In the south of the Yangtze River, the pleasant light mist is as thin as silk, shrouding this green ancient town with a hint of charm.
The white snow in the pool turned into water lilies, and dots of fine green appeared between the blue bricks beside the pool.
Smoke rose around the beams, and a steady drizzle fell on the roof, dripping along the tile ditch on the roof, and then dripping along the eaves into the small river that passed through the town outside the house.
There are simple and poetic houses on both sides of the river. Occasionally, a small stone bridge two people wide spans the two sides of the river, connecting the two sides of the river together.
From time to time, a small boat swayed under the small bridge with the boatman and passed through the ancient town.
This misty atmosphere makes the people here have a gentle and gentle temperament.
In a school by the river, the teacher stood on the podium, holding up the book in his hand and reciting the articles in the book, while many children in the school followed the teacher in reading slowly.
Xixi Tongyin climbed over the open window sill and climbed up the eaves. The raindrops gathered by the continuous drizzle fell on the fine green of the green bricks on the riverside. The pressed thin strands bent down and fell into the river.
An old man wearing a bamboo hat stood on a small boat in the river. The old man was swinging his oars, playing with the water in the river against the drizzle, causing the boat to swing slowly past the windowsill of the school.
A child was attracted by the boat outside the window. He put down the book in his hand. When the boat went away, he stretched out his hand out of the window sill. A drop of rainwater from the eaves fell into the child's hand, and a handful of different colors swayed. .
The child withdrew his little hand, looked up at the rain falling continuously on the eaves, and gradually saw the mystery...
Until the sound of chanting in the school weakened, the child did not notice it.
"Su Mo..." The old man on the podium looked at the child staring at Luo Yu with an expression of obsession, and called out Youyou.
But the child didn't seem to notice, just looking at the scenery outside the window.
"Su Mo..." the old gentleman continued to shout.
A child next to the child secretly tugged at the corner of the child's clothes. The child suddenly came back to his senses and looked blankly at the old gentleman on the podium.
"What are you looking at?" The old gentleman walked slowly to the child's side, bowed down, and looked up out of the window.
But outside the window, there is nothing but the smoke rising from the eaves and the falling rain...
"I'm watching the falling rain!" the child replied sincerely.
"Oh?" the old gentleman asked curiously, "What's so good about Luo Yu that makes you so fascinated."
The kid thought for a while, and there was a trace of confusion on his face that he didn't even understand...Yeah, what's so interesting about falling rain?
The old gentleman looked at the confusion on the child's face and shook his head helplessly.
"Listen carefully to the lectures, and wait until one day to obtain merit and fame. The right way is to get a title on the gold list..."
"Yes!" The child nodded solemnly, but when he turned to look out the window, there was still lingering confusion on his little face.
...
Time flies and the years change.
This year there was heavy snowfall, Su Mo's adoptive father died suddenly, and his adoptive mother became ill and collapsed in the house. ŴŴŴ.BIQUGE.biz
At this time, Su Mo already looked like a young man, dressed elegantly in white and full of bookish aura.
Su Mo stood in front of his adoptive mother's bed, looking at the falling snow outside the window. The green ancient town was covered with a layer of deep sadness by the white snow.
The adoptive mother on the bed looked at Su Mo weakly, and called out: "Mo'er..."
Su Mo calmed down, knelt down, held his adoptive mother's hands, and looked at her in a daze.
He also forgot when he entered the home of his adoptive parents, but when he was sensible, he was told that his parents were actually his adoptive parents.
And his biological parents died in the hands of bandits in a fleeting year. It is said that that year was very chaotic, and his adoptive parents also picked him up on the roadside on their way home from visiting relatives.
Su Mo...Su's surname was taken from his adoptive father's surname.
The word "ink" is written in the hope that its red ink will shine brightly and one day it will become famous.
"Mom!" Su Mo looked at his adoptive mother on the bed with a sad expression.
"Ahem..." The adoptive mother couldn't help but cough twice. It took her a long time to regain her composure. She looked at Su Mo, who was not yet an adult, with a look of deep worry on her face.
"Mom can't... grow up with you... in the future... you will be alone... you must take care of yourself..."
Su Mo shook his head, with a look of endless sorrow on his face, "Mom, stop talking and have a good rest. I will go and ask the doctor right now..."
The adoptive mother on the bed shook her head, looked at Su Mo and continued to speak: "Listen to mother..."
"Perhaps it was because you suffered from the cold when I picked you up... You have been weak since you were a child..."
"After mother leaves... no one will tell you like this anymore..."
Su Mo lowered his head with a dull expression.
"It's just a pity that you haven't reached the crown now, and there is no one to write for you anymore..." The adoptive mother's eyes showed deep regret.
Su Mo choked with sobs and said, "If not, would you please, mother, make a name for the child?"
When my adoptive mother was young, she was also a young lady from a wealthy family. However, her family fell into decline and she followed her husband to settle down in the south of the Yangtze River.
She has read poetry and books since she was a child and has no problem with writing.
The adoptive mother looked dazed and said, "Mom, I will write your name for you..."
"Yes!" Su Mo said, "Mother will write the name for the child!"
The adoptive mother shook her head weakly, "You are not yet in your prime..."
"Nothing, mother, do you think it's okay for the child to be born today?" Su Mo said, "I'll let mother write the name for the child today..."
The adoptive mother looked at the sadness on Su Mo's face, hesitated for a long time and nodded, her expression was dazed, she was already on her deathbed...
"What's the word for...?" The adoptive mother looked at the falling snow outside the window in a daze.
The intersecting colors of green and white outside the window outline a scenery like an ink painting, adding a different color to the scenery of Jiangnan.
"The ink artist...forms the pen and ink..."
"Use the brush to paint the color...Use the ink to express the scenery..."
"Then I'll pick a word for you..."
"...Jing Yan...how are you?"
The adoptive mother looked at the green and white scenery outside the window with blurred eyes. Her voice fell to the ground and there was no sound again...
"Okay!" Su Mo knelt in front of the bed, turned his head and looked at the scenery outside the window dreamily.
"Bianli... Jing Yan..."
This year, Su Mo's parents passed away, and before her death, her adoptive mother made a memorial ceremony for Su Mo, who had not yet reached the age of 18.
The ink maker... shapes the pen and ink...
.......Using ink to describe the scenery.
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