Walking with Cats [Quick Transmigration]

It's autumn, and Zhang Yuliang has finally finished the first draft of Shi Gao's scroll, and it's rare for him to slump on the soft couch like a salted fish regardless of his image.

In fact, since the history was compiled, especially after the Shigao scroll was started, he has no image at all.When he was writing, he often pulled his hair while writing, piled up several baskets of waste manuscripts, and lost a lot of hair. Cheng Dan couldn't help but secretly added sesame seeds and Polygonum multiflorum to the tea he drank.

Although the history is good, the hair is worrying.

When Zhang Yuliang was busy creating, Cheng Dan was not idle either.As the man behind the future historian, Cheng Dan's favorite thing to do is to tidy up his waste manuscripts and compile his miscellaneous essays into papers, so that he can read them and use them in the future.

Leaving aside the waste manuscripts, most of the essays he wrote to relax his mind are rare and good essays, and there are almost no shortcomings except that the smell of dog food overflowing between the lines may make single dogs uncomfortable.

Because of the large number of essays, Cheng Dan divided them into two categories, one was about idle life, and the other was didactic.The former is titled "The Wind, Flowers, Snow, Moon, Red Dust", and the latter is titled "The Long Years of Firewood, Rice, Oil, Salt".

The treasurer of Qingli Bookstore showed great interest in these two collections of essays, but he has not yet filled the gap in the market for Zhang Yuliang's two volumes of storytelling, and Cheng Dan has not finished reading the essays, so His proposal for publication was temporarily rejected.

Apart from articles, the most worthwhile melons Cheng Dan encountered during this period were without a doubt Fuziyuan and Zisang Shouxin's chasing after each other.

How should I put it, Zisang Shouxin is really a very persistent person, not only persistent, but also a little naive.

He obviously gave up his identity as a spy for Fuziyuan, and he had already made compensation to the fourth young master, but he didn't have the courage or consciously to ask Fuziyuan to explain; After I found out, I changed to visit Fuziyuan to play chess, and I played a game every day; I racked my brains to be nice to others on weekdays, but I didn't know how to express it at all, and I didn't even know how to seize the opportunity to be alone.Occasionally seeing Fuziyuan being kind to his students, he would secretly get jealous, kick a stone on purpose to trip him or something, which made Fuziyuan dumbfounded.

Cheng Dan and Peng Ge, who were eating melons, also couldn't laugh or cry.

"Do you think your cousin is too stupid?" Cheng Dan said while gnawing on the watermelon he had just taken out of the ice mirror. The two said, "If he is more flexible and uses his injury to pretend to be pitiful, he probably has chased Mr. Ziyuan back long ago."

Peng Ge also hated iron for being weak, but he could only say: "But what Mr. Ziyuan likes seems to be his simplicity... oh no, it's simplicity."

Cheng Dan shook his head and sighed: "I don't know if I can see them achieve true results in my lifetime, or see them marry wives and have children."

Peng Ge pursed his lips and smiled: "I'm afraid it will be difficult."

She and Fu Ziyuan also knew about Cheng Dan's lifespan, but like Zhang Yuliang, she didn't care.People with a clear mind have already seen through life and death. Instead of lamenting the impermanence of fate, they prefer to live in the present moment.

After all, sooner or later, people are always going to die.

After the game was over, Fu Ziyuan sent away Zisang Shouxin, who was still injured and had some inconvenience in walking, and went into the kitchen to make ice drinks for them.Zhang Yuliang finally had enough of lying down, walked out of the room with loose long hair, leaned on Cheng Dan and yawned lazily.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Cheng Dan pulled up his long hair that was scattered on the ground.

"Sleepy, but I can't fall asleep, maybe I'm too sleepy." Zhang Yuliang's long eyelashes drooped, and his slightly pale cheeks were filled with tiredness. "I'll take a rest and draw a screen pattern for Penge in the afternoon."

Peng Ge was just taking out the embroidery frame from the basket, when he heard this, he smiled and said, "Brother, let's draw after rest, don't rush the patterns, I still have a lot of new ones to embroider."

Zhang Yuliang waved his hands, turning over and nestling in Cheng Dan's arms: "It's okay, I can't sleep anyway, I'm so nervous about my history repair these days, finding some simple things to do will help to relax my mind."

Peng Ge rolled his eyes at him, put the embroidered stretcher back, and returned to the room with the basket on his shoulders, leaving the courtyard to the sticky two.

She believed that Zhang Yuliang's mind would be more relieved by being bored with Cheng Dan for a while than drawing tricks on herself.

As Pengge thought, after she left, Zhang Yuliang completely relaxed, lying on Cheng Dan's lap and complaining that he had a headache.Cheng Dan put his hands on the outside of the ice mirror to keep cool, gently massaged his temples, and smoothed the creases on his brows unconsciously.

"Have you taken your medicine today?" Cheng Dan asked softly.

The tense strings in her mind gradually relaxed, Zhang Yuliang was drowsy, and said vaguely: "No, the medicine is too bitter, I don't want to drink..."

The sleepiness made him forget to maintain his calm and calm personality, and the truth that he blurted out was particularly childish.

Cheng Dan remembered the scene where he coaxed himself to take medicine with candied fruit last time, and couldn't help laughing: "Don't you still hide a box of palace candied fruit, wouldn't it be good to have another one after drinking the medicine?"

What responded to him was Zhang Yuliang's long breathing.

The person who just yelled that he couldn't sleep has already fallen asleep.

Cheng Dan smiled silently, pushed Bingjian away, picked up the fan and fanned him slowly.

……

Black clouds hung low, thunder exploded, and torrential rain came one after another, dissipating the lingering heat in the air.The world is so quiet that only the sound of rain remains, and the sky is empty, playing the prelude to the arrival of autumn.

The desk was placed against the window, and Cheng Dan sat behind the desk sorting out Zhang Yuliang's essay manuscripts. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rain. When he looked out of the window, he realized that his neck was stiff and painful due to being lowered for too long.

Sitting for a long time is not good for your health - Cheng Dan said this to Zhang Yuliang half a day ago.Now Zhang Yuliang was rushed to the kitchen to help Pengge, but he sat there for more than an hour. Thinking about it, it was a bit of a double standard.

Gathering the rest of the loose manuscripts and the sorted manuscripts together into the wooden box next to the table, Cheng Dan got up and stretched, walked out of the study and stood on the porch watching the rain with his hands in his hands.

The best rain scene is light rain, hazy and quiet, especially spring rain.The pouring rain is nothing to appreciate, at least in the eyes of many literati, it lacks aesthetic feeling, but Cheng Dan likes it.Looking at the distant scenery blurred in the rain, listening to the noisy and silent rain, no matter how chaotic the mood is, it will slowly sink.

He stood there for a while, the rain gradually subsided, but it didn't stop, and the sky showed no signs of clearing up.The cool wind blew across the brand-new courtyard and hit his cheeks. When he turned his head to dodge, he caught a glimpse of a figure holding an umbrella through the rain curtain and coming from the direction of the kitchen.

It was Zhang Yuliang, holding an umbrella in one hand, and holding a tray with two cups of medicine in the other. Before he approached, the bitter smell of the medicine was brought to Cheng Dan by the breeze.

Cheng Dan suddenly had the urge to run away.

"Tuantuan, it's time to drink the medicine." Zhang Yuliang stopped Cheng Dan who was about to turn his idea into reality, angrily and funny, "You can't escape."

Cheng Dan withdrew his outstretched foot with a bitter face. If he had known that Zhang Yuliang was going to help Pengge make medicine, he would not have let him help.

These two medicines are Cheng Dan's wind-cold medicine and Zhang Yuliang's tonic.Needless to say Zhang Yuliang, Cheng Dan's illness has been dragging on and off for half a month, and he hasn't completely recovered until now. A bowl of medicine every day is better than a living god, and he drank it to the brim.

Before, he coaxed Zhang Yuliang to take medicine with candied fruit from the palace, but now he felt that even if he had candied fruit, he didn't want to taste even a sip of this bitter medicinal soup that made people doubt his life.What is the way of heaven and good reincarnation?That's it.

Zhang Yuliang walked to the corridor, closed the umbrella and put it aside, and led Cheng Dan who was full of reluctance into the room.I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but Cheng Dan can't smell much of the medicine when he gets close, but the bitter taste has already been deeply imprinted in his taste buds, and he knows how bitter it is without drinking it.

After a while, the two sat on both sides of the desk, and one of them touched lightly with a bowl of dark brown soup.

"Cheers to our love!" Cheng Dan pinched his nose and took a big gulp, the corner of his mouth twitched, "Well, it's the taste of love."

Zhang Yuliang couldn't help laughing: "Why do I feel that you are cursing us?"

"Oh, enjoy the bitterness." Cheng Dan was wrinkled into a steamed bun face from the bitterness, shook the bowl to shake the medicine dregs under it, and then drank it with his eyes closed, saying repeatedly: "Hurry up! Take my medicine. Give me candied fruit!"

Zhang Yuliang, who hadn't taken the medicine yet, quickly handed him the box containing the candied fruit, and he frantically stuffed two into his mouth to suppress the suffocating bitter taste, and he felt alive.

"Wow—why is this medicine so much more bitter than yesterday's?" Cheng Dan slumped down on the table with a candied fruit in his mouth.

Zhang Yuliang took the spoon and drank it spoon by spoon, without changing his face, calmly, as if he was not the same one who thought the medicine was bitter while half asleep and half awake.Cheng Dan watched him drink the medicine with admiring eyes, and silently handed over the remaining candied fruit—to the boss.

The "battle" with the decoction came to an end, Cheng Dan turned his head and looked out the window, with a drizzle in his eyes: "After this rain, it will be autumn in the imperial capital, right?"

When speaking, Cheng Dan suddenly remembered the sentence pattern of a certain place's failure in winter, and couldn't help laughing.

The sound of rain is empty, and the clear shadows of vegetation flow on the corner beams, rolling up and down like waves.The rustling of the wind, the rustling of branches and leaves is deep and quiet.

Zhang Yuliang responded: "Yes. After autumn comes severe winter, and then comes the New Year's Eve, and another year will pass."

Cheng Dan nodded lightly, just when Zhang Yuliang thought he was going to say a few golden sentences that hurt the spring and autumn, or recite a poem artfully, he suddenly took out a box of leaf cards from under the table, blinked and smiled Question: "Would you like a round of leaf cards worth three renminbi?"

The atmosphere suddenly changed from sadness to sand sculpture, with a hint of money.

Zhang Yuliang sighed, and said softly, "Let's hit Wuwen."

"okay!"

So, the two idlers happily played the leaf card of Wuwenyiju in the study.

In the kitchen, Fuziyuan and Pengge are discussing what to have for dinner.Fuziyuan's opinion is to order the takeaway from Mingyuelou, while Pengge thinks that it is suitable to eat Taiping pot when it is rainy and cool.After some discussion, the two made a compromise and decided to order a pot of sour bamboo shoot mushroom soup from Mingyuelou to make the soup base of the Taiping Pot, which also saved the effort of boiling the soup.

When they came to the result, they suddenly heard a sound coming from the window, followed by a familiar voice: "Pengge, last time you said that Fuzi Yuan likes..."

Zi Sangshou, who was dressed in black clothes, jumped up to the window, half squatted on the window sill, his body leaned slightly to jump into the kitchen, and he froze when he saw Fuzi Yuan, and his words were silenced halfway through.

Fu Ziyuan glanced at the paper bag in his hand, then at Peng Ge, and continued with a smile: "Crystal Steamed Dumplings."

Zisang Shouxin: "..."

Pengge coughed softly: "I didn't say it, it was my brother who said it."

Zhang Yuliang, who was far away in the study, was struggling to figure out how to lose to Cheng Dan without a trace, and sneezed.

People sit at home, and the pot comes from the sky.