Conscientiously making soy sauce

It was a bit cold in early winter, the wind blew all night, the road was covered with a layer of yellow, yellow and red fallen leaves, and it was getting late.

Zhuang Yuan got up early in the morning to see if the porridge that had been simmering all night was ready, this time he put some scallops in it.The sun outside the window is still not out, the street lamp is on alone, and there is no one to be found, only occasionally a stray cat sprints past, piercing the quiet and stable air.

Seeing that the porridge was ready, Zhuang Yuan took out the seasoning jar, added some monosodium glutamate, scooped out a little and tasted it, the taste was just right, neither salty nor bland, suitable for breakfast, but unfortunately he doesn’t know how to make deep-fried dough sticks, do you want to learn next time? A scallion pancake?It shouldn't be too difficult to do.

Well, I will go to the Internet to buy some cooking recipes and buy more ingredients. Anyway, I usually have a lot of time, and I like to tinker with these things.

As soon as he turned around in a hurry, he saw Wan Qian standing at the door of the kitchen.Because he was not mentally prepared, Zhuang Yuan was really taken aback, his heart was beating extremely fast and loudly.

Zhuang Yuan patted his chest, feeling helpless that he was easily scared now.He didn't want to be so timid, but because of his physique, he was easily suspicious.However, Zhuang Yuan was also a little puzzled that he would be frightened by the teacher.

"Did I scare you?" Wan Qian put his hand on the door frame, his eyes were deep, and his voice was strangely low, "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, but I didn't expect you to be busy."

"Why did you get up so early." Wan Qian was a little displeased when he saw the young man busy, seeing the porridge already simmering in the kitchen, and the preserved eggs with soy sauce, sweet and sour, etc. "You should rest more now, Sleep. It’s not good for you to get up so early, don’t make trouble with the porridge, I can do it with boiling water and rice.”

Zhuang Yuan smiled and didn't say anything, but went to put the porridge on the dining table, took the chopsticks, and put the tissue box away, "Teacher, it's time for breakfast. This time I saw scallops in the refrigerator, so I just I made scallop porridge. It’s suitable for the cold weather, and I haven’t made anything else, so it doesn’t take much effort at all.”

Knowing the stubbornness of the young man, Wan Qian sighed, and said softly, "Actually, I don't care about food. You really don't need to worry too much about it."

Zhuang Yuan didn't answer these words, he looked at Wan Qian with some doubts, "Teacher, you didn't sleep well last night?"

The teacher is generally in good spirits, but today it is obvious that the eyes are black and blue, and the mood is slightly depressed. The whole person seems to be shrouded in gray fog, and it is a bit hazy to see clearly.The hair was not combed well, and the clothes were also a little wrinkled. Zhuang Yuan glanced again, and the slippers were all reversed.

What happened to the teacher today?Usually the teacher is not like this, he is always a refreshing elite style.Anyway, Zhuang Yuan felt that it was impossible to have such a high-end temperament in this life.

Zhuang Yuan asked worriedly, "Teacher, the teacher is not feeling well? Why don't I go alone today...or another day. Anyway, the museum won't run long."

Originally, Zhuang Yuan really wanted to say that he could do it alone, but thinking about his unlucky physique, he still swallowed the words silently.

He really didn't dare, and silently counseled.

"No, it's just a nightmare, just wake up." Wan Qian took a deep look at the young man, "I'm fine, just wait."

In the dream, he was standing on the edge of the cliff, unable to see the bottom of the abyss, below was a thick and disgusting miasma, no one dared to approach, no one could approach.

And Zichu's bones have been at the bottom of the valley, and no one can restrain him.

He knew that letting people go down would only add more bones.

However, the person he likes has never been restrained, and he has been elusive and unable to ask for it.

Zhuangzi used his life to achieve a vigorous and perfect escape, and also used his death. His false mask sprinkled scum on his heart, making his life worse than death, and his heart was twisted every day.

Drops of transparent venom fell on his heart, reminding him every moment how much Zhuang Zichu hated him and loathed him.

There is no burial in death, there is no burial in death.

I would rather the bones be bitten by insects and ants, and I would rather the bones fall into the mud and filth and scatter all over the ground than stay by his side, not even for a moment.

The pain gnawed at his heart and his life bit by bit. When he woke up, he really didn't know what was going on.Fortunately, he soon thought that he had found Zhuang Yuan, and thought that Zhuang Yuan was by his side.He ran out in a hurry and saw the figure of the busy young man in the kitchen, and the pain that kept rolling subsided.

It's good to see you.

Wan Qian firmly grasped the door frame, controlled the urge to hug the young man tightly, suppressed the urge to kiss him forcefully.

"Teacher, are you really alright?" Zhuang Yuan added, "I'm not feeling well and I need to go to the hospital."

Wan Qian turned around and sat at the dining table, drank the porridge, "You can eat together, I'll just eat something."

Seeing that the teacher's complexion gradually improved, and he became more energetic, Zhuang Yuan finally let go of his heart.

At this time, Wan Qian realized that he was disheveled and his slippers were not right.But with so many worlds, his nerve endings are a little farther away from his skin, in short, he has a thick skin.He finished his breakfast calmly with a tidy face that he had tidied up earlier, took it to wash the dishes, drained and put it away calmly.When everything is packed, it will be daylight.

But after all, it is not a weekend holiday, and there will not be many people in the museum, so there is no need to queue up early in the morning.

Zhuang Yuan and Wan Qian tidied up the living room together, and after a brief cleaning, the division of labor and cooperation between the two were very harmonious, which reminded Wan Qian of the former coffee shop owner. Although his face was completely different, his eyes were exactly the same, clean and clear, as if Qingquan Baishi.

Wan Qian turned on the Bluetooth speaker casually, and soothing light music played in the room.

"By the way, what kind of music do you like? I'll go buy some and play it later." I remember that young people like a variety of music, including light music, ancient styles, popular and European and American, or he specially bought a professional audio equipment with Internet access. Network music resources to play.This way young people should like it.

"No need, really no need." Zhuang Yuan hurriedly refused, "I can just buy it myself."

He likes everything as long as it sounds good, and he doesn't have any special preferences.

Wan Qian asked Zhuang Yuan seemingly unintentionally, "Are you used to it these days? Do you feel uncomfortable when I'm not around?"

"It's okay, thank you teacher." Zhuang Yuan was very grateful. "Actually, since I got that jade pendant, I feel better. Although I feel that there is something somewhere, it's not so cold. Otherwise, I don't know what to do?"

"Well, by the way, what do you think of the decoration in my house? Is there anything you don't like?" Wan Qian coughed, "There is also the furniture in the guest room. Is there anything you don't like? Do you like the color of the curtains and the wallpaper?"

Zhuang Yuan glanced blankly at Teacher Wan, why does this question sound a bit strange?It's obviously the teacher's wedding room, why did you come to ask him if he likes it?What's the use of his liking?Sooner or later he's going to have to deal with the damn problem now, and then he'll have to move out.Is it possible that the teacher will not leave until the teacher catches up with the person he likes and gets married?Even if the time comes to hell, he can't keep it.

"Sorry, maybe I was reckless in asking." Wan Qian took a deep breath, no, he can't be too impatient, at least now Zhuang Yuan trusts him and is willing to be under the same roof with him, that's good.

that's fine

It's much better than the previous idea of ​​deliberately using a hypocritical dandy mask to cover up the nature, and it's much better than escaping with death.Wan Qian's hands trembled a little.

"By the way, I will go to the home city in a while to buy some other things. If you have time, can you go with me for reference?" Wan Qian said very naturally, "Otherwise, sometimes he hesitates when he is alone."

Zhuang Yuan nodded.

The car drove to the parking lot in front of the museum, parked the car and went to buy a ticket to enter the venue.

The air conditioner is on in the hall, so it is very warm.Zhuang Yuan had already bought the introduction and related materials, handed them to Wan Qian, and said, "Mr. Wan, this time it is said that they are some funeral objects of Emperor Jing. I heard that the most precious thing is not the crown of Emperor Jing, but the coffin. It is a pity that some books, calligraphy and paintings were destroyed by tomb robbers, otherwise they would be very valuable now."

"Yes, it can be seen how precious Emperor Jing is..." Wan Qian said somewhat to himself, "Since... we can only regard this as him."

However, his words were very soft, and the wind blew them away, and they did not enter Zhuang Yuan's ears.

"However, it is said that there is a crown in the coffin but no queen. I read the book and the introduction and didn't say why." Zhuang Yuan hurriedly flipped through a few pages. So loving, where is the queen, is it a flying fairy?"

Zhuang Yuan joked, "And that's the queen. If the queen ran away, why would Emperor Jing let her go? There should be a coffin for the queen in the coffin. How much do you love the queen?"

"And the queen died early, and it is said that she entered the mausoleum long ago. It's really strange."

Wan Qian looked at the young man's back, his face turned pale, and his lips trembled.

Zhuang Yuan turned around, and was very surprised to find that the teacher's reaction was not right.

"Teacher Wan, are you uncomfortable? Why don't we go back first, this exhibition will last for a week..."

"It's okay, it might be a little hypoglycemia. I'm also interested, but Emperor Jing and the Empress are really a mystery. The records in the history books may not be taken seriously." Wan Qian's voice was a little low, "History, who knows the truth behind it What."

"is it?"

"It's not impossible for the emperor to revise the records. What he wants to leave may even be his own imagination. Maybe it's just his dream." It's just his dream, his extravagant hope.

Some people gathered in front of each exhibit. There were not many exhibits this time, but all of them were high-quality goods, but the place with the most people was the crown.Zhuang Yuan and Wan Qian waited for a while before they arrived. Under the cover of bulletproof glass, the gold crown of twelve flower branches was shining brightly and exquisitely crafted. It was dotted with pearls and precious stones. There are thousands of styles.

Even if you don't know the history and the archaeological value of this crown, it is only a treasure from the appearance, and you don't know how much money and labor will be spent to create such a fine product.

In comparison, Emperor Jing's crown is much simpler. Although it is also made of gold thread, it doesn't have much decoration, only a piece of suet white jade is inlaid.

Wan Qian looked at the crown...

This is not the small tiara that he bestowed on Zichu before, but it was rebuilt with a lot of money and used his private treasury. It's a golden tiara, and he also asked for a relaxed posture, not too gorgeous or gorgeous, because...he doesn't like it.

Because he never liked it.

It is said that Zichu threw the small tiara into the box after glancing at it, without paying any attention to it.

He still remembered that when the tiara was presented to him, he wandered around the Qixia Palace barefoot at night with the tiara in his hands, wandering around, barefoot, the golden brick ground was as cold as water, but unfortunately not as cold as his heart. Round and round, Xiao Dezi followed behind him, wiping away his tears.

Round and round, he expected to meet Zichu's ghost, even if it was a ghost, take him away, let him follow, follow.

But the night wind was piercing, and Zichu didn't show up.

Hate him so much, loathe him so much, even unwilling to take him away.

Love is deep, love between emperor and empress?

What an ironic joke.It's a pity that the reality is so cold. At that time, there was only mutual harm and sharp confrontation.

That was just his delusion, delusion that Zichu also liked him, delusion that there was really, really love and sweetness, two hearts, delusion that there was a big marriage, delusion that once supported each other, delusion He was the only one in Zichu's eyes.

"How does it look like..." Zhuang Yuan's eyes suddenly blurred, as if he saw a faint black air on the back crown, it was very faint like a hallucination, and he couldn't see it clearly when he fixed his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Wan Qian also followed his gaze, "What's wrong? It seems normal to me."

"Probably my eyes are dazzled." Zhuang Yuan rubbed his eyes, but it was normal for floating mosquitoes to appear in front of his eyes, so he didn't care.Although there are not many funerary objects on display, all of them are high-quality goods, and they are of high taste. They are all quiet, elegant and distant, and Zhuo Yuan likes them very much.

Picking up on the display cabinet, I looked up and down carefully for a long time. When I saw Xingqi, I wished I could take out the magnifying glass to look at it, and traced it with my hands.

Wan Qian didn't say a word, but just looked at the back of the young man earnestly, seeing his real appearance without false mask, watching him integrate into the world instead of standing on the sidelines and watching calmly, and he can easily withdraw at any time, Without the slightest nostalgia, extremely gentle and extremely cruel.

After reading the exhibits contentedly, Zhuang Yuan was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, teacher, I just saw it..."

"I also like this place very much." Wan Qian smiled, "By the way, the overall style of Emperor Jing's dynasty is relatively elegant. It is said that Empress Jingdi liked it. All the clothes, accessories and utensil decorations of Emperor Jing later were all in the direction of elegance. It’s basically set.”

"By the way, it is said that a sandalwood box was found beside Emperor Jing during the excavation. Emperor Jing seems to be very precious, but it has been weathered for too long after opening, and only some paintings and calligraphy can be vaguely discerned."

Wan Qian glanced at Zhuang Yuan.

What could it be?

It was the few Buddhist scriptures he left behind that stuck in his heart.

All appearances are false.

All appearances are false.

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