreed, but he was dissatisfied, and he disliked the fact that there was too little time to date twice a month, and it was unhappy that he could not date in August.
Thinking of the buddies who were engaged in foreign romances in college, they didn't see each other for a year, didn't they endure it? He is too rude!
While complaining about himself, Cui Xie put on a newly made black cyan robe, and walked out to the outer courtyard with his handkerchief in his hand, hurriedly put on the bridle, and led the horse out.
He was still riding a little stallion. The horse knew that he was going to take him out as soon as he got on the bridle. He snorted proudly at the mare next to him, and dragged his master out on the slate. And go.
This time, the address for the date was not at Xie's house, but at Pingpo Mountain, which is Cuiwei Mountain in later generations. Due to the inconvenience of carriages on the mountain road, Xie Ying sent him a message early and asked him to meet each other at Pingpo Temple on horseback. Xie Shan, the exclusive coachman, was finally able to rest for a day, and Cui Xie no longer had to go into his front-loading washing machine. Both of them were very satisfied.
It was not yet frost in early September, but the red leaves on the mountain were already red. Xie Ying was standing at the bottom of the small market outside the mountain gate in front of the temple in a red dress.
Cui Xie urged the horse to walk a few steps quickly, before jumping off the horse in front of him and asking, "Brother Xie, why are you waiting here? It's so cold on the mountain, wouldn't it be better to wait in the temple?"
Xie Ying smiled, took his hand and touched it, feeling a little cold, so she took out a large cloak from a bag on the horse and put it on him, saying, "I haven't seen you for more than a month, you seem to be taller again. ?"
Cui Xie felt warm all over his body, he pulled out his hand and said, "My hands are cold, don't freeze you." As he spoke, he saw his chestnut horse tied to a nearby tree, and asked, "When will you be waiting here? Well, haven't you been to the temple yet?"
Xie Ying unfastened the reins, turned over, and shook his head: "Come back and look at the scenery in the mountains first."
On the 15th day of the first lunar month, many people burn incense in the temple. Although the two of them are standing in a remote place, they are conspicuous and will attract attention sooner or later. Xie Ying, a local, often came to burn incense, and led Cui Xie to a place in the mountain where there were few pedestrians and the road was gentle. At the top of the mountain, there was a hundred miles of flat slope, with lush vegetation, and the scenery was open and just perfect for enjoying the scenery.
The two picked up a place with few people and sparse trees and a clean big rock to rest, tied the horse to a big tree behind them, and fed the horse with some black beans.
From where they were sitting, they could just see the scenery of Lushi Mountain and Jue Mountain, and the sky was clear and blue, which is unique to autumn, which made people feel open-minded. Cui Xie stood on the big boulder overlooking the mountain, and read the phrase "Xishan is coming, it's refreshing."
Xie Ying took a jar of wine and a box of cakes from the bag next to the saddle, spread a thick felt blanket woven with colorful patterns on the ground, and told him to sit down and eat something.
Seeing Xie Ying laying out the blankets and taking things, Cui Xie felt a little embarrassed, rubbed his hands and said, "I thought I had everything in the temple, so I didn't prepare it. I knew I would have a picnic, so I asked someone to make something to eat. Brought it."
Xie Ying shook his head: "I don't need to stay in the wild for so long. I just thought that we won't have a chance to meet on the Double Ninth Day. I will take you out to climb the mountain in advance, drink chrysanthemum wine, and eat Double Ninth cake, which is also a holiday."
He poured out two glasses of slightly blue wine, opened the box, revealing a box full of cakes, raised his glass and said to Cui Xie, "I didn't ask anyone to make Chongyang cakes, just ordinary cakes, I remember you like to eat these. Like. I didn't ask people to imitate those milk snacks made by your family, I'm afraid you will eat fudge at home. "
Drinking wine can drive away the cold and warm the body.
The two raised their glasses and drank two full glasses. Xie Ying was still waiting to pour him wine, Cui Xie said curiously, "You don't usually tell me to drink more, but today you've banned alcohol?"
Is the ban okay? Xie Ying leaned over and pressed his cheek against his, feeling that it was still cold, so he poured him another cup and said, "It's cold, so I'll give you a few more cups to warm up. Vegetarian wine steamed with Baiguo Wine, you are not afraid of crashing into the Zen temple when you eat it, sleep in the temple when you are drunk, and go home when you wake up.”
Well, anyway, Pingpo Temple is the Xiangjie Temple in later generations. He has played there before, and there is nothing to see.
Cui Xie ate his snacks, drank another glass of wine, raised the jug and poured it over Xie Ying, borrowed the wine to cover his face, and recited a lewd poem to him with a smile: "Pie Cai Xiaoxi, not seen for a day, like three autumns Xi."
Xie Ying really didn't know that the poem was a "poem of prostitution", thinking that he was acting like a spoiled child, complaining about lovesickness, so he lowered his head and drank the wine from his glass, holding the glass and his fingers and saying, "You have this book down. Don't read it in vain. Confucius said, 'If you don't learn poetry, you have nothing to say', you can use the Book of Songs as your own words, and you can be considered as a thorough study?"
Cui Xie turned the glass and said, "I haven't learned enough yet, and I have only read Zhu Zi and Mao's poems. ", whose poem is about seeing Ge Qixing, and expressing a deep-seated emotion. The woman's thoughtful heart is in touch with Xiao Ge'ai and other foreign objects she picked at that time. Write poetry to chant it."
In the poem, the wild grasses are everywhere, even on the top of the mountain, but now the weather is getting colder, and these grasses have decayed before frost. If it comes out a month or half earlier, I am afraid that I will still see the wormwood that is blooming and bearing fruit.
He randomly pulled a few half-yellow grasses over, regardless of whether it was Xiao grass or not, he circled Xie Ying's hands a few times, and said with a slight smile, "I'm also excited when I see something."
Seeing people get excited is also happy.
Xie Ying held his hand with his backhand, wrapped half of the grass stalk around his hand, pinched the hand that became whiter and slenderer and lined with dry grass, and said, "When I read the Analects, I saw it saying, 'Poetry can be fun, it can be View, you can group, you can complain'. We don't read scriptures in martial arts, and then we were busy with errands, and we didn't have a place to learn these things. It's rare to recognize you as a scholar. Tell me carefully, what is 'xing'?"
... Brother, which "Xing" do you want to listen to
The two of us haven't seen each other for a month and a half. After we meet, we don't have time to eat, drink, and have fun, and we have to talk about the Book of Songs. Is this still called dating
Cui Xie felt a little sad and angry, and wished he could lift up his skirt and teach him what "Xing" is.
Xie Ying looked at his reluctant look, and knew that it was inhuman to preach the scriptures at this time, but after asking him to read poems and play tricks for so long, he would really be "humane" if he didn't preach the scriptures. He touched Cui Xie's slightly hot cheeks and comforted him: "Tell me about it, and I will tell you a story, the story of Pingpo Temple at the foot of the mountain, how about it?"
I'm afraid it's not coaxing him to be six years old, right? It is better to get up and practice a sword than to teach the scriptures.
Cui Xie sighed in an old-fashioned manner, and said helplessly: "Zhu Zi explained Xing as 'feeling the will', as explained by Mr. Sinology, he said, 'Xing is born of anger.' Xing is the one in the chest. Guzheng excites the spirit of exaltation, and the former king collected poems to educate the people in order to invigorate the spirit in his chest.
"Xing is rooted in love. When writing poetry, there is a desire to be released in the heart, and the external objects contain the principles of heaven and earth, and the principles are exactly in line with the aspirations in my heart. If the emotions and the rationale are in harmony, the heart and the things are sympathetic, and the scene in front of me will naturally become Great article…”
In front of a beautiful woman who should be in harmony with his "knowledgeable heart", why can't he "respect" and "connect" well, so why do you have to listen to his articles
Xie Ying sat cross-legged on the corner of the blanket, letting him put his head on his lap, lying there and slowly teaching, feeding him a sip of fruit wine from time to time. Seeing that he was speaking slowly, like when he was about to get drunk, he fed him with grapes and begonias to help him get rid of the alcohol.
His firepower is stronger than Cui Xie, and he only wears a few layers of single clothes these days. When he was taking things, the wide sleeves brushed against Cui Xie's face and chest from time to time, making his face itchy, so he couldn't help grabbing that hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Roll up your sleeves and scrape them again. I'm going to tear it off."
Xie Ying glanced down and saw that half of his sleeves were piled up on Cui Xie's face, covering most of his face, only showing his right eye and the corner of his mouth. Although his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, the corners of his mouth contained a smile, and he reached out to touch his face.
Xie Ying lowered his head, so that he could reach him, let him scratch on his face, roll up his sleeves and persuade: "Don't make too much trouble, go to the temple later, be careful to bump into the gods and Buddhas. ."
Cui Xie asked in surprise, "Brother Xie actually believes in Buddhism? Is he a layman?" No wonder his view of love is so old-fashioned that he has to study it before he can make a foundation... He originally thought it was because the people of the Ming Dynasty were conservative!
Xie Ying said with a smile: "That is to say, you can see what mountains are on the mountains, and worship what temples you encounter. When I was in the palace, I heard Master Jixiao, Li Jiancheng and the others talk about Buddhism and Taoism, and they all felt good. Master also pays attention to the integration of the three religions, so I am familiar with it, so naturally I also follow it, but I am not as sincere as you believe."
Cui Xie looked at him with a question mark on his face.
Seeing his reaction, Xie Ying was also a little confused: "Don't you believe in a Bodhisattva? The Guanyin picture you gave me back then was like an incarnation of a Bodhisattva, and the pictures of Guanyin I saw elsewhere were not so pure. Buddha's Birthday, Zhongyuan, New Years... Isn't the Qingzhutang that sells Buddhist scriptures during festivals also yours? Don't you also paint the Antiy General Assembly for the emperor, like the real face of a god and Buddha falling on paper?"
No... I'm just a porter for a TV show.
No wonder Xie Ying took him to a Xiangjie Temple on a big holiday, and he looked like he wanted to be a monk.
Cui Xie showed a sad smile: "I only know how to draw, but I'm not as religious as Brother Xie thinks. Let's meet at home next time. After all, it's not very convenient in the temple."
Xie Ying brushed a note on his forehead and scolded softly: "Don't talk nonsense, such words can be easily spoken? I think you don't want to teach the scriptures anymore, so don't stay here, go to the temple to eat some Pingpo Temple, the emperor was lucky enough to have passed by, and there are indeed some miraculous things in it, let’s pray sincerely and ask for peace.”
Pingpo Temple Ren Temple was repaired once during the years, and it was renamed Dayuantong Temple, but the world still called it Pingpo Temple, and it was also written as Pingpo Temple when writing poems.
Xie Ying remembered that Cui Xie was a person who had never been out of the house. After taking him into the temple, he led him to see the monument, a pair of tall ancient trees, and then entered the main hall to see the third Buddha, and the rear hall to see the Guanyin of Teng Tire. Master, look at King Kong in the side hall... I don't really believe it when I say it, but I just listen to what people say.
Cui Xie also respected a lot when he got to the temple. He worshipped when he should, and donated when he needed to donate. He also put on a few sticks of cigarettes, knelt in front of the Buddha and muttered his congratulations. He doesn't have any ambitions either. He just hopes that his life in the Ming Dynasty will be smooth, he will be admitted to the jinshi early and retire early...
He turned his head slightly, glanced at Xie Ying, the corners of his mouth twitched unknowingly, and then lowered his head to wish: "By the way, be with Xie Ying earlier, don't have to be like now, going out to play is like being a thief."
After he lowered his head, Xie Ying also turned his eyes to look at him, but his expression was much deeper. He turned around and prayed silently: "... If I receive the blessing of my Buddha, the disciple would like to donate 500 taels of silver to repair the hall."
The two of them each made a wish, and they both stood up, and without having to ask what the other had promised, they went to the meditation room among the pilgrims, ate a plain vegetarian meal, and did not leave until after noon.
After descending Pingpo Mountain, far away from the temple, Xie Ying took out a brocade box from his sleeve and handed it to Cui Xie, asking him to keep it. Cui Xie felt familiar when he saw it, shook his head and smiled and said, "This is an eyeliner box from my house. How did Brother Xie think of giving this to me? Could it be that this is really fashionable in Jinyiweili?"
Xie Ying had never painted it herself, and she had not reached the height where she could see that others had applied eyeliner. She shook her head and said, "I got it from the Gao family when I was listening to a play. You are the only one I have in my heart, and I don’t want to send you to anyone else? Even if you keep the accumulated dust, it’s still my heart—don’t take it back, just put it on the cabinet and sell it.”
Gao Su's eyeliner was still given by the shopkeeper, but it was returned to him after going around. It's almost like buying dim sum as gifts during the New Year's New Year, and sending them back and forth, and finally giving them back to the person who bought them.
After all, Cui Xie also accepted the gift, and was a little happy. He pushed the box into his sleeve and said, "Forget it, I don't care what it is. That's it."
Xie Ying smiled, his eyes fell on the lid of the box, he hesitated, and finally said, "Let's go back."
He had done everything he should have done, and he just wanted to go back, but Cui Xie remembered: "You told me a story after you said it? Why did you stop telling me after walking around the temple?"
Xie Ying smiled and said, "I didn't make fun of you. It's just that this story is about Pingpo Temple, and it was difficult to tell in the temple at the time. Do you remember the King Kong I just showed you? Do you think it's newer than the statues elsewhere?"
It seems so, where did he care about looking at the Buddha statue at that time, he didn't pay attention.
Xie Ying looked back at the Buddhist temple, with a slanted dizziness on his face, showing a somewhat pious and solemn look: "This is a few years ago when I hadn't become a thousand households in the guard house, and I first started to be a ceremonial guard. I was lucky enough to be in the temple with Long Live Lord. The vajra that I showed you was a black-faced vajra at that time. Long live, he smiled and said: 'This is like a vajra in a fire'. Later, the vajra image was burned overnight, and now it is It's like a new one."
Ming Xianzong is really extraordinary!
This crow's mouth... is so convinced, as expected of the emperor!
Cui Xie really didn't know what to say, so he could only shut up and be amazed. Xie Ying had a sincere look, and said with emotion: "I don't know if King Kong felt the emperor's decree and burned this statue, or if the emperor was an extraordinary person who knew beforehand that the Buddha statue would be destroyed."
However, if such a strange thing can happen, presumably this temple is more effective than other places. They have worshipped Buddha here and made a wish. After all, there will be Buddhas and Bodhisattvas to bless them, and they will achieve what they want.
The two ran all the way outside the city in bridles, and only went home separately after entering the city. Cui Xie returned to the courtyard with the gift for the date in his sleeves. When he entered the door, no one cared about it. He rolled on the bed with the box for a while, closed his eyes and silently imagined Xie Ying's eyeliner at home with the door quietly closed.
In fact, men also wear makeup. Modern male actors have to wear makeup when they appear in dramas and shows, and some of their classmates in Chinese Studies also wear makeup to school. For such a fashionable character as Jin Yiwei, is it not a big deal to draw eyeliner
Brother Xie's painting is definitely better than those people.
Lying on the bed, he touched the box and fantasized about it for a long time, then opened the box and took out the small porcelain box containing the eyeliner, to see if it had been used. When I took the box, the makeup brush and a piece of paper floated down and slammed on the bed.
In order to save costs, they used thin paper to print the instructions at the beginning. Why does this paper look thick and heavy? Could it be that Brother Xie wrote a love letter and was embarrassed to give it to him in person, and was caught in this box
Cui Xie's heart skipped a beat, he sat up suddenly, picked up the piece of paper and unfolded it—
There is not a single handwriting on the paper, only a pair of eyes are drawn, which is not very skilled, but can be seen with some familiar charm.
Cui Xie held the paper in both hands, sat cross-legged on the bed and looked back and forth for a long time, his face full of smiles. He folded the painting and put it in a box, and hid it in the bottom of the bookcase. Then he turned over and got out of bed, took a pencil and a stack of double-layer thick paper, and used a wooden board to form an easel, and slowly typed it.
Don't you want to see him by painting his eyes? If you can't see a real person, you can also talk about lovesickness by looking at a painting.
Anyway, this painting can only be given to him next time we meet, so Cui Xie is not in a hurry to paint it, he just edited the draft countless times, and it is even more elaborate when coloring, so he is not afraid to waste time. The person in the painting is a little older than he is now, and his facial features are tougher and more mature and stable. Not all of them are painted in mirror images, but more close to what he saw in photos and videos in his previous life.
In six years, he can look like this, right
He pinched his cheeks and could feel a little bit of baby fat, which should all be gone by then, turning into a mature and capable man.
Will Xie Ying like his change? Can it be seen from the painting that he will be such a tall and safe person in the future
He couldn't even wait for the next rest, wishing he could immediately send someone to give this picture to Xie Ying. But who knew that before the messenger left, the Xie family sent someone to look for him, and brought him some not so good news—
The two captains who escorted Xu's garrison had returned from Ping Haiwei. They also brought his second younger brother, Cui Heng, back to Beijing. They were on the boat in Beijing. They were in Tongzhou and could enter Beijing early tomorrow.
The author has something to say: The part about "Xing" uses Wang Fuzhi's theory, refer to Wang Fuzhi's "Shi Guang Zhuan" Poetic Thought Research