3. Character 1.0

Celebrating the third year,

One day, the treacherous minister Xia Yu knocked on Ouyang Xiu's head with a stick.

"Oh, Xia Ziqiao, if I don't hack you to death, I won't call you Ouyang Xiu!"

"If you have the ability to chase me!"

Xia Yu jumped out of the car and ran away. He was not like an old man in his sixties at all. Ouyang Xiu waved a bamboo pole and chased after him. He ran six blocks, and his shoes were worn out.

The next day,

"Sell the newspaper, sell the newspaper, Bianliang's exclusive news, absolutely broke the news. Ouyang Xiu chased Xia Yu, the deputy envoy of the Privy Council, along the street! Human life is at risk. Come and see, come and see!" The newspaper seller stood on the street and shouted hard.

"One!" An old scholar wearing sunglasses took out ten cents.

"For you, old gentleman!"

"Okay, OK!" After taking the newspaper, the old scholar wearing sunglasses walked across the street, came under a sun umbrella, and put the newspaper on the table.

"Your Majesty, please take a look, this is today's Bianliang News!"

"Hmm?" The middle-aged scribe, who also wore black sunglasses, stared at him with dissatisfaction, "What did Grandpa Chen say!"

"Ah!" Eunuch Chen, who was wearing sunglasses, was nervous and stammed, "Zhao... Mr. Zhao!"

"That's right. I'm Mr. Zhao, and I must not expose my identity!"

"Yes, the old slave has forgotten, and the prince's lesson is extremely good!" Euke Chen sat down tremblingly.

At this time, the waiter at the royal teahouse brought two cups of black tea with ice and put them on the table.

"Slow down!" The delicate voice of the waitress attracted the attention of Renzong. He looked away from the newspaper and looked at the waitress gently. His eyes lit up.

He hurriedly asked, "Miss, Fang Ling!"

"Ha ha, the guest officer is really funny. I'm not young. I'm twenty-eight." The waiter held the plate happily and looked at Renzong a few more times. She felt a little familiar. It seemed that she had seen it somewhere, but she couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Twenty-eight is good, a flower, how can it be like me?" Renzong felt that he made a mistake and quickly changed his words and said, "It's really like an old friend of me"

"Well, many adults who come here to drink tea say that about me, which makes me a little embarrassed!"

"Oh, I don't know if any adult has praised Miss like this."

At this moment, the shopkeeper in the teahouse shouted, "Xiao Yao, stop chatting. Lord Ouyang asked you to pour tea."

"Oh, here it comes, it comes!"

Xiaoyao, the waiter, quickly saluted and said to Renzong, "Son, look, this Lord Ouyang Xiu once praised me for being like an old friend of him!"

"It's Ouyang Xiu from the Academy, right?" Eunuch Chen echoed carelessly. In fact, he was reminding Renzong.

"Oh, so it is!" Renzong suddenly realized.

"Why, guest officer? Do you also know Lord Ouyang Xiu? He is a romantic talent!" Xiao Yao said happily.

Renzong smiled and turned his head to continue reading the newspaper. He didn't say anything. After Xiaoyao left, he suddenly asked Eunuch Chen, "Ouyang Xiu really chased Xia Yu's six blocks!"

"Is there any fake? Lord Xia was beaten black and blue, and he didn't dare to go to court the next day."

"This!" Renzong smiled ashamedly, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't let Lord Xia teach Ouyang Xiu a lesson."

"Your Majesty... Prince" Eunuch Chen said, "Although Xia Zhen is greedy, he knows moderation. Although Ouyang Xiu is upright, he does not know moderation. The prince's three orders and five officials are not allowed to prostitute. He prefers to stay in the hook column at night, and he still fights one against two."

"Oh, is Ouyang Xiu really that powerful?" Renzong suddenly became interested and put down the newspaper and asked Grandpa Chen.

"That can still be fake. The old slave's intelligence bureau is not a dry meal," Mr. Chen boasted.

"Well, do you know what secret weapons Ouyang Xiu has that can be used against one against two"

"This!" Mr. Chen is a little embarrassed.

"Don't hesitate. I'll ask you, and you can answer truthfully." Renzong asked.

"It's like this..." Mr. Chen talked about Ouyang Xiu's luck.

Ouyang Xiu stood at the foot of Baitou Mountain and took a sip of Dali's bitter coffee.

He frowned and tears fell on the green shirt.

"Why did Uncle Yong cry? Is it sad?" The old Xu Yuan asked him.

"Brother Zichun, in fact, I have a secret that I have always wanted to tell you!" Ouyang Xiu shook his head, shook his tears, and said quietly.

"Since it's a secret, it's better not to talk about it. It's better to hide it for a lifetime, just like your private money."

"Hey, listen to me!" Ouyang Xiu put the coffee cup back on the tea table.

"Okay, tell me, in fact, I also have a secret to tell you, Uncle Yong!"

Ouyang Xiu nodded to Xu Yuan and said with a stick, "Actually, I love dreaming and drinking. If I can't dream or drink one day, I won't be able to write an article, and I will no longer deserve the 'Penglai article Jian'an Bone', this beautiful word"

"Well, what's wrong with you? How nice it is to be yourself!" Xu Yuan looked at the top of the Baitou Mountain with a beard and felt that it was beautiful. It was really pleasant to see snow all year round.

"But who am I?" Ouyang Xiu asked.

"I am myself, that's me!" Xu Yuan told him.

"Which me, the only one in heaven and the world is my only one?" Ouyang Xiu is very confused.

"No, that's the Buddha. You are just a mortal, a grain of dust in the universe." Xu Yuan suddenly wanted to eat chestnuts, but his teeth were so old that he could only drink milk.

"Why am I a mortal? Didn't Zhao Boyan say that I was one of the eight people in the Tang and Song Dynasties? She also said that I was the leader of the Song Dynasty's ancient literary movement, and said that my words were very good. Everyone said so!" Ouyang Xiu hit his head against the tree and asked the sky.

"Uncle Yong, you are old. I remember that you were very sober when you were young. Zichun was not as good as you, but when you were old, Zichun felt that I was very young, because Uncle Yong, you were finally confused."

"Why do you want to hurt my feelings!" Ouyang Xiu sat on the ground in pain and asked him.

"This is not hurt, this is care, it's love, you know?" Xu Yuan looked at Ouyang Xiu affectionately.

"Love?" Ouyang Xiu thought about this word, "Zichun, are you wrong? Love is what men say to women. How can a man say it to a man? You are so confused!"

"No, I'm not confused. I'm very sober. I don't know if you still remember Uncle Yong!"

"What!"

"Zeng Gong!"

"Zeng Gong, aren't you the secretary of the Propaganda Department!" Ouyang Xiu said.

"That was later. Did you know that he was making a movie before?" Xu Yuan told him.

"Movie, I don't seem to remember so much." Ouyang Xiu patted his head hard and felt that it seemed to be rusty inside and there were gears ringing.

"Zichun remembers that Zeng Gong made a "Brupback Mountain of the Song Dynasty" when he was young. The background was the First War between Song and Liao, the war of national reunification"

"I'm a little impressed" Ouyang Xiu felt that his memory seemed to crack, and something ran out.

"At the beginning, Zichun was still laughing that Zeng Gong was crazy. How could such a topic be discussed? But a few years later, when I was too old to walk, I found that I was wrong. Uncle Yong, do you know? In fact, I like you very much!" Xu Yuan finally said what was on his mind and was much more relaxed. Even if he died immediately, he would feel very happy.

"Uncle Yong..."

There is no answer.

"Uncle Yong, you should say something!"

There is still no answer.

"Are you shy, or did my words shock you? In fact, I don't want to tell you. I want to take this secret to the grave!"

After a long time, when Xu Yuan turned around, he found that Ouyang Xiu had already left. There was a note on the table, which wrote: "There is something urgent at home. I left first. I just complained to Brother Zichun. Please don't mind. In fact, I'm just an actor. You are the same. The difference is that we play ourselves, Brother Zichun. Take care, see you next time, maybe in winter!"

"It's about winter!"

Xu Yuan slowly leaned against the back of the chair and suddenly looked forward to the early arrival of winter.