Chapter 18: Lonely Sand Clothes

Ya Niang and Tang Dalang looked at each other and smiled. Ya Niang sat beside Tang Dalang. Tang Dalang looked at Xiao Jiading and said lightly: "I heard Ya Niang say that you won the number one talented man in Yizhou by competing with poetry at the door last night. I have also listened to your poems, which are indeed very good, but it's a pity that Ya Niang can't remember them all. I wonder if the young master can complete your masterpiece copied by Ya Niang, so that I can also open my eyes?"

Ya Niang quickly took out the manuscript of the poem and placed it in front of Xiao Jiading.

Xiao Jiading glanced at him and came to Japan to see if there was any possibility of finding a backstage, but Ya Niang was sitting there. It seemed that her plan was going to be ruined. Moreover, drinking with this arrogant guy was really boring. It would be better to go out and drink with Zhu Haiyin and the others.

You want to read my poems, but your attitude is very arrogant. If I write them honestly, what kind of face will I have? I said immediately: "These poems are nothing, they are not worth remembering so much, and I will forget it later." Looking at Ya Niang, he bowed and said: "Since Miss Ya Niang has guests today, I'll come again tomorrow. Can I meet Miss Ya Niang alone tomorrow?"

Ya Niang hurriedly said, "Of course, but since the young master is here today, why should I leave in a hurry? Ya Niang has already said that the young master is here, Ya Niang is going to sing and dance for the young master. Don't the young master plan to give Ya Niang this opportunity?"

Tang Dalang looked at Xiao Jiading, his expression was still faint, and he didn't look at him, saying, "Young Master Xiao seems to want to talk to Ya Niang alone. I don't like me very much. But I'm sorry, I came first today. I just listened to the girl Ya Niang playing the piano and singing, and I was interested in continuing. So I could only stay with shamelessness. Please forgive me, Mr. Xiao."

When Xiao Jiading saw Ya Niang keep him, he said this. If he insisted on leaving, it would hurt the girl's face and he would still have to ask for her. He could only treat this big thorny guy as transparent. Then he sat down cross-legged and said, "I'm afraid of disturbing you both. Since Brother Tang doesn't care, I naturally won't care. Seeing the singing and dancing of Miss Ya's is something that every scholar dreams of. If I don't give face and be known by those scholars, I'm afraid I won't get out of this Cuiyu Tower, hehe."

Tang Dalang and Ya Niang both laughed, and Zhu Haiyin laughed so hard that he was happy. He just heard that Xiao Jiading was leaving, and was anxious. Now he sat down again. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and said, "Yes, I'm lucky to see Miss Ya's singing and dancing in my three lives. Let's enjoy it."

When Ya Niang heard that Xiao Jiading was willing to stay, she couldn't help but show her joy. She immediately stood up, walked to the front of the Yaoqin and sat up, and said, "Ya Niang will play a new lyrics written by Dalang a few days ago."

Tang Dalang nodded, his originally casual expression disappeared, and his posture of falling down was much more straight. However, Xiao Jiading originally sat cross-legged, but now, he felt his legs were numb, so he stretched out one leg and bent one leg. That posture was really ugly. But Xiao Jiading himself didn't think so, and he muttered in his heart, Grandma, this Tang Dynasty is too bad, there is not even a chair. When should I customize a few chairs? Sitting like this every day, it would be so uncomfortable.

Ya Niang's plain hands, like a green onion, passed by the Ingyao Qin, and the crisp sound of the piano flowed out from her fingertips, like strings of beads scattered in the jade plate. She sang in a gentle voice:

The green is dark and the red is thin and the spring is dusk.

Swallows carry mud,

Fly into the weeping willows.

Willow catkins are about to stop the wind,

There are countless mountains in the sound of cuckoos.

There is no fixed standard for bamboo sticks and straw shoes,

Through the south of the river,

Single-wood Cross Bridge Road.

The woodcutter and fisherman come and go,

Who is the main source of the sway and moon in a river?

This poem depicts the sad and lonely scene of a traveler floating in the late spring. After hearing this, Xiao Jiading looked at the middle-aged scholar with a slutty look. Seeing that he looked sad, he seemed to have been infected by the song Ya Niang. He thought to himself, it turns out that you are like me, and you are also living in Yizhou, so Ya Niang made such a poem.

Hehe, aren’t you, a guy with a big thorn, sad about traveling? I will make you feel even more distressed!

Thinking of this, Xiao Jiading held a stern and said, "After listening to this song of the girl, the scene of the lonely and lonely person in the lyrics infected me and aroused my poetic interest. I also wanted to write a lyric. I wonder if you two are interested in listening to it?"

Ya Niang smiled and said, "Why aren't there? It's so good, so I asked the young master to write a lyric for Dalang, how about it?"

"Okay." Xiao Jiading walked to the back window and opened the window. The cold moonlight shone in. Outside the window, behind a few sycamore trees, the waning moon was mottled. Seeing this, Xiao Jiading remembered Su Shi's famous poem "Bu Suanzi". He looked at the night sky and suddenly raised his hand and shouted: "Oh, a lonely geese flew over?"

"Is that true?" Ya Niang got up and watched. Yuelang and Xingshen were sparse, but she didn't see anything. She sighed and said, "Have you flew away?"

Xiao Jiading nodded and said, "Let me write the lyrics on this topic." He pretended to be contemplative and chanted slowly:

The moon hangs on the sparse tung tree,

The first tranquility of a person is lost.

I saw a lonely man coming and going,

The misty lonely shadow of the wild golf.

Shocked but turned back,

No one can save you from hatred.

I will pick all the cold branches and refuse to live there.

The lonely sandbank is cold.

Xiao Jiading finished pronunciating this poem. Except for the fat man Zhu Haiyin applauding, he did not hear any reaction between Ya Niang and Tang Dalang. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. Looking back, he saw that Tang Dalang's eyes were already in tears and his face was sad. But Ya Niang looked at him with heartache, looking very excited.

Zhu Haiyin also noticed something was wrong with the two of them, so he quickly stopped the shouting and looked at Xiao Family Ding with some confusion.

Seeing Tang Dalang's appearance, Xiao Jiading felt very happy, and he wanted this result. However, seeing the middle-aged scholar was really sad and a little sympathetic. It seemed that this person really felt a lot of sorrow in his heart, so he was infected by the desolate and arrogant poem by Su Shi. He bowed and said, "I'm laughing!"

Ya Niang looked at Tang Dalang and whispered: "Dalang..."

The tears that were about to roll in Tang Dalang's eyes were stopped by this cry. He looked up at Ya Niang, suddenly got up, walked to the desk next to him, took a brush, held the inkstone in the other hand, walked to the snow-white pink wall opposite, and picked up the pen to write the poem chanted by Xiao Jiading.

Xiao Jiading saw that he was flying and dancing with strong pen power and his calligraphy was amazing. Not only did he admire him, but he was normal to be a little arrogant. His disgust towards the middle-aged scholar's airs was reduced a little.

After writing, Tang Dalang took a step back and stared at the poem on the wall without saying a word. Ya Niang went over, took the inkstone and pen in his hand, without saying a word. She silently handed a handkerchief.

Tang Dalang took the tears and wiped his tears for a while before sighing and turning around. Looking at Xiao Jiading, his voice was a little hoarse: "Young Master Xiao, thank you. Ya Niang wrote dozens of lyrics for me, not as good as my heart in this song. Thank you very much."

Xiao Jiading smiled and said, "I mean nothing."

Ya Niang smiled forcibly and said, "Okay, I've been sad and sad. Don't think about it anymore. Let's talk about something happy."

Zhu Haiyin interrupted as soon as he heard this, "Yes, how about we fight? If we lose, I'll drink...!"

Thumb battle is a punching game, but the rules are different from modern ones. Generally, it is a rough game between civilians when fighting wine. How can a literati like them do such mundane things? Ya Niang frowned and looked at him. Zhu Haiyin was tactful and stopped quickly and said nothing.

Tang Dalang didn't mind and said, "It's time to drink. I haven't been drunk for a long time. Today I got this good lyrics from Mr. Xiao, which is worth getting drunk! Come on! Change to a big bowl!"

Ya Niang was shocked, but she did not object. She asked the maid to change to a big bowl. Tang Dalang personally filled it and delivered it to Xiao Jiading: "Come on, Mr. Xiao, Tang respects you!"

Xiao Jiading was also a drunkard, so he was naturally happy when he saw the wine. Seeing that he was no longer thorny, he threw away his previous discomfort, took the wine bowl, and followed Tang Dalang to drink it in one breath. The two looked at each other and laughed.

After sitting down again, Ya Niang toasted Xiao Jiading and Tang Dalang each, but did not toast Zhu Haiyin. Zhu Haiyin was thick-skinned and didn't care. She brought the wine bowl to toast. Xiao Jiading naturally drank with him, but Tang Dalang and Ya Niang just took a sip.

Tang Dalang asked Xiao Jiading, "Where is Mr. Xiao? "

Xiao Jiading said: "Be a clerk in Shaocheng County."

"Oh?" Tang Dalang was a little surprised, "Are you a clerk in the county government?"

Zhu Haiyin, who was standing beside him, was even more surprised. He was about to speak, but he had already said that he was a good brother. If he didn't know anything like this, then he was a good brother? He had to listen with a silence.

Xiao Jiading nodded and said, "Yes."

"What exactly do you do?"

"I don't know yet. To be honest, I just decided to be a clerk in the yamen today. I don't know what I asked me to do."

"Then what do you want to do?"

"My criminal law is pretty good, so I hope to go to the punishment room to be a clerk. I just don't know if it will be done."

Tang Dalang looked at him, thought for a while, and said, "Since Mr. Xiao has studied criminal law, I happened to have a case here. I don't know what to do. Can you give me advice?"

"Come and listen."
Chapter completed!