Ning Yi smiled, swiped his chopsticks to give her a piece of cloth, and said: "Eat yours, even the bamboo shoots are pitiful, do you want to eat chicken, duck and fish? Just starve to death."
Feng Zhiwei saw that the dish, which was as beautiful as a work of art, could not be restored to its original shape with such horizontal chopsticks. Ning Yi glanced at her and lifted the lid, which immediately attracted Feng Zhiwei's attention—one side There are several silver-white steamed fish with tender meat in the light red fish-shaped plate, light yellow shredded ginger and emerald green onions, the soup is as transparent as a mirror, Ning Yi said: "This is called Yingying Yishuijian, and the pulse is speechless." .”
In an azure glass plate, the crispy skinned elbows baked to a golden yellow form a perfect circle, with lotus leaves on the bottom, the fragrance is tangy, and white egg whites are scattered all around, surrounded like clouds. Ning Yi pointed again, "Mo Ruyun It is easy to disperse, but it must be round like the moon."
In a purple sand soup bowl, there are countless thumb-sized meatballs in the light milky soup, which are white and round, dotted with micro-blue seaweed and light red shrimp, and those brightly colored ingredients are floating in the soup water, with a graceful posture, Ning Yi He took a small porcelain lotus leaf bowl, gave Feng Zhiwei a spoonful of soup, and said, "This is called rolling up the curtain and looking at the moon and sky and sighing, and the beauty is like a flower separated by clouds."
"It's food here, I think it's poetry." Feng Zhiwei lowered her eyelashes listening to the names of the dishes, and didn't ask much, but changed the subject, "Which chef? The craftsmanship is so exquisite?"
Ning Yi smiled but didn't answer, Feng Zhiwei looked around and said in shock, "Could it be you did it?"
"How can I have such skills?" Ning Yi seemed to be in a trance, and then took out an exquisite flagon, and said, "Guyue mountain wine, Jianghuai famous wine, you have a taste."
Feng Zhiwei didn't refuse either, but said with a smile: "If you're drunk today, I won't carry you on the big boat, so you can just float along in this boat."
"That's pretty good." Ning Yi put the wine cup on his lips, and his eyes were also rippling and flickering when he saw her, "If you can really drift with the water without any problems, it may not be a bad thing."
Feng Zhiwei rolled up the curtain of the cabin, and the wind suddenly swept in with drizzle. In winter, the surface of the river was lightly rained, and the surroundings were covered with hazy gray. In the wind and drizzle, the black-covered boat drifts slowly, with green bamboo hats and coir raincoats swaying on the bow, like a painting frozen in time.
It seemed that he drank a lot of wine in a trance, Ning Yi was drunk long ago, propped his head on his hands, and was still drinking from cup to cup, Zhiwei did not persuade him, drank more than him, with the fragrant and sweet wine It seems that there was the wind on the river that night, the lingering rain, and countless unspeakable thoughts that I thought I only knew. There was a small pile of delicate wine pots piled up behind each of the cabins. It's like drinking in a small boat with the rain, but it's like a fight for wine.
The night was getting late, rainy and moonless, only the shadow of the boat was cut by the transverse waves, wandering around, Feng Zhiwei shook the last jug desperately, and murmured with straight eyes: "Eh, why... just... no gone?"
Opposite Ning Yi was lying on the table, his elbows almost reaching into the dish, but the dishes hadn't moved much, and the wine poured down his stomach. Drinking on an empty stomach, Feng Zhiwei, who has a good drinker, almost collapsed, let alone Ben Ning Yi, who has no capacity for alcohol, relies on hangover pills to support the bar.
He seemed to be very drunk, but he insisted on continuing to drink with Feng Zhiwei. Hearing Feng Zhiwei's words, he barely raised his head and said, "You... are drunk..."
Feng Zhiwei stared at him fixedly, laughed, pointed at him, and said with a smile: "You're just...drunk...and said...I..."
Ning Yi put his hands on his forehead and looked at her. Feng Zhiwei smiled all the year round, but never laughed out loud. Her smile was always restrained and quiet, with a slight tug on the corners of her lips, a gentle and perfunctory arc, gentle and gentle, everyone could see her. It's a perfunctory thing, but only he understands, seeing that kind of smile always makes him feel pain from the bottom of his heart, it's so delicate, like someone's fingertips are unceremoniously pulling, pulling all the helplessness in this life.
At this moment, her smile was indulged and unrestrained for the first time. Her eyebrows were flying, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, her eyes were slightly narrowed, the light was flowing, and her lips were slightly parted. Dazzling, that kind of smile swayed in his blurred and dizzy vision, just like the waves of smoke, water, light and rain on the river, whirling and turning, rushing into his chest.
He lost himself in that kind of whirling, he wanted to reach out his hand in a trance, but his arm went limp, and it was about to crash into the soup bowl, but Feng Zhiwei still kept his sanity, stretched out his hand, and grabbed his arm She stopped, but she also softened, and when she was about to fall on the table together, she kicked the dining table away and kicked it out of the awning boat.
There was a bang sound when the dining table fell into the water, but no one came out to check. The awning boat fell into a turmoil. It was a little violent at first, and then gradually calmed down, but it was not completely still. It kept swaying slightly, in the midnight drizzle, Trembling with the fluttering rain curtain.
It was very quiet all around, the small boat was parked in the shadow of the big boat, quietly ups and downs, the lights on the boat had been extinguished at some time, and in the ignorant darkness, a low voice gradually sounded.
The voice belonged to Feng Zhiwei, slightly breathless and soft, and in a certain interval, asked softly: "The child... what's wrong..."
After asking a question, the surroundings seemed to be quiet again, even the boat did not move. It seemed that after a long time, Ning Yi's voice drifted leisurely in the darkness.
"It's okay... I sent it out..."
In a trance, I don't know who said "um", the sound of the rain was shattered again, but the slight turbulence of the black-clad boat had gradually subsided, and it was replaced by a dark silence, but suddenly there was a black light flashing in the dark place.
The subdued dark light belonging to a sharp weapon, with a calm and calm air, is like the rain that sneaks in with the wind this night, and flashes lightly.
Like black lightning, passing through the world in the black-covered boat with a strange atmosphere, it wants to split some of the warmth that has just been maintained.
But in the end, it froze in mid-air, and the lightning died out.
After a long, long time.
The boat moved again, and Feng Zhiwei, who was walking a little bit staggeringly, got out of the bow. She tightened her skirt at the bow, stood silently for a moment, then flew up silently, and jumped onto the big boat.
The big ship was also quiet, and she was about to quietly return to the cabin when a figure in white slowly approached from below.
He looked at her calmly and clearly, turning up and down like that to see everything, when Feng Zhiwei touched his eyes, he looked away in a bit of embarrassment.