If you don't go to the house, you are not a gentleman

Fan Xi sent the man in black to pack his clothes. After the man in black left, Fan Xi's face gradually sank. He stood alone in the study room. When has it stopped, the thin snow makes it impossible to see the breath of early spring.

Fan Xi silently walked half a circle around the study room, stroking a small pot of tea leaves on the shelf with his fingertips, he didn't touch it, even though it was a famous tea, he didn't want to touch it - it was a gift from An Le.

Turning to the cabinet at the side, there are not many things in it, only a brushstroke, an inkstone, and a few scrolls.

The picture scroll was well preserved by him, and no one touched the contents of the cabinet except him.

Fan Xi slowly picked up the top scroll, and slowly unfolded it on the long table. The ink was well written, and although it was just a painting, it seemed like a real grand scene was unfolding in front of his eyes——

Remnant plum, Jiang Xue.

Mountains, lonely boats.

Wine cup, fisherman.

What came to his face was only the meaning of bleakness, the lonely old man was slightly hunched over, wearing a coir raincoat, and a fishing rod emerged like a dead branch.Although it is only a few strokes, it seems to express the melancholy of one person fishing for Han Jiangxue alone.

Just melancholy, but not sad.

There are dots of residual plum blossoms, against the color of the river and snow, the mountains are faintly undulating, and the open scenery is particularly yearning.

The lonely old man's back is made more vivid, as if he is just tired of the rivers and lakes, living in seclusion and fishing, enjoying the beauty of the world, greedy for one person to enjoy alone, and no one to talk to.

There is loneliness, melancholy, but also passion and chic.

Fan Xi stared fixedly at the hunched lonely figure, he could truly feel An Le's complicated state of mind when he was painting, and the chic and unrestrained style he longed for.

"Is this what you're after?"

Caressing the figure, Fan Xi caught a glimpse of the word "du" that Mei Ying saw.

Written with a side edge, it is extremely thick and dark, covered by plum shadows, but still recognizable.

Fan Xi suddenly sneered.

The scroll was rolled up again and put away, Fan Xi took out the rest of the scroll and put the small pot of tea into the luggage.

After closing the cabinet, Fan Xi took the stove and luggage out of the study room, closed the door, and walked to the room where An Le lived before.

It was a miscellaneous house.

The ink that was knocked over last time has not been wiped clean, and the faint smell of wine is still in the air.

Fan Xi took a look at the house, which was not suitable for people to live in, and swept it to the corner to get an oiled paper umbrella.

After unfolding, it is an eloquent picture.

Fan Xi couldn't help smiling.

There was still the hand stove he had given to Anle at the head of the bed, and Anle seemed to have never used it once.

Fan Xi glanced at it, and couldn't help feeling depressed. He picked up the umbrella and hand stove, and walked to his room.

Before the man in black finished tidying up, he tidied up dozens of fox furs cursingly, complaining: "Why didn't you bring Emei! Why did you forget to bring Emei!"

Fan Xi frowned, looked at dozens of fox furs and said, "Why are there so many?"

The man in black stopped his hand, and he said seriously: "My lord, you asked me to buy it."

Fan Xi: "..."

Fan Xi had a look of disbelief, "Really?"

The man in black said with a blank expression: "Really, you gave Anle the fox fur you wore a few times before, and I was afraid it would not be enough for me to buy more than a dozen."

"..." It seems that there is such a thing.

Fan Xi coughed a few times, "Clean up quickly, and leave when you're done."

The man in black complained, but his hands and feet were still very nimble. Before noon, Fan Xi got into the carriage. He didn't have much luggage, only a bag of clothes, those scrolls and some small things.

In the car.

Fan Xi rubbed the jade finger on his thumb, feeling slightly cool.The stove in his arms was slightly hot, and he suddenly asked the man in black sitting on the shaft, "What should I give?"

The man in black didn't expect that Fan Xi was still thinking about this question, so he replied casually: "Antique, that old man doesn't like antiques?"

Fan Xi was silent.

When the man in black thought he had finally settled down to pay attention, Fan Xi said again: "Osmanthus cake?"

"..."

The man in black couldn't help but irritatedly said, "Listen to other people's opinions!"

Fan Xi couldn't help but smiled, "I'm just kidding."

The man in black curled his lips and said, "I'm afraid that you will really bring those sweet-scented osmanthus cakes over."

Fan Xi murmured: "The county in front stopped and went to buy chess boards and chess pieces."

The man in black raised his eyebrows, "What are you doing? I don't know how to play chess."

"...The gift should be made of white jade."

In response, the man in black stopped the car and went to buy some chess sets from Fan Xi.

He almost ran from the southernmost end of the county to the northernmost end to buy it.

When he hurried back to where he had parked, the carriage had left.

"..."

Fan Xi was sitting in the carriage, holding the stove and enjoying himself.

The coachman is Fan Xi's subordinate, he asked tremblingly: "Your Highness, don't you need to wait for your lord?"

Fan Xi said casually: "No wait. What's the matter?"

The coachman shivered and fell silent.

"Speed ​​up."

The coachman paused, and after seriously thinking about the consequences of the man in black getting angry and Fan Xi getting angry, he accelerated...

Before sunset, the man in black finally caught up with Fan Xi's carriage holding the chess set.

Along the way, the man in black was exhausted and kept on his way, practicing lightness kung fu.

With the last of his strength, he asked, "Your Highness, how have I offended you?"

Fan Xi calmly replied: "How dare you have any objections to my proposal for sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

"..."

After that, the man in black never said anything to Fan Xi's words, he was numb from torture.Fan Xi is very happy that his subordinates are getting acquainted with this, and realize who paid him the salary.

……

An Le's life is very humid these days, he found another flagon from nowhere, it's very old, but An Le loves it very much.

Slight damage and scuffs made the jug look a bit old, An Le hung the old jug on his waist every day, like a playboy carrying a birdcage around the city all day long.

Xiaotong went down the mountain once and bought some things, and he helped Anle make a pot full of white wine, as well as the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that Anle had mentioned.

An Le is like a fairy, lying on the eaves, eating sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and drinking strong wine, and passed away happily.

The little boy frowned and told Mei Wuyin about this, but Mei Wuyin said, "Let him go." He laughed like a fox, "He won't be free for long."

An Le lay leisurely, with the interweaving sound of Fengduo and Guqin next to his ears, refreshing, as if all the common things in the world of mortals disappeared in this fairy song.

An Le is very satisfied with such a life.

The petals of the remnant plum are occasionally blown up by the wind and land on Anle, but Anle is not in a hurry to sweep them away, and hums a little tune.

The minor tune undulated and reverberated in the mountains, and Mei Wuyin's jade flute sounded suddenly, as if two confidantes were in touch with each other.

Xiao Tong managed to get An Le down from the eaves, but saw a person covered in plum blossom petals looking at him cheerfully, and sighed: "This is the life of the gods!"

With the clear smell of wine and the fragrance of plum blossoms, Xiao Tong suddenly felt that An Le had not changed.

The little boy smiled.

"Is it?"

Xiaotong packed up the doping brought by An Le, and took out a Tsing Yi for him.

"Without a good chess game to accompany, how can it be called a fairy-like life?"

An Le laughed and walked towards Yi Pavilion.

Mei Wuyin had already prepared the chessboard and chess pieces, and sat at the table drinking tea.

Anle couldn't help laughing.

This is the life of the gods.

Abandoned the worldly feelings, but this is not the day An Le said yearns for.