It was that day that Suan Xiucai stood under the overpass and told a story of "a talented man is hard to send his red plums, and a beautiful woman perishes with fragrance".
He spoke vividly, very much like that, if I hadn't stared at the notebook he wrote in person, I would have mistakenly thought it was something that happened to him.
I was held in the arms of sister Minmin, looking at the sour scholar on the stake in high spirits. I found that when he was speaking, he didn't dare to look down the stage, not even for a moment. I guess he didn't dare to watch the audience, but he didn't dare to look at Sister Minmin.
Looking at the boundless snow like this, he told the story emotionally, as if telling the tragedy to that piece of ice and snow. Such a melancholy and lonely artistic conception makes his story more moving.
? In the evening of that day, Suan Xiucai bought pork ribs and stewed vegetables with the money he earned from storytelling, and invited Xiao Chunyan and me to have a good meal with him under the overpass. When we arrived, we found out that sister Minmin had already been there to help with the work, and it was her sister Minmin who stewed the winter melon ribs soup.
I haven't eaten meat for a long time, and I couldn't read well, so I hurried to help wash the chopsticks and climbed onto the table.
Even though Xiao Chunyan and I usually grab the vegetables with our dirty hands to eat, but today when we go to the table for dinner, there are still two decent people in front of us, so we should talk about some rules.
Xiao Chunyan and I sat on the adjacent two sides of the small table. She tilted her head and handed him a pair of chopsticks, only to see him take one out to dip the wine in front of him.
The little bit he dipped in was at most a taste. Seeing his strange expression, I leaned over and asked him, "Does it taste good?"
"It's not the same as what I've had before." He raised his eyebrows, glanced sideways at me, and said proudly, "It's a bit inferior."
I tried to understand what it means to be "slightly inferior" based on his arrogant expression at this time. I just want to say that he has a very wide-sighted appearance, which is really speechless.
Everyone is in the muddy alleys, how much money can he have to eat good wine?
Xiao Chunyan raised her eyes to look at Suan Xiucai, "Brother Lu, can I drink?"
Suan Xiucai smiled, "Xiao Chunyan has grown up, and this body looks like a man, so drink as much as you want. It was bought for us to drink."
"Then can I drink it?" I asked, not far behind him.
Sister Minmin shook her head at me ahead of Suan Xiucai, saying that girls should not drink this thing, it will hurt your body and cause trouble.
I didn't take this sentence to heart, but every time I think about it later, I regret not listening to her advice. If I had heard this back then, I would not have humiliated myself the night before I left Yun'an and left him the most absurd and crazy side of my life.
Of course, these are all things for later. Now I am still a well-behaved and obedient girl. Sister Minmin said no to drinking, so I refused to drink.
But what I can't understand is that Minmin taught me not to drink, why she herself was so drunk as a girl. Suan Xiucai snatched her cup at first to persuade her not to drink too much, but later got drunk with her.
At the moment when Xiao Chunyan also passed out drunk in front of me, I was still reciting the "Banjun Youdu" that my sister Minmin had just taught me. He propped his face on the table, laughed when he heard it, and said to me casually, "Isn't it enough for you to brag all your life with Master Yan? Don't read it, you will know four words, you can read my brains." pain."
Due to being drunk, his eyes were clear and his complexion was flushed. He held his cheek in one hand and didn't know what he was looking at. I actually think he looks a little bit good-looking.
"Xiao Chunyan, I also want to be like the gifted scholar in Brother Lu's story, sending Jingxian red plums, and I also want to be like sister Minmin, saying to Jingxian, 'Banjun Youyou'."
In this way, it should be able to show in front of Jing Xian that I have grown a lot during the three years with him. Under his influence, I also have some culture. At least it made Jing Xian feel that it wasn't some junk who came to unilaterally talk to him all day in the past three years.
If it is convenient, please let God accommodate me so that he can barely think that I am a beautiful woman.
Xiao Chunyan yawned, "You can just send it off, and I didn't stop you."
Where did the red plums grow in Yun'an? have no idea. I told him I don't know. Xiao Chunyan gave me a sideways glance, with the laziness of being drunk. He didn't say much, grabbed my hand and dragged me into the vast snow.
The cold wind was so bitter, I buried my head and exhaled, my legs were a little weak. He hummed and ran ahead without resting for a moment.
I don't know how many times we traveled through the wind and snow, and when I stopped, I was too cold to speak, and Xiao Chunyan pointed to the high-walled courtyard energetically and said to me, "There is a large field of red plums planted in the backyard of Chunfu. Climb in with me, and I will allow you to fold!"
For me, climbing over the wall is not a difficult task, especially for Xiao Chunyan. It's hard?Looking at me with red plum petals, her eyebrows and eyes were cold and clear, "Do you think this bouquet of red plums matches the style of my room?"
His room is minimalist in style, with only a faint fragrance of bamboo leaves.
"I think it's okay." My ability to tell lies with my eyes open is not inferior to Xiao Chunyan, "This is called Xiangde Xiangde"
"It complements each other." He looked at me calmly, and I guessed that there was no ripple in his heart, "Thank you, but I have nothing to do with it, so I don't really need it." Facts have proved that my guess was right.
"How about letting it lean against the corner to smell your room?" I picked up the bouquet of red plums, walked to the back of the door, and asked him, pointing to the open space that would normally be blocked by a screen.
He walked to the table and sat down again, continuing to read the books, "I don't really like this smell. If you like it, you can put it in the Temple of Flowers."
He looks like he really doesn't like it. I have forced eggs on him for so many years, it is not easy for him to tolerate me until now, and now it is really too much to force things on him. Thinking of this, I quickly retreated with Hongmei in my arms.
Later, I pondered over this matter many times. I wanted to sum up some truths, but I couldn't sum it up well. Wei Wei thought of what Xiao Chunyan said at that time, and gradually felt that it was just right.
Holding the red plum branch, he pretended to be profound and said to me, "Everything in the world is like this. The beginning is heavy and the end is light."
At that time, I still thought he was drinking too much and talking nonsense. After all, I couldn't understand what he was saying.
Thinking about it now, it makes sense.
It's like I've been busy all night for Jing Xian, going through the wind and snow, climbing walls and picking plums, thinking that I've gone through thousands of mountains and rivers, but in the end, I only need a few words from him, and it's over for me in less than half a quarter of an hour. up the story.
This way of ending is called ending without a disease. Maybe not sad, just feel empty.
"Get off the sedan chair¡ª"
After a long call, I was still standing in front of the Chun Mansion.
"Third, third master! Third master! I have served you for so many years, you can't be so ruthless to drive me to a dead end!" It was a middle-aged man in dark clothes, crawling to the side of the sedan chair.
He described it as a mess, probably chasing after the sedan chair.
"Life is a one-off, and the whole life is life. Only the moment of death is death. Doesn't Steward Chen not understand this truth?"
This lazy and frivolous voice is somewhat familiar.
Who is the person in the sedan chair.
I know that my heart suddenly hangs up at this moment, but I am more concerned about the truth that the butler Chen in the sedan chair should understand.
"I also ask the third master to advise!" Chen Steward knelt by the sedan door and asked anxiously.
A black folding fan raised the car curtain, but no one got out of the car, only the voice was arrogant and arrogant, the tone was vaguely his, but it didn't seem like it.
"It's true that you have served me, but it doesn't mean that I will definitely give you a way out at critical times. Butler Chen, everything in the world is like this. The beginning is heavy and the end is light. Your service is with me, but only once It just ended without a problem. I, Chun Yanqing, want you to die, even if you have served eight lifetimes, you still have to die." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com