Lu Zhishan had always treated him well, and he was truly grateful. He should have stayed by Lu Zhishan's side and sworn loyalty to him for the rest of his life, but instead he wanted to follow Zhao Jingting's footsteps like crazy.
Later, he followed Zhao Jingting to Culun. It was a brand new and desolate world. Wherever he could see, there were either green grass touching the sky or yellow sand dancing wildly. He had nothing and had to start everything over again, but he didn't know anything about it. He doesn't feel it's hard work, he is ambitious and full of energy, as if his youthful vitality has only just blossomed since he was twenty-four years old.
Because there is Zhao Jingting, because Zhao Jingting only has him at this time.
He was full of energy and accompanied Zhao Jingting to reclaim this barren land, accompanied Zhao Jingting through the most difficult and difficult years, and accompanied Zhao Jingting to finally smile again.
He would not tell Zhao Jingting that he was from the Northeast and was born with a capacity for drinking a thousand cups. Even the most powerful burning knife would be just water for him to drink.
He would not even tell Zhao Jingting that on New Year's Eve that year, he had been awake from beginning to end. When he accepted the man's love with trembling, excitement and anticipation, he had been awake and gritted his teeth. Really It hurt, but he was so happy that every pore in his body could bloom.
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After leaving the mutton restaurant, the two of them were not in a hurry to return to the General's Mansion, and wandered leisurely side by side in the crowded streets. The small town in Northern Xinjiang, no matter how lively it was, was also very shabby, but the two of them felt like they were in a fairyland.
"Don't people here eat rice dumplings? There are moxa leaves and garlic hanging on the door of every house, so why don't they eat rice dumplings?" From beginning to end of the street, there was no one selling rice dumplings. Xie Lun was very disappointed, " I really saved my stomach for the zongzi. If I had known, I would have eaten the lamb leg just now."
"Don't be afraid if you don't have it. Let's go back and pack it ourselves," Zhao Jingting looked at the awkward ghost beside him and said softly, "We happened to pass by a reed swamp just now, and we will pick more reed leaves later."
Xie Lun looked stunned: "Zhao Jingting, you know how to make rice dumplings? Why have I never heard of you?"
"No, but I can learn." Zhao Jingting stopped and held Xie Lun's hand in a deserted corner of the street. He looked at Xie Lun with extremely gentle eyes, "Alan, although I am old and very Stupid, but I will learn many things well. Not only will I learn how to make rice dumplings, I will also learn to understand you better and love you more."
Xie Lun's nose suddenly felt sour, but he frowned and pretended, "It's good to live and learn. Xiao Zhao, it's good that you have such an awareness."
Zhao Jingting couldn't help but laugh. He easily broke off a moxa leaf from the door behind him and put it into the purse around Xie Lun's waist. He said to Xie Lun, "In my hometown, during the Dragon Boat Festival, mugwort leaves are not only hung on the door. , also carry it with you to repel mosquitoes and ward off evil spirits.”
Xie Lun looked at his gentle movements, and he was also incredibly gentle in his heart: "Zhao Jingting, at this time I remembered a poem that fit the occasion."
Zhao Jingting smiled: "Why is it that the wind and rain bring about dusk and darkness, and Miluo has nowhere to hang up the heroes?"
"No, it's another sentence," Xie Lun said softly while watching Zhao Jingting word by word, "On the afternoon of May 5th, give me a sprig of moxa."
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The sixth day of June in the twenty-seventh year of Jiasheng
At this time in previous years, Shoukang Palace was the most lively, but after the death of the Queen Mother, Shoukang Palace became deserted. Now Princess Jing'an lives alone in Shoukang Palace.