When it was time to taste it, Fu Rong finally understood the deep meaning of Xie An's words. Xie Xuan's original intention was not to make fish, but in terms of the fun of fishing and the leisurely mood of making fish, fishing made him more calm, even in short-term In a short morning, he can catch dozens of fish. His calmness is unmatched by anyone. Cooking fish makes him more relaxed. Folding flowers and arranging dishes makes him care more about the details. Such a talent should be Xie Jiazhilan Eucalyptus.
Xie Yan didn't take it seriously, and while tasting the fish made by his brother, he muttered, "It's too spicy, too sweet, too sour, I don't even know what this fish tastes like."
Xie An heard this, and said, "If you want to know the real taste of fish, I will tell you a good way. You don't have to cook and boil it so troublesomely. When you come back from fishing next time, you can just eat one. It’s fine if you don’t.”
Xie Yan pouted, "Does anyone say that about their son?"
"Talk more, face the wall for two hours."
Xie Yan immediately covered her mouth and said nothing.
After the meal, the only thing Fu Rong remembered was the peach blossom petals that adorned the fish plate. As for the taste of the fish, as Xie Yan said, in addition to the taste, the heart is even more mixed. .
Xie Xuan told Fu Rong, "You don't have to worry about this battle. Liu Laozhi helped Fu Pi fight Murongchui in Hebei, and he will win."
"I'm not worried about those things."
Xie An said, "Your brother, he will be here soon."
Xie Xuan also said, "That's right, Murong Chong is proclaiming himself emperor in A Fang, and he is pressing every step of the way. Soon, your country will be over soon."
"Murong Chong? The Xianbei prince?"
Xie An was surprised, "I thought you didn't know him."
Fu Rong shook his head, his eyes dimmed, as if he was recalling something from the past, "My brother traveled to Yecheng with me. At that time, he was an 8-year-old prince, and now he is the emperor."
Xie An took him up to a high platform in the north of Dongshan Mountain. The high platform was five feet high. Standing on it and going down, the whole Dongshan Mountain became smaller. Only by looking far away can one see the vastness of the country. Xie An Pointing forward, "Every evening, I will wait and see here."
"What are you looking for?"
"The country's death."
"Standing facing the north, I can see the flames of war on the land of the Central Plains. I often think, what a beautiful scene it would be if there were no distinction between Han people and Wuhu people in the world. Why do we have to separate Han people? Don't we Are they descendants of Yan Huang?"
Fu Rong said, "You are a saint, just like your brother."
"So we are the best of enemies and the best of friends."
When Xie An smiled, he was always extremely gentle, like a blooming lotus, shining on all living beings, like a fairy, "When he comes, my wish will come true."
Fu Rong was confused and didn't beg him for an explanation, he didn't want to know anything, the only thing he begged for was his brother.
Xie Xuan seemed to see his doubts, "If you are still not at ease, I can send troops to assist Chang'an. Of course, it is not to restore the situation for your Qin State, but to send him here for you."
"No need." Fu Rong said calmly.
It's not that he doesn't want Xie Xuan's help, he just believes in his elder brother, there is nothing he can't do, even though the Qin State is torn apart today, he still believes that his elder brother can save the crisis by himself.
Fu Rong's deep eyes stared into the distance, and there were screams and screams in the vague vision, the horses roared, the flags stood everywhere, and the corpses littered the field, the northern land fell into a raging war, and his elder brother sat alone In the city of Chang'an, it was as if he was alone on this high platform at this moment, and his heart was filled with sadness, and the world had been turned upside down in fourteen years.
Fu Rong closed his eyes in pain, his body was weak and weak, and he was about to slip, but he was held by a strong arm, and his warm voice came to his ears, "Don't worry, you will become a family eventually, you , me, him, everyone will live happily together, just like my Dongshan."
Fu Rong opened his eyes and looked at his fairy-like face. After all, he groaned silently. He only felt the warmth of the person on his body spread throughout his body, and his heart became hot.
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Another half a year later, at the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, the peach blossoms in Dongshan fell, and the peonies withered. There were only bare branches of peach blossoms and a gentle stream. Xie An would invite Fu Rong to soak in the hot spring every day at dusk. Fu Rong has long regarded soaking in hot springs as an important thing, and the longer he soaks, the longer he stays in the spring water for several hours each time, his heart seems to be still.
I heard that the big country in the north disappeared, and several small kingdoms sprang up on the land of war. Murong Chui's Yan Kingdom was in Yecheng, Murong Chong's Yan Kingdom was in Chang'an, Yao Chang's Qin Kingdom was in the North, Tuo Ba Si ruled the roost in the prairie of the former Dai State.
Maybe, Xie An has been lying to him, his brother will not come.
Xie Xuan couldn't save his elder brother either.
Because Liu Laozhi failed in Yecheng, at the same time that Liu Laozhi withdrew to Jiankang, Fu Pi also withdrew from Yecheng to Jinyang, proclaimed himself emperor in Jinyang, and pursued his father Qin King Fu Jian as Emperor Xuanzhao .
The warmer he was physically, the colder his heart became.
His elder brother will stay forever in the land where he was born and raised. His body and soul will all live there.
What a wonderful home.