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In a world covered with white snow, the sky and the earth are the same color, and everything is gone.
On the edge of the Hanjiang River, there was only one lone boat, and an old man wearing a raincoat and a hat, still staring at the fishing line in the water.
The occasional moving figure indicates that there is still life moving in the ice and snow.
The sound of the piano is still pure and unstained by the world.
For example, the artistic conception of this poem originally had a sense of loneliness and unyieldingness, but the sound of the piano did not reveal this feeling.
In the clear white snow world, there is only silence, the silence purified by the snow, the silence after sweeping away all mundane worries.
Fang Chu listened and smiled slightly, suddenly liking the snowy sky.
The other party didn't play as long as he did at night.
He only played a few songs and then stopped.
Fang Chu didn't hear the sound of the piano again for a while, but he still waited.
Chang'er was impatient and said: "It's cold, and the old man's body is weak, so he can only play for a short time."
Fang Chu ignored him and lingered outside the window, as if searching for where the sound of the piano fell.
It might be scattered in the fields like white snow, forming this glazed world.
Then imagine a hut, with a vague figure sitting in front of the piano table.
Her hands were probably cold, so she was rubbing them together and breathing to warm them.
Otherwise, she was worried about something, so she got up.
Well, looking at the hour, I'm afraid she's going to make breakfast.
After an unknown amount of time, he said, "Let's go."
Chang'er said: "Yes."
Because he went out and ordered the ship to be turned back.
When he came in again, Fang Chu had closed the window, removed his cloak, and was lazily leaning on the couch.
When I saw him, I ordered him to make another pot of hot tea.
Then he asked with a smile: "Just now you said he was an old man, why?"
Chang'er smiled and said: "The young master loves to hear him play the piano so much, which shows that he plays really well.
Like the young master, he has been taught by famous teachers since he was a child, so it's not surprising that he plays well.
This place is full of farmers, who has the opportunity to learn the piano.
Only Only those who have played for many years can play well.
Isn’t it true that the older you are, the older you get, the more experience you have.”
Fang Chu laughed and scolded: "As long as you can" Then he told him to go quickly, he wanted to go back to his old house in Wuyou Town.
After returning to the Fang family's old house, he took a short rest and then started arranging the affairs, which was not completed until noon.
Because he called Yuan'er to ask: "Is the bamboo silk painting I ordered last time ready?"
Yuan'er replied: "Not yet.
I was going to ask today.
The shopkeeper of the Fang family said that it would be faster if we do it as before.
But he has recently made a breakthrough in his craftsmanship and made some changes to the overall concept. , the painting effect is much better, but it takes longer.
I quickly said, just do it slowly, we want the best."
Fang Chu nodded and praised him for handling it properly.
At the same time, he ordered the food to be served and said that he would go and see it in person after eating.
Yuan'er then went to make arrangements.
After dinner, Fang Chu took only Yuan'er and took a casual walk to Jiang's bamboo shop.
Unexpectedly, when they arrived at the place, General Tie was guarding the door.
Yuan'er was extremely puzzled and asked the shopkeeper next door.
The man said that shopkeeper Jiang had just left and said he would be back tomorrow morning.
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Yuan'er complained: "No one does this kind of business, they close down at every turn."
Fang Chu was not in a hurry and said: "The original painting is not easy to make, and the delivery date has not been set, so I can't blame them.
It doesn't matter if I just wait a few more days.
I'm not in a hurry to get it.
I just came here today to take a look.
Who made this bamboo silk painting?
Just come back and pick it up tomorrow."
Yuan'er agreed and told the young master: "The shopkeeper Jiang is very young and has a very elegant appearance, like a scholar.
It's strange that you can weave such a painting with bamboo silk."
Fang Chu heard this and said, "I guess he must be an elegant person."
While talking, the master and servant went home without mentioning anything.
Where did Jiang Minghui go?
It turned out that he had finished work early and went to Green Bay Village to see his sweetheart.
During these days, he traveled many times between Wuyou Town and Green Bay Village, and many people in the village recognized him.
As soon as he stopped by the boat in Green Bay Village, someone greeted him.
"Shopkeeper Jiang, are you going to see your father-in-law again?"
the boatman asked with a smile.
"Hey, hello, Dad Wang."
Jiang Minghui greeted politely.
"It's not about my father-in-law, it's about my daughter-in-law," someone in the cabin joked.
"Ouch, what kind of basket is this carrying to honor your father-in-law?"
someone asked in surprise.
Immediately, those who had already boarded the boat and those who had not yet boarded the boat stretched their heads to see what was going on.
I saw Jiang Minghui wearing a new light blue cotton robe, a wide belt, and a dark green bordered silk cloak.
He was a very elegant and refreshing person, but he had an old piece of clothing on his shoulders and was carrying a large bamboo basket.
Blushing and panting from exhaustion.
After carefully putting down the bamboo basket, he took a deep breath, then pulled off the old clothes from his shoulders, twisted his neck to recover from the numbness caused by walking crookedly for a long time, dusted himself off, and tried his best to stand up straight.
Restore your elegant appearance.
"What is this?"
Someone next to him picked at the seam of the basket and looked inside.
"Charcoal."
Jiang Minghui replied with a red face.
"The charcoal was given to your father-in-law," the man asked.
"Why don't my father-in-law give it to you?"
another person laughed.
"Oh, you are so filial as a son-in-law," the man from before praised.
Jiang Minghui asked them to lend a hand and help carry the charcoal basket onto the boat.
So several enthusiastic people helped to carry it.
After getting the bamboo basket onto the boat and sitting down in the cabin, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Alas, it is really not easy for him to do this for such a waste of charcoal.
It turned out that the last time he went to Guo's house, he saw that Qingya was afraid of the cold, so he secretly planned this matter.
People who live in water towns don't have much shortage of firewood.
They have cotton stalks, straw, wheat straw, and even bamboo branches, which are enough for cooking all year round.
Just heating in winter is a problem, and burning charcoal is even more of a luxury, incomparable to people living in the mountains.
Most people would take out the hot ashes from the stove hole to keep warm after cooking.
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Although it works to some extent, it gets cold easily.
Jiang Minghui saw that Qingya often sat motionless for a long time, so he wanted to buy charcoal to keep her warm.
It was easy to buy charcoal in the town, but he was worried about how to get to the ferry.
He is not a wealthy young man, so it is not cost-effective to call someone to help him out just for a basket of charcoal.
Moreover, it is difficult to find someone on a snowy day.
Besides, the young man loves to be pretty, and he is going to see his sweetheart.
Of course, he needs to change into fresh clothes and dress well.
If he goes out in a polite and neat manner, carrying a basket of charcoal would be unsightly and would stain his clothes.
But although the charcoal was extremely black, it was his affection for Qingya.
Therefore, he must not be dissatisfied and refuse to resist After much deliberation, I couldn't think of a proper solution, so I could only grit my teeth, find an old piece of clothing and put it on my shoulder, sling the bag across my shoulder, put the bamboo basket on my shoulder, and headed for the ferry, looking at passers-by.
Turn a blind eye to everything.
Now that Tan is on the boat, his mind is calmed down, and he is free to listen to what others say.
Not everyone in Green Bay Village has a boat, and those who have a boat are reluctant to sail out unless necessary.
Especially in such a snowy day, it is cheaper to spend a penny to take a smooth sailing boat.
Therefore, within a short time, there were more than a dozen people crowded on the boat of Mr.
Wang.
Together with the cargo, the cabin was full.
Seeing that Father Wang still refused to sail, someone shouted: "Dad, after I left, shopkeeper Jiang closed the shop early and came here just to get to Guo's house early and catch up with Aunt Guo to kill the chicken."
If you stay next to each other and don't leave, you'll already have dinner when you get home and it's too late to kill the chicken.
Isn't that harming him?"
People burst out laughing and shouted to go quickly and don’t delay killing the chicken.
Another person asked Jiang Minghui if the Guo family knew how to kill chickens when he arrived.
Jiang Minghui blurted out: "Kill every time."
After saying that, I felt embarrassed He has been here for ten times.
How many chickens in the Guo family have been born for him?
Everyone was amazed and envious, saying that the Guo family was living a prosperous life.
As they were talking, Mr.
Wang and his son actually opened the boat and left the ferry.
As soon as the door curtain was opened, the cabin was warm and noisy, with voices buzzing.
Everyone still refused to let Jiang Minghui go, and still chased him asking questions.
While joking, they couldn't help but mention the past marriage between the Guo family and the Zhang family.
After all, the farmer was kind and worried about the consequences, so he didn't say anything particularly unpleasant.
Although he did not disparage one party or promote the other, his words were full of sighs and felt that things in the world are impermanent.
Jiang Minghui was embarrassed and refused to talk anymore.
There was another person on the boat who was not feeling well, and that was Zhang Futian.
He came early and sat in the back.
He was wearing a hat and had his head lowered, so no one noticed him.
After Jiang Minghui arrived, he was even more reluctant to speak out.
He secretly felt that Jiang Minghui must have seen him on the street, so he bought charcoal and came here to embarrass him in front of others.
Therefore, he looked at him sideways from under the brim of his hat, resentful in his heart.
Jiang Minghui only knew Zhang Futian and did not recognize him.
Because he didn't want to talk to anyone, was impatient to wait, and the smell in the cabin was unpleasant, he leaned hard against the door and opened a crack in the curtain to look outside.
Unexpectedly, within a short time, it started snowing outside again.
Father Wang and his son stood on the bow of the boat, wearing raincoats and hats.
The boat swayed through the snow, as if it were traveling on the Milky Way, surrounded by the boundless green sky.
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Jiang Minghui looked in a daze and couldn't help but think of Qingya.
He looked forward to it, looking forward to arriving at Guo's house soon.
Whether it was snowing or raining, it became a scenery, adding fun and interest to him and Qingya when talking and doing things, and even inspired inspiration.
Looking and thinking like this, he gradually forgot about his surroundings.
It wasn't until there was a noisy greeting, accompanied by the violent shaking of the cargo being disembarked, and a sudden cold feeling in the cabin after the people left the cabin, that he realized that he had arrived at the Green Bay Ferry at some point.
He hurriedly shouted outside: "Dad, I brought charcoal, it's hard to get it."
Before he could finish speaking, Father Wang smiled and said, "I know, I know.
I'll take you to Guo's house."
Jiang Minghui felt relieved and thanked him again.
When he arrived in front of Guo's house, he couldn't wait to look up the slope.
I saw three figures, one big, two small, squatting in the vegetable garden picking vegetables.
He recognized at a glance that the big one was Qingya.
Wearing a red dress and carrying a bamboo hat he gave her, she stood out in the snow.
The two younger ones should be Guo Qiao and Guo Jian.
Suddenly he burst out laughing.
Because the two children also brought bamboo hats, which were also given by him.
Because he could not miss out the younger generation when giving dumb bamboo hats, he specially selected three small ones, which were very exquisite and exquisite, and gave them to the three brothers and sisters Guo Qin.
Seeing this scene in front of them, the two little ones did not look like they were out picking vegetables, but rather like showing off their newly acquired bamboo hats in the snow.
Otherwise, if they are a little bigger, what kind of vegetables can they pick?
"little sister" He couldn't help it any longer and shouted loudly.
Qingya straightened up and looked into the water.
A awning boat was approaching, and a young man in a dark green cloak stood on the bow, smiling brightly at her.
Her smile is like the breeze and bright moon, and her eyes are full of longing and love, pure and clear.
Dense snowflakes were flying and woven diagonally around his body, making his figure a bit thin and very "frozen".
She also smiled, feeling suddenly happy and excited in her heart.
"Uncle Minghui" Guo Qiao tried hard to tilt his little head back, holding the bamboo hat with one hand, and shouted loudly.
Followed by Guo Jian also shouted.
The two children happily ran to the water to see what good things he had brought.
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