For these disciples who have lived in the sect since childhood, the festival is not important, the flowers are blooming, the moon is full and the weather is cold. It's an ordinary climate, and it's not worth the trouble. Therefore, the New Year of the Chunjun School was very simple. There was neither family reunion nor firecrackers and new clothes. It was nothing more than two more dishes added to the lunchroom.
Xue Qinglan adapts well to this. He is more like a pure disciple than Wen Heng. He does what he should do in the daytime. At night, he hugs the hand stove that Wen Heng made for him and curls up on the couch to read a book. Get used to it.
After all, Wen Heng grew up in a gentle and wealthy township, and he has seen the world's first-class bustling and bustling. Every festival, he can't help but miss his parents and relatives, but Xue Qinglan seems to be isolated from the world when he was a child, and he does not eat the fireworks of the world. , and naturally no ripples will arise.
Wen Heng originally had a good opinion of Xue Ci. He was a famous doctor and a good friend of his master, and he was worthy of respect no matter what his identity was. But the longer he got along with Xue Qinglan, the more he felt that Xue Ci, a master, was a dereliction of duty. He had blinded a good seedling, and it was not good for him. The owner of the drugstore knew how to give his staff a few extra cents during the holidays. , not even auspicious words.
When Xue Qinglan heard his footsteps, she put down the scroll in her hand, and just raised her head, something cold was suddenly stuck on her forehead.
The sweet and sweet orange fragrance rushed into his nose, and his eyes immediately curled up, full of smiles: "Where did the oranges come from?"
The two red oranges rolled into his arms, Wen Heng sat down beside the couch, and said, "Today's New Year's Eve, the Shanxia Grange sent a lot of gift fruits."
Xue Qinglan said "oh", without questioning or caring, she picked up the orange and peeled it off, plucked off the silk, and gave half of it to Wen Heng. His fingers were fair and slender, and peeling an orange peel was pleasing to the eye. Wen Heng's heart moved, and he suddenly asked, "Qinglan, do you want to go down the mountain to have a look?"
"What's so beautiful down the mountain?" Xue Qinglan swallowed a piece of orange and said inexplicably, "Are you going down the mountain? If you want to go, I can accompany you."
Wen Heng pushed the boat along the water and said, "Then it's settled, accompany me down the mountain on the Spring Festival."
According to the rules of the Chunjun School, from the new year to the fifteenth day of Shangyuan, Xu disciples will leave the mountain for one day and go wherever they go. Wen Heng had no interest in hanging out in previous years, so he passed by in a hurry. Since he decided to bring Xue Qinglan with him this year, he chose a special day. Since ancient times, Yuan Xi can not help but night, Shang Yuan Festival, lanterns all over the city, all surnames travel together, it is a rare and lively time of the year.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Wen Heng reported to Qin Ling and Xue Ci, brought Xue Qinglan down the mountain, and rushed to Zhanchuan City for lunch. It was noon, and high platforms and lanterns had been erected on the streets. Many teahouses and restaurants had a large pot in front of them.
In addition, there are people who sell food, lanterns, masks, clay figurines, candy figurines, and other gadgets, and the list goes on and on. These are still foreplay. When night falls, people will set up stages to sing operas, guess lantern riddles, perform tricks, sing and dance, all night long, and the people have to bring their families and family to travel around the city to pray for the coming year. No disease or disaster, this is the most exciting finale in the first month.
Wen Heng said: "The real excitement hasn't started yet, why don't you go to eat first, take a good spot facing the street, and at dusk, the lights will almost come on."
Xue Qinglan looked at him up and down, and finally couldn't help but ask the most concerned question: "Senior brother, where did you get the money for the meal?"
Wen Heng was stunned, with an annoyed look on his face: "Unfortunately, I forgot about this, what should I do? Why don't my senior brother use the sword as a sword and buy you a bowl of dumplings?"
He pretended to be like that. Xue Qinglan was almost stunned by him, and half-believingly said: "It doesn't have to be like this, you really didn't bring any money?"
Wen Heng endured hardships and nodded solemnly.
Xue Qinglan sighed slightly, took out a purse from his arms and put it in his palm, helplessly said: "Fortunately I brought it... What are you laughing at!"
Wen Heng took his hand into his palm, pulled him lightly to his side, and boasted casually, "I'm really serious, remember to bring money when you go out. Let's go, I'll take you to dinner."
Xue Qinglan was dragged into a restaurant on the side of the street by him in a confused manner. The hall-runner came up to say hello, and Wen Heng said straight: "Mr. Fan has reserved a private room."
The walker immediately bowed and respectfully said, "Two distinguished guests, please go upstairs!"
This restaurant is open in a prosperous area, and when it is time to eat, the business is very prosperous. There was a lot of noise in the lobby, but the guy led them to the private room on the third floor, pushed the door open, and the fragrance of plum blossoms rushed to the face, and the room suddenly became quiet, isolating all the noise.
Xue Qinglan looked around, but saw that the private room was spacious, bright and elegantly decorated. The vase on the edge of the wall is filled with wax plums, and the large landscape screen behind the dining table creates another space, where the Arhat couch is arranged. On the couch, there are even dried fruit snacks on the small table. It might not be worth the money to sell both of them.
The man asked attentively, "What do the two young masters want to do? The dry-roasted yellow croaker in our shop is a must, and there are other signatures such as roasted mutton, roasted oxtail, eight treasures of mountain treasures, and soft-shelled turtle stewed chicken."
He said this to Wen Heng. He subconsciously felt that this person could decide, but Wen Heng picked up the pot and poured two cups of tea, pushed one of them to Xue Qinglan, and asked, "What do you want to eat? I’m only a vegetarian every day, I’m afraid I’m already tired of it, and it just so happens that I have just given my filial piety recently, so I can accompany you to eat a few mouthfuls of meat and fish.”
No matter how stupid Xue Qinglan was, he saw through his tricks at this time, shook his head and said, "I've never been here before, so I don't know what to eat at his house, so it's better for senior brother to order some."
So Wen Wei measured the tastes of the two, ordered four signs, a few dishes of light vegetables, and added an example of mountain delicacy soup and two bowls of glutinous rice balls. After carefully explaining the taboos, he asked the patriarch to go out and pass the dishes.
After the door was closed, only the two of them were left sitting opposite each other. Xue Qinglan sighed with a tea bowl in hand, "I underestimated you. Senior brother kept it a secret, and deceived me so hard."
Wen Heng said: "Since I know I lied to you, why don't you eat this or that? I should choose the more expensive one, so that I can have a long memory, so as not to bully children like this in the future."
Xue Qinglan smiled and said, "Senior brother, don't be humble. If this is bullying, I don't know how many people have broken their heads, just to be bullied by you."
"I can't afford it." Wen Heng pushed the window open a small crack, so as to disperse the slight smoke from burning charcoal in the house, "This matter is not expensive, and you are enough."
During the conversation, the food was served one after another. The two of them had never been restrained in their meals. There was no rule of "eating, not talking, sleeping, not talking" in private. It's an old sect, and after talking about it for nearly an hour, it's time to finish the meal and call someone in to clean it up.
When he was on Yueying Mountain, the food and lodging were poor. Wen Heng, a grandson of the king, even had to cook the fire himself, but he did not complain. He seemed to be able to adapt to everything and was no different from all the disciples; but when he arrived in Zhanchuan City, the traces of his past life It came back to him naturally again, as if it had always been like this, never worn out.
Who would have thought that only half a day at the end of the year would be the closest to the real him
Xue Qinglan was a little sleepy, staring at the sword at his waist in a daze. Wen Heng broke off half of the tuckahoe and hawthorn cake and handed it to him, so as not to accumulate food. Seeing that his eyes were scattered, he said, "Go to the couch to rest for a while, or go downstairs to play for a while."
Xue Qinglan didn't have much interest in "playing", he was willing to go down the mountain, purely to accompany Wen Heng. Whether it is far from the world or in the center of the world, as long as Wen Heng is beside him, it doesn't make much difference to him.
He bit the small piece of snack, swallowed it, and said, "What about you? Didn't you have something important to do when you came down the mountain?"
Wen Heng laughed: "What nonsense are you asking? I'm here to accompany you if there is nothing else. I'll follow you wherever you go."
The hawthorn fruit filling in the dim sum has a sweet and sour taste that spreads in the mouth and goes straight to the heart. Only then did Xue Qinglan understand why Wen Heng suddenly proposed to go down the mountain the day before. At first, he said that Xue Qinglan would accompany him, but it turned out that Wen Heng took this opportunity to take him out to relax.
Wen Heng has always been focused. He is a person who is as distant and difficult to get close to as the moon in a lake. Being able to accompany him every day, laughing and chatting, is already a friendship beyond Xue Qinglan's expectations. Not only according to people, but also according to him alone
But he also knew that the days of getting along like this wouldn't last long, and every day seemed to be stolen.
It was getting dark early in the winter, Xue Qinglan leaned on Wen Heng's knee and slept lightly. When he woke up, the lanterns were lit outside the window. Wen Heng put his hand on his forehead and said warmly, "The lights are on outside, go down and have a look. ?"
There are not so many people on the long street that they can't walk, but the lanterns on the street have been stretched for several miles. "Gu Dong" planted a butt. Fortunately, the children were all well-dressed, and it didn't hurt when they fell. They quickly rolled off the ground like a ball and continued chattering into the crowd.
Xue Qinglan called the laughter and laughter all over the street infected, her brows stretched, and her eyes were full of broken light, like a child who just walked out of the mountains, looking curiously at the strange and prosperous crowd. Wen Heng was afraid that he would be crowded out, so he took his hand and walked all the way forward. Suddenly, he heard an "Oops" sound, a little Douding who was not yet Wen Heng's calf fell down at Xue Qinglan's feet, and the lantern flew out of his hand. , fell to pieces.
Wen Heng helped Xue Qinglan behind him and asked in a low voice, "Are you alright?"
Xue Qinglan shook her head to indicate that it was okay, and hurriedly squatted down to help the child up. This child is really small, round and bulging, and Yuxue is so cute that he looks like five or six years old. Xue Qinglan asked him softly, "Did it hurt?"
The child looked up at him, then looked down at his empty hands, with a pack of hot tears in his eyes, and cried with a "wow".
Xue Qinglan: "..."
Wen Heng burst out laughing.
The child had a silver longevity lock on his neck, and two silver bracelets with bells on his wrists. When he moved, it made a "ding ding" noise, and the shrill cry was like a magic sound that pierced his ears, drilling people. Brain pain. Xue Qinglan couldn't hold it anymore, so she panicked and shouted "Senior Brother", Wen Heng laughed, brought the big and the small to his side, pointed to the lanterns on the street and asked, "Don't cry, I'll buy you a new lamp. ,OK?"
The child was very coaxing, and Wen Yan really held back her tears, but she was still choking lightly, looking at Wen Heng eagerly, and nodded.
Wen Heng said, "Then choose the one you like."
The child looked left and right, dazzled, wanted all of them, chose for a long time, and finally pointed to a red carp lantern. Wen Heng took it off for him, put it in his hands, and rubbed his short hair: "Be careful this time, don't fall again, eh?"
The child burst into laughter, gave a crisp "um", and Sa Huan ran away.
Wen Heng straightened his waist, and when he turned around, he found Xue Qinglan pursing his lips and laughing, and couldn't help but wonder, "What's wrong?"
Xue Qinglan said: "He will choose, the fat baby and the red carp are more suitable."
As soon as this statement came out, even the street vendor next to him laughed. Wen Heng turned around, picked a flower and bird palace lantern from the remaining lanterns on the stall, paid the money, and handed it to Xue Qinglan.
Xue Qinglan was surprised and amused, took it over, raised her head and asked him, "What is the meaning of this?"
"There is no meaning." Wen Heng took his other free hand and said casually, "No lamp is worthy of you, so I chose it casually."
The author has something to say: Two months of bamboo horses √
This is not a love drama! (hard-mouthed