Red Plum Wine Dyeing

"Why don't you say anything, huh?" Mo Zuichuang still teased Jiang Chuan with a smile.

"Is there any benefit in calling?" Jiang Xiyu looked down at the entanglement of fingers, but didn't hit him with one hand.

"What do you want?"

"You hug me first."

Hugging as soon as he said, Mo Yacong went to grab his groin, Jiang Xiyu put his arm around his neck while putting down one leg to support him, and pinned the ear flower to Mo Yacong's ear with one free hand.So Jiang Xiyu used his strength to push him away again.

Mo Ya was very helpless and he said so unreasonably: "I didn't make it, I won't call."

Okay, you played with me once when you were drunk!

But he can't reason with drunk people...

Jiang Xiyu tugged on his collar, on the one hand, because he was sweating, and on the other hand, it was hot in summer, which made his body sticky.

Thinking of doing it, Jiang Chuan dragged Mo Yacong and walked out the door.Mo Yacong walked side by side with Jiang Xiyu, but the latter seemed to be ignorant and still pulled his sleeve.

"Hey, where are we going?"

Jiang Xiyu glanced at him and said, "Take a bath."

"Ah? Oh..." Mo Ya only felt a bad guess welling up in his heart.

Except for the janitor, most of the servants have already gone to bed.There were few people in this house and it was quiet.Because there are too many people and nothing to do.The bright moon hangs in the sky, the soft light covers everything, and the buzzing of insects can't stop the fire of midsummer.

Entering the bathroom, I saw puffs of white air curling up from behind the screen.Fortunately, Jiang Chuan took off his clothes and went down naked without seeing him move.Mo Zai Zhuang is close, so he can see it clearly.It's also a man, so what's the matter.However, Jiang Chuan is not only not a skeleton, but also has streamlined muscles for the first time, which makes Mo Kuaijuan even more surprised.

Mo Ya never got used to it, so he helped to fold the pile of clothes neatly.Later, he hesitated for a while—it was just a pool of water, this man was stupid, ah no, he was drunk, and he couldn’t wake up his servants to burn it again.Hmm...but the pool seems to be big enough, and besides, he didn't want to use the water that others washed, so he simply went in by himself.

Jiang Xiyu was sensible, and took the acacia to cross over, which made Mo Ya very pleased.Has he also learned to care about people?

But the result was not what he expected.I saw Jiang Xiyu put the things in Mo Ya's hands and turned her back.

Mo Yacong asked embarrassingly: "Want me to help you?" Seeing the man nodding his head, he had no choice but to do it.

What, Mo Ya has been bullied so many times since the first time.

But in the end, Mo Zaichuang touched Jiang Chuan all over.

Jiang Xiyu went out early, so she helped Mo Yacong get the bathrobe and pajamas.But he was standing not far away holding his clothes.His long hair was drenched behind him, and his five fingers were bent to comb it.Mo Ya leaned against the edge with both arms, his hair was rippling in the water like algae.He hooked his fingers at Jiang Xiyu, and threw a wink at him desperately.Jiang Xiyu threw the clothes over directly.Throw it sideways, and splash Mo Yacong a lot.

"Get another set." Mo Yacong wiped his face, and shouted at the indifferent person: "Go!"

……

After Mo Cui brutally killed Jiang Chuan, Jiang Chuan stopped looking directly at him.Mo Ya never knew whether to laugh or cry, how could he still act like a child.But this wine is also powerful.

After arriving at the screen, Jiang Xiyu sat beside the bronze mirror and took a wooden comb to smooth her hair.Mo Yacong took it over and looked at the bronze mirror to straighten Jiang Xiyu's face.Use a towel to wipe off the moisture of the hair little by little, lightly rub the roots of the hair, rub the hair finely, make it slightly dry, use a comb to open the knots that are kneaded together, and then stroke with the fingertips.

"Jiang San," Mo Ya's hair was still untied from his downcast eyes, "It was my fault for attacking you just now."

"What?" Jiang Xiyu looked at him suspiciously.Seeing that it was almost done, he stood up and pushed Mo Ya down, took the comb and learned to untangle his hair.

Mo Yacong smiled at the bronze mirror.In fact, it feels good like this.

Then, after looking at the side room that hadn't been cleaned for a long time, Mo Ya pestered Jiang Xiyu's room immediately.In addition to the smell of wine, there is a faint fragrance of plum blossoms in the room.After looking for it for a while, I saw a sachet hanging on the four corners of the top of the bed. When I opened it, I realized that it contained crushed plum.If you look elsewhere, you can find something similar.

"You like Mei too?" Mo Ya looked back when she was silent after asking, only to see Jiang Xiyu playing with her hair with her feet crossed, and ignored him.

Jiang Chuan's legs are actually very ugly.Leaving aside the mottled scars, I was either beaten or skinned when I was a child.He had urticaria, and he didn't dare to tell He Jingyan, so he had to scratch it. Later, he was found to be cured, but he also left a lot of scars.

Mo Ruizhang grabbed Jiang Chuan's ankle and dragged him over. Before he could take a closer look, Jiang Chuan had already sat up on his knees.

"Hush..." Jiang Xiyu slapped the hand that was still holding on to her ankle, and pointed at Mo Ya from the tip of her nose, "Put the wrinkled bed sheet back."

In the end, Mo Yacong still relied on it.The reason for not making the floor is because the bed is big enough.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Chuan hummed dissatisfiedly.

"Stop it, don't do it..."

"Be patient for a while."

The 'pop' sound continued.

"Don't..." Jiang Chuan muttered.

Will Mo Ruixun listen?

Jiang Chuan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and exhaled.

"I told you to stop, don't slap mosquitoes!" After shouting, Jiang Xiyu rolled over and got out of bed, lit a lamp, and lit some mosquito repellent incense.

"If you had taken it out earlier, it would have saved me from having to toss about most of the night. You can really sleep, too."

"roll!"

It was still early, the morning light was twilight, Mo Ya put on his coat and went out quietly, this was really an excellent time to make a move.But didn't do it.He shrank back and sat on the eaves. It was rare that he happened to watch the sunrise in the east so early. Anyway, Jiang Chuan hadn't gotten up yet, so he didn't plan to leave in a hurry, so he just waited.

Blowing the wind Moya Cong's mind is getting clearer and clearer.But so did hunger.Yesterday, he didn't eat anything and drank a lot of wine. He woke up early in the morning with a heavy head and nothing to say, but he never did things halfway, so he propped his chin and looked at him weakly.

The sun gradually blooms to swallow the remaining night, even though the sun has not risen, it is still very bright.The sky looks spotless, like tea fruit.Overlooking the corners of the cornices, the morning sun is coated in various colors, and it is not much different from mochi, but it would be even better if it was stuffed with bean paste.

Jiang Xiyu was not in a good mood early in the morning, he had a headache, leaned on the head of the bed half propped up, and his heart was stuffy, he must have asked for it.It seems that I was really drunk yesterday... Not only did I take a shower and sleep with Mo Cuichuang, but I also slapped mosquitoes for half the night?

He didn't want to go back to sleep, and after washing his hair, he combed his hair with a wooden comb, the more and more white light made him even more irritable, so he tied it up hastily with a hair tie.He took the jar of wine from under the counter, and after walking a few steps, he turned back and exchanged for a jar of rice wine with a low alcohol content.

The sky just left the dawn as an introduction, and waited to attract jade.Mo Yacong wanted to call Jiang Xiyu to stop, but for some reason he didn't say it when it came to his lips.grunt.Isn't that dress the color of candied haws?Jiang Xiyu went to a house not far away, facing the light, it seemed to be a good place.Mo Ya gathered his clothes together, then raised his head, the setting sun had already risen, it was round and desolate, and the faint light was extremely soft.This is unattainable in the poisonous day at noon.Glued with sesame seeds, it is comparable to chestnut crisps!

Well, it's over after watching, beauty is indeed beauty, and hunger is not false.Mo Ya got up, patted the dust, and ran to that room.When the door was pushed open, the smell of alcohol was still coming.After looking at the altar of wine and looking at the person who was working at the desk after just looking up, Mo Yacong twitched the corners of his mouth: Jiang Chuan, don't you eat?Jiang Chuan, how much do you love wine?Jiang Chuan, are you dead in the eyes of money and can't get out?

Phew, he doesn't care.Mo Ya walked around the porcelain samples and paper books scattered on the ground, stood behind Jiang Xiyu, covered his eyes, and rubbed his chin against his head. "I'm hungry, take me to eat, take me to eat..."

After Jiang Xiyu tried to pinch Mo Yacong's waist but he dodged it, he put down his pen and got up.Mo Ya followed from behind.Walk through the curved corridor, and you will see the place where the cooking smoke rises.

After Jiang Xiyu said "morning" to He Ma, she arranged for Mo Ya to sit down and help chop vegetables by herself.He's mother saw Jiang Chuan from a young age.Although she is a nanny, she is like a mother.Mo Ya never sat down, so he helped to light the fire.

"Why did you remember to eat?" Mother He asked casually.

Jiang Xiyu put the farewell behind her ears and continued to work. "He's hungry."

"New friend? The young man looks very energetic."

Jiang Xiyu was speechless, and glanced at the person adding firewood.Indeed.

Mama He left with the food.There are few family members, so breakfast is generally eaten casually, and dinners are usually gathered together.Jiang Xiyu doesn't stick to red tape, and besides, most of these are widows and widows, and the usual work is to clean up, which is much easier than that of large families. Therefore, the relationship between the people in the house is very harmonious, and they don't stick to the "master-slave" relationship.It was for this reason that in the next two years, Mo Yacong quickly established a good relationship with people and integrated into the family.

Jiang Xiyu brought two bowls of noodles and a few dishes of side dishes, and Mo Ya was never picky, so he ate them as soon as they were brought.

"By the way, you haven't answered yesterday's question yet." Mo Ya put the food into his mouth, chewed and swallowed. "You like Mei too?"

"Yes."

"This area belongs to the old house in the suburbs where the wild plums are the most popular."

"Same as your name."

If it is the old house, he has been there in his memory.I don't want to catch a cold after visiting the scenery that day, but it's worth going.Just in the cold winter when goose feathers and heavy snow are flying, I open the window in the morning and see the strong wind and snow, blowing branches and wrapping vegetables.Immortal wine is not intoxicating, it benefits my layman.The smell of wine is cold, and the smell of wine is thick.The dance in front of me is messy, send me to Qingyun.This early in the morning, I drank too much and didn't care about anything else, but put on a cloak and rode out of the city against the wind, just to see how the backward branches would welcome the spring.To say that he is leisurely and elegant is nothing more than that.

Several houses have collapsed, and I don't know how many years they have been left. The cracks in the stone slabs are filled with snow, and the moss marks and dust are covered by snow.Walking along the narrow path, Baixue thought it was too late, so she wore the garden trees as flying flowers.The white plums are integrated with the catkins, which is very interesting, and the plums change color when the wind is biting.Large patches of red grow wantonly because they have not been pruned for a long time, which is extremely wild.Arrogance is the root, and ice bones are the branches, revealing an unyielding arrogance from top to bottom.It's not like white plums, it's the same color as snow.The red plums dyed the branches and the flowers are beautiful, and Ling Xue is proud and not to be bullied.The beauty like blood was bred with 'inferiority'.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but the poem on the stone tablet at the end writes 'snow' as 'blood', but if the red plum is used as a guide, it is also a coincidence that it is wrong.Jiang Chuan rubbed the characters one by one, and couldn't help chanting in his mouth: the first few calyxes contain blood, and it is difficult to draw a single mark.There is a unique rhyme in the fragrance, and it is extremely clear and does not know the cold.Listen to the fife and worry, lean on the leaning branches to see the sick.Shuofeng is easy to understand, so don't destroy it easily.

Mo Ruizhang put down the bowl and chopsticks, stopped before crossing the door, and turned to look at Jiang Chuan.

His eyes are light brown, now faintly golden in the light, the analogy of an eagle is the most reasonable.The gentle breeze blows the broken hair across the bridge of the nose, and the thin lips are always smiling, which makes people approachable. The face that seems to have been carved is so enchanting, but when he smiles at him like this, he reveals his canine teeth. "Come with me to see the first snow in winter."

"Okay." Jiang Chuan agreed somehow.

Harmful childishness.

Forget it, anyway, in winter, the river is almost frozen, and the boats can't go out, and the porcelain can only be sent to the inland for a few horses, and the work will be over in the Spring Festival.It doesn't matter.

Watching his back disappear around the corner, Jiang Xiyu packed up the dishes and returned to the study, and it was Shen Shi after work.When it was dark in summer, I would go to the big shopkeeper with the official documents to discuss and make a decision, and then take a look at the new look, and take a look at the quality of the work of the guys.In Xushi, his boss returned with a pile of documents and porcelain samples.

When he arrived at the study, Jiang Chuan was not busy at his desk, but took out the wooden box and looked at the double-edged dagger inside by the light.Blood came out from his ring finger, and he just wiped it on his lips.Put it into the sheath and stick it close to the body.