Lao Tzu said

The raindrops fell, hit the oil-paper umbrella, and slid to the puddles on the ground, causing a circle of ripples.

The water is like a mirror, and the breeze blows ripples, and then blows the water shadows.

When the rainy season comes, the dark clouds over Dadongdu drift lower and lower until the thunder sounds, and the rain falls.

Every household closed their doors and windows, put away their clothes and turned on the lights.Street vendors tally their goods and collect their stalls, rushing home.

As the night fell, the rain still did not stop, still falling with a clatter.

At this time, in an inconspicuous teahouse.

A young man waved a folding fan, reciting poems softly, sitting in a special elegant room on the second floor, leaning against the window, and looking out the window.

Look, that young master is about sixteen years old. Overall, he has a good appearance. The young master is extremely handsome and exudes a smell of alcohol. It is not difficult to see that he should be a drunkard.

The young man looked out the window, sniffed the mud fragrance in the air for a while, and sighed: "The mud fragrance is wet in the rain, where are the night flowers gone, so..."

Before the young master finished his sentence, he saw a young man under the window holding an oil-paper umbrella and smiling at him.

Clean smile, very clean, very clean.

The young master looked at the person holding the umbrella, thought for a while, and found that he had never seen this person in Dadongdu before, so he couldn't help thinking for a while.

Before he could think deeply, the door of the private room was pushed open, and a sentence interrupted his thoughts.

"Hey, Mo Guoke, why did you come here? Could it be that you are used to drinking and came here to drink tea to find something new?"

Looking out the window again, no one was there.

Mo Guoke closed the folding fan, turned his head and looked out the door, a little annoyed: "Drinking tea? The tea is light and the food is bitter, how could I touch these coquettish things? By the way, why did you come here?"

The young master outside the door carried the jug, walked up to Mo Guoke, and smiled: "I know you will never like these things. I came here because of the past appointment... Could it be that you forgot the present day?" Put off the lanterns, the brothers have been waiting for you in the Wanjie Temple for a long time, if you miss the appointment, the brothers will be chilled, you don’t want to take a sip of the wine in the future.”

Mo Guoke took the jug, lifted the lid, sniffed it, and took a sip.

Dense mouthfeel, a little drunk mellow.

Mo Guo immediately screwed on the lid, and admired sincerely: "Well, this wine is okay, you go and leave me alone, I'll be back later after paying the bill."

The young master thought for a while: "Then hurry up, don't lose your word, if you don't have enough time for half a cup of tea, you know the rules." The young master patted Mo Guoke on the shoulder, turned and left.

After the door was closed, Mo Guoke spit out the wine in his mouth, held a teapot, poured a cup of tea, and looked out the window.

Mo Guoke, the second-generation official, a dandy who caused headaches for his master, the son of a minister in Dali Temple, has three cronies who are always by his side.

Just now that young master brother is one of his friends, the son of the emperor merchant, Liu Anming.

Liu An will be fourteen next year, a young master with a lot of money, and he has known Mo Guoke since childhood.

When they first met, Liu Anming was four years old, and Mo Guoke was six years old. Because of a glass of wine on the table, they didn't know each other without a fight.

At the royal banquet, at that time, Liu Yuanwai and Mr. Mo sat at the same table to discuss the wine on the table.

Liu Yuanwai praised the warm sake, it's beautiful!Lord Mo praises the coolness of the sake, wonderful!

Liu Yuanwai: "Hot wine will give off a mellow aroma."

Master Mo: "The aroma of ice wine is hard to dissipate."

The two looked at each other and smiled, each seeing each other.

It wasn't until Mo Guoke, who was sitting next to Mrs. Mo, poured a glass of wine from the table and took a sip, that the compliments of the two stopped abruptly.

The tongue was burning hot, Mo Guo couldn't hold it back, and sprayed it out on the spot, the wine splashed everywhere, just sprayed on Liu Anming's head.

Liu Anming sat next to Mrs. Liu, not far away, only one way.

The wine was sprayed on the head, and Liu An was on fire, and Liu Anming felt unhappy, so he immediately drank a glass of wine, and vomited it out again.Coincidentally, he spit on Mo Guoke's clothes.

Mo Guo ignored the emperor's presence and kicked over the table, Liu Anming, not to be outdone, overturned the table.

The two children fought like street refugees, their actions were rude and savage.

The two adults rushed to pull away, and the two gave up.

Although they were stopped in time, the two had already been beaten with bruised noses and swollen faces, and their heads were bleeding.

The emperor ordered that the two should not appear at the banquet, and those who violated it would be beaten to death with sticks.

Since then, the two have never been to the palace, and the emperor has not released the order until now.

Mo Guoke remembered the past, smiled silently, poured out the water in the wine pot, and filled it with tea.

Looking out the window again, there was a young man holding an oil-paper umbrella smiling at him on the street where there was only the sound of rain.

The boy holding the umbrella should be fourteen years old, dressed in plain clothes, with a water-colored tulle short scarf around his neck, and his facial features are delicate and delicate.Still immature, but very good-looking.

Mo Guoke didn't want to leave just now, he just wanted to take a look at him.

"Brother! Xi'er wants to eat rice cakes, come here quickly!"

Before he could realize who was making the noise in the street, the young man left with an umbrella.

Mo Guo immediately wanted to chase him out to have a look, but coincidentally, before he had even gone half a step away, the accountant had already caught up to demand the bill.

The door opened, and the accountant fiddled with the abacus, and brought two assistants to Mo Guoke.

Mo Guoke shook the folding fan lightly and asked, "What's the matter, old man?"

The accountant took out a book from his pocket and threw it over: "Mr. Mo is so rich, I don't know when this little book will be useless."

Feng'er outside the window flipped through the ledger, and there were rows of names and amounts of money engraved on it.

Mo Guoke took a deep breath, feeling a little flustered: "How much... how much silver?"

The accountant fiddled with the beads in his hand again, and the beads made a clacking sound amidst the sound of rain.

Mo Guoke heard the ringing of the abacus beads, and his heart became more and more flustered.

After a long time, the accountant said with a smile, "Including a pot of clear flower wine from Young Master Liu just now, the total is 790 taels of silver."

With a snap of the folding fan in his hand, Mo Guoke threw a perfect parabola in the air and was thrown out.

The strong man in the teahouse looked at the rain outside the door and yelled: "If it wasn't for the heavy rain, you would have been beaten to death! Money is king! You don't have money to pretend to be a romantic talent! You poor!"

After speaking, with a bang, the door closed.

Mo Guoke stumbled and lay on the bluestone slab.The rain was still falling, and after a while, it soaked the clothes.

Mo Guoke got up, angry and helpless: "If I didn't bring the full banknote, I would have bought the small broken hall."

No one refuted, Mo Guoke's voice was drowned in the rain, except for the sound of rain falling to the ground, there was no other sound.

The wet clothes were extremely sticky, Mo Guo turned around and walked away angrily.

When I came to a pawn shop, it was the place where the boy holding an umbrella came.

He needs a change of clothes, and some money for wine.Mo Guoke pushed the door open and entered.

The lights were dimly warm, and the old gentleman on the desk and cabinet was counting, and all the things on the cabinet were old.

Mo Guoke walked to the table and cabinet, pulled off a piece of nephrite jade from his waist, and was about to hand it over, when he saw another piece of extremely beautiful jade on the table and cabinet.

The old gentleman has sharp eyes, look at the clothes woven with fine silk thread, according to his many years of experience, this person is either rich or expensive, immediately said: "Young master, are you interested in this jade?"

Mo Guoke knocked on the table: "That jade is even more beautiful than mine, which down-and-out girl got it?"

The old gentleman shook his head: "There is a rule in our business, never ask about the master's affairs, and never talk about the master."

Mo Guoke took out the jade in his hand, and looked at it under the light: "The color is clear, and it feels smooth..."

The old man looked at the jade in Mo Guo's hand, and was so excited that he wanted to cry: "The young master is also here to pawn something?"

Mo Guoke took the piece of jade on the table and cabinet, and threw his own jade to the old man: "I'm here to exchange things."

"Jade is irreplaceable..."

Before the words were finished, the people were already far away. The old gentleman looked at the wooden door shaken by the wind and became hoarse.

When they came to Wanjie Temple, three friends set fire in front of the temple and roasted ducks, openly provoking the authority of Wanjie Temple.

The monks in the temple urged and urged, but they were so angry that they sent monks to drive the three of them away.

The monk was holding a stick, and the three of them ran away in fright.

There are many pilgrims in the Wanjie Temple, and most of them are troublemakers.

Today, the lanterns are lit, and the temple is bustling and not quiet.

If you walk along the corridor, there will be many scenery.If you don't walk along the corridor, there will be many journeys.

The huge Wanjie Temple contains green mountains and green waters. There are peaks, lakes, forests and people in the temple.It is a treasure land of geomantic omen.

Today's pilgrims like to go to a lake in the temple. The lake is at the bottom of the corridor. The lake is full of lotus flowers and lotus leaves. The lake surface is covered with koi fish jumping out of the water from time to time.

The corridor on the lake is full of tourists, and at the end of the lake, there are several monks practicing martial arts.

Some tourists held lanterns, some sprinkled fish food, and some tourists ate rice cakes... Among them, there was a girl with a mouth full of rice cakes, licking the leftover cake crumbs on her hands.

"Sucao, I...I want more!" The girl in monk's robe cleaned the cake crumbs from her hands, and hugged the little monk who was carrying the food box in front of her.

The little monk glanced at the monk who was looking at them, and tried to push the girl who was hugging him: "Men... men and women can't kiss each other. Since the monk has become a monk, I hope the girl will respect herself."

"Today you are mine. I can hug you however I want. I like the rice cakes you make the most!"

The girl hugged her tightly.

"If the girl wants rice cakes, the little monk will give it to you. I hope the girl will let the monk go." The little monk was a little sweaty.You must know that if a monk saw this matter, the Buddhist scriptures and rules would have to be copied hundreds of times.

The girl was pleasantly surprised: "'Your monk will give it to you'? Xu Cao wants to give himself to me? Monks don't lie! Isn't it? It must be!"

"No... no, the little monk said rice cakes, girl, you misunderstood me..." The young monk who couldn't pretend to be an adult was completely defeated and shook his head.

"The monks don't tell lies. With my brother testifying, you don't want to... eh? Where is your brother?" The girl turned her head, looked and looked, but there was no one there.

I don't know when, the rain has stopped. At this time, under a dead tree in the temple.

The residual wind blows up the fragrance of flowers, and the dead leaves fall one after another.

A young man dressed in plain clothes looked up at the person on the tree: "That... the young master on the tree, I would like to ask which direction is the Heli Lake?"

On the branch, Mo Guo, who was drinking tea with a wine pot, cut off a residual flower and let the wind blow it down.

The wind blew the flower on the young man's head, the young man was stunned for a moment, and the flower fell to the ground again...

The author has something to say: -.- Lucky is really kawaii, the hand slippery sent out the manuscript, the earth is afraid that I am the only one who is so careless.