It was night.
It started to drizzle.
Liang Shanbo leaned against the window, listening to the sound of the rain hitting the banana leaves.
Inside the window, Cai Wei had lit up the candle flame and protected it with a cover to prevent it from being blown out by the wind.
Liang Shanbo opened the letter and read it carefully.
This letter was personally written by his mother, Madam Liang.
The hairpin flower on the letter bloomed like a plum blossom, pleasing to the eye.
This was Hairpin Flower Small Regular Script.
It was created by Lady Wei. Her name was Wei Shuo, also known as Maoyi. She was a female calligrapher of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Rumor had it that she was Wang Xizhi's teacher when she was young.
To be able to be the teacher of the Sage of Calligraphy, Wang Xizhi, it was evident that Lady Wei's calligraphy skills were extremely high.
In fact, that was the case.
Mrs. Wei's family had three generations of profound learning. Her grandfather Wei Kai, uncle Wei Guan and brother Wei Heng were all famous calligraphers and calligraphy theories. Later, she learned from Zhong Yao. After she finally learned it, Lady Wei melted the bell and Wei's calligraphy in a furnace. She changed the flat square of the bell body into a rectangular shape, which was elegant and beautiful, clear and agile. Later generations called it Yuanhua Small Regular Script.
In fact, the elegant, graceful, smooth, and clean features of the Hairpin-style Small Regular Script were inherited from Zhong Yao's calligraphy style.
However, Lady Wei's Hairpin-style Small Regular Script, which was created on the basis of Zhong Yao's slim and clean appearance, revealed a kind of clear and graceful charm.
Zhong Yao once praised Lady Wei's calligraphy, saying that it was like " the ice in a broken jade pot, the moon in a rotten Yaotai, as gentle as a tree, as gentle as a breeze."”
It could be said to be an extremely high evaluation.
Because the style of the hairpin flower small regular script was gentle and beautiful, after it was created, it was deeply favored by women.
Ladies born in aristocratic families mostly practiced when they were young. Ladies who could write small regular script with hairpin flowers would also be regarded as talented by others.
Before his mother married his father, Liang Wenshan, she was a branch of the Wang family in Langya.
As a lady of the Wang family, she had naturally studied and practiced a very handsome and otherworldly style of writing.
The letter was very long, and most of it asked about Liang Shanbo's situation after Qiantang, whether he had become Sun Chuo's disciple, whether he was used to living there, and so on.
His words were filled with his mother's concern for him.
At the end of the letter, she simply mentioned that she was doing well at home and asked Liang Shanbo not to worry about her and to focus on his studies.
After reading the letter carefully, Liang Shanbo kept it.
Then, he spread out the paper, ground the ink, and began to write a reply.
The general content of the letter was mainly about what he had seen and heard in Qiantang.
This included successfully becoming a disciple of Sun's sect, befriending the Zhu family of Shangyu on the way, and meeting Liu Hui after coming to Qiantang.
In the middle of it, there were some interesting things that Liang Shanbo had encountered along the way, as well as the beautiful scenery he had seen.
After that, he expressed his concern and greetings to his mother.
The letter was thousands of words long, and Liang Shanbo only stopped writing when the candle was already half-lit.
After reading the letter, he dried the ink and put it into an envelope. He sealed it with wax and placed it on the table.
Tomorrow morning, he would have Si Jiu send it to the courier station and send it home.
After doing all this, Liang Shanbo stretched his body and picked up another letter.
This letter was written to him by Zhu Yingtai.
He opened the letter and saw that it was also filled with small, elegant words.
However, it was not the hairpin flower small regular script that women often practiced, but the orthodox running regular script.
He was not in a hurry to read the contents of the letter. Just by looking at the words, he could see that the logic was clear, the strokes were strong, and a beautiful posture arose spontaneously.
Just this alone required not only ten years of foundation, but also a little spiritual aura.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to have such charm.
After appreciating it for a while, Liang Shanbo started to read the contents of the letter.
Brother Shan Bo said,"
The day before yesterday, we parted, and the journey was very deep. How have you been?
My elder brother and I have entered the academy. The head of the mountain and his teaching knowledge are profound. In the morning, we practice rhyme and Luosheng chanting, and in the afternoon, we teach Confucian scriptures. Although it has been a short time since we came here, we have benefited a lot.
……
When we heard that Brother Shan Bo had successfully entered Mr. Sun Chuo's tutelage, my brother and I were extremely happy. My brother once said that Brother Shan Bo had both virtue and ability, literary talent and martial strategy, understanding ancient and modern theories, understanding the views of mountains and seas, and was admired by many people.
I heard that on the 21st of this month, Mister Sun Chuo will be holding a gathering at Bright Saint Lake Island. My elder brother and I will be there. When we meet Brother Shan Bo, we look forward to it.
The book is short and the meaning is long. It is difficult to express the feeling of missing.
Zhu Yingtai's hands are solemn.
……
A letter was also a thousand words long.
The flowery paper carried a faint fragrance. Liang Shanbo couldn't help but take a deep breath. In his trance, he seemed to see that valiant woman writing this letter to him by candlelight at night.
As he wrote, the corners of his mouth would occasionally curl up, and at other times, he would be in a daze.
As he thought about it.
Liang Shanbo couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.
Coming back to his senses, Liang Shanbo ground the ink, spread out the letter, and then began to write a reply.
Brother Yingtai said,"
Yesterday I got a letter and read it repeatedly. I was so moved that I couldn't speak...
After writing hundreds of words, he put down his brush.
He sealed the letter and looked out the window.
At some point, the wind and rain stopped.
Only the chirping of birds and insects could be heard in the world, mixed with the refreshing air that entered his nose.
What he saw, heard, and felt made him feel relaxed and happy.
All of a sudden, a poem appeared in his mind and he unknowingly recited it:
"Clinically leaning against the railing at night, the window is fragrant and dewy.”
"Listen to the sound of dripping leaves, the rain moistens the autumn moon's sleep.”
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