01
Rhetoric is a bamboo spirit, white and clean, between the eyes with a book, may be the body of the birth of the rely on the yin, more wet and less yang. Therefore, after transforming into a person, the side of the cheeks were born with some yellow spots, lines and not like those who are used to doing rough work of the woman, her freckles in the hidden green, as if the vine climbing around the pine and cypress evergreen general.
Used to ridicule, she always waited for those words in the book of the jungle doctor, will be her healing.
Rhetoric book family is the dynasty of the newly promoted that a new wave of talent, the family sisters were born beautiful, dad and a little bit of rhetoric, so the sisters were sent to the palace early to teach, to wait for the next year, the palace election.
The book was thrown to the private school to recognize the word, parents think she seems to be unable to become the atmosphere, the appearance of childish, the face of the spots and strange, they early to dispel the idea of going to the palace, so that she might as well recognize a few words with the boys, will come to the in-laws are not too incompetent.
It seems that her future is unimportant compared to her sisters, and it was arranged after an after-dinner gossip.
The former nanny had told her that the spot on her face would disappear when she came of age.
When she joyfully asked her father if it was true, her father's elegant face seemed to blacken, just waving his hand, and she never saw her nursemaid again.
She then began to look forward to adulthood from the beginning, the day breaks the fingers, even the bitter wait once the goal, is also wonderful.?
So even the only person who recognized her was gone, she laughed, cried, but also felt that everything lost its color.
Even the writing of the pen is much less colorful.?
Father has never taken the favor of the eyes looked at their own, and will not have that indulgence of the sister's eyes, just every day to come to carefully measure her a little bit, left her in the study to grind, and then nothing else.?
Even this point of leisure, now also deprived of, father let her take a good look at the mountains and rivers beautiful.
Ruishu leaning on the mountains of verdure from the heart also feel that the air at this time also more refreshing, that face of the spot seems to have vitality, extraordinarily green up.
"Who traced the stream, view cliffs, just for, the most beautiful green. Scenery sparse, skillful layout, lead heaven and earth, into the painting."
Her mouth humming broken song, once, also thought of many, many times, whether she will be in the future than her sisters out of the ground more moving, but she did not want to be sent to the palace, waiting, waiting, she every day to go to the stream to take a look at her face.
After a period of free days, finally got used to the mountains, so that she cared about things, Sook came to a man wearing a green tunic, handsome face, face lazy with some Lang Lang twilight, perhaps often with the book, ink, his body has a sub and the school of reckless teenagers different bamboo fragrance.
The teacher never asked her to write some grandiose words like her father did, but took them into the mountains and sniffed the forests.
For a while, her pen regained its former vitality.
Thinking of this, the resignation of the book will be a little happy, can not help but swing her thin body, coincidentally just come a gust of wind, the teacher's sleeves also swung up, revealing the thin wrist, so beautiful ah! Rhetoric as if I saw the former in the bamboo forest, the breeze came, in which she swung the ground to make a clear and crisp sound, that can be better than the sister played the court music much better.
"Clang--"
"Wistful lovesickness hometown, traveling by the moon, into the scenery of a few people, get flat boat. The sky and the earth are wide mayfly like me, do not disturb the years, do not want to go up to the west building." The teacher read out the poem, look slightly stunned, and some indulgence, as if Dad was promoted to the home after drinking a cup of wine, but that kind of eyes is Dad no longer have the clarity.
The resignation thought, although dad was young and flirtatious, but will eventually be old ah.
"I like the moon the most, once upon a time, with two or three friends accompanied by a boat to the night swim, the moon falls in the river, the bank is soughing the sound of bamboo swaying ......" The teacher's voice as if also full of wine, rhetoric a little drunken look.
She was born in heaven and earth, naturally seen countless sun and moon, week after week, but there is no absolute beauty, but listen to the teacher's words, but it seems to have never seen the real moon.
She never liked what longevity, because waiting is always exhausting, but with the teacher in the mouth of the moon this beautiful, she suddenly began to look forward to the unknown future.
She had thought that the unknown would have fear, but she was too sick of wasting her time on her father's politics, and if the future was somewhat novel, then she looked forward to just any kind of future.
"Nerd, what are you doing?" The neighboring teenager said in amusement at her baffled look. "You want to go see the moonlight too?"
The people around him heard him laughing and started to clamor as well, snickering, "The teacher said the moonlight is so bright, if the nerds go together, won't they even shine out the spots on their faces?" ?
"Ghost ah, I do not go with her, look strange and scary."
The sudden clamor let the teacher back to God, he listened carefully for a moment, then frowned and put down the book briefs, reprimanded the teenagers a few sentences, and then picked up the book again, the resignation of the book to look at him to look at his own eyes with some guilt, just feel the novelty.
This teacher is not the same as those old masters from the past.
02
"Your penmanship is excellent, the rhetoric is not gorgeous, but there is a kind of spring melting breath." Another day, the teacher took the initiative to find her, "If you practice well, you will be a success in a matter of days."
Chengqi, sort of the only goal she can achieve, right, smarter than her sisters, probably will also have their own want to choose the future, right?
"You write beautifully, but you are too naughty and refuse to work hard, every moment I see you, you are always busy with your hands." The nursemaid had said the same thing.
"Where is the moon that teacher said that day?" The teacher did not expect her to remember it for so long, "I will take you there."
There are a few lines of poetry on the rice paper on the desk, the resignation of the book looked at eaten a surprise, the breast mother said that their own words are clear and good-looking, but I have never seen the teacher's words, flowing with a strong atmosphere.
"Spring River tide even the sea level, the sea bright moon *** tide."
The rhetorical book wanted to read further, but the teacher casually pinned the poem in the book, "Just a waste draft."
Ruishu would like to marvel at the cleanliness of the air, but did not think that the teacher did not care, in her perception, the teacher is much higher than the father's talent, why the father has an official, the teacher is huddled in the village of this thirty-three?
"The career is too much worry, and the dialog with the rhetoric is much easier." The teacher, however, answered her with a smile.
"Rhetoric, do you have a last name?" The teacher suddenly asked, and Rhetoric nodded and shook her head as she remembered that her father had not allowed her to reveal her family's last name.
The teacher seemed a bit despondent, "resignation book this name is really good, do not know the family name is good, so as not to worry about fall into the vulgar blame.
"My surname is Zhang, name Ruoxu."
Ruoshu see roast fire basin fell many remnants of the manuscript of the ashes, then know Zhang Ruoxu is a rigorous and do not like to ask about the world.
At night, after the smoke from the cooking fires has cooled, there is no sound outside the village, only the occasional chirping of crickets, and it is unfortunate that they have come at a time when the dark clouds have obscured the moonlight, making it a bit eerie to watch.
The mountain wind does not come, blowing the fog is not dense.
"Passing on the world for a long time, a thousand years of son does not speak, even if the prosperity of all into the mud, not sigh."
Resignation of the book of some unhappy swing, then came the crisp sound of bamboo swaying, the sound in the misty hidden, as if the forest of the first sun, just appeared to startle scattered fog haze.
In a few moments the clouds parted. The teacher also pointed to the moon in surprise, "Look, there it is." He gazed at the side of the rhetoric, the spots weren't as scary as the teenagers had said, but rather a bit like the bamboo shadows that had once been there when he was a teenager forgetting the moon.
"The mountains are magnificent, the water is beautiful and strange, the ink color rises, who is far away. Danqing? Who is young and magnificent fell pen."
Can not enjoy, because at this time the mountain wind is great, there is a "mountain rain wants to full of buildings" trend.
Standing at the mouth of the village at the time of separation, the rhetoric opened the mouth, before saying goodbye, "Teacher, goodbye, my father took me back to the capital."
"This is the most beautiful moonlight I have ever seen."
At one time, because of the cloudiness on her face, she thought the world was full of fog and mist, and everyone was just floating on the surface, and what she saw was not clear.
The teacher did not hear, just think the rhetoric why the expression is so depressed.
03
Early the next morning, the carriage will carry her back to the Su House, Dad will welcome her in, that both look forward to the day, but also yesterday.
Time passes, she has been in dad's study to make fu writing poetry, for the country's affairs and pen, she felt to go to the sun less and less time, the body is also more and more thin, the face of the spot no longer green, and withered yellow up.
From adulthood in the past for a long time, she was not easy to get the opportunity to go out, in the street ran into the promotion to the same school of the young man, and now also has been standing, that once the young man mentioned the teacher, is also a face of loss.
"I don't know why, after you left, the teacher began to study for the career, but he has always been easy-going, and he studied hard for several years and only got a military officer, but also can not be bused into the capital, the teacher is easy-going for a lifetime, how to end up being confused?"
"The spot on your face?"
No more, since that cherished and rare psalm like moonlight once through her hands, her cheeks have become glossy.
But the waiting that had been so long expected was nothing more than a future.
Just the beauty of the experience, and willing to let that glimpse, into any kind of future.
The days of the world are so dark and bright overlapping cycle.
"Landscape green years only engraved legend, the history of the book of the name he did not mention the pen. To be history to give news."
Su resigned the book of a pain in the heart, originally thought that the teacher wrote a colorful great Tang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River", will rest easy, but he is finally drilling his own dead end. Also was not expected, once months together, turned into a sharp blade, the teacher stabbed.
"What is the first time I saw the moon by the river? When did the river moon first shine on people? Life is endless from generation to generation, and the river and moon look similar every year."
"And then?"
"I heard he went home to his hometown and became a hermit, right?" ?
Zhang Ruoxu looked back for the last time, eyes saw the thin she came in with a gust of wind, big eyes, ears crisscrossed with vines underneath, full of eyes are written with the desire for the future.?
As good as the night moon that night.?
She woke up with her face sideways, leaving traces of wet pillow flowers, moonlight from the windowpaper through, the wall wandering bamboo shadows, cast on her cheeks, as if the vines are entangled and fluttering.
"This is a thousand miles, who is young and bold pen. The ink is thick and thin with the landscape as a dream, the scroll of the rivers and mountains stretching for tens of thousands of miles, write the style of painting in the flow, leave the brushwork."
But it is the end.