On the second day, the rain stopped suddenly and the sky cleared.
After several days of wind and rain, the flowers in the courtyard will inevitably wither. But there are more green leaves popping out, and among those green leaves, there is a small flower bone flower that has not yet grown up. Looking at the scene, it will not take three to five days, and the tree will be full of flowers again.
Shen Qingxuan was sitting in the yard, smelling the earthy fragrance in the air and looking into the distance, and seeing the distance for a few days, the entire mountain forest was washed by the rain into a faint green, glowing like gemstones.
Sitting at noon, the sun became venomous, and the people who were illuminated were sweating all over their bodies, as if they were about to burst out the temperature that had been brewing for many days, and the birds in the hot forest began to droop their heads.
Shen Qingxuan squinted his eyes and looked at the golden sun in the sky, and in just a split second, his eyes were completely white.
He hurriedly closed his eyes to let them rest, Shen Qingxuan couldn't help but felt depressed, he just thought helplessly, the sun dared to come out after this old monster left.
As soon as he thought about it, he felt it was funny again, leaned his head back on the chair, and sighed softly.
He sat there until the afternoon.
The sunlight stretched the shadow of him sitting alone in the wheelchair, making the old elders grow longer.
It took more than a month for Yi Mo to leave, and there was no news during that time.
Shen Qingxuan just pretended that she never knew about his departure and didn't think about it. Only occasionally, when he turned to the side, flashes would appear in his mind, thinking about whether he had found his snake slough or not, and how long it would be before he returned to the mountain. As soon as the thought appeared, I forcibly suppressed it, refusing to ask for trouble.
In this way, this month has been considered stable.
In the second month, just after the seventh day of the lunar new year, Shen Qingxuan flipped through the almanac, and the traces drawn by the ink brush appeared in front of his eyes, thinking that his mother's birthday was approaching. Thinking about not knowing what to give as a birthday gift, and secretly worrying.
The servant next to him saw his gloomy expression, guessed what he was thinking, and spent a few days with him, and then came up with an idea, saying that the young master should prepare some wild goods from the mountains, and then cook himself, and make a bowl of longevity noodles for the old lady Send it as a congratulatory gift.
Shen Qingxuan thought about it, and readily agreed.
Mrs. Shen believes in Buddhism, and she doesn't touch meat, which is well known by the world. All kinds of fungi in the mountains are fresh, and there are even fresh bamboo shoots after the rain.
Shen Qingxuan sent someone to pick a large basket, picked them up and stored them separately, and then went into the kitchen to knead the dough.
After working for a few days, I just rolled out a long unbroken noodle. Mrs. Shen's birthday is coming up.
After packing the boiled fresh mushroom soup, shredded fresh bamboo shoots and topping it with toppings, Shen Qingxuan packed it in a food box and sent someone down the mountain, telling the longevity noodles to be boiled in the house before they were poured with mushroom soup.
The young servant took the order, took the food box and a basket of fresh mountain products, and went down the mountain.
Shen Qingxuan sent him to the door, looked at the young servant's back, unable to recover for a long time.
Seeing him like that, the maid beside him felt quite desolate. She stood there for a while and said in a low voice: "Since the young master misses the old lady, why don't you go down the mountain and send it in person? The old lady will be happier seeing the young master."
Shen Qingxuan came back to his senses, and there was no expression on his face after hearing this, he shook his head slightly, and made a gesture to ask her to push him back to the room.
The young man took the food box and other things and walked down the mountain quickly, and arrived at the Shen residence just as the sun was setting. When Shen's mother heard the news, she shed tears when she saw the soup in the box. She took out her handkerchief to wipe her tears and said to herself, "My son is filial."
The young servant was clever, bowed his waist and said a few auspicious words, and said: "Young master rolled this noodles by himself, and sent a villain to bring it. Before leaving, he told him to cook it at home. Madam, do you want to eat now?"
Shen's mother nodded, went into the kitchen, watched the cook boil the water, put the long noodle into the pot, put it into the bowl when it was fished out, poured the mushroom soup that was just warm, and it was hot The noodles are drenched in warm soup, just right for the mouth. Neither cold nor hot.
After eating the noodles, Mrs. Shen summoned the young boy to reward her, and confessed: "Go back and tell Xuan'er, mother knows what he's thinking. In previous years, when he came home, I cried once. His heart was already bitter. Seeing me like this makes me even more sad. Now that he doesn't go down the mountain, I don't blame him. Let him rest on the mountain. A mother doesn't ask him to become a businessman and become an official, but to be safe and secure." Speaking of this cooperation He said Buddha's blessing with his hand, and left with tears.
The young servant got a lot of reward money, put it in his bosom, returned to the mountain and relayed Shen Qingxuan's mother's words verbatim. After winning another reward, he left happily.
The days in the mountains passed very slowly, and it was summer again. Days are long and nights are short.
Shen Qingxuan also felt that the days passed extremely slowly, sitting under the tree during the day, dazed for a long time, and when he opened his eyes again, he still had Lang Lang's headache.
I don't know how this time wasted, but he pushed open the window one day, and suddenly smelled the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, but was surprised again. Is it already August
The Mid-Autumn Festival in August is the fragrance of chrysanthemum yellow, crab fat, and sweet-scented osmanthus.
Shen Qingxuan became interested, ordered people to wash the courtyard with clear water, spread fine sand on the floor, and stay cool at night, and invited all the young servants, maids, cooks and old servants, and set up three or four tables of banquets, boiled dozens of big fat crabs on the table. In the middle, hot wine was boiled again, and everyone was told to watch the moon and eat and drink.
The servants in this mountain courtyard were not originally under the supervision of the mansion, and they had a rather wild temper. After getting the master's permission and seeing the master's family, they were very excited, so they started eating and talking immediately.
Shen Qingxuan sat at a table with a few personal servants, listening to the jokes they told, he also smiled. The servants were also happy when they saw the master was happy, and immediately told jokes one after another, some of them were very rude, Shen Qingxuan also lost his composure by laughing, and rewarded him with wine after laughing.
After three cups of yellow soup, the boy was very proud, and his naughty jokes were unrestrained. For a while, the nonsense from all over the world became more and more absurd. What about Xingtian, what about Fuxi, and the stories of flower ghosts and fox fairies, one after another, not to mention the down-and-out scholar and the kind and righteous monster and ghost fairy that they like to talk about most. It's time to make an oath to eachother. In this kind of story, a small guy started the story, and the rest of the story went on, one more sad than the other, more lingering than the other.
The courtyard was extremely lively for a while.
It was the third watch of the night, everyone in the courtyard was drunk, Shen Qingxuan was happy, he also ate a few more drinks, and became a little drowsy. The maid who served him personally was still awake and sent him back to the house to rest. Shen Qingxuan lay on the bed and sent her to the courtyard to continue drinking with everyone and rest alone.
The maidservant closed the door and left, only then did Shen Qingxuan feel the effects of alcohol, which made him quite uncomfortable, and he regained some clarity. He could smell the bustling sounds outside the house slipping in through the cracks of the window lattice and door, seeming to be near and far away, as if real and unreal, and felt a little desolate.
I can't help but think of Yi Mo, thinking to myself that I don't know where he is now, what he is busy with, whether he has found the snake slough, whether he has had wine during the Mid-Autumn Festival... do I ever think of myself, the time when I talked with pen and ink by candlelight...
Just as he was thinking wildly, he suddenly heard a clear and clear female voice calling beside his ear, "Master."
Shen Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes, but there was no one around. He almost thought he had heard wrong, paused, and suddenly lifted the bed curtain.
Not far away, there was a red-clothed woman standing in a pavilion, with a high bun, blushing complexion, picturesque eyebrows, indescribably charming and beautiful.
He was looking at himself affectionately.
Shen Qingxuan stared blankly at her for a long while, only to see that the woman's cheeks were even redder and her style was more beautiful.
Thinking that he was in a dream, Shen Qingxuan hastily reached out and twisted his body, but it was extremely painful.
Suddenly came to his senses, this woman is either a fairy or a demon. Be vigilant.
The woman moved lightly with lotus steps, walked up to his bed, lowered her head and said shyly: "As you think, my family is exactly the charm of flowers in the mountains. I have inherited your kindness for many years, watered them carefully, and cultivated them into a human shape. The young master in the Shicai courtyard was drunk. I poured a glass of wine on my servant, do you still remember, Young Master?"
Shen Qingxuan listened in a daze, thought about it in a daze, and suddenly remembered that it seemed to happen just now, but it was a bunch of phoenix flowers.
The woman's pink neck drooped, and she said, "That's my slave's house."
Shen Qingxuan only came back to his senses at this point, he just didn't understand her reason for coming, and looked at her suspiciously.
"Your servant has benefited from your son's favor, so you can have today..." As she said that, her face suddenly turned red, and she was even more beautiful, and she said in a voice like a mosquito: "Come to repay your son tonight."
She spoke very softly, and did not dare to raise her shameful eyebrows and eyes. Shen Qingxuan was originally an extremely intelligent person, but when he realized what she meant, he was immediately too ashamed, his ears turned red, and he didn't know how to answer.
Both of them were shy for a moment, the shadow of the candle was shaking, and the atmosphere became charming.
Seeing this, the woman was still blushing and did not dare to look up, but stretched out her hand, lightly untied the red blouse, lay down slowly, and snuggled into his arms.
With warm and fragrant nephrite in your arms, there is no reason not to be indifferent.
Shen Qingxuan was naturally moved, but also hesitated. The relationship between men and women is unusual. Although he was born in a merchant's family, he was enlightened at the age of three. He learned the etiquette of poetry and prose under the guidance of a famous teacher, and he has never said anything frivolous until now. Although I also thought about the matter of men and women, because of my body, I have already given up this idea.
Tonight, this woman is as beautiful as a flower. Although she is a different kind, she is innocent. Therefore even if he liked it in his heart, Shen Qingxuan did not dare to act rashly.
After thinking about it, Shen Qingxuan gradually calmed down, but the woman didn't follow her, her soft limbs entangled in the blanket.
Shen Qingxuan couldn't speak, so he could only push away, just after pushing away a little, she timidly wrapped her up again, pushed again, wrapped around again.
Repeated several times, the two people on the bed were originally a pair of young men and women, and the dry firewood finally ignited with a bang.
Shen Qingxuan's mind was already lacking, and he just walked in a daze to the critical moment. Suddenly, he felt the warmth of the soft jade in his arms, and his body suddenly turned cold. There was also a cold palm caressing his forehead. I just heard a voice whispering in my ear: "Mr. Shen is really ancient and beautiful, beautiful and natural."
Shen Qingxuan was shocked suddenly, his waist trembled, and he opened his eyes suddenly.
However, he saw that the surrounding scenery was still the same, and there was no one there, but the bed was about ten steps away from him.
Shen Qingxuan only felt sweat dripping from his forehead, but his whole body was bitingly cold, as if he was still wrapped around his cold body in his dream.
Looking down, he saw that he was soaking in the bathtub, and the water was completely cold.
It turned out that I fell asleep while taking a bath, and had a dream.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Shen Qingxuan shook his head amusingly, and raised his arms to ring the bell to call someone.
For a moment, he glanced at the bottom of the water out of the corner of his eye, and his outstretched hand suddenly froze in mid-air as if rigid, and his face was as white as paper, staring at the turbidity of the bottom of the water, floating to his eyes.
Unexpectedly... I ejaculated.