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Chapter 30 "The past of the archway (23) "Mengmeitang sells plums around"

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    They finally climbed to the highest point of Wuhan Peak. Standing on the top of the mountain, Du Heng and Ding Erkang looked at each other, felt the clearest wind on the top of the mountain, smelled the fragrance of plum trees, and laughed loudly.  Ding Erkang said to Du Heng: "Brother Zimei, what do you think at this moment?"

    Du Heng caressed his hair that was tousled by the wind, took another breath of air, closed his eyes and said to Ding Erkang: "The best place in the world, the best place in the world, is pure beauty that cannot be expressed in words!"

    Ding Erkang turned his eyes to the distance. The mountain of Wuhan Peak is beautiful, it does not have the steepness of the canyon wall and the exposed rocks, but the trees all over the mountains make people feel relaxed and happy.  At the top of the mountain, looking at the lower mountains surrounded by fog, hazy, like a fairyland in heaven, and like a fairy descending to earth, it is fascinating.

    Ding Erkang said to Du Heng: "Brother Zimei, once a person who had been to Lushan Mountain came to Wuhan Peak and saw the clouds and mists here. He sighed, "The clouds and mists of Lushan Mountain are beautiful, but compared with Wu Hanfeng.  There is a kind of immortality missing.  Wu Hanfeng's clouds and mists are ever-changing and interesting.  I just saw the cloud halfway up the mountain, and it turned into a dense fog in a blink of an eye.  When the fog comes, the wind blows and the waves rise; when the fog goes away, it flutters.  When the fog is thick, it is like a curtain covering all kinds of beauty; when the fog is thin, it is like a light gauze covering the mountains and rivers with an elegant coat.  Brother Zimei, do you think that if the Jade Emperor looked out from the Jiuchongtian, would it be the same as the beautiful scenery we see now?  "

    Du Heng nodded hurriedly and said: "I think it's nothing more than this. This kind of scenery may be the palace of the Jade Emperor in the world!"

    The cloud and mist came as soon as it was said, and the floating cloud and mist filled the entire mountain in an instant, and the two people could not see each other's face clearly when they were facing each other.

    Du Heng became even more excited at this moment. He stretched out his hands to the sky, imitating with all his strength that he wanted to embrace those clouds and mist into his arms, and shouted loudly: "I want to "Mianyun" and "Suyun" too today!"

    Ding Erkang looked at Du Heng's happy look, and imitated him by hugging Yunwu into his arms, closing his eyes as if embracing his closest lover.

    At this moment, everything is sounding, and the years are quiet!

    When it was getting dark, they set foot on the way home. Du Heng kept complaining to Ding Erkang: "The hospitality is too dishonest. Obviously I want to live on the mountain for one night and feel the winter with four seasons the next day. You just don't like it."  Jean, your heart is too dishonest!"

    Ding Erkang said helplessly: "Brother Zimei, the temperature here drops so much at night that people can freeze to death, and there are no inns or houses. How can we stay overnight? There is no precedent for anyone staying overnight in Wu Hanfeng. If we two  Stay overnight on the top of the mountain tonight, tomorrow there will be two statues, people who don¡¯t know it will think it¡¯s a man and a woman who died in love from a distance, but when they look at the two big men up close, they¡¯re holding hands and freezing together, what do you think if they¡¯re not in order?¡±

    Du Heng smiled and said: "What do you think? At most, it's a brotherly love story. I will protect you from the severe cold for my brother, and they will go to Huangquan together!"

    Ding Erkang laughed loudly when he heard this: "Why are you blocking the severe cold for me instead of me for you? I think this script should be written like this: two brothers went to the beautiful scenery, both died in Wu Hanfeng, dying  I went to die generously before, and confessed my heart to each other, all of them shed tears, regretting my inadvertent making friends, and using death to avoid this, I hope the world will take this as a warning, and you must be cautious in making friends in the future, once you enter the deep like the sea"

    Du Heng listened to Ding Erkang's mouth full of nonsense, and his stomach hurt from laughing, and he kept pressing his stomach with his hands, "Oh, it's really careless in making friends, future generations should remember it."

    It was already evening after returning home, and Erkang's parents had already prepared dinner and were waiting for them to return.  Today's meal is zygote rice with corn buns.  Hezi rice is a kind of local stewed salty porridge. It is stewed with beans, potatoes, pumpkin, fried soybeans, dried radish and millet. The soup is golden and thick like amber.  Garlic, scallions, hot pot, a bowl of delicious zygote rice is finished. It tastes salty and delicious, and the taste is as sticky as silk. It is the most typical representative of local dinner.

    Du Heng drank three bowls without raising his head, and said while drinking, "It's delicious, it's delicious. This kind of rice is what feeds people. I guess five bowls is no problem."

    Ding Erkang hurriedly stopped him and said: "At most three bowls, before Wu Song beat the tiger, there was a writing on Jingyang Gang: Three bowls are not enough for the post, so my family's rice should also be written: At most three bowls, don't worry if it is too long!  "

    Du Heng said: "Well, for my personal safety, and for the smooth travel of my study tour, I will avoid it and only drink three bowls. However, after the study tour, my aunt must make it for me again, and I will drink five bowls  Let Auntie take a good look at it."

    Ding Erkang's parents sat on the side, looked at it, smiled and shook their heads, and said, "Although this child is not small, he is still a child. It is delicious, no problem, and I promise to let you eat five bowls.  "

    All nightAfter talking, they went to sleep separately after washing, Du Heng slept very soundly, and had a dream, dreaming that his mother also boiled zygote rice for himself in the dream, he sang with relish, and his mother was smiling and feasting beside him

    The next day when Du Heng opened his eyes, it was already dawn. He got up to look for Ding Erkang. Someone told him that Ding Erkang was in "Mengmeitang", so Du Heng came to "Mengmeitang".

    As soon as he entered the "Mengmeitang", he saw Ding Erkang writing in front of his desk. Du Heng stepped forward to take a closer look, and what he wrote was "Who bears the name of advocating elegance, Mengmeitang sells the sound of plums".  Ding Erkang has been learning Wang style since he was a child, and the fonts are elegant, quite a bit like Wang Xizhi's elegant and fresh style. Du Heng couldn't help but applaud Ding Erkang: "Brother Erkang has a strong pen and fresh fonts. He really deserves to be the descendant of the champion.  It's so well written, and these two lines of poems are also very appropriate, I admire you so much!"

    Ding Erkang hurriedly said modestly: "Brother Zimei, you have been praised since childhood. Your handwriting has been practiced since childhood, with strict and correct structure, strong brushwork, upright, and open. Both have their own characteristics, and it is hard to say which one is better and the other is worse!"  "

    When Du Heng heard it, he was also secretly happy: "Actually, I am not worse than Erkang. I have also practiced my brush since I was a child. I have never dared to neglect it. Although I have no pen mountain, I still practice hard every day.  There is a little success." The little boy in his stomach was scared, but he didn't dare to say it out, after all, he still understood the truth that humility makes people progress, and pride makes people regress.

    Ding Erkang greeted at this time: "Brother Zimei, I wanted to let you sleep more today. I was too tired yesterday, so I didn't wake you up. How is your injury on your hand? Let me take a look."

    Du Heng hurriedly stretched out his hand, and Ding Erkang opened the wrapped gauze layer by layer, only to see that the wound no longer oozes pus, gradually subsided, and the redness and swelling were not so great.

    Ding Erkang said: "The wound has healed very well. If you apply the medicine a second time, I will guarantee that you will not leave scars. The Ding family's secret magic medicine is absolutely not bragging. Let's set off on time in two days and head towards Shanyang!"  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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