Nonyue twisted her waist to break away, her red cheeks showing a mixture of anger and shame. The old Confucian scolded: "You speak without restraint, like a gangster in the market, and you will never be able to settle down and live in peace for the rest of your life!" Song Che smiled: "You will be like an old woman in labor, with your legs spread out and spitting blood."
"You are a hairless piece of dirt and chaff, even if you chop it into pieces and throw it into the trough, you will not eat it!"
"You're an old thief with green hair and a beard, you're still stubborn and stubborn."
"You are a despicable and profiteer, you are a rat and a sparrow, and everyone shouts to beat you when you cross the street!"
"You are such a sanctimonious, broken-backed dog, howling here."
"You...you...you..." The old scholar was so angry that he covered his chest and almost lost his breath.
"Teacher He, don't be impatient. Let me deal with this madman!" A middle-aged Confucian scholar helped the old Confucian down and pointed his fan at Song Che: "Listen to what you just said, they are all filthy words. They are unbearable." Listen, since you say that you are half a scholar, with poetry, poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, then you must account for at least half of it?"
"I know a lot of things, such as playing the harmonica, playing the jade flute, picking up girls, reading little books, divination of horoscopes, looking at people's eyebrows, and being suave," Song Che once again put his arms around Nong Yue's slim waist, and added the last sentence with a smile: "Steal jade and fragrance." Nong Yue twisted her waist again, her red cheeks less angry and more embarrassed.
"Okay! I've been playing chess for too long and calligraphy and painting are too slow, so I'll compete with you in poetry!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar took seven or eight steps in the pavilion, and finally turned to the sky and chanted: "Luoyang is a happy Mid-Autumn Festival night, and the bright moon is bright in the sky. , every household is happy and happy, and you can see the prosperity of the world."
"As expected of the great scholar Chiang Kai-shek, he used only eight steps to write such a clear and imaginative poem. I admire him, I admire him!" When the scholars praised him, they looked at Song Che, expecting how to respond.
Song Che secretly smiled, pointed to the leaves scattered outside the pavilion, and whispered: "The leaves are falling in the autumn wind in the red building. The end of the world is so close, and the orioles and swallows, men and women are coming in and out, hugging each other and kissing each other." After thinking of this, he said again She put her arms around Nong Yue's waist and added: "I just want a night of romance." Nong Yue put away her hand and looked at Song Che. Her shame and anger disappeared, and she just sighed: "You are obviously dirty..."
"What a wonderful poem. The Red Mansion is compared to Luoyang, and the end of the world is compared to the bright moon. The first poem is cheerful and festive, and majestic, but the second poem is full of autumn leaves falling, which makes people sad."
"We all come from all over the world, and we have the opportunity to gather here at this pavilion. Isn't it true to the saying 'the world is so close'?"
"Which of us doesn't come to the Red Mansion to get drunk and have a night of love and forget our worries? The following poem seems to describe the love between a man and a woman, but in fact it is very vulgar and elegant!"
"Listening to this poem, I can't help but think of my old parents in Qingzhou. The road is clearly at my feet, but they seem to be separated by a world... Everyone, drink slowly. I will go to the dock to rent a boat tonight and go home to meet my parents!" The world is far away! Not far?
The road is at your feet, how can it be too far? Is the moon not bright? Love is in the heart, how can it not shine?
"The cold water is sad for autumn, the cool wind is howling, it's late at night, it's time for us to say goodbye and go home."
"Miss Nongyue, take your leave and see you again tomorrow!" Among the six bachelors, the young and energetic ones were more convincing. Before they left, they even made a special trip to say goodbye to Song Che; the older ones, Like a stone in a latrine, his temper is hard and smelly, and he is unwilling to take off his gown from beginning to end.
"Hmph, I can't wait to drink a few drinks tonight. I'm so drunk that my brain is foggy. Otherwise, how could I make you arrogant?!" Six Confucian scholars left the small pavilion one after another.
Nong Yue almost wanted to send her off, but Song Che grabbed her sleeves.
"They are just old academics who have read a few more articles. They cannot be called real literati. If you hang out with them, you will only fall into decline."
"I am a prostitute, how can I not be degraded?" Nong Yue pulled off her sleeves and hummed: "Then who do you think is the real scholar, you?"
"Me? I'm not worthy," Song Che stood up, leaned on the railing and looked at the moon, and said deeply: "A truly man of letters will never follow the crowd and show off. He must be a standout person with a righteous heart." Nong Yue was quite touched, He whispered: "But most of these people are not treated by the world, and their lives should be bad." Song Che said: "There are three types of literati and scholars. Those who live in seclusion in the market, let go of desires and return to the ordinary; those who live in seclusion in the middle. In the wild, they escape from reality and are leisurely and contented; in the small hermitage, they hide in the court, go to the palace, and assist the king; in the great hermitage, although they are far away from the rivers and lakes, they are concerned about their family and country, and worry about the king; in the small hermitage, although they live high in the temple, they enjoy themselves in isolation. Being squeezed by others, they were either demoted or killed in the end. But they all have one thing in common." Nong Yue asked urgently: "What?" Song Che turned around and smiled: "They don't come to the red building to get drunk. One is romantic. They are always blown away by the rain and the wind. The second reason is that they don’t go along with the secular world. The third reason is that... they don’t have any money in their pockets.” Her eyes were full of confusion as she looked at the moon, and she suddenly raised the pot to her mouth and drank directly, and three or two drops of wine leaked out. There was a scar on the flawless jade neck.
After she emptied the wine, she threw away the flask. The blush on her face showed that she was at least five points drunk.
"You are here tonight with the Order of Taichang Temple. You shouldn't be here to scold those old and rotten scholars and me, a promiscuous woman whose heart is as high as the sky and her destiny is as thin as paper!"
"I came to see you tonight because I have an important entrustment." Song Che told Nongyue Ting the plans for the cheerleading team in the Cuju competition three days later.
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, she immediately refused and even said: "I won't go! I don't want to perform singing and dancing in front of others anymore! If anyone forces me again, I will be like Cao Mei and hit the doorpost to death!" "Perhaps the alcohol was fermenting. She became more and more drunk, and her thoughts and temper became more and more real.
"I will give you a poem to sing that night. Don't refuse it in a hurry. After listening to it, you can make your decision." Song Che poured himself a glass of wine, drank it against the bright moon in the sky, and softly chanted: "Mingyue When does it happen? I asked the blue sky with my wine. I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home but I am afraid of the red buildings and jade buildings. It is too cold at high places. I dance to clear my shadow. When will I be in the world?" He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. , when she turned to look at Nong Yue, there were often tears in her eyes.
"Turn around the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qi household, and the light is sleepless. There should be no hatred, so why do we have to be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is something that is difficult to do in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away. "
"I hope... that we will live forever, thousands of miles apart... to share the beauty of the beauty..." she murmured. This poem touched her heartstrings, and all the unwillingness and humiliation turned into drops of hot tears under the influence of the sorrowful and strong wine.
"My family has passed away, and I am all alone. I have been living in a red house for three thousand days. Who will share the beauty with me!" she said.
"Wow", he lay on the table and cried loudly.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Dad! Why do you want to steal and sell official salt!"
"Mom! Why did you give birth to Yue'er with such skin!"
"My heart is as high as the sky, and my life is as thin as... paper!" She finally said
With a "whimper", he passed out due to excessive sadness.
"Sister Nong Yue!" All the maids burst into tears. The tragic wheel of fate, the tragedy of the feudal era, where could they go?
