cook and luthier

It was the same moonlight as when he first came, but the chef's mood was completely different.In my mind are the busy people in the kitchen of King Yu's Mansion, the clanging of pots and pans, and finally, the star-like smile of the luthier freezes.The evening wind blew by, and the cook had tears in his eyes.If it is possible, I want to stay here forever, I want to stay with the people I care about, but too often the sky fails to fulfill people's wishes.

Tomorrow the sun will still rise from the east, and it doesn't seem to be any different, but the countdown to the cook's departure has already begun.Deliberate alienation, deliberate avoidance.The caring language and eyes were finally lost in deliberate indifference.The luthier roughly guessed that something must have happened to the cook, and he was afraid that those people had already chased him to Shangjing.Therefore, the luthier did not back down because of the indifferent attitude of the cook. From then on, the luthier would always play the song of the first encounter every night.The luthier couldn't remember how long it had been since he had a good word with the cook, sitting quietly in the small courtyard where the kitchen was located, the luthier felt that the fragrance of magnolia yam hadn't wafted from here for a long time.Suddenly, the kitchen door was pushed open, and the cook came out, meeting the luthier's eyes.Then he turned around and left, only to hear the luthier muttering to himself, "I haven't eaten magnolia yam for a long time." The luthier's tone was calm, without any emotion, but these words were like an ice cone piercing into the cook's heart.The stopped footsteps are close at hand, but separated by the end of the world.The cook didn't look back. In the eyes of the luthier, there was the world that the cook had always longed for, so even if it was just a moment of staring at each other, all the resolutions would be reduced to ashes.

When the cook came out of the kitchen again, he had an extra food box in his hand, but the luthier in the courtyard had long since disappeared.The setting sun reflected the cook's face, and the kitchen began to get busy.People came in and out beside the cook, and the old butler stopped beside the cook, sighed softly, and wanted to say something, but he didn't speak in the end.

On the other side, the concubine looked down at the luthier, with no emotion in her tone, "Whether to marry or not is up to you. From a worldly point of view, he must be your beloved."

"Princess, I"

The voice of the pianist has not yet fallen

"Don't rush to answer, think about it carefully, go back and think about it."

The words of the princess hovered in the luthier's mind, when these words appeared, the first figure that came to mind was the cook.The luthier knew that the person who had been chasing the cook had come to Shangjing, and the abnormalities these days indicated that the cook was about to leave.Even if there is no such complicated past, they are all women after all, and they are not tolerated by this secular world.Can she really give up everything she has for this relationship?The pianist was a little confused.

"Girl, what are you thinking?" The voice of the old housekeeper sounded

"Grandpa Butler"

"Someone came to propose a marriage today, but are you worried about it?"

"Um"

"I saw the cook in the kitchen today, looking out of his mind, but because of her distress?"

"Old butler, when did you find out that I was talking to the cook?" The luthier didn't finish speaking, nor did he look at the old butler.

"Many years ago, I saw such a person with similar feelings and a helpless ending. You look at her eyes differently from others."

"Grandpa housekeeper, I thought you knew it would be"

"Would you feel that you are violating the ethics and the laws of nature?" The old butler continued, "I did think so, but after the tragedy, many views and ideas have changed."

"Grandpa housekeeper, the person you are talking about is the woman in the painting in the forbidden courtyard?"

"It seems that you have already found that story." The voice of the old butler was the same as before, but there was an unresolved sadness at the end. Even after many years, her departure is still a scar that cannot heal.

"That person must be the cook's husband. She is also the reason why you protect the cook in Prince Yu's mansion, the official pavilion."

"Child, it seems that you know more than we think. When you make a choice, it means that you have to give up some to get another. Back then, we thought that the choice was right, but looking back, there is nothing right mistake."

While talking, the old butler looked up at the courtyard door. Suddenly the courtyard door opened, and the cook stood at the door with a food box in his hand. He didn't know whether he wanted to put down the food box and leave, or he wanted to come in and talk to the luthier. What.

"Since you're here, let's talk about it," the old housekeeper said before leaving.

Looking at each other silently, the luthier and the cook were doing their own things silently in this courtyard, as if they were escaping from something.

Do you know about the marriage proposal?The luthier seemed to mention it unintentionally, but the action of wiping the strings with his hands never stopped.

Um.The cook buried his head in the carving in his hand, and slowly the radish in his hand took on the appearance of a flying bird with wings spread.The cook smiled slightly, raised his head, and looked at the luthier.

"I heard from the old butler that the person who proposed marriage is the first disciple of the first painter, and the piano and painting are very suitable." Seeing that the piano master did not answer his words, the cook continued.

"Are you trying to persuade me to accept this marriage?" The luthier finally raised his head and looked at the cook.Bright eyes stared straight at the cook, trying to read something from the cook's face.

"That young master came from a family of calligraphy and painting, and has never been involved in court. Compared with someone with a purpose in the past, he is more suitable. Besides, you are also old acquaintances. The old housekeeper said that the young master went to the palace to propose marriage in person, which shows his sincerity." The cook This fact was narrated in a voice without any ups and downs.

"The concubine also told me that he is my beloved." As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the loud sound of the strings, and the hound lying at the cook's feet jumped up in shock. "I'm married, will you still make me snacks?" The luthier looked at the cook, blood dripping down his fingertips.Then there was a long silence.

Accompanied by the sound of blood dripping, the cook entered the room and took out the medicine box, knelt down beside the luthier, and carefully bandaged it. "The luthier's hands must be well protected if they want to play a moving melody. From now on," the cook paused for a long time, "from now on, don't do this again." Seeing that the wound was bandaged, the cook turned and walked out of the courtyard.

Suddenly, the luthier held the cook with his uninjured hand, but let go before the cook turned around. "Don't worry, I won't marry." The luthier lowered his head and finished speaking, then stood silently on the spot, clenching his teeth tightly. lip.At this time, the luthier was hugged into a warm embrace.Different from the fortitude of a man, this embrace is soft and warm, with the sweet fragrance of the chef's unique snacks.

"I don't know how long I can stay here. Before I leave, I always want to see that you have a good home." The cook's voice became warmer and softer, and his hands gently stroked the luthier's hair.

"Then I won't marry anymore. If you leave with peace of mind, you won't come back in the future." Just like your own parents.The luthier silently added the following words in his heart.

The cook's hand holding the luthier tightened, and then gradually loosened it weakly.Muttered, "You are here, no matter what, I can't leave with peace of mind."The wind in the ear carried away this sentence, but the luthier did not hear it.The cook finally turned around and left, letting the luthier's tears pierce into his heart.