Advise you not to help the willows

Chapter 1

When he was the number one scholar in junior high school, he saw his paintings for the first time in the prime minister's mansion, and was immediately amazed by the artistic conception in the paintings.

Later, he was highly valued by the sage, and he rose steadily, and became an official to the Ministry of Rites.One day, when I met him for the first time at a friend's banquet, I felt that he was different from the others. He was dressed in common clothes but had an extraordinary bearing.He went forward to talk, and it was exactly as he expected, but he was entangled in the official circles, and he couldn't get out, and the two never saw each other again.

He is a clean and honest official, and he is alone in the pedantic officialdom. He does not go with the world, but he also has many grievances because of this.

Many years later, the Holy One passed away and the new emperor ascended the throne.The new emperor was young, but he was actually a puppet.The sycophants in the court suffered from his remonstrance many times, but because the late emperor could not follow the law, now that the late emperor had passed away, he was so arrogant that he falsely preached the imperial decree, intending to put him to death. Fortunately, the queen mother protected him, so he could only be relegated to the common people, and he would never be able to live forever. into Beijing.

As the sun set in the long pavilion, he took one last look at the Qionglou Gaoge, bowed three times to the emperor's mausoleum, and left alone.

Just like this, I went round and round to the south of the Yangtze River, lingering among the mountains and rivers, wearing coarse tea and cloth clothes, and being unofficial is a light suit.

Wu Nong spoke softly, Yang Liu Yiyi, that day when he was walking on the Qingshi Old Street, he suddenly saw a door with a table in front of it, and a picture was pressed on it with a paperweight.The painting is not completed, but with a few strokes, the smoke and rain are all displayed on the paper, as if the breeze is blowing on the face, the artistic conception in it seems to be familiar.

On the side of the table, a person was lying on a bamboo couch, covering his face with a fan, and woke up slowly when he heard the noise.

I saw the man lift the gamboge fan slightly, his eyebrows remained the same, seeing the person in front of him, he thought for a moment before suddenly saying: "So it's you."

He was also taken aback for a moment, cupped his hands slightly as a response, and said: "Brother has such talent, why is he willing to live here?"

He looked down at the painting and shook his head slightly, feeling very sorry.

After the banquet that year, soon after I heard that there was a painter in the palace who was very talented but retired early. The late emperor sighed for a long time, but he never thought it was him.

"My lord understands the reason better than I do." The person on the couch said with a smile, got up and took the pen to complete the painting.

I saw a person sitting alone in the bamboo forest in the misty rain, wearing a green shirt, and was about to raise his hand to play the piano.Although he didn't hear his voice, it seemed to move the sky.Although there is only one person in the painting, it seems that the whole world is moved by it.

He only felt that the depression in his heart for many days seemed to be resolved at once, but he couldn't explain why.

Until the person in front of him rolled up his sleeves and carefully added two lines of poems on the painting, "There are valleys in the heart, so what about the common people."

He recited it several times and sighed, but his heart suddenly became clear, and he smiled again and bowed deeply to the person in front of him.

"Thank you bro..."

"Li Fuliu."

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"Just call me Fuliu." Li Fuliu put the pen away, and lay down lazily on the couch again.

"Ah...Brother Fuliu." He hastily changed his words.

"Pfft!" Hearing this address, and seeing his serious appearance, Fu Liu couldn't help laughing, holding a fan and laughing tremblingly.

"I'm going to sing the next verse."

"Hey, I dare not call Lian Shangshu's name casually!" Fu Liu said with some teasing.

"I'm no longer a member of the officialdom, brother Fuliu don't have to worry about it." Lian Song smiled wryly.

Seeing that this person took him seriously, Fuliu couldn't help laughing in his heart thinking he was a "fool", and put away his folding fan with a "wow", "Then you will call me Fuliu in the future, and I will call you Lian Song, how about it?"

"This... is also good."

Lian Song has been wandering for a long time, and he has long wanted to find a quiet place to live in, but he has never come across a place he likes. After a long time, this idea has faded a lot.Now meeting Li Fuliu, Fang is born again.

After staying for a few days, when he came to his senses, he had already bought the courtyard next to Li Fuliu.

Looking at the newly assigned key in his hand, Lian Song smiled helplessly, and walked in the door while shaking his head.

And the moment Lian Song closed the door, the person not far away who had been pretending to be asleep under Liu Yin quietly lifted the folding fan covering his face and smiled slightly.