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A gentle breeze brushed by, causing the emerald bamboo to sway and rustle. Moonlight filtered through the cracks in the bamboo leaves, casting dappled patterns on Zhou Yanqing's face. Silently, he leaned against Yang Yuruo's tombstone, his expression ashen, as if all life had drained from him. The bottle in his hand slowly slipped, a drop of liquor spilling from the mouth, while empty bottles surrounded Yang Yuruo's grave. The scene around the tombstone resembled a serene yet mournful ink painting, permeated with sadness and silence.
[Ten years ago] Night fell, enveloping the Minister's residence in a profound tranquility. Moonlight poured down, bathing the courtyard in a silvery glow, as if draping the space in a mysterious veil. A quaint courtyard emerged quietly, as if stepping out from a dream.
Amidst the courtyard, plum blossoms proudly bloomed in the cold air, exuding a faint fragrance that intertwined with the quiet of the night, like a vivid ink painting, delicate and poetic. A gentle breeze caused the swaying plum branches to scatter their petals, as if infusing life into this painting. In this wondrous scene crafted by moonlight and plum blossoms, time seemed to stand still, leaving only eternal tranquility and beauty.
At this moment, a young scholar is sitting at the desk, holding a wolf hair brush, completely immersed in the world of poetry. A faint elegance is revealed between his brows, with a focused and serene expression. Outside the window, the bright moonlight gently falls on the desk, casting his profile even more handsome, like a literati from an ancient painting. The scholar's robes gently sway in the breeze, complementing the tranquil night. His figure appears particularly elegant in the moonlight.
The young man is named Zhou Yanqing, only twelve years old, and he is the only son of Minister Minister Zhou. Since childhood, he has been well-versed in literature and full of talent. Not only that, he is also recognized as the most handsome young man in the Jianghuai region.
The moonlight, soft and gentle, spills into the courtyard, casting everything in a dreamlike glow. Zhou Yanqing is particularly calm at this moment, as if he is merging with the beauty of the world. He opens the window, letting the cool night breeze brush against his face. He closes his eyes, taking in the tranquil and peaceful atmosphere of the night. However, this tranquility is interrupted by a hurried sound of footsteps.
A girl in white ran into the courtyard, her smile as pure as the morning light. If she walked in slowly, she would surely be mistaken for a fairy from the Moon Palace descending to the mortal world. She ran to Zhou Yanqing's side, gently tugging at his sleeve with hopeful eyes. She said, "Brother Yanqing, I want the moon, please go pick it for me."
The girl's name is Yang Yuruo, only ten years old, and she is the beloved only daughter of the renowned businessman Mr. Yang in the capital city. Born into prosperity, she remains untainted by worldly concerns, her eyes always shining with a clear and innocent light.
Zhou Yanqing looked at her, his eyes filled with indulgence and helplessness. He smiled slightly, gently shook his head, held her small hand that was tugging at his sleeve, and softly said, "Yuruo, the moon hangs high in the sky, how can brother pick it for you?"
She looked up at the sky and pointed to the moon, saying, "Why? Aren't you very capable, big brother?"
Zhou Yanqing looked at her clear eyes and felt a warm surge in his heart. He took a deep breath, gently released her hand, and walked to a nearby stone table, picking up a pen and a piece of paper from the table. He returned to her side, crouched down, laid the paper on the ground, and sketched a full moon with the pen.
She looked at the moon drawn by Zhou Yanqing on the ground, her eyes shimmering with surprise. She reached out her small hand and gently touched the full moon, as if she could feel its warmth and light. She looked up at Zhou Yanqing with joy in her eyes, "Yanqing, you're really amazing."
Zhou Yanqing looked at her satisfied smile, gently held her hand, and softly said, " Yuruo, the moon is high in the sky, and I can't pick it for you. But I can draw it for you, okay?"
Upon hearing Zhou Yanqing's words, Yang Yuruo's eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment, but it was soon replaced by curiosity and anticipation. She nodded, her eyes shining brightly, "Okay, then you have to draw me several."
Zhou Yanqing smiled and nodded, spreading a clean sheet of rice paper on the desk and dipping a little ink, preparing to start painting.
Yang Yuruo curiously approached, staring intently at Zhou Yanqing's hand. She saw the brush jumping in Yanqing's hand, as if it had come to life. Ink flowed on the rice paper, gradually outlining a bright round moon. The moon seemed to have been plucked from the sky, crystal clear and emitting a soft light. After finishing the painting, Zhou Yanqing gently put down the brush and handed the paper to Yang Yuruo. Taking the paper, Yang Yuruo carefully examined the moon on it. Her eyes sparkled with delight, as if she had seen the most beautiful moon in her heart. She excitedly hugged Zhou Yanqing and kissed his cheek, saying, "Yanqing, you're amazing! This is the most beautiful moon I've ever seen!"
Zhou Yanqing was startled by Yuruo's sudden move, and stood still for a moment before gently laughing. He reached out and affectionately rubbed Yang Yuruo's nose, his eyes full of tenderness and indulgence.
Watching her excited expression, Zhou Yanqing also felt satisfied and happy. He gently stroked her hair and said softly, " Yuruo, as long as you like it, brother can paint more beautiful scenery for you."
Yang's Father and Minister Zhou stood in the corridor, watching the two children play and frolic, both filled with deep contentment. Yang's Father stroked his beard and said with a smile, " Minister Zhou, look at these two children, they are really childhood sweethearts, so innocent and carefree."
Minister Zhou nodded with a smile in his eyes, "Yes, Yan Qing and Yuruo have grown up together since childhood, with deep feelings. They will definitely be a perfect match in the future."
Yang's Father laughed heartily and patted Minister Zhou's shoulder, "Then let's settle it like this. When they grow up, we'll arrange this marriage."
Minister Zhou also smiled, and the two of them looked at each other with a smile, envisioning the future of the two children. The two children were still playing in the yard, their figures like two happy little elves. Yang's Father and Minister Zhou looked at their figures, both filled with warmth and happiness in their hearts.
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