The evil spirit dangled behind Lan Wangji for a while, and was blown away by the wind, complaining, "It's so cold..."
"… "
It looked left and right, found a farmer to lean on, and seemed to want to warm up. The farmer shivered suddenly. Lan Wangji tilted his head slightly, giving it a very cold out-of-the-way vision.
That evil spirit also shivered and went back aggrieved. But he still stretched his tongue and complained, "It's so heavy, it's raining so hard, it's so open... it's really cold..."
"… "
Until the doctor came, the peasants did not dare to speak to Lan Wangji. When the rain stopped, they moved the injured out of the wooden shed, Lan Wangji put down the roof, and left without saying a word.
By the time he arrived at the lotus pond, it was already sunset. He was about to go down the lake when a small boat propped up on the opposite side. A middle-aged woman on the boat said, "Hey! What are you doing?"
Lan Wangji said, "Pick lotus pods."
The woman said: "It's sunset. We won't let people in after dark. Today is no good, let's do it another day!"
Lan WangJi said, "I don't need to stop, I'll leave in a moment."
The woman said: "No, no, it's a rule, and I don't set the rules, you ask the master to go."
Lan Wangji said, "Where is the master of the lotus pond?"
The lotus girl said: "I went back early, so it's no use asking me. If I let you in, the owner of this lake has nothing good to say to me. Don't embarrass me."
Hearing this, Lan WangJi did not reluctantly any longer, and nodded, "Excuse me."
Although he looked calm, he could see a sense of disappointment.
The lotus-picking girl looked at his white clothes like snow again, but half of him was wet from the rain, and the white boots were stained with mud, so she softened her tone and said, "You are late today, come early tomorrow. Where are you from? It was a big rain just now, you kid, didn’t you come running in the rain? Why didn’t you bring an umbrella, how far is your home from here?”
Lan Wangji said truthfully, "Thirty-four miles."
When the lotus-picking girl heard this, she choked and said, "It's so far! It must have taken you a long time to get here. If you really want to eat lotus pods, you can buy them on the street, there are plenty."
Lan Wangji was about to turn around when he heard the words and stopped, and said, "The lotus pods on the street don't have stems."
The lotus-picking girl wondered: "Do you have to bring the stem? There is no difference in eating it."
Lan Wangji said, "Yes."
"No!"
Lan WangJi stubbornly said, "Yes. Someone told me there is."
The lotus-picking girl laughed and said, "Who told you that? Such a stubborn little boy has lost his mind!"
Lan WangJi did not speak, he lowered his head and prepared to turn around and go back. The man shouted again, "Is your home really that far away?"
Lan Wangji said, "En."
The lotus-picking girl said, "Would you like to... don't go back today? Find a place to live nearby and come tomorrow?"
Lan Wangji said, "There is a curfew at home. Go to school tomorrow."
The lotus-picking girl scratched her head and thought for a while, and finally said: "...Okay, let's let you in, just for a while, just a little while. If you want to pick it, hurry up, in case someone sees it, Go to the master to chew my tongue, I don't want to be scolded by others at my age."
After the empty mountains and new rain, the clouds are deep and unknown.
Magnolia after the rain is extraordinarily fresh and beautiful. Lan XiChen loved it when he saw it, he spread paper on the case and painted by the window.
Looking through the perforated window pane, seeing a figure in white slowly approaching, Lan XiChen said, "Forget the machine."
Lan Wangji came over and said through the window, "Brother."
Lan XiChen said, "I heard you talk about lotus pods yesterday, but today my uncle let someone buy lotus pods to go up the mountain. Do you want to eat them?"
Lan WangJi said outside the window, "I have eaten."
Lan XiChen was a little strange: "Have you eaten?"
Lan Wangji: "Hmm."
The two brothers said a few more words, and Lan Wangji went back to the quiet room.
After painting, Lan XiChen looked at it for a while, put it away, forgot it, took out the cracked ice, and went to the place where he practiced Qingxinyin every day.
In front of the gentian and small buildings, the clusters are lavender and dotted with star dew. Lan XiChen stepped in along the path, raised his eyes, and was slightly startled.
There is a white jade bottle on the wooden porch in front of Xiaozhumen, and the bottle contains a few high and low lotus pods.
The jade bottle is slender, the lotus stem is also slender, and the posture is very beautiful.
Lan XiChen put away the cracked ice, sat down next to the jade bottle on the wooden porch, looked sideways for a while, struggling in his heart.
In the end, I still refrained from peeling one secretly to eat and see what the difference was in the taste of lotus pods with stems.
Since Wangji looked so happy, it was probably really delicious.
The author has something to say: This article was originally intended to be a short story about Yunshen’s unknown place and the children in Lianhuawu catching ghosts in a cool summer, but in the end it was written into a warm rural life (
In a word, although the WiFi in childhood failed to bring the second brother back to Lotus Pier to eat, drink, and have fun, the two children Wang Xian still completed a friendship with each other intentionally or unintentionally!