"Oh, I see..." Tang Xili felt it was amazing. It turned out that such a small window could contain such profound culture.
Seeing that she was very interested, Yong Zhixu continued to speak, his voice becoming more gentle.
"Miss Tangxi, through this window, you can see the changing seasons, the difference between dawn and dusk, the pouring of moonlight and sunlight, the falling of rain and snow, movement and stillness, light and shadow, brightness or darkness. Within this small window frame, different natural scenes are presented. This kind of charm is subtle and elegant, a romance that cannot be replicated."
Tang Xili nodded, feeling really like she had learned a lesson.
The man brought her to another vase-shaped ice cracked window a few steps away.
"That was an empty window. Window holes like this with decorative patterns are called lattice windows. This pattern is called ice crackle, and it's similar to the pattern on ice-cracked porcelain."
"There are also many other patterns, such as crabapple, fish scale, longevity, ganoderma, and ruyi."
"There are many shapes of windows, including round windows, octagonal windows, fan-shaped windows, rectangular windows, etc."
"In 'Garden Management' it says, 'Wherever there is a place for viewing, build this, as if to hide from the outside and conceal within.' It seems to be separated but not separated, seemingly hidden but visible. And..."
Yong Zhixu took a step forward and said, "The scenery here changes with your steps. This is called changing scenery with every step, or changing scenery with every window."
"Du Fu's window is 'The window contains the eternal snow of the Western Hills', Nalan Rongruo's window is 'The foggy window is cold, facing the distant dusk, the distant dusk facing the foggy window', Yuan Mei's window is 'Blowing out the lamp makes the window brighter, the moon shines on the snow'. Miss Tangxi, the windows of the ancients were not windows, they were paintings."
Afraid that she might not understand, the man spoke slowly, his words flowing softly and leisurely, his whole body radiating elegance from the inside out.
Tang Xili stared at him without blinking.
I experienced firsthand what it means to be knowledgeable and eloquent. No wonder people say that a man of culture is naturally elegant. Damn, that's awesome.
"Mr. Yong, you are amazing," she praised.
Meeting her impressed gaze, Yong Zhixu felt a burning sensation in his heart and smiled shyly, "Miss Tangxi, thank you for your compliment. Let's continue walking over there."
Tang Xili followed him to the next window, this time a fan-shaped empty window.
Yong Zhixu stroked the decorative pattern outside the window and said, "This is a three-cross six-bowl diamond pattern. The windows of the Hall of Supreme Harmony in the Forbidden City have this pattern."
Tang Xili stepped back and saw a different view through the fan-shaped window.
There is a pond of water lilies in the distance outside the window. Dragonflies skim the water, causing faint ripples. The sunlight is reflected on the water, making the waves shimmer and the artistic conception is quiet and tranquil.
She walked forward again, touched the lines on the window edge, and sighed, "The ancients were really amazing."
"More than that." Yong Zhixu smiled carelessly and pointed at the moon-shaped gate not far away. "Follow me."
The two of them walked across a lawn and came to a geometric moon-shaped door. "Miss Tangxi, please look inside through this door."
Tang Xili tilted her head and looked out along the moon-shaped gate. She saw gates within gates and scenes within scenes. Maple trees with lush green leaves and ginkgo trees with leaves beginning to turn yellow, frame by frame, layer by layer, formed a distant painting with no end in sight.
There is a feeling of a lonely palace with spring approaching.
The beauty of nature and the art of astonishing craftsmanship.
The two continued strolling in the garden until they reached the end, where Yong Zhixu quickened his pace.
"Miss Tangxi, come and see."
It was a white jade railing, and beyond the railing were rolling hills.
What Yong Zhixu asked her to look at was a very small frame hole in the middle of the railing.
Tang Xili squatted down and looked into the distance through the hole in the frame.
In the narrow frame, I saw charming green mountains and thin mist surrounding the mountains like white gauze. The setting sun in the sky was as red as a hanging persimmon, just like a landscape painting with wet ink.
“It’s so beautiful,” she exclaimed. “The embodiment of A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains.”
The man half-knelt on one knee beside her, his eyes fixed on her delicate profile. "Yes, it's really beautiful. This kind of scenery should only be found in heaven, how many times can you find it in the world?"
Tang Xili didn't know that the man was talking about her. She nodded, and suddenly inspiration came to her mind like a spring. She stood up and was about to go back.
But because she was too engrossed, she forgot that there was someone next to her. When she stood up, she accidentally bumped into the man's chin.
Yong Zhixu was caught off guard and fell backwards due to inertia.
Tang Xili reacted very quickly and tried to pull him, but it was too late. Instead, he pushed her towards him due to her strength.
In the blink of an eye, the man reached out and hugged her tightly, one hand protecting the back of her head, and the two of them rolled down the small slope.
It rolled several times before it came to a stop.
"Miss Tangxi, are you hurt?"
The first thing he did when he stopped was to ask the girl in his arms.
Tang Xili was held tightly in his arms, lying on top of him, with her face forced to bury in his broad and thick arms.
The elegant scent of agarwood and hormones rushed into her breath.
His suit was unbuttoned and his shirt was light, while her shirt was made of silk and was even lighter.
The two layers of cloth could not prevent the fusion of body temperature, and she could almost feel the man's tight and powerful chest and abdominal muscles under his shirt.
The fair little face, like water melted by the summer sun, was steaming with uncontrollable heat.
Tang Xili's heart was beating like a drum, and she felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat.
She quickly climbed up from the man and stammered, "I'm not... I'm not hurt."
Yong Zhixu sat up from the ground, checked herself, and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that she was not injured. When he looked down, he saw that one of her shoes had fallen off.
The man tilted his head to look for her and found her not far away. He stood up and picked up her silver high heels.
Tang Xili reached out to take it, but the man didn't give it to her. Instead, he knelt down on one knee at her feet and said, "Ms. Tang Xi, lift your foot."
"I can put it on myself." Tang Xili hid her foot behind her other ankle.
But the man didn't listen. He reached out and held her slender white ankle, and put on her high heels with quick but gentle movements.
In an instant, Tangxi Li's cheeks became even hotter, and the thin red was like a ripe peach, emitting an alluring fragrance.
"Thank you." The girl's dark eyelashes trembled, and her eyes looked left and right. At this moment, she didn't dare to look at him.
Yong Zhixu was very happy to see her little face was so red, and it was because of him.
But he didn't show it on his face and pretended not to see it. He was afraid that the girl, who was so alert, would notice and then distance herself from him.
"Miss Tangxi, the sun is about to set. We should go back."
As the man spoke, he took a step forward, leaving her enough space to cover up her embarrassment.
When Tang Xili saw him leave, she somehow breathed a sigh of relief.
The heat on my face gradually dissipated and my heartbeat returned to normal.
She touched her heart and followed the man silently.
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