Two years have passed in a flash.
In the autumn two years later, Xu Shuanglin was lying on the roof of the Rufengmen Hall, squinting at the sky full of red clouds, with a dog's tail grass in his mouth.
Few people will go up the top of this hall. It was originally a place for him to be alone, but at this moment, there are two people sitting on the left and the right next to him.
One is his elder brother Nangong Liu, and the other is Master Luo who is about the same age as them.
Xu Shuanglin felt that he was sometimes like some grinning beast, who easily did not allow others to invade his territory, so he didn't know why, from when would he be willing to take these two people up to the ridge of the roof and accompany him in a daze , Look at the clouds, see the dragonflies fly low, the catkins float to the heights.
"Liu'er! Xu'er! Where are you?"
Under the corridor came the anxious and slightly annoyed voice of my father.
"Really, every time I ask them to help clean the courtyard, they run faster than rabbits, these two little brats."
"Ah." Nangong Liu quietly stuck out a head from the corner of the eaves, opened his eyes, watched his father hurriedly walk over, and then retracted his head again, "Haha, let's go."
"The old man is also stupid." Xu Shuanglin crossed his legs lazily and looked contemptuously, "I never knew that I would go up to the roof to find us."
On the contrary, Luo Fenghua was a little uneasy: "Will it not be good for us to do this... sigh, otherwise, you can go down in a while, don't let the lord be in a hurry."
"What does it matter? Anyway, the sky is falling, and both of us will bear it." Nangong Liu made a face at him, "What are you worried about, Asu, are you right?"
Xu Shuanglin said neither right nor wrong, spit out the dog's tail grass in his mouth, stretched out, and sat up straight: "Give me the melon seeds."
Nangong Liu poured more than half of the melon seeds that he brought up into his hands, Xu Shuanglin squatted slowly and slanted his eyes, looking at Luo Fenghua in a somewhat amusing manner.
He spat off a piece of melon seed skin that stuck to his lips and said with a smile, "Master is afraid?"
"I just don't think it's good..."
"What's not so good." Xu Shuanglin said, "If the old man blames you, I'll show him."
Luo Fenghua: "..."
Xu Shuanglin reached out to Luo Fenghua again: "Give me an orange."
"Don't you like to eat..."
Xu Shuanglin's brows furrowed: "Will you give it to me? I won't hold you by your ankles and throw you down."
His brother came to be a good gentleman: "Axu, don't always be so fierce when you talk to Master."
"Master, what is it, it's all called to outsiders." Xu Shuanglin said, "How can a master sneak up on the roof with his apprentice and knock melon seeds?"
Luo Fenghua was very embarrassed by what he said, and slowly lowered his head.
Xu Shuanglin likes to see him like this, and every time he sees it, he has the pleasure of a bully bullying the weak. He stared at Luo Fenghua for a while, then grinned suddenly, revealing white teeth.
"Brother Shizun, is what the disciple said right?"
Brother Shizun was a name made up by Xu Shuanglin on a whim, respectful with intimacy, and intimacy with teasing, so Luo Fenghua seemed anxious and sad: "No, don't call me that."
"The title is just a formality. This is what Brother Shizun said himself."
Luo Fenghua: "..."
After teasing him, Xu Shuanglin stretched out his hand again, begging for nothing, "Oranges."
"You don't like it, I only brought one, it's for Aliu."
Xu Shuanglin's eyes widened, but instead of staring at Luo Fenghua, he turned to stare at his brother.
Nangong Liu was stuffing cakes into his mouth, choked abruptly, and waved his hands vaguely: "Well, I don't particularly want to eat oranges today, Master, just give it to him."
Luo Fenghua thought for a while and said, "Have half of you."
As he said that, he wiped the orange on his sleeve, then peeled it off, trying to split it in half fairly, but one side was bigger and the other was smaller.
So Luo Fenghua seemed a little distressed.
Probably because of his poor and helpless background, he would always be troubled by such trivial matters.
"Ugh… "
"Give me the big one." Xu Shuanglin was unceremonious. He took the orange with a golden knife and made a choice for Luo Fenghua, who was trying to make a bowl of water. "Give him the small one."
Luo Fenghua said, "Don't always bully your brother..."
Before he could finish speaking, a juicy orange was stuffed into his mouth. He widened his round eyes in astonishment, and looked at Xu Shuanglin blankly and ignorantly.
"What are you talking about." Xu Shuanglin sneered, his attitude was condescending, but his eyes were very gentle, "My half, I have to divide it again with Brother Shizun."
Nangong Liu also came over, took the other half of the orange, counted the number of petals, and divided a few pieces and handed them to Xu Shuanglin and Luo Fenghua respectively.
The later head of the Confucianism sect smiled, and under the sunset, his soft hair was like velvet, slightly covering his forehead. Xu Shuanglin looked at him funny: "What are you doing?"
"Eat with oranges."
He also divided the melon seeds, pastries, and preserved fruits into three piles.
"Have a snack together."
"You...you really..." Luo Fenghua seemed to want to pick up a little bit of his majesty, but neither Xu Shuanglin nor Nangong Liu seemed to feel it at all, but looked at him kindly and stubbornly. .
Luo Fenghua felt both happy and absurd in such friendly eyes, and only muttered for a long time: "What a nonsense..."
Nangong Liu said: "No nonsense, no nonsense, nonsense is also three people's nonsense."
After hearing this, Xu Shuanglin finally burst out with joy. He supported the ridge with one hand, and smiled with the other hand on his forehead: "Okay, then the three of us will eat oranges and snacks together in the future."
He paused, looked up at the magnificent scene of the Confucian style house, and grinned: "There is a roof, let's climb together."
The scene flashed.
That year, the Lantern Festival Lantern Festival.
With bare feet and a leaf in his mouth, Xu Shuanglin was walking lazily on the main footpath of the Confucian Style Sect, pointing from time to time: "Hang that lantern a little higher, say you, what are you doing with it hanging so low? The legs are short and one person goes up."
Suddenly, an anxious voice came from behind: "Axu, wait a minute."
Xu Shuanglin turned around and saw Luo Fenghua bringing a pair of shoes over, frowning, and said, "Why do you run around without shoes?"
"This road is all about refining Qi stones. You don't wear shoes, so you can absorb spiritual power."
"It's so cold, what's so much spiritual power? Put it on quickly, you see, your toes are freezing red."
"Tsk, it's so troublesome for you to be long-winded."
But having said that, Xu Shuanglin slowly put on his shoes, not following the rules, pulling at will, and then looking at Luo Fenghua, he asked Luo Fenghua: "What's the matter, are you free? Would you like to go outside with me to look at the lights? city?"
"Aliu's homework hasn't been finished yet, I have to finish him before..."
The voice fell, and was interrupted by Xu Shuanglin.
He raised his chin, his eyes arrogant: "My brother, that idiot, if you stare at him and write, you will spend the whole Lantern Festival night, don't miss it."
Luo Fenghua said with a good-natured smile: "But it's just that, I don't like the liveliness very much."
Xu Shuanglin glared at him for a while, then suddenly angrily kicked his sloping shoes with both feet and kicked him far away, Luo Fenghua said in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"
"Don't wear it, don't wear it! Roll on."
"Put on your shoes, it's cold."
"Don't wear it! Get out!"
"… You're angry?"
Xu Shuanglin looked disgusted: "I'm angry? What's wrong with me? You and my brother, you two are stupid and poor. It's better to spend the festival together. Go, don't ignore me."
After saying that, he waved his hand and walked forward carelessly.
In fact, at that time, he really hoped that Luo Fenghua would come after him.
Even if the feet are cold and red, they don't care.
He just wanted to kick the shoes of both feet, waited for someone to call him from behind, and told him in a hurry that he was going to catch a cold.
Xu Shuanglin walked with anticipation.
But after waiting for a while, Luo Fenghua did not catch up or call him.
He paused, then slowed down involuntarily.
No one called him until he walked 100 meters away and was about to reach the city gate. He pinched the knuckles of his knuckles, thinking, that's all, since he was a child, he had no playmates. For many years, he had been wandering around alone during the Lantern Festival, so what's the big deal.
He stepped down the steps.
level one.
two levels.
Finally, he turned around suddenly, the bridge of his nose was wrinkled, his face changed, and he couldn't help shouting: "Luo Fenghua!"
Luo Fenghua didn't actually leave. He stood in the same place with the shoes already picked up. He was in a dilemma and didn't know what to do. At this time, when I heard Xu Shuanglin's loud shout, it was like a blow to the head. He suddenly came back to his senses, opened his round eyes, and said blankly, "Ah..."
"… "
never mind.
Really got him.
So that year on the Lantern Festival, he and Xu Shuanglin stayed beside Nangong Liu.
Nangong Liu was extremely distressed and rotten to the magic scroll, rolled his eyes and recited: "One inch and five minutes below the mouth of the heart is the Juque acupoint and the heart curtain. ... next ... what happened next?" He scratched his head and said, "I don't remember."
"Stupid! Stupid you forget it!!"
Xu Shuanglin knocked on his brother's forehead with a bamboo slip, his face full of anger, "In the second half, hit him with an arm fist and wake up. If it doesn't heal after waking up, he will die in more than a hundred days. The water point on the navel is the second part of the small intestine and stomach. Jing, died of serious injuries on the 28th day.... Ninth time!!! Why didn't you die stupid?!"
Nangong Liu looked very depressed, lying on the table, sighed deeply, but lifted his eyes and blew the thin strand of hair that fell on his forehead.
"I think I'm stupid too... If only I were as smart as you."
"Impossible." Xu Shuanglin said decisively, "Have a dream."
The warm curtain was lifted and dropped, and Luo Fenghua, who had just gone out to cook the Lantern Festival, came back.
He was wearing a thick cloak, and there was a little snow falling on his jet-black hair and rolled eyelashes. Under the reflection of the fire, his unremarkable face also had some beautiful taste.
It's like welcoming spring is small, but falling snow is bright.
"It's been a long time, let's have some Lantern Festival and rest for a while."
Luo Fenghua brought the wooden tray, three bowls of Lantern Festival, one for each person.
Nangong Liu cheered, and immediately rushed to the front of the case. He was about to stretch out his hand, but was grabbed by the person behind him.
Xu Shuanglin's face was gloomy: "What's the hurry, it's out of order, thank you?"
Nangong Liu was stunned, as if he was a little surprised that his most unruly younger brother actually kicked his nose and face in this section.
"what?"
Seeing his younger brother squinting dangerously, Nangong Liu waved his hands again and again, and by the way, he bought a good one, brushed off his sleeves, gave a big gift, raised his head and joked, "Little slave thanked the master for his gift~"
Luo Fenghua: "..."
Seeing this guy being naughty, Xu Shuanglin thought it was both arrogant and funny. He wanted to know which script he probably learned from, so he said, "Okay, let's have some snacks."
Luo Fenghua rubbed his cold, stiff and red hands, and put it to his mouth. Xu Shuanglin took off the cloak for him, and he was a little flattered: "Ah, don't bother."
Xu Shuanglin didn't bother to pay attention to him, and asked indifferently, "Is it snowing outside?"
"Well, I just got off. I don't know if I can pile it up tonight. I can have a snowball fight the next day."
"...Master." The sudden address at this time was by no means respectful, but mocking, "How old are you."
Luo Fenghua smiled, her eyelashes were soft, and Xu Shuanglin couldn't help but feel the tenderness in his heart, but when he was surprised by this tenderness, he felt anger and shame for no reason. He hurriedly searched for any reason to vent. Luo Fenghua did not disappoint him. I found it soon, so I lit a cloak and put a patch on it and said:
"Are you poor? It's been so long since you came to Confucianism, why don't you throw this piece of junk away? When you wear it outside, people think we're bullying you, aren't you stupid!?"
Luo Fenghua immediately became uneasy: "This, even if this one is broken, it can still be worn if it is repaired. Thinking that there are so many people suffering in the lower world, I have no way to eat and drink well, buy a cloak. With money, you can buy a dozen or so talismans and give them to those who need them. How nice."
"..." Xu Shuanglin still poked his finger on the patch and glared at him angrily.
Luo Fenghua carefully sought the approval of his disciple: "Don't you think so?"
"I think you are sick! Poor sickness!"
But having said that, hung the cape back on the rack.
The three of them gathered around the stove and ate glutinous rice balls.
The Lantern Festival lanterns are hard to see, but the three young people of the same age are talking and chatting together, and they don't feel boring.
It was snowing outside the window, and frost covered the edge of the red window lattice, crystal clear.
The firewood in the house crackled, reflecting the whole room like spring.
After drinking a little wine, the atmosphere became even better. Luo Fenghua couldn't even beat them, so he took the Konghou that Nangong Liu brought, with red cheeks and a little drunk, fiddled three or two times and sang a hometown tune.
"At three or four o'clock in the pool, the string on the shore chirps once or twice, the weak crown is the best, and the horse is light and fast, and you can see all the flowers in the world..."
"Master, Master, this sounds good, you teach me, what is it called?"
"Youth Tour." Luo Fenghua said gently, "It's a short song in Shuzhong, I think it fits the occasion."
Nangong Liu raised his head and smiled, his smile was always too warm, always flattering, but after drinking too much alcohol, he became a bit frank and hearty: "Hahaha, Juvenile You are nice, we are not Juvenile Qiuma, Are you in high spirits?"
Xu Shuanglin folded his arms and snorted coldly, "I can't memorize a book after nine times. What young man is as stupid as you."
"Oh, everyone has their own shortcomings, and everyone has their own strengths." Nangong Liu smiled, and actually had the energy to refute his younger brother, "Although you are a genius, I may also have my own talents. "
"…You're drinking too much."
Luo Fenghua also laughed, picked up the wine cup, and said, "I hope you will spend your whole life in the weak, and each of you will be a gentleman for a lifetime according to your strengths."
Nangong Liu touched his palm and hooked his brother's shoulder, making Xu Shuanglin feel uncomfortable, pushing him away, Nangong Liu didn't care, he laughed loudly: "Master said this, I suddenly remembered, although we won't let go. River lanterns, but if you want to make a wish, make a wish."
Xu Shuanglin twitched the corners of his mouth: "I think things like making a wish are disgusting."
Luo Fenghua said: "Write it on paper. After writing it, throw it into the fire and it will come true."
In the end, they each wrote down their wishes. What Luo Fenghua's is, it doesn't need to say more, he has already said it when he toasted.
Nangong Liu has a reading disability, and likes to read while writing: "Hope... eat well and drink well, have great prospects, harmony and reunion."
Xu Shuanglin was disgusted, but the disgust was mixed with some subtle emotions that could not be explained clearly.
He is a concubine, and not too many people in the family will pay attention to him.
It was after Luo Fenghua came that he had company. He, Nangong Liu, and Shizun often played together and practiced together.
It is not so much that Luo Fenghua is his master, it is better to say that he is the first best friend in his life.
Because of Luo Fenghua's presence, he is no longer so jealous of his brother's worthlessness, but he has paid attention to him because of his status as a son-in-law. They get along day and night, but they can see some cuteness in Nangong Liu.
"What did Asu write?"
Xu Shuanglin didn't answer, and threw the paper he had made into the fire pond at will.
The wish was soon swallowed up by the light and heat, and the splashes of fireworks reflected his eyes.
"Nothing written, blank paper."
Luo Fenghua and Nangong Liu were greatly disappointed, showing some lost expressions.
Xu Shuanglin grinned, with a bit of sweetness in his evil smile, with a kind of self-satisfaction that was born after teasing people.
lied to you.
The handwriting in the ball of paper was neat, upright, and stroke by stroke, earnestly. It is written—
Hope, Luo Fenghua, Nangong Xu, and Nangong Liu can be relatives and friends all their lives, eating oranges together, sharing cakes together, roofing, and climbing together.
From weak crown years, to white hair on the temples.