In the evening, the two boats anchored in a village and stayed overnight.
Chen ordered someone to invite Han Xiyi to have dinner on the boat.
Han Xiyi happily agreed.
He immediately went to change clothes.
In recent days, he has been very picky about his appearance and clothing, as if he had lived in vain all those years.
Now he wants to reshape his image, less suave and more elegant, in order to match the person in his heart.
He must have the appearance of a man, talent, and woman.
A match made in heaven.
Standing in front of the wardrobe, he glanced at the various clothes one by one, thinking: "What color should I wear?
She wore a light green one in the morning, like green after being washed by the rain, fresh and soft.
White The original one matches the light green one, but it’s too plain and not vibrant enough.
It’s better to choose a dark red one.
It’s easy to match whatever she chooses.”
He then picked up a set of dark red embroidered ink bamboo arrow sleeves, as well as jade belts, purses and other accessories.
After changing, Xiaoxiu couldn't look away from the eldest young master.
The eldest young master always wears white, silver, light gray, light blue, etc., and most of them are long-sleeved robes, showing elegance and ease; while the eldest young master Fang often wears dark blue, dark gray, dark red, dark purple and other colors, which suits his style.
On the calm and capable side, the young master changed into dark red arrow sleeves today, and he actually has a different style.
"The young master is so glorious."
Xiao Xiu praised.
"Is it true?
Is there anything wrong?"
Han Xiyi asked.
"No.
It's like a jade tree facing the wind."
Xiaoxiu praised it with all her strength.
Han Xiyi smiled and asked him to bring some fresh fruits and go with him on the Yan family's boat.
Mrs.
Chen is the elder, so she greets the guests on her behalf.
When they met, they were also stunned.
Without him, Han Xiyi would have shown this image to others.
After looking him up and down, she said, "Brother Han is in good spirits today."
Han Xiyi raised his eyebrows slightly.
He smiled and asked, "Really?"
Qingya nodded and said, "Yes.
He looks vigorous and energetic."
Han Xiyi immediately decided to wear red more from now on.
The two walked side by side into the forward cabin hall.
When Mrs.
Chen saw them, her eyes lit up with admiration, and she smiled and said: "Master Han is here.
Please sit down.
I think we are old friends.
Since we are traveling together, we will have dinner together."
"It's also a matter of affection; it's a joke and can relieve the fatigue of the journey.
That's why I ordered someone to invite you."
Han Xiyi hurriedly bowed and said: "Thank you, aunt, for your love.
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My nephew is grateful."
After the ceremony, everyone was seated separately, and the servants and wives served wine and food.
A table was placed in front of each person, and Qiaoer and Shen Huaijin sat together.
Dishes are served on exquisite fine white porcelain floral dishes.
There were four or five dishes in front of Chen.
There were about ten people in front of Han Xiyi, Qingya and the two children.
Han Xiyi said: "Auntie is so polite.
It would be easier to go out."
Mrs.
Chen smiled and said: "I don't know what nephew Han Xian's taste is, so I made a few more dishes.
Besides, you young people have good appetites, unlike me when I'm old.
You don't dare to be greedy anymore."
He raised his glass and said: "Please" Han Xiyi and Qingya both picked up their cups.
Shen Huaijin, Qiaoer and Yan Muyu do not drink.
Shen Huaijin was very polite and felt that the elders were in charge and they were riding on the Yan family's boat.
Therefore, she eats more and talks less.
When Qiaoer saw that she was silent, she also learned to behave.
Also eat quietly.
Qingya has always been taciturn, leaving Han Xiyi, who is very good at talking.
When talking about the Yan family's new son-in-law Cai Ming, he praised his character, talents and academics.
He is a rare young handsome man, not to mention his family background.
He will definitely be a success in the palace in the coming year.
Gui.
Yin said sincerely: "It can be seen that marriage is destined.
Miss Yan's luck has been destined for a long time."
Mrs.
Chen is satisfied with her son-in-law.
Seeing that Han Xiyi sincerely praised and blessed Yan Weiyang, she liked him very much and had not cared about his rejection of Yan Weiyang.
Thinking of it, as he said, the marriage was indeed destined.
Because he smiled and said: "Young Master Han will definitely have a happy marriage in the future."
Han Xiyi hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "I accept my aunt's good words."
He looked at Qingya with a smile again.
Qingya unconsciously avoided his gaze and lowered her head to eat her food.
Han Xiyi did not pester or nag her, and only talked to Mrs.
Chen.
After dinner was finished in a friendly manner, Qiaoer and Yan Muyu went to play, leaving the three of them chatting and joking.
Mrs.
Chen told Han Xiyi and the others to go outside and watch the river view and ignore her.
"I'm too lazy to move.
I'm playing cards with them and it's time to go to bed.
You are different.
You are young.
Now that you are out, you have to look around.
Especially Miss Guo doesn’t travel far.
Although it rains, there is a rainy scene.
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Besides, this is not autumn, and the autumn rain is cold and desolate; the rainy days in early summer, with the hazy water vapor, have a unique charm. " Han Xiyi said happily: "Thank you Aunt for your love."
He extended his hand to Qingya again and said, "Miss Guo, please" Qingya really wanted to go out for a walk, but she didn't refuse pretentiously.
Because he said to Mrs.
Chen, "Auntie, I'm going out."
Mrs.
Chen hurriedly said: "Go."
So the two of them came to the bow of the ship and stood by the railing.
At that time, the rain had stopped, and I could see the misty river in the dusk, and the smoke-stained villages on both sides of the river, with different shades of light and distance, as if I were in a painting; there were also faint sounds of dogs barking and people coming, mixed with the sound of water running nearby, A reminder that this painting is alive and kicking.
Outside, Han Xiyi stopped talking.
The two stood quietly by the boat, watching the evening scene on the river.
From an unknown cabin, the childish laughter of Yan Muyu and others could be heard.
It seemed that after a long time, Han Xiyi suddenly said: "Sister Guo, would you like to play a song?"
Qingya's heart moved and he hesitated.
I heard the people around me say again: "Look at this artistic conception, it's hard to bear to break it.
If there is a faint sound of the piano, it would be even more like a dream.
Besides, I haven't heard my sister playing the piano for a long time."
His voice seemed to be bewitching and pleading.
Qingya suddenly realized: She has lost her original intention Playing the piano is her daily habit, but recently he plays the flute near Guo's house every night, so she doesn't dare to play the piano anymore, for fear that he will misunderstand her and cater to him.
Today, her hands were particularly itchy on the boat, and because he played the flute, she She also restrained herself from playing.
This was really against her nature, but it didn't need to be like this.
She said: "Okay" Order my dear sister, "Bring the piano out."
The younger sister hurriedly turned around to move the piano.
Wherever the sound of the piano begins, it echoes on the river.
Han Xiyi did not harmonize with the flute music, he just listened quietly.
Listening to the faint sound of the piano, looking at the hands playing in front of me.
There was an impulse in his heart to chant or sing.
If it were in the past, he would definitely sing about flowers but not flowers.
However, today he did not want to recite that poem because his mood was different.
Without warning, something popped into his head.
He already knew that Qingya came to Fucheng to establish Yirenfang.
The beautiful woman is right in front of you.
He cannot touch or ask for it.
In my mind, I think "follow the journey back" and "follow the journey back".
Chase her.
He then opened his mouth and sang: The jianjia is green and the white dew is frost.
The so-called beauty is on the water side.
Follow it back.
The road is long and difficult.
Traveling back from it, Wan is in the middle of the water.
The jianjia is luxuriant, and the white dew is still shining.
The so-called beauty is on the water.
Follow it back.
The road is blocked and the road is blocked.
If you go back and swim from it, you will feel like you are swimming in the water.
Jian Jia Caicai.
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The white dew is not over yet.
The so-called beauty is in the river of water.
Follow it back, but the road is blocked and to the right.
If you go back and swim from it, you will be swimming in the water.
Clear voice.
Deep, far-reaching, full of affection, Qinghuan has to admit: the singing is very classical.
It's very charming and perfectly harmonizes with the sound of the piano.
She was completely immersed in the artistic conception.
The sound of piano and singing came into the cabin, and Chen and others also stopped playing cards and listened quietly.
In her heart, Mrs.
Chen secretly sighed for her aunt, Mrs.
Yan: This is a match made in heaven, Fang Chu really has no chance.
After the song ended, there was silence everywhere.
Quiet and dumb, sit still and stop playing.
Han Xiyi also stood silently.
Playing and singing like this sudden burst of inspiration will become boring.
In the sound of Feng Shui, there was a whisper of "clear and dumb" Silent and silent.
Han Xiyi whispered, "Quiet, dumb, dumb, dumb."
Like a caress, like a call, like an oath, like longing, confused and fascinated The slender waist is responsible for protecting the mute, and she should have broken the disturbing atmosphere at this time, but she remained silent.
Her face was full of tears and she couldn't help herself.
In a daze, the man engraved in her heart called her in her ears, caressed her, and summoned her, making her heart tremble and make her want to cry.
Han Xiyi knelt down and stretched out his hand to Qingya.
Touch the catkins she placed on the piano and cover them.
Qingyu didn't move.
Just as he was about to hold the catkins, he suddenly heard someone calling "Sister Guo" Qingya woke up suddenly and withdrew his hand, but he held it empty.
His heart dropped and he raised his eyes to look ahead.
On the river ahead, lights flickered, and a boat came.
On the bow of the ship stood a beautiful figure.
Although it was hazy and difficult to distinguish, he could already tell who the voice was and couldn't help but sigh to himself.
The person coming is Gao Yunxi.
When she learned that Qingya was going to Fucheng, she also rushed over.
Not only to cheer up Yirenfang, but also for Han Xiyi.
Who told Young Master Han to chase Sister Guo here?
But her boat was small and her departure was late, so she has been on the road until now before catching up with them.
Qingya stood up, as if waking up from a dream.
"Sister Gao."
She greeted Gao Yunxi.
"Sister Guo, it's so easy for me to catch you."
After Gao Yunxi came over, he held her hand and smiled.
"Have you eaten?
If not, I'll ask if there's any food left and I'll help you make something.
You must be tired, so go and have a rest first."
Qingya was particularly concerned, which was very different from usual times.
He seemed to be talking constantly like this.
It can dilute the dreamlike fall just now.
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"Okay.
I haven't eaten yet."
Gao Yunxi said.
"Miss Gao."
Han Xiyi greeted with a smile.
"Uncle Han."
Gao Yunxi's voice was a little forced, not as excited as when she usually saw him.
"Miss Gao has just arrived.
She must be tired.
Let's eat something first and then talk to Miss Guo.
I won't disturb the two girls.
Let's see you tomorrow."
Han Xiyi said goodbye politely and went to the cabin to talk to Mrs.
Chen.
After saying hello, Fang went back to his boat.
As soon as he left, Gao Yunxi lost interest in talking.
She allowed Qingyu to ask people to arrange meals, no matter what she said.
Thinking of the music and singing she heard before, she wanted to ask what happened to Qingya.
However, she could figure out what was going on without asking her.
She suppressed this desire.
However, this desire was like a suppressed monster, constantly rushing and gnawing at her heart.
She recalled the song over and over again, as if it came from the depths of ancient times, telling the story of long-lasting love and pursuit.
She became more and more intoxicated and tortured.
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