Therefore, Song Xiyuan is doing this by himself. I looked at the rat that twisted and twisted in Tang Yuan's hand, and I looked at it closely, but it was not the hamster that Song Xiyuan offered to Tang Yuan as a gift a few days ago. This hamster is smaller and rounder than an ordinary mouse. It is usually housed in a round cage made of bamboo strips. It happily steps on the round cage and runs around, except for eating, drinking and sleeping. I never thought that the cage was held in place by a bracket, no matter how hard it ran, except for driving the round basket to whirring and making people laugh, it was just an empty bamboo basket, and after all, it couldn’t escape this square inch in vain. .
Thinking of this, I felt that this mouse was a little unlucky, so I said to Tang Yuan, "Xiao'er, let that mouse go."
Tang Yuan looked at me, and saw that Song Xiyuan was standing there honestly and did not pounce, but when Song Xiyuan was stunned by his momentum, he let go of his slingshot, put down his hand and turned back at me with a sweet smile. Introverted warrior triumphant to take credit for the meaning.
I smiled and stretched out my hand to squeeze his small and pretty nose, and said with approval: "Good job, tomorrow, my mother will give you a mahogany dagger, which is much more stylish than this slingshot!" Hot, I thought about it for a while, and then added: "Would you like to ask a martial artist to teach you how to practice swords and knives?"
Tang Yuan didn't answer, but looked down at the hamster in his hand delicately, but he was a little annoyed when he saw that the mouse had been pinched for a long time. He hurriedly pinched its ears and lifted it open. A pair of upward phoenix eyes glanced at the corner of the wall, and obediently listened to my words and put the mouse on the ground with his hands together.
But seeing him carefully pursing his rosy little mouth, his expression full of piety and kindness, plus Bai Nen, he really had the feeling of being a lotus boy in front of the Guanyin Empress' seat saving all beings.
As soon as the hamster left the small hand of Bai Shengsheng, it flew out like an arrow from the string, and disappeared without a trace. The corners of my eyes flickered, and I felt as if a white shadow shot out from the corner of the wall at the same time, but it was nothing if I looked closely.
Hearing "Ouch!" a shrill cry, when he turned around, he saw Song Xiyuan holding a bronze mirror, as if he was holding a face-to-face demon mirror. He turned around and asked me after a while, "Miaomiao, did this bronze mirror fall? appearance."
见过爱美的，可没见过他这般爱美的，挨了揍醒来头等大事不是上药而是照镜子，转念一想，这一副好皮囊可不就是风流的资本，宋席远素来看得比性命还He was heavy, so he comforted him and said: "It's a little convex and bumpy. The last time the green warbler accidentally hit the ground, and when I picked it up, I found it was more swollen than you are now. It's just because it's an ancient relic, so after repairing it, I still keep it in the future. use."
Song Xiyuan twitched the corners of his mouth, "Miaomiao, are you comforting the mirror or are you comforting me...?" Then, he beat his chest again, and after letting out a sigh of relief, he gritted his teeth and cursed: "Whoever destroys my unparalleled face, kill Wu Wu. Pardon!" The tone was very cruel.
There was a small cold wind in my heart.
"Sansan, can I blow you a blow? It won't hurt. As long as you don't move my mother." On the edge of the bed, he slapped Song Xiyuan's shoulders with a bulging red mouth and blew at the wound on Song Xiyuan's face.
Song Xiyuan has always had some bizarre ideas and new things, and always had a smile on his face, so Tangyuan was never afraid of him. People also corrected him, and later, seeing that Song Xiyuan himself didn't seem to mind, he called out from the dumplings.
Looking at Song Xiyuan again, watching Tang Yuan obediently and diligently blowing cool air on his face, his eyes curled, his lips twitched, and he was so beautiful that he was like a fairy, and he was about to fly into the sky, after a long while. Huihun sighed: "Well, well, well, I can't blame people for raising children to prevent old age. When you blow your breath at night, it works better than any panacea."
Tang Yuan's dark and moist eyes floated towards the empty bamboo cage on the table next to the hamster, and continued to gently blow at Song Xiyuan.
Song Xiyuan was looking beautiful at the moment, and said boldly: "Xiaoxiao listened to her mother's words and let go of the little mouse, what else do you want now? In the sky and the ground, flying, running, jumping and swimming, as long as we Xiaoxiao say it, three or three I can get it for you."
Hearing this, Tang Yuan stopped blowing, and looked at me timidly, looking at me. Seeing that I had no objection, he half lowered his black and ink eyelashes, looked at the hem of his clothes and said delicately, "Xiao'er wants to eat one. Yangmei."
Yes, it must be the basket of purple and red bayberry called Tangyuan at my father's birthday banquet yesterday, and the children are inevitably greedy. Originally, bayberry was not a precious fruit, but now it is only March day, and the peach blossoms and begonias have not yet fallen. It is really rare to see a bayberry. Who knows that Song Xi is far away from heaven. The baskets of fresh bayberry, which were big and red, really surprised my father, and immediately ordered the maids to wash them and soak them in wine to entertain the ladies and gentlemen. Tangyuan is a little baby, naturally can't drink, so I missed this opportunity to try it, and I don't want to think about it today.
Song Xiyuan raised his head and laughed, he covered the wound and rubbed the corner of his mouth, saying, "How difficult is this, not to mention a bayberry, the bayberry in the garden is all picked at night today, and you can eat as much as you want. "
I then remembered that the Song family had a large orchard outside the city. When he married Song Xiyuan, he kept saying that he would take me to pick fruit in the late spring and early summer. …
Just as he was distracted, he heard a vague "meow" under his feet, but when he lowered his head, he saw the little white cat squatting at the foot of the bed with something in his mouth, so the bark was not clear. But seeing it opened its mouth a little, the contents in its mouth immediately jumped to the ground in a panic, like headless flies, scurrying all over the ground, looking closely it was the hamster that the dumplings had just released, and the little white cat looked at the hamster calmly. The mouse jumped for a while, and seeing that he was about to leave the room, he happily threw it down with his claws, and then let it go after he caught it. After two or three times, I couldn't bear to see it. , but don't know how to save it.
At this moment, Tang Yuan slowly climbed down from the bed, took out a small piece of dried fish from his sleeve pocket to lure the white cat away, and just then stretched out his hand to grab the hamster. The mouse was scared out of his wits at the thought of coming, and was rescued for a while, tremblingly curled up in the palm of the glutinous rice ball and rubbed his fingers like the white jade of the glutinous rice ball to please him.
The dumplings looked at the mouse with big eyes, then looked up at me with watery eyes, and said Nuo Nuo: "Mother, can you not let it go? Look, it's so pitiful..."
Amitabha, my heart was full of sins for a while. Yes, why did I get confused just now, this mouse is no better than a fish, and it still has a chance to live in the release pond. As soon as this mouse falls to the ground, isn't it waiting to be fed to the cat? Good is good.
I hurriedly said: "Don't let it go. Just keep it like this."
The dumplings got my approval and put the hamster back into the bamboo cage. Once the mouse returned to the nest, it stopped making a fuss and curled up neatly into a ball. It must have been a little frightened for the rest of its life after the catastrophe.
Song Xiyuan directly praised the dumplings, "Xiaoxiao really follows me, a bodhisattva's heart."
I only felt that the corners of my eyes twitched. I only knew that Song Xiyuan usually swallowed people's shops, forced the opponents, went to collect debts, and stockpiled goods. where…
The rain had just stopped outside the room, and Song Xiyuan, who had good medicine in this room, was like a big child who couldn't wait. He said that the wind was the rain and he was going to pick Yangmei after holding the dumplings. He is now injured and has many inconveniences. Had to go with it.
Biquge
The Song family has dozens of acres of large orchards that dominate the small northern suburbs of Yangzhou. It is said that this piece of land was one of the betrothal gifts that Mr. Song bought for his mother Song Xiyuan. Later, she found out that Song Xiyuan’s mother liked to eat fruit, so she ordered someone to open it. I came out and planted some seasonal fruits and vegetables. In the past 20 years, this orchard is still in good shape. It is full of luxuriant branches and leaves throughout the year, and it can be regarded as a scene in Yangzhou. In addition to supplying the Song family with a little fresh fruit every year, most of them are sold to fruit dealers, and they can also earn some extra silver taels.
Surrounding the orchard is a crystal-clear creek. It was artificially excavated and introduced from Wenshui River. It is not deep. It can only touch the waist of an adult man. There is a small boat by the river. Scull said that the river was dug to prevent naughty children and wild beasts from breaking into the orchard and stealing fruit. The dumplings wrapped around my neck and leaned meekly in my arms, only a pair of eyes kept looking around, it was hard to hide the child's novelty.
On the other side, Song Xiyuan led us to the bayberry forest along the way. Looking around, in the verdant lush greenery, the flaming red bayberry clusters are beautifully hidden on the branches. It is just after the rain. Mulan is mixed with Dan, and Xiaqi stretches like mountains. Makes one's eyes full.
It is the most famous Yuyao bayberry who wants to come here. Lianqing's seeds have not yet struggled, and the bayberry in Songjia's orchard has matured so spectacularly, it is rare.
But seeing Song Xiyuan turning slightly sideways, she took the half of her uninjured face and turned to me triumphantly, and said, "Miaomiao thinks this bayberry is good?"
I answered honestly: "Very good. It's true that things go as they are."
Song Xiyuan was stunned for a moment, then he brushed the ends of his hair, shaking his feathers and opening the screen, "Miaomiao, you are enlightened and know how to appreciate my unparalleled appearance! Compare me to this fresh Yangmei. Guozi, how dare you call this Yangmei?"
Uh... In fact, when I say things go as they are, I mean to say that this bayberry is as precocious as him, but I don't want to, but I make him misunderstand...
I turned my head, but saw Shen Xiao looking up and squinting intently at bayberry, these bayberry trees were about as tall as a person, and it was too reluctant for a baby like Tangyuan to look up at the tip of the head, not to mention that it would break the fruit. Song Xiyuan is so clear and eloquent. Before I could speak, he picked up the dumplings from the ground and let the dumplings sit on his shoulders to pick bayberry.
Seeing Song Xiyuan, a gentleman who was used to being suave, suave and refined, was now half blue and purple, carrying a doll on his shoulders and a basket on his chest, and shuttled between the bayberry trees. , lest he fall, and asked Song Xiyuan, "Can you still bear the injury on your body?"
Song Xiyuan rolled his eyes and smiled with a half-moon watermark, "It's okay, it's just some skin trauma."
When Tangyuan and Song Xiyuan, one young and one old, were able to pick the sour baskets, it was already evening, and a gang of fruit farmers carried bayberry and followed, and we started to turn back slowly. Who knew that when we reached the shore, the boat had already drifted to nowhere. , there was only one frayed raft rope tied to the stake alone, and a farmer said in his hometown voice: "It's so bad! How can you do it? It must be raining heavily today, and the river water is pouring out. The boat was washed away in a hurry."
Although the water is not deep, it would be indecent if I crossed the river and came home soaked wet. Besides, the dumplings were still small, so I definitely couldn't let him run through the water.
As I was worrying, I saw Song Xiyuan didn't panic, and said in the local accent of the fruit farmer: "There is always a way to do it horizontally, vertically and horizontally." He gave me a sly wink, "Miaomiao and Xiaoxiao, please wait a moment."
After he finished speaking, he dodged back into the depths of the melon and fruit fields, but when he saw Song Xiyuan enter, he turned into a giant and came out after a while. I was shocked because of my calmness and resistance to the blow. It turned white, but a man said in his mouth: "Mom, don't be afraid, Xiao'er will protect you."
Hearing the grey-stained monster flick its tail and let out a "moo" call, I just recognized it as a buffalo. At this moment, Song Xiyuan stood out from behind the buffalo waving a willow twig with a smile, and said to me, "Miaomiao, you and Xiaoxiao can ride up, and I'll lead you across the river."
I've never even ridden a donkey, but now I'm riding an ox, the span is really big...
The pestle was hesitating in place, Song Xiyuan couldn't help but hold Xiaoxiao on the back of the ox. Tang Yuan's face turned pale, and he leaned over and grabbed the two horns to stabilize, finally holding back his usual reserved and noble appearance. He pursed his lips, forced himself to calm down, turned back and said to me again in a milky voice: "Mom, don't be afraid, Xiao'er will protect you."
Song Xiyuan looked at Tangyuan Xiaomo and tried to be a hero. He couldn't help but support his waist and laugh. If he didn't defend himself, I was also hugged by him and put on the back of the cow. Hearing Song Xiyuan shouting from behind: "Go!" He saw him pinning the horn of his robe to his waist, reaching out and holding the rope on the buffalo's nose, wading into the river.
Tremblingly, I found a fairly secure place to sit on the slippery buffalo's back, and hugged the dumplings tightly to my chest. After sitting for a while, I gradually realized that the buffalo was really honest and good-natured, but he didn't play tricks. Only silently and steadily stepped on the water and followed Song Xiyuan across the river, so he felt relieved.
With one hand, Song Xiyuan picked a red and purple red bayberry king from the basket, washed it in clean water, and handed it to the glutinous rice balls, whose complexion had recovered. Seeing that he was satisfied with his meal, Xi Yuan asked him, "Xiaoxiao, how about you?"
Tang Yuan tilted his head and thought for a while, then answered cautiously, "Okay."
Song Xiyuan said again: "Since that's the case, don't forget to be filial to me when I'm older in the future."
Tang Yuan thought about it again, and asked me carefully: "Mother, what is 'filial piety'?"
This is stumbling me, how can I explain it? Let's take an example. It's just that my two younger brothers and I don't have much filial deeds that can be used as an example. When my grandfather was alive, my father was a famous filial son. There are a lot of examples of filial piety than this. There are still more bayberry, so he said to Tang Yuan in a kind voice: "filial piety is like grandfather to great grandfather, you know?"
Tang Yuan is so smart, it can be seen through at one point, he nodded his head and turned his head to express his loyalty to Song Xiyuan cautiously: "Sansan, when Xiaoer grows up, he will burn a lot of paper to filial piety to you."
Uh... I forgot that I didn't see my grandfather with Tangyuan, but I just saw the tablet my father gave to my grandfather to burn paper money on New Year's Day.
Song Xiyuan was laughing and laughing for a while, and he must have been choked by Yang Meihe. He coughed twice before he could breathe, and praised Tangyuan Bingxue for being smart.
Walking to the center of the river, a burst of water vapor floated, like rain but not rain, fog but not fog, the sky and the ground were hazy with willow smoke, and the clothes were wet like apricot flowers and cow feathers. But seeing Song Xiyuan picking out two shiny bayberry leaves from the bayberry basket and blowing it between the thin lips, after trying a few notes, a cheerful and melodious tune escaped from the thin leaves. Two points thicker than the flute, three points clearer than the reeds, and the water curtain is close and far away, showing two points of wild interest.
In the past, I always knew that Song Xiyuan was a bit crooked, and I never imagined that he would blow leaves. Seeing the dumplings was also aroused curiosity, and the clear eyes stared straight at the two leaves. Song Xiyuan figured out the nature of the dumplings and knew that he wanted to learn, so he smiled and handed two leaves to the dumplings, and taught him how to blow them. There was a sound of "puff puff" blown by him, and there was no sound for a long time.
I picked up a bayberry from the basket and put it in my mouth. Seeing that the two of them were in harmony with each other, I thought it was very interesting for a while, so I might as well let out a laugh.
Song Xiyuan turned to look at me, his eyes were blurred for a while, and he said leisurely: "Now I finally understand the careful thinking of that Tang Minghuang, a concubine of Hongchen riding a smile, it turned out to be a smile for Bomei, what does it mean to send a lychee a thousand miles away... Today I can count it. It's a profit, an old water buffalo and a basket of red bayberry also made a beautiful smile. I heard that the Lingnan lychee is also known as 'concubine smile', from today on my Songyuan bayberry can also get a good name, so I call it 'miaoerxiao', Miaomiao, are you okay?"
Ai, this is getting more and more outrageous. I was about to interrupt him, but I heard Xiao Xiao call out in my ear: "Little Uncle."
There was a spirit on my back, I turned around, but I didn't know when I was approaching the shore, and under the weeping willows on the bank of flowers, one person stood with a paper umbrella in the twilight and willow color, and his face was light like he had never seen before. Mo Wenwen, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, was as light as rain, "Miao Erxiao? This name is very elegant."