Chapter 10: Beauty is like a painting, but I miss the good fate
Although Sima Rui didn't buy the painting of a beauty, he was still attracted by the beauty in the painting. However, the painting was like a real beauty looking back with a smile, but it was so seductive. It was as if the trace and back view were gradually disappearing. This scene made many people think that it was hard to part with the old scene. The scholar's control of words and pictures was really: Let's part ways from the old days, we don't want to meet again. The first part of the poem was not mentioned, as if it was laid out in front of his eyes. The emblem was announced and the ink was drawn. Now the grass became the new meaning of the second part of the poem, falling onto the paper. It was filled with dense coolness, like the fragrance of the wilderness. The inkstone and ink brush, with the most indulgent cursive calligraphy spread out, read the handwritten bamboo slips, as if to see an old friend. That beauty was both illusory and real. The person in the painting seemed to have a beautiful face, graceful and charming, and her skin was as delicate as jade. Was there really such a beauty in the world?
This day, Yan Ruyu had nothing to do and felt very sad. She looked at Yuan Tian and thought, Every emotion needed to go through the accumulation of time and the test of time? However, seeing a distant helplessness and pain again would probably blow away her longing heart. Looking for that dream of love in the Vast Expanse, was it just the beginning? Follow the footsteps of love, this is the only way I love you? The scenery here is so lonely that it can be solidified, but it is still invaded by chaos. What is the perfect atmosphere around me that can dissolve the thousands of knots of my loneliness? From the first page of the story, I thought it was already a magnificent scenery. I imagined a history full of love. I traveled through time. Love was like a movie. That primitive and mysterious love was still quiet and unaffected by the four seasons. That dream of many years, as if all these hopes were condensed in this moment, the dream was still blurred.
The maid could tell that the young lady was sad, but she couldn't say anything.
Yan Ruyu had a lot on her mind. Erotic vortex, deep analysis of love, but do you know the cause of failure and success? How could he hide the cause of his own seed? A touch of love could affect the whole body, but this injustice was the result? Why did his deep feelings leak out? The entanglement of love, the merciless retribution, the life owed had been repaid? Those who owe tears, do they still cry? Revenge is not to be underestimated, separation and reunion are due to the previous decision? Seeing through love, hate and madness, why waste your life? Clean comes clean, clean goes clean, but who is lucky enough to be clean all his life and not be disturbed by the world of mortals?
Yan Ruyu looked at the mirror-like lake in the mountains not far away. Like clouds and mist, the mountains and rivers were beautiful, birds were singing, flowers were fragrant, and insects were chirping. When he was interested, he asked the maid to bring the zither over.
The maid answered and left.
Sima Rui was deep in thought. Music entered his eardrums, and the beauty of the music followed the sound. He saw a beauty playing the zither. That beauty was the person in the painting that I Jian had drawn. He couldn't help but be shocked. He didn't expect that there was such a beautiful woman in this world. He couldn't help but be stunned.
He saw Yan Ruyu playing the zither in the attic. A ray of sunlight shone on the dense fog of the lake, forming a magnificent rainbow. The ten colors of the lake seemed to make Yan Ruyu feel like she was in a fairyland, but it was as if the gate of heaven had opened and the fairy was in the sky.
Just listening to the zither music, it seemed to accompany people to explore the world, and there was also a moment of intoxication to express the joys and sorrows of separation and reunion, which seemed to mean: Looking at you in the dust, you are both familiar and unfamiliar, but I don't know how to face you. How many flowers bloom and wither? He didn't know where he had gone. It was difficult to clean up without a trace, and who had picked up this dying scene? Heartbroken love. Meng Zui, how much loneliness, pain, and sorrow do you feel? But my longing for you has broken my years. Was the missed heart and the love in vain a love that flowed like a stream beside a rock? Whose desolate promise was it that made the Heaven's End Cliff fall apart, and who signed the Dream Words and wrote down his thoughts? She knew that they couldn't be together, but she still acted out the drama, but she was moved by her feelings. It hurt my heart. It ruined their relationship. Whose obsession was it that bloomed an unprecedented flower in the most humble place of the barbarian world? Swaying like a poem or painting of charm, but also like the clouds and clouds, but in the romance can not even afford to say. I can't get my spirits up. Who moved the heart and provoked the love, making it sunny and dreamy? He doesn't care about the depth of love and tramples on it at will, but he doesn't understand love. Disdain of love or not knowing it, that's why I didn't hold on to love. Looking back at the past life and the haggard today, how many memories would he not forget? It also forced people to forget. Who knows how many sad stories have swept away how many beautiful paintings? How many things were left to be written in ink and saliva? Splash all the tears of longing, why is it that the endless recollection of this situation still wants to say more? The endless love is buried in love and indulged in love, but who can really understand who to love? Knowing that lovesickness is bitter and long-lasting, but loneliness only shadows the world, and who is that person? A love once was so unforgettable that it would take a lifetime. Why wasn't it enough to continue the fate in the next life? If he couldn't do it in this life, it would be possible in the next life? Was the love on the Three Lives Stone fabricated by someone to fool the whole world? How many people are happy and how many people are sad about the purest true love? Why is the world full of tears of parting people? How much love can I have for you? How many lingering feelings did a sadness that could not be resolved in the heart have? How much melancholy does that missed opportunity have to be washed clean? Ask about love, ask about love, how many will make do in the world. Is accommodation not muddled love? It's the same for a lifetime, but I'm too picky and serious? Others can love in a daze, but why can't I still love? Whose luck hand is busy? Why didn't he see the blessings of the heavens? But did the matchmaker lose the mandarin duck book and the love letter?
When Sima Rui saw that there was such a beauty in the world, his eyes were clear and bright, and his smile was like a flower as he looked over.
Really: It is said that the beauty of the fairy is so rare, dazzling people's souls in a long time but also speechless. The ugly state of being fixated on the soul made people lose a clean heart, and there was no such thing as making a fuss. It made people born with half a star of filth. They couldn't help but want to do dirty things but didn't dare to do it. Regrettably, how could one disdain the popular and obvious customs of the marketplace? When he saw her like this, he was so mad that he didn't want her to be insulted at all. One faction's temperament was extremely elegant and elegant, thinking that love was the seed of love and could not love themselves. It could be seen that the character's quality was elegant and refined.
Sima Rui suddenly saw that those scenes actually started to move. It was a painting scene, but the painting scene shook a few times and disappeared in a flash. It turned out to be a mirage, shining brightly like a cloud, and turning everything into nothingness like a sea serpent swallowing a sea market. His heart jumped and he quickly said,"I must get this beauty. I'd rather not have the country."
Many people in Luoyang saw this beautiful scene in the horizon and clicked their tongues in wonder. Some people who knew Yan Ruyu thought,"I didn't expect Miss Yan to be reflected in the sky. Could it be that Miss Yan is a celestial fairy who has descended to the mortal world?"
But somehow, that "painting" was swept away by something
Ao Ze's mother was an open-minded person. As long as her son liked to not interfere, she also believed that her son's age was not up to her mother. When she was old, she could not care about so many things. Everything was free to fly freely. The only thing a mother could do was to support him. As long as the other party loved her son and did not mind that their family was poor, it would be fine. Whether it was good or bad, it was up to them to decide. Her mother was also very confident that she had raised such a handsome son. He would definitely be a talent in the future. Her many years of widowhood had not been in vain.
With his mother's support, Ao Ze came to see Yan Ruyu with a face full of love, but he didn't move the bridal sedan chair. He only used his eloquence to make an appointment.
Yan Ruyu was a girl, and it was not easy to talk about this matter. Although she had many complaints, she sighed that her parents were not by her side, and she sighed that she and her maid Yin 'er had met such a person. However, she found that she still had true feelings for him, so she comforted herself and pretended to be confused. Who asked her to love him so much? Even though she was unhappy with Ao Ze, there were things she couldn't say to him. Yes, how could a girl talk about love so easily in this era? She furrowed her brows and was lost in thought. That expression meant that she always wanted to free herself from loneliness.
Ao Ze only said that being with a beauty was a happy day. He also said," If I had known that Miss's calligraphy was good and that she was good at writing, it would be great if I could get Miss's calligraphy.
Yan Ruyu was so sad that she didn't have a place to say it. Naturally, when she heard it, she sold her ears and didn't agree. She was also protesting in her heart.
Ao Ze couldn't get a calligraphy treasure, so he showed off by himself. He often flirted with frivolous articles. Perhaps the most shameless men in the world were the ones who took the initiative. Although they were slower than women and did not mature as early as women, they were still able to talk about love quickly. What language is love? Why did he lose his self-restraint because of it? Because it is out of its mind, because it can't see clothes and still think clothes are worn down? Who am I without myself? To be wild and unrestrained for it? For it to disregard secular prejudice and throw it away? It turned out that this love made people risk their lives. I lost my sense of propriety. Confused people's hearts, wandering in the field of love, trapped in the web of love, not knowing what it is, but deeply devoted, even making people willing to die. Time flies, why not give in? And the glorious years? Where did time go? Why can't I find it and still suffer? A moment of spring night was worth thousands of gold. When bees and butterflies were wild, why would they care about gossip? Just like that? No matter what, I'm willing to be in a daze. They loved each other like this. Even though it was hard, they were still so sweet that no one else existed in their eyes. What eternal life and death, what eternal love and eternal love? He was willing to be delusional for the sake of love, willing to be heartbroken for the sake of love, and let the world of the two be so wonderful that no one would disturb them. I only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals. Give me a space. This is forever. I'm willing to make love today, even if it's just a dream.
Yan Ruyu didn't look at him and threw him to the side. She didn't say anything about her deep feelings for him, and her expression of joy and anger didn't show on her face. It was as if she had already seen through the love and hate madness in the world. She understood that there were too many people in the world who were at a loss and infatuated with him.
Seeing that he wasn't scolded, Ao Ze thought that the other party also liked to read it but was too embarrassed to say it out loud, so he gave it to her with more frivolous articles. The purpose was to make the other party commit the crime of voluntarily hugging the beauty, and act like a suave and elegant man.
Yan Ruyu was sad and couldn't say anything. One night, she couldn't help but play the piano alone.
The sound of the zither was like a wail: The beauty of the world is always chaotic because of your existence? Fortunately, she had encountered this feeling, but it was difficult to calm down. The dull life finally became intense because of the colorful richness. Why didn't spring feel strong? All unhappiness disappeared and became a moving poem. Why didn't the world change color? All kinds of surging emotions were too dull in front of this emotion to bring joy to people. Why did they compare? The most beautiful person in the world, me, has fallen into this relationship, and I'm willing to indulge in it for the rest of my life? The secret of life, but it was this eternal topic that made love last forever? He didn't encounter this love many times, but how many kinds of love could there be? The bottomless golden words of love relied on the power of a piece of paper. Why couldn't he understand the infinite fantasy and sorrow in it? The one with a knot in his heart. His heart was broken, and he was even more soul-stirring after tossing and turning. Why was he still so intoxicated, mesmerized, and crazy? Was it an intoxicating state to have someone in your heart? Why couldn't she see each other clearly even though she didn't look like herself because of love? Full of doubts and guesses? The one who can't find herself for love. She couldn't find the direction, but how could she not make the decision in her drunken life before her tears wet her clothes? If you want to surpass it, think about whether time and space are suitable. Why did you lose yourself? Or did he go astray in the wrong place? A soulmate is a moment of passion for love and beauty? Why is it always someone else and not me? The world has changed, but my feelings have not changed. Is it reliable? And naturally, why was it that many relationships were always made up for by one party? Is this enemy my true love? Why can't he let go? I'm just afraid that I've expressed my feelings wrongly, and my heart will be broken to the ground. It's just a blank check full of fragments, and others might not know how to appreciate it. Is it worth being wronged? Seeing how casual he is about love is messing up my mood, making people like and worry. Special love for special you, and this kind of love is the most frightening. His conflicted feelings, his cowardly reservedness, yet he was holding on for the last bit of his pitiful self-esteem? Worldly prejudice, differences in views, that insurmountable impossibility, but in his heart, he still accepted his fate? Now I want to put all my worries on the zither, which enemy will know? Who knew that this method did not understand my heart's worries, so what could I do? He had just let go of his eyebrows, but it was a knot in his heart that could not be untied. Is it a problem to have such eternal sorrow, bitterness, pain, and heartbreak? I'm so weak, but I can't jump out of this place. Why do I have to babble alone? She was still in love with him, yet she still played around with him so crazily. Wasn't she asking for trouble? A love has made me confused, but are all the people in the world as foolish as I am? Was that enemy secretly laughing? Or perhaps he didn't understand. If he didn't know how to flirt, would I still be willing to go crazy with him? But that oath of eternal love made a flower bloom and wither silently for him. How beautiful was that? Just like this, a pair of people were deceived by the truth? Pretending to be smart but being foolish? And you even feel good about yourself? She didn't even want to see the grudges in this world, so why did she have to face love and hate? However, he couldn't let go of the simple love story that he had only developed because he had been too serious? However, this unreasonable secular problem had a chance to tease the poor couple? I was the one who fell the hardest and hurt the most after all the effort I put in. It was said that love was more valuable, so why was his language full of filth? Could this be love?
When Ao Ze heard the sound of the zither, he found out that Yan Ruyu was holding the zither and reminiscing about the past, so he secretly listened. Perhaps it was because people thought it was beautiful, but Ao Ze didn't think the zither intent was bad at all and thought it was full of beautiful zither intent.
The next day, Ao Ze and Yan Ruyu talked about last night's zither music in a leisurely manner. He stroked the past and thought of the present, so he asked Miss to play it again.
Yan Ruyu didn't play anymore and silently resisted.
Ao Ze tried his best to curry favor with her and took the initiative to talk a lot in front of the silent Yiren.
Yan Ruyu frowned, and her face was filled with melancholy.
Ao Ze knew that Miss was in a bad mood and couldn't ask, so he could only change the topic, but he was teasing her.
Yan Ruyu didn't say anything and let the other party guess the riddle. She mostly agreed perfunctorily. Seeing that his hands were dirty, she first pushed it away and then rejected it.
Seeing the disdain, Ao Ze did not dare to act rashly and obediently stood up.
Yan Ruyu saw that he was honest, so she was willing to talk to him.
The two of them then pointed at the sky and the earth, but it did not involve love matters, but they chatted about other things along the way. In fact, the most difficult thing to argue about during an argument was silence. Ao Ze suddenly saw that Yan Ruyu mostly responded with silence, so he spoke less about ghosts and monsters.
Yan Ruyu was just talking when they were about to break up, but she deliberately said and listened as she walked, In the future, I will paint a beautiful scenery and wash away the autumn. Who can say a thousand kinds of amorous feelings? but I have no words to say as it flows eastward.
Ao Ze couldn't guess what was on her mind, so he said from afar," If you don't know your heart, then is it sad to be tired all day long? Hate the fickle love to go, there is no sound book, two or two call but deep meaning low complaint. It's hard to come back, haggard and emaciated for her. He felt relieved, but he was puzzled. Why should I tell anyone when I suddenly feel regret?
Yan Ruyu pretended not to hear him and continued to mutter to herself as she left. The passing of the year brings heartbreak to those who leave, but the bright moon flying shuttle is sentimental and desolate. Thinking about the place where love is unforgettable, how much time can I bear to hear the bitter spring embrace? Remembering the past when he was young and frivolous, he paid his youth in vain. Why was it that he had just been heartbroken and had to suffer from separation?
Ao Ze's thoughts were to succeed in his career and marry the young miss in a grand manner. He looked at her back from afar and listened without saying a word.
Yan Ruyu didn't understand what the other party was thinking. If you didn't say it, how would I know? Instead, she thought that the other party was playing tricks on her. However, she had already set her mind on this path, but she had gone down the wrong path. She knew that she was going further and further down the wrong path, but she might not know that she was already on the wrong path.
Ao Ze hadn't seen Miss for a few days, but he was secretly busy with the examination hall. He wanted to give her a surprise and enter the same examination hall as me.
I came out of the examination hall.
"You're out?" A woman and her maid were standing outside the examination hall, and they were talking in a gentle and sweet voice in front of the crowd.
I Jian didn't know this woman, but she was obviously talking to me, and I couldn't believe my ears. If he didn't answer, he would feel that he didn't have the courtesy, so he casually said: Yes, it was.
When the woman heard my reply, she smiled brightly and squeezed out of the crowd. She waited at the intersection not far away and looked over.
Wo Jian looked at them running out happily and felt conflicted. Do we know each other? Can we fall in love? Wasn't this a little too open-minded for a woman? Since ancient times, marriage has been arranged by the parents. Is it okay for me to bring a woman home like this? Can I bring it? can't take
Wo Jian hesitated and slowed down his steps. It was inappropriate to bring home a woman he met on the way. Otherwise, what would the villagers say about him? This was not good for her either. I'm a proper person. How can I casually bring a woman home? Even if my parents knew, they wouldn't be willing either. Looking at the woman's attire and the maid accompanying her, she must have a good family background. My family is just a cloth shop business, how can I be of equal status with others? It was especially difficult to be in love. It was better to simply love once and not waste his life. If you think I'm not ugly, you won't have to worry about falling in love. You'll definitely find a person who's willing to believe in you. Don't talk about people with unknown identities. They didn't understand each other, but so what if they understood each other? Should I mess with love? Sigh! He didn't want to think about it anymore. It was annoying to think too much.
I'm still stuck in the dilemma, unable to make a decision, but how did time fly so fast? It didn't give him much time to think. He walked past the young lady without looking up. He also felt that Miss did not follow him. As long as you take the initiative again, I will change my mind. Yet, he asked others to take the initiative while he did not do anything himself. After a while, he turned around and saw that the young lady was still standing there supported by the maids. Their eyes were still watching him, but the smile from before was gone, and their faces were ugly.
When I returned to my residence, I felt very tired and went to bed early. However, I dreamed of a cute colorful bird chirping to me endlessly. It seemed to want to say something but I couldn't understand it. It seemed to have a lot of words. He stretched out his hand, hoping that the little bird would rest on his palm. The little bird was very understanding, it flew on his palm and cawed at him. I thought the bird was too cute. Although I couldn't understand bird language, I wanted to catch it because it was cute. The little bird spread its wings and flew into the branches of the forest. It called out a few more times before disappearing into the forest.
I woke up in a dream, sweating. Thinking about what happened in the dream, the color of the bird's feathers was the same as the color of the woman's clothes during the day. The more he thought about it, the more regretful he became and he could not sleep anymore.
At daybreak, I stopped writing and rushed to the entrance of the examination hall, hoping to see the young lady from yesterday again. After not seeing her for a few days, I had to return resentfully.
Really: Why does an insincere emotion end up in an empty dream? Why does my heart ache whenever I think of her? It's just fate, but I miss you, and there's no trace of it. Is it to meet in a dream? A single thought of sorrow and joy had used a lifetime of entanglement, using tears to collapse for her. We were in love, or else it wouldn't have been arranged like this. What was love, hate, love, and hatred? How could a touching mood be a melodious and poignant tune that was still deeply affectionate? As time passed, why did a promise leave a trace of despair in his heart? But my position has been replaced? That's why the memories keep lingering in the air? Since the moonlight outlines too many deaths, why let the fragile me wait alone in the long night? Although the meteor streaked across the sky with many beautiful wishes, why bury the sadness in your heart? How could a fragile and soft heart withstand the wind of time to carve passionate youth? Since he couldn't forget, why couldn't he face it? Why should he blame the heavens for playing tricks on him? Until love slowly falls, why do we still live in the past? Whose eyes were the Misty Cloud in Peking gradually mesmerizing? If you don't know how to live for a year, what use is there to play the zither? I don't know what comes first. But put pen and ink dry inkstone side wanton, today who will write?
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