Pu Ai Hairpin Gate, Tiger Talisman Arm...

Although it is not a big family, the family still seems very lively when the Dragon Boat Festival comes, and the family is preparing for the Dragon Boat Festival according to the rules.

Shi Yiwen deliberately avoided the joy of his family and sat alone under the big willow tree on the banks of the Qinhuai River, looking ahead, but his thoughts drifted to the distance. At this time, he was completely immersed in his longing for his family.

I am alone in a foreign land and miss my family more during the holidays.

Although I have been traveling in a foreign land since I graduated from college and don’t have much feelings about the “festival”, I always have home in my heart and can always return to my family. But what about now?

Never go back!

The atmosphere of the festival makes the loneliness in my heart stronger, and the sadness in my heart makes Shi Yiwen feel depressed. The longing for my family that has always been hidden deep in my heart can no longer be suppressed.

Dad, mom...I miss you.

When a few simple words emerged from my lips, I couldn't help but burst into tears, and only my longing for my family was left in my heart.

When the slight sob sounded, several people in the pavilion not far away came to the horizon. A middle-aged man in the pavilion saw Shi Yiwen crying alone, so he took the initiative to invite him.

"During the holidays, I miss my relatives more. Are you missing me?"

Seeing that his family disturbed others, Shi Yiwen wiped away the tears from his face without revealing his traces, then bowed as if he was holding his fists and said to the people in the pavilion.

"I'm sorry for you."

The people in the pavilion are of different ages, the elders are about forty and the few are in their early twenties. They are all dressed up by scholars. These people include students from Nanjing Imperial College and local scholars. They usually live in Imperial College to study. Today, the Imperial College is on holiday, so several people make an appointment to come to the Qinhuai River to drink and enjoy the scenery and recite poems. In fact, the best place to go should be the riverside pleasure boat. These people are short of money, so they come to the pavilion by the river, but they never thought that the tranquility was disturbed by Shi Yiwen's crying.

They are poor children, but in fact they don’t have much affection for young masters like Shi Yiwen. However, seeing that he is so polite and apologizes, there will be displeasure there. When they see that he looks like a scholar, they immediately invite him.

"Since we meet is fate, if there is nothing else, why not drink and enjoy the scenery together?"

Because of the worries in missing his relatives, Shi Yiwen, who was about to have two drinks, heard the invitation, naturally did not refuse.

“So much disturbance.”

The scholar in the pavilion saw that he was calm when he answered correctly, and he seemed young but was quite generous, and he was dressed in a gorgeous dress, so he concluded that he was not from an ordinary family, so he had a little more respect in his attitude.

Shi Yiwen walked into the pavilion before he stepped into the pavilion, and someone gave up his seat. The servant who had come out of nowhere also urgently added a seat to him, added a glass of wine, and filled it with wine.

"Please sit down, brother."

"You guys, you're kind."

The middle-aged scholar's politeness made Shi Yiwen feel a little fond of him, and he decided to make this friend. Perhaps it was because of his longing for his family that made him realize his current situation. If he didn't make some friends in this era, it would be difficult to deal with it.

I was thinking about it. Although I didn’t like the style of scholars singing the wind and playing the moon, this was also a way to make friends. I was thinking so in my heart that when everyone sat down, Shi Yiwen smiled.

"Brothers, I'm reciting poems here, but I don't know what the topic is?"

The oldest middle-aged man smiled and replied.

"Today is Chongwu Festival, and the topic is naturally inseparable from Chongwu. I see that my brother is extraordinary and is about to ask for advice."

Upon hearing this, Shi Yiwen smiled.

"How can I win the upper hand over the master? I was originally trying to ask you about your brothers' literary talent."

When he saw that he was sitting down, someone asked for poetry, and Shi Yiwen was not polite.

"But since my brother has his own fate, I naturally cannot refuse. This will happen to be a little inspiration, and I am afraid that I will not be able to get my brother's eyes."

When a few scholars heard this, they were all surprised. With just a few words, this person had a poem. How could he not be surprised if he was so quick? But he didn't know that Shi Yiwen was just a hand in hand. In fact, it was difficult to travel to ancient times. If he didn't copy a few poems, it would be a waste of time.

However, Shi Yiwen did not recite the poem immediately, but picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. When he got into his mouth, he felt that the yellow wine in the cup was light. Seeing that he was so generous, the middle-aged man gave him another cup.

Holding the wine glass, Shi Yiwen did not drink it all in one mouthful, but instead held the glass and pondered, and sometimes tasted it lightly. The people in the pavilion did not feel strange about it, but just waited with a smile. In fact, they did not know that Shi Yiwen, who seemed to be pondering, was actually recalling poems related to Dragon Boat Festival in their minds.

After drinking a glass of wine, perhaps because he was drinking on an empty stomach in the early morning, Shi Yiwen felt a little drunk while pondering. At this moment, he rode a few times over the official road and looked at the fast horses that were moving away. Taking advantage of the alcohol, he spoke and chanted.

"...What's so good about the festival? The morning is bright and the tourists are competing for a long time. The young master opens the road in Shaohua. Horse hooves trampling on the idle flowers and plants..."

Shi Yiwen chanted slowly in detail, and everyone nodded and smiled. This word was very suitable. Listening to the birds singing on the willow trees, Shi Yiwen paused for a moment, deliberately pondered for a while, and then said.

"The sound of the yellow orioles on the willows is not old. The waves of the lake are rippling, and I suddenly feel sad about my arms. How can I return to the farewell island for the spring light? The scattered clothes add to my worries."

After the song "Butterfly Love Flowers·Noon Day" was recited, everyone in the pavilion was stunned. The poem he wrote was not only suitable for the sake of the situation, but also was a masterpiece. Such talent is something they had never seen or heard of.

"I am so lazy that I am so lazy that I am so happy."

Shi Yiwen's politeness made everyone in the pavilion bow and return the greeting. The middle-aged man said even more.

"My brother and great talent, I'm really ashamed!"

"Brother, you're kind to you,"

The middle-aged man who admired Shi Yiwen's talent in his heart advised him another glass of wine.

"In the lower Yingtianjiao..."

When the middle-aged man was about to introduce himself, a crisp shout interrupted his words, and then a maid's figure ran from a distance.

"Young Master..."

Xiao Lian, who ran into the pavilion, was breathing heavily.

"Young Master, I'm looking for you..."

Seeing that there were other things in the pavilion, Xiao Lian quickly said good luck and said anxiously.

"Young Master, there are some things at home. Mr. Wu, please go back quickly..."

Something happened at home?

Upon hearing this, Shi Yiwen confessed to you.

"My brothers, I'm really not sorry. If you have something to do at home, I'll say goodbye first."

After saying that, when Shi Yiwen was about to turn around and leave, the middle-aged man hurriedly said.

"I don't know what's wrong with the mansion, but I need it..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, his friend next to him interrupted him.

"My brother is busy in advance."

"Goodbye, farewell..."

Seeing that Shi Yiwen had left, the middle-aged man looked at his friend who had previously stopped him and said in confusion.

"Mingzhe, why are you stopping me? Although you met him by chance, it can be considered acquaintance. If you can help..."

"What can we help?"

The man glanced at him and said.

"Look at his beautiful maid, his family must be of good fortune. If something happens to his family, how can you and I help me?"

Wen Nian, the middle-aged man smiled bitterly, indeed, they are just poor scholars, what can they do to help others?

However, he still said a pity as Shi Yiwen left.
Chapter completed!