swimming fish

Song Yu led Ji Anhe through the store outside, and walked to the back of the store along the path paved with bluestones.

The road behind this shop is the road leading to the dyeing workshop of the little tie-dye owner's home.

Tie-dye dyeing workshops are traditionally family workshops, opened in their own homes.The dyeing workshop in the little boss's house is no different from the common Bai people's house, and it still has the pattern of three workshops and one Zhaobi.There are two large vats at the entrance of the yard, and the vats are filled with boiled isatis root dye.

Several rows of shelves made of wooden poles are placed separately in the yard. On one side of the shelf are undye-dyed white cloths, while on the other side are specially displayed the dip-dyed fabrics.

The only thing that is different is probably the flowers and trees around the courtyard in this courtyard.Generally, the courtyards of the Bai people are full of ancient trees and fresh flowers. When spring comes, it becomes a scene of green and red everywhere, and peach blossoms on people's faces.

And the front and back of the yard of this dyeing workshop are all Banlangen.The branches and leaves of the isatidis planted along the white wall are luxuriant and emerald green. Occasionally, one or two branches are dotted with two or three small flowers with pink stamens, which makes the whole courtyard much more elegant.

Song Yu led Ji Anhe around the front of the courtyard. After Ji Anhe looked around, because he hadn't seen Banlangen much, he could only feel that this courtyard was different from what he had seen in Caicun before. Song Yu and the others' yards were also different, but Ji Anhe couldn't tell what the specific differences were.

"What are you looking at?" Song Yu asked.

Ji Anhe's pace slowed down, he glanced at Song Yu, his tone was still not warm.

"It's nothing."

It was rare for Song Yu to see Ji Anhe quarreling with each other, or he had almost never seen Ji Anhe treat him like this.

He looked at Ji Anhe angrily and amusedly.

"What's your look?" Ji Anhe followed Song Yu to the hanger where the dyed tie-dyed cloth hung, and asked Song Yu.

"Ah?" Song Yu withdrew his gaze, wanted to change the subject, and said pretending to be serious, "By the way, the boss just said that Mr. Ji, you can choose one you want to take back here. If you really don't choose, you can You can tell him that he will make it for you, but it will take a few days before sending it to the inn."

"Yeah." Ji Anhe's eyes became more contemptuous when he heard Song Yu talking about the little boss.

Later, he couldn't hold back a cold snort, and picked up the tie-dyed cloth on the first shelf, and got under the next row of shelves.

It was only then that Song Yu realized that there was something wrong with Ji Anhe that might be about this little boss.

He then lifted a corner of the cloth and got next to Ji Anhe.

"The boss and I grew up together. We didn't..." Song Yu's words suddenly became smaller when Ji Anhe turned his head to look at him, and Song Yu shrank his neck a little timidly. Looking secretly at Ji Anhe, "It doesn't matter."

Ji Anhe turned around, but he had a hesitant expression on his face.

Song Yu immediately seized the opportunity to wink at Ji Anhe, conveying what he thought was aggrieved.

"Mr. Ji? What are you going to say?" Song Yu was testing, testing whether it was the sour smell of vinegar that was lingering at the tip of his nose.

Ji Anhe frowned, raised his finger and pointed at Song Yu, held back the words for a long time, and finally lost to Song Yu's aggrieved eyes.

He raised his finger down again, turned around and was about to express his ignorance, when Song Yu caught up desperately: "He and I really just grew up together... Later he inherited his father's career. "

Ji Anhe turned back again, and his fingers returned to Song Yu's eyes, and he was childishly angry: "Don't mention him again."

Song Yu was obviously stunned. He hadn't reacted for a long time, but subconsciously responded: "Oh, good."

Probably feeling that he was infected by Song Yu's childishness, his whole face turned colder. He glanced at Song Yu in dissatisfaction, withdrew his hand, and walked towards the back shelves as if fleeing, as if to It's like hiding yourself in these blue and white cloth.

By the time Song Yu realized Ji Anhe's request, Ji Anhe didn't know which shelf he was hiding under.

The sun shines on the indigo dyed cloth, and the specific patterns in the middle are not dyed with ×xi×unique×home because they are tied together.Dip dyeing, but the border of the pattern has a lot of smudged lines.

If you look closely, the halo patterns on the dyed cloth are mostly as thin as smoke and as light as cicada's wings, but at a glance as a whole, the patterns on the dyed cloth are green and green, dignified and elegant.

Ji Anhe's hand slid along the hanging pieces of cloth, he stroked the tie-dyed cloth under the rack, stroked the halo patterns, and finally stopped behind a piece of tie-dyed cloth.

He lifted a corner of the cloth slightly, and saw Song Yu standing with his back to him under the light behind the cloth.

Song Yu was also looking at the scenery behind the cloth in front of him like him, but Song Yu was more urgent, as if he was looking for something through the dyed cloth.

What are you looking for?Before Ji Anhe could figure it out, Song Yu felt something in his back, looking back at the person who was peeping behind him.

The eagerness in Song Yu's eyes disappeared here, and instead became brighter, a bit more dazzling than Ji An and the sun above his head.

His half-length hair covered half of the smile on his face, but Ji Anhe was still dazed for a while at the smile in his eyes.

"Mr. Ji." Song Yu immediately leaned over, his eyes shining brightly, "So you are here?"

"Boss Song." Ji Anhe came back to his senses, and looked at Song Yu with a little embarrassment, but Song Yu hugged Ji Anhe, and before giving him any chance of embarrassment, his lips moved closer.

Ji Anhe leaned back, rejecting Song Yu's sudden approach.

Song Yu frowned and looked at him suspiciously.

Ji Anhe returned the same puzzled look: "What are you doing?"

Song Yu suddenly laughed, and approached him jokingly, "I'm a hooligan. The hooligan wants to have an affair with my husband in the dyeing workshop, will he steal it?"

Ji Anhe glanced at him, but Song Yu turned a blind eye.He sucked Ji Anhe's lips self-consciously, and he sucked Ji Anhe's lips once, twice...

Every time when he was about to leave, he sucked the kiss back again, he led Ji Anhe to meet his lips, led Ji Anhe to sink into the mud under his attack, and led Ji Anhe to sink with him...

Ji Anhe's eyes were mixed with some soft affection. He was floating in the softness, and heard Song Yu whispering in his ear: "It's a good thing you didn't leave, Mr. Ji."

"I..." Ji Anhe's voice stopped, he wanted to say "don't go", but he couldn't even lie to himself.

"I'm afraid..." Song Yu licked Ji Anhe's earlobe, "I'm afraid that if you take off all the tie-dye cloths, you won't be seen, Mr. Ji."

Also afraid, afraid that you will disappear from my sight.

This is what Song Yu didn't tell Ji Anhe.

It was because he had no position to say to Ji Anhe.

"Song Yu." Ji Anhe opened his red lips slightly after being kissed by Song Yu, and he asked, "How much did you hear this morning?"

Song Yu's expression froze, and it took him a while to say: "Not much. I have listened to everything that should be heard."

"We..." Ji Anhe's voice trembled. In fact, he didn't think about what to do next, and he didn't even know how to make a choice.

But Song Yu helped Ji Anhe make a decision in advance.

He tightened his arms, and hugged Ji Anhe even tighter in the depths of the dyed cloth, and the smile on his mouth deepened: "We still have six days, don't we?"

"Yeah." Ji Anhe agreed with rare optimism, "There are still six days."

"On the first day, I'm here." Song Yu pressed the tip of his nose against Ji Anhe's. He closed his eyes, made the most affectionate appearance, but spoke the most frivolous words, "Mr. Ji , they said that Dyefang has always been the best place to make love, because no one else can see it. And lovers can only see each other here.”

"Hide your ears and steal your bell." Ji Anhe didn't take it seriously.

Song Yu opened his eyes, chuckled, and said, "Well, I covered my ears."

Then he raised his hand to cover Ji Anhe's ears, cupped Ji Anhe's face, and kissed Ji Anhe's brow.

"In the future, Mr. Ji will also frown less." As he spoke, his thumb lightly stroked the end of Ji Anhe's eyebrows, just like the eyebrows he had unfurled for Ji Anhe before, gently and carefully.

Even though he covered Ji Anhe's ears, Ji Anhe heard it.

"En." Ji Anhe responded softly, but the sadness in his heart suddenly arose. He felt the heat and humidity welling up in his eyes, and subconsciously tilted his head slightly.

His kiss slid down to the right, and the corners of Ji Anhe's eyes suddenly formed a little sparkle. He kissed the sparkle into his lips, and said: "From now on, Mr. Ji can't let others do this. Too It's bitter, but it's still a bit sweet, but other people probably don't like to taste this kind of taste."

"Ah."

Ji Anhe closed his eyes, and his voice began to tremble.

Song Yu's kiss returned to the original track, falling on Ji An's and Wen Ruan's thin lips, which was the place he kissed just now.

"In the future, Mr. Ji must remember what I said before."

"what?"

"I'm here, in a place with wind and flowers, at the root of the ancient city's walls..." Song Yu also choked up, and his voice became much softer, as if he was about to drift into the wind and flowers: "In many places , have kissed you."

"En." Ji Anhe kissed Song Yu back.

"Mr. Ji, let's talk at the beginning, so there is no need to..." Song Yu didn't say anything later.He really didn't want to, and he didn't want to say these things again on the day Ji Anhe left.

He was afraid that he would not let go of Mr. Ji.

"Okay." YZ said,

XL.

Ji Anhe agreed one by one, and kept them in mind one by one, without showing any emotion.

In fact, he didn't need to speak, at the moment when the tears were kissed away by Song Yu, Song Yu tasted all his current state of mind.

It is too bitter.

But when meeting Song Yu, it's always a little sweet.

Just like now, the man leaned against his ear and asked in a deep voice:

"Mr. Ji, the 100 million from last night has not been cashed yet, so can you go home with me tonight?"

Ji Anhe pursed his lips, tasting the sweetness in the bitterness.

The wind whirled around the cloth, Song Yu asked, "Is it not good?"

The wind blows and the cloth falls, and the voices of people under the frame are soft.

"it is good."

The author says:

The tie-dye workshop referred to some travel pictures, and I’m not sure if this is the case orz, if not, I’ll kowtow to the locals first QWQ