(eighteen)
The bright moon was bright, and after Sunge sent Pei Yuan back to his room to settle down, he opened the letter he received yesterday.
"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground."
"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to miss your hometown."
Li Bai's letter begins with this catchy poem "Thoughts on a Quiet Night" that will be recited by children of later generations.
What I am looking at is the bright moon, and what I am thinking about is my hometown.
This is the second letter Li Bai wrote to her after going to Yangzhou.
One year...
A whole year.
Except for the letter from Li Bai when he first arrived in Yangzhou, reporting that she was safe and looking forward to her return, there was not a single word during this period.
She didn't reply to that letter.
After that, Li Bai also tacitly agreed not to write any more, but quietly waited for her in Yangzhou City.
After all, Li Taibai is Li Taibai, the most shining and dazzling star in the Tang Dynasty.
Even if there was no letter from Li Bai, she knew that Li Taibai in Yangzhou City was still as proud as a fish in water. There were many talented people everywhere and no one could cover up his unparalleled splendor.
Of course, the tendency to come back after all the money has been lost remains unchanged.
Even if she didn't inquire deliberately, Jinling and Yangzhou were not far apart, and news about Li Bai would reach her ears from time to time.
She knew that when Li Taibai first entered Yangzhou, countless literati and poets heard about it and left, and the house was full of guests and friends.
She also knew that Li Taibai had a free and easy temperament, spent a lot of money, and was surrounded by people everywhere.
She even knew that after all the money was gone, Li Bai was in dire straits for a while, and the quality of food, clothing, housing and transportation was greatly reduced, and there were only a few people left.
The friends who had treated him with kindness and respect before left one by one. Li Bai, who was in poverty and poverty, fell seriously ill.
At that time, she thought Li Bai would write to her.
At that time, she almost went east to Yangzhou.
However, Li Bai did not ask her for help.
Li Bai, who was ill, was self-aware of his warmth and coldness. He was self-deprecating and relieved, as if those friends who had left fair and healthy food were like scattered crows to him.
It may be unpleasant for a moment, but it's definitely not worth worrying about.
It wasn't until he recovered from his illness that he earned a lot of money from painting and writing poems, which was enough to make a living, that Li Bai wrote this letter to her.
Sun Ge wondered whether Li Bai, looking at the moon in Yangzhou, remembered the moon in Mount Emei and the sour fruit.
Sun Ge put away these increasingly distant thoughts and continued to look at the letter in his hand.
In the letter, he talked about the warmth and coldness of human relationships in an understatement, as if the person who had been trapped in an illness for a long time and had not recovered was not himself.
If Meng Shaofu had given him a helping hand, Li Bai might still be lingering on his bed at this moment.
At the end of the letter, "One third of the world is a bright moonlit night, and the other half is Yangzhou, a scoundrel."
"The moonlight is just right in Yangzhou, and the moon is coming slowly."
The letters home from this immortal are all written in such romantic and artistic ways.
Sunge suddenly thought of the popular phrase "The flowers bloom on the road, you can return home slowly."
Different approaches but similar results, but Li Bai's sentence belongs to her alone.
Invite her to Yangzhou to admire the moon.
Two letters and one painting were all she took away from Mingyue Restaurant.
And of course, there’s that big cruise ship that has everything.
Extremely luxurious and eye-catching.
She went to Yangzhou to support Li Bai and to let those friends who looked down on others know that Li Taibai would never be in poverty and could never rely on others.
As soon as the sky turned white, Sunge opened the door of Mingyue Restaurant, without disturbing anyone, and stepped onto the luxurious ship that had been moored on the Qinhuai River for a long time.
She couldn't handle the sight of hundreds of people seeing each other off.
After all, she couldn't do what Li Bai said.
Li Bai left Jinling that day, spouting beautiful chapters, but what about her?
Could it be that she said "Thank you for your hard work"?
Ahem, it affects Mr. Mingyue's bohemian image.
I don't know what Li Bai's expression would be like when he saw her unexpectedly, who had been waiting for her to go to Yangzhou.
The smile on the corner of Sunge's mouth seemed like the warm sun gradually emerging from the horizon.
After Sunge left Mingyue Restaurant, there was another sound of the door opening, and his tall figure walked aimlessly in the restaurant.
It seems that nothing has changed at Mingyue Restaurant.
It's just that the picture of mountains and moon is missing.
Pei Yuan looked at the marks left on the empty wall, frowned slightly, then spread out the paper and waved the brush.
The children of the Pei family in Hedong are proficient in the six arts of piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and gentleman. It is easy to copy a picture of mountains and moons from memory.
Once, twice, three times...
The floor was covered with scraps of drawing paper rolled into balls.
Not satisfied!
Pei Yuan was always dissatisfied with his paintings of mountains and moons.
The moon in his heart is not looming behind the mountains, but bright and clear, and remains unchanged forever.
He desperately tried to imitate the original mountain and moon picture, but in the end it was neither fish nor fowl, and the artistic conception was completely lost.
Pei Yuan chuckled and put down the brush.
I unfolded the papers scattered on the ground one by one. The ink stains were stained everywhere before they were dry. I could no longer distinguish the mountains or the moon.
One after another.
In the silent room, the only sound was the wind blowing through the window. The ink stains slowly dried, and Pei Yuan took away all the failed mountain and moon pictures.
The wall is still empty.
He cannot copy it, nor can he replace it.
Only the scent of ink in the air can prove that someone has painted many pictures of mountains and moons here.
After Sunge left, both Mingyue Restaurant and Mingyue Cosmetics were still prospering. Only the oiran lady of Qinhuai River would occasionally sigh. Without Mr. Mingyue, life was a bit difficult.
The river is continuous, and the sunge of the luxurious ship in the depths is leisurely and carefree, silently calculating the time to reach Yangzhou in his heart, and giving Li Taibai a big surprise.
only……
However, she found that the surprise seemed to be of no use.
The big ship docked and standing on the deck, Sun Ge immediately saw Li Bai on the willow bank by the river.
Still wearing a white robe, he became more and more immortal.
Even if Li Bai lowered his head and painted with ink, Sunge could still recognize this banished immortal who had been with him day and night for more than ten years.
Sun Ge went ashore and came silently behind Li Bai.
In Li Bai's works, it is this vast river surface with dotted boats and varying shades.
The sword that gave her to Li Bai was right next to the drawing paper, and its bright sword spikes were particularly enchanting.
By chance?
No, it's not an accident.
"Brother, Ah Yue has returned."
Sunge spoke softly.
Li Bai's hand trembled slightly, and a drop of ink splashed on the drawing paper.
"Ayue?"
Li Bai put the pen aside and turned around suddenly.
"Brother, are you waiting for me here?"
"Rong Ayue, guess, did brother wait after sending the letter?"
"What if Ah Yuezhi doesn't come? Wouldn't brother wait in vain?"
Sun Ge stepped forward, picked up the brush, and with a few strokes, he used the drop of ink to outline a fairy mountain in the sea.
Li Bai's calligraphy and paintings are worth a thousand dollars, so she would feel bad if they were destroyed.
Li Bai smiled brightly: "Ah Yue can't."
"A Yue has not been in Yangzhou for a long time. He has good intentions. Brother knows it."
"I'll write a letter to Ah Yue. Ah Yue will definitely come."
"I believe Ayue."
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