How did Yinglian become the benefactor of Jia Yu Village? Let's start at the beginning.
It turned out that in Renqing Lane in Suzhou City, there was a person named Zhen Shiyin. His abode is like an elegant ink painting, hidden in the bustling city. His life is just like what the ancients said, poetry and wine take advantage of the youth, enjoy flowers and wine every day, chant poems and paint, and have no quarrel with the world.
On this day, Zhen Shiyin was indulging in ancient books in the study, and unconsciously sleepiness struck, and in the haze, he seemed to see a monk and Taoist priest with fairy wind and Taoist bones walking leisurely.
The Taoist priest smiled and asked, "Donor, what are you busy with?" ”
The monk shook the fan lightly and replied, "It's just for a love relationship in the world." On the bank of the Spirit River in the fairy world, there is a Zhuzhu grass, which was cultivated into a human form by the grace of the nectar of the Shenying attendant. Now that the Shenying attendant wants to go down to the mortal world, the Zhuzhu Fairy is also willing to go with him and repay the grace of irrigation with the tears of his life. ”
The Taoist priest nodded and smiled: "In this way, we might as well take the opportunity to ignite a few destined people." ”
Zhen Shiyin was fascinated by what he heard, and he was curious in his heart, so he hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Two immortal masters, what are you talking about?" What is that fool? I would like to hear about it. ”
The monk smiled slightly, mysterious and unpredictable: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed." ”
While speaking, the monk took out a piece of beautiful jade from his sleeve and handed it to Zhen Shiyin: "However, the poor monk can let the donor see the true face of the 'fool'." ”
Zhen Shiyin took the beautiful jade, and saw that the four big characters "Tongling Baoyu" were engraved on it, the font was smooth and the momentum was extraordinary. He was about to take a closer look, but the monk had already recovered the jade.
At this time, a gust of breeze blew on his face, Zhen Shiyin looked up, and saw a stone archway standing in front of him, with four big characters "too illusory realm" written on it. The couplets on both sides of the archway are even more fascinating: "When the fake is true, the truth is also false, and there is nowhere to do nothing." ”
Zhen Shiyin's heart moved, and he seemed to understand some deep meaning, but he was awakened by a thunderbolt, and it turned out to be just a dream of Nan Ke. When he woke up, he couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart.
At dusk, in the courtyard of Zhen Shiyin's house, the nurse gently walked over with Xiao Yinglian in her arms. Lao Zhen was extremely depressed in his heart, and when he caught a glimpse of his daughter's innocent smile, he was a little relieved in his heart, so he took the child and decided to take her to the street to relax.
On both sides of the street, there are a variety of shops and pedestrians. However, in this bustling street scene, the appearance of a monk and a Taoist priest broke this tranquility. Their images are rather peculiar: monks walking barefoot with sores on their heads; The Taoist priest was unkempt and faltered.
"Habitually pampered and laughing at you, Linghua is empty to the snow. After the Lantern Festival, it is time for the smoke to be extinguished. The monk had words in his mouth, and every sentence seemed to be aimed at Zhen Shiyin's father and daughter.
Lao Zhen's heart sank suddenly, and he felt an ominous omen.
The Taoist priest then added: "Let's break up, and after a hundred years, let's go to the Illusory Realm together to tick off the names of those people!" As soon as the words fell, the two turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared without a trace.
At this time, Zhao Yucun happened to pass by.
This scholar, who was about to go to Beijing to take the exam, temporarily lived in the gourd temple next door to the Zhen family because of his shyness.
Zhao Yucun's name is Zhao Hua, the word is Shi Fei, and "Yucun" is a number he gave himself. Zhao Yucun's name has a special meaning: "Shi Fei" means that once the time is right, he will rise to the top.
Zhen Shiyin warmly invited Zhao Yucun to the study to taste tea, and the two talked happily.
However, at this moment, the girl's coughing voice was suddenly heard outside the window. Zhao Yucun's heart moved, and he followed the prestige, only to see a girl with clear eyebrows standing outside the window, although her appearance was not amazing, but she was also delicate and lovely.
After going out for a long time, Zhao Yucun has been studying hard in the gourd temple for many days. Penniless, he could not set foot in the bustling entertainment venues, so he could only silently cultivate the fields of knowledge in this silent temple. His heart has long been like a dry riverbed, longing for a rain of water.
On this day, the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlight is like water, sprinkled in the courtyard. Zhao Yucun was alone, feeling the coldness and loneliness of the moonlight. Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sound of light footsteps. He looked up and saw a maid strolling through the garden, as if searching for the most delicate flower.
That Yahuan, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and her skin was like condensed fat, her appearance was like a spring breeze blowing, which made Zhao Yucun's heart swell with inexplicable emotions. He stared intently at the ring, as if to imprint her face deeply in his heart.
And that Yahuan also noticed Zhao Yucun's gaze. She raised her head and met Zhao Yucun's gaze unexpectedly. When she saw Zhao Yucun's thick eyebrows and big eyes, she was burly, and she couldn't help but think in her heart: This person must be an ordinary person.
However, she didn't know that this glance had set off a storm in Zhao Yucun's heart. He thought he was an extraordinary person in the eyes of the girl, and secretly rejoiced in his heart, believing that this was his confidante.
Men, especially literati and writers, are prone to fall into self-inflicted fantasies. Zhao Yucun was no exception, he was intoxicated by his fantasies and couldn't extricate himself.
This night, the moonlight is like water, but Zhao Yucun's heart is like a lit flame, enthusiastic and unrestrained. He returned to his room, splashed ink, and poured out his emotions on paper:
"The uncertain three wishes add to the sorrow. When you are bored, you will collect your forehead and go back a few times. Looking at the shadow of the wind, who is worthy of the moon? If Toad Guang is interested, he will go up to the Jade Tower first. ”
His poems are full of thoughts and longings for the girl, and he hopes to convey his heart through the moonlight. However, he didn't know that this emotion was just a one-man show for him.
Zhao Yucun, although poor, has great ambitions. He longed to one day be appreciated by the emperor, show his talents, and soar. He stood in the moonlight, looking up at the sky, and silently recited the couplet in his heart:
"The jade seeks a good price in the coffin, and the hairpin flies when it waits in the coffin."
He hopes that his talent can be recognized by the world, and looks forward to one day being able to spread his wings like that jade hairpin.
However, fate is like the unpredictable moonlight, who can predict the future direction? Zhao Yucun can only put his emotions and ambitions in poetry on this full moon night, looking forward to realizing his dream one day.
The moonlight is like water, sprinkled in the courtyard of the Zhen family, reflecting dappled light and shadow.
Lao Zhen happened to hear Zhao Yucun's couplet, and a trace of appreciation and excitement flashed in his eyes. The ambition and talent in this couplet made Lao Zhen see the shadow of his youth. So, he warmly invited Zhao Yucun to his home for a drink, hoping to have a chat with this aspiring young man on this quiet night.
Zhao Yucun was in need of the comfort of alcohol in his heart, so he readily agreed.
The two sat in the courtyard, raised a glass to invite the moon, and drank into three people. As the wine grew stronger, their topics became more and more speculative. Zhao Yucun's poetry was stimulated, he pointed to the moon and chanted loudly:
"When it comes to reunion, it is full of sunny jade fences. It took a round in the sky to come out, and all the surnames in the world looked up. ”
The "one round" in the poem is as bright as a pearl, which not only refers to the bright moon in the sky, but also alludes to the figure of the emperor and general.
After Lao Zhen heard it, his excitement was overflowing: "As soon as I listen to your poems, I know that you will soon be developed!" ”
Zhao Yucun was full of emotion, he admitted that his talent was enough to stand out in the Beijing exam, but the reality of the predicament made him unable to even raise the money to enter Beijing.
After Lao Zhen heard this, he said arrogantly: "You don't have to worry about the travel expenses, I will help you out." Wait until next year to have another drink to celebrate your gold list title! ”
After speaking, he asked the servant to take fifty taels of silver and two winter clothes and give them to Zhao Yucun.
Zhao Yucun accepted the gift, just said thank you lightly, and then continued to raise his glass and drink, as if everything was in his expectation.
The reason why he reacted this way may be because the high level and self-esteem of the scholar made him reluctant to show too much gratitude in his heart; Or maybe he was convinced of his talent and took it for granted that he would be supported by others.
In any case, on this night, the two of them became confidants and friends, looking forward to the glory of the future together.