At night, I can't see the appearance of the distance clearly. The nearby ground is covered with white snow, and what can be seen in the distance are the stars and the moon gathered together. Vertex Novel Updates Fastest
Gu Nan sat upright beside Duanmuqing, the hot air from the bowl hit her face, making her cold face melt like something, bringing warmth.
"No." Gu Nan handed a bowl to Duanmu Qing.
"Thank you." Duanmuqing took the bowl with her head down, and looked at the things in the bowl.
There are some white balls in a bowl of white soup, and when touched with a spoon, they are soft and sticky, and one is scooped up gently.
The round shape of the ball lying in the spoon is also somewhat attractive, exuding a slight mist.
"What is this, what?"
Duanmuqing asked.
Gu Nan had already started to eat, and ate the glutinous rice balls in the spoon into his mouth in one gulp.
Although she doesn't know much about what to eat, she only needs to wrap it up and put some sugar in it, which is quite simple.
It is worth mentioning that the caramel was still a bit hard at this time, and the kitchen knife could not cut it open.
Bite the glutinous rice balls into the mouth, and the sesame paste inside flows out with the syrup in it, dripping in the mouth. The light sweetness accompanied by the slight heat makes people squint their eyes unconsciously.
Taking a deep breath, a mist condensed in the cold air and dispersed.
Hearing Duanmuqing's question, Gu Nan also remembered that although there was Lantern Festival in the Western Han Dynasty, there was no custom of eating glutinous rice balls, so he casually told a lie that was not a lie, and said with a light smile.
"This is called glutinous rice balls, which is a custom in my hometown. Every year during the Lantern Festival, family members come back to eat this together, which symbolizes reunion."
Gu Nan said, and continued to eat another one. She liked to eat these sweet things in her previous life. Every year during the Lantern Festival, although she has no family, she cooks some glutinous rice balls by herself.
"reunion?"
Duanmuqing knew about the Lantern Festival, which was a festival to worship Taiyi, but she didn't know that the Lantern Festival also meant reunion.
"That's right." Gu Nan raised his head and pointed in the direction of the moon: "Look, the moon is very round. In my hometown, family members will come back to reunite no matter where they are at this time."
She said these words with a nostalgic smile on her face.
This was given to her by her teacher in the orphanage. She always believed in these words when she was young, so every year she would wait for the moon to turn round.
It's just that no one will come every year, and then she no longer believes in these nonsense.
For a while, she thought that the teacher lied to her, but later she realized that she didn't even have a home. Even if you want to go home, where can you go back
Will all the family members come back? Duanmu Qing didn't know what to think of, and there was a slight smile on her face.
"Gu, Gu Nan, the customs in your hometown are very, very good."
"Why do you say that?" Gu Nan asked while eating glutinous rice balls.
Duanmuqing's tone was a little vague: "Dear, all relatives will come back, are you very happy?"
Gu Nan paused for a while before smiling and nodding.
"Yes, I should be very happy."
She pouted at the spoon in Duanmuqing's hand.
"Don't just talk, eat and see, it's delicious."
Duanmuqing slowly put the glutinous rice balls into her mouth, filled with sweet taste, said in a low voice.
"tasty."
Gu Nan smiled: "Yes."
The two sat in the snow and ate.
In the silence of the night, Duanmuqing suddenly asked: "Gu Nan, Ming, next year, will you still be there?"
Gu Nan had some doubts and stopped his spoon.
"What's wrong?"
"No, no, I just thought, you, you are so good at swordsmanship, and you know so many things. You, you said that you want to collect theories of hundreds of schools. So, I think, are you going to leave after learning medical skills? gone?"
It is rare for Duanmuqing to speak such a long sentence, she finished speaking intermittently, eating glutinous rice balls with her head down.
"Do you still want to eat glutinous rice balls next year?" The answer from the side didn't answer the question.
Duanmuqing raised her head to look at Gu Nan, then moved her eyes slightly: "Think."
Gu Nan raised his shoulders and said with a smile, "Then I will do it for you next year."
Duanmu Qing's eyes froze for a moment, then his brows relaxed.
"it is good."
The light mist made everything in front of me look hazy.
The moon was perfect that night. Although it was not yet the Lantern Festival, it seemed quite round.
Every year, Shuofang probably only has two appearances, one is a long desert wasteland, and the other is a vast expanse of snow.
So sometimes it makes people feel that they can't tell the time and the year.
The vast wasteland stretches as far as the eye can see, but there is little change. It is often the few dead trees standing in the endless desert, the branches are ruined, without branches and leaves, standing there bare.
The occasional few rolls of hay couldn't stand up, and were blown up by the wind, turning over on the wasteland.
Gu Nan accompanies Duanmuqing to collect medicines outside. She often only sees yellow sand in her eyes. Duanmuqing can always find places where medicinal herbs and vegetation grow. She is familiar with this place, and she doesn't know how long she has lived here alone.
When she had nothing to do, Gu Nan just wrote on the barren slope with the bamboo slips that she made up herself. She couldn't finish writing one book, and she even wrote a few more volumes in a wicked way, and named a single volume.
For example, there is a book called Taiping Yaoshu that records some simple chemical knowledge and climate phenomena.
A book that records the theory of traditional Chinese medicine in Duanmuqing's family and some vague theories of modern medicine is called Qing Nangshu.
Some of these books have titles in ancient legends, and some are titles lost in later generations.
She didn't know if she wrote it like this, whether the predecessors who really wrote those books would get angry.
Or when those people later found out that their names had been taken up when they were writing their essays, would they scold her behind her back
She was just writing for fun.
She herself has a little understanding of many things in it, the basics, and she tries to write in detail as much as possible, but the more in-depth she writes, the more vague she writes.
I don't know if this group of books is circulated in the future, whether some unlucky person will see it. If they learn it, I'm afraid they have to study the content behind it while learning it.
I don't know the years outside the Great Wall, and I can see only the wind blowing the yellow sand, as if day after day has passed.
And the bamboo slips she wrote almost filled a bamboo frame, which must have been left untouched for a long time, and it was also covered with a thin layer of dust.
It may be months, it may be more than a year, or it may be several years.
An army formation of tens of thousands of people passed through the wasteland. The yellow sand on the ground was trampled up by horseshoes and armored boots. Han army.
The young general in front of the army looked carefully into the distance, the army was just passing by here and would not stay for long.