Red Plum Wine Dyeing

A few coughs broke the tranquility of winter, Jiang Xiyu only glanced at the bright red color on the handkerchief, folded it and threw it aside.He had been cured of the disease, and it got better for a while, and when the season changed, the old disease recurred.In the end, it is a temporary solution, not the root cause, so I have to drag it on.

Due to palpitations and trembling hands, he couldn't hold the pen, so he put it down and rubbed the space between his eyebrows.

Mo Ya came in without knocking on the door, Jiang Xiyu guessed who it was, after all, no one would do that.Looking up, Mo Quaijue's head was covered with snow, his eyebrows and eyelashes were stained with frost, and his cheeks were flushed.Damn, who told you to go out for a walk in so little clothes in the cold weather? Let's see if I break your leg one day, and see if you go surfing again.Although Jiang Xiyu was thinking so in his heart, he still glanced at the table with his fingertips, and the attention of the people staying by the burner was attracted to him, and when he saw him pointing at him, he brushed past.

Jiang Xiyu took off the fur and put it on for Mo Yacong.The clothing still retains the temperature of the predecessors, and it is also warm to wear.Mo Ya never said anything, just stayed aside and waited.

"I know, but there is another business deal." Jiang Chuan remembered it clearly, and now he had to find a reason to decline, "the days will be long..." He lowered his head and thought twice, but he didn't know that his nails had already scratched his palm with red marks. "Tomorrow, can I go see it tomorrow?" I asked, seeing that the eyes had returned to their original vibrant color, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Yacong said in a joking tone: "Listen to you." After all, he is naive and playful.Of course, this is Jiang Chuan's definition of Mo Ruizhuang.

But it's a little tricky.Call Mo Yacong first, and then go out to pass a message, and call the shopkeeper Minger to pick up the things.Hurry up to deal with the main things, and take some effort to solve the problems that come out that can be solved, and consume the insignificant ones first, and deal with them the day after tomorrow.As a result, when it was almost dinner time, I still rushed over, and came back after the shopkeeper told me to deal with it, and it was midnight.

The snow in the capital flutters and dances wantonly, blowing to the face with the wind, causing pain.I forgot how the moonlight is, but it must be unsatisfactory.

Jiang Xiyu, who was standing on the steps, brushed the white off his clothes and entered the door. Seeing that there was still a lamp on the table, he was indescribably delighted.Leaning over, I saw Mo Yacong sleeping soundly with locks of hair curled up.After smoothing him, he took a quilt, took off his shoes, socks and clothes, and lay down, with his back turned to Mo Kuaizhuan, watching the candlelight, jumping and jumping.

They don't often cuddle together when they sleep.Not coy, just inconvenient.Sometimes Jiang Xiyu doesn't even care about eating, and it's not uncommon for him to be busy until midnight, for fear of disturbing him.This is one of them.To be honest, I am also afraid of dependence, getting used to this thing is really terrible.This is the second.

There should be more snow tomorrow.I wish.Jiang Xiyu closed her eyes and rubbed her hands that were too cold to straighten.He felt that something was pulling his underwear, but he heard a weak voice: "Jiang Xiyu, come and sleep." He was a little confused, obviously just woke up.

Jiang Chuan thought: Just wake up, it's not the first time anyway.He simply turned over and drilled through.This quilt is extremely warm, and so are the people.Jiang Xiyu put his hands on Mo Ya and rested his head on his neck, and said with a long breath, "It's so comfortable..."

Can it be warm?Those hands are real ice.Jiang Chuan is almost crisp.Mo Kuaijuan didn't struggle, put one hand over his shoulder, and tucked the quilt from inside.Said: "Go to bed early."

The next day, Mo Yacong said goodbye to Duke Zhou as usual.Strangely enough, Jiang Xiyu didn't wake up, her head was buried in her arms, and her legs were still stepping up.This sleeping position, I can't say...but please keep it up!Theoretically, it is also because winter is cold, and people like summer to be cool and winter to be warm. If it were summer night, they would not cling to themselves like this.Huh, it's lucky not to kick him out of bed.Recalling that in the middle of the night, Mo Zuizhang was kicked awake by Jiang Chuan, who was kicking the quilt, and covered him up, but he couldn't sleep again—mosquitoes were buzzing around his ears.I couldn't bear it anymore, so let's not mention the next thing for now.

Mo Ya was extra careful not to wake him up, but still met those sleepy eyes.Changing clothes and washing, pushing the door open, it was covered in silver, and the corners of the cornices were smoothed out.The snow is still falling, but it is much gentler than yesterday.Mo Ya came out early, and ran to the wine cellar to get the altar of Dukang wine, just happened to be a stack of white porcelain bowls upside down nearby, so he took two as soon as possible.Go find your family!

Jiang Xiyu leads a horse, which is not as flamboyant as Li and Hua, and not as monotonous as a white horse.And the fur color is pure and not mixed, the red part is like rolling blood, and the black part is like soaked ink.What's more, this gelding was stopped and castrated by himself after being drunk and acting crazy.The corners of Jiang Xiyu's mouth curled up.Sure enough, every time I think of it or someone insider mentions me, I can't help laughing.

It just so happened that Mo Yacong saw this picture, and for some reason, he always felt overwhelmed... Especially the smile that Jiang Chuan gave him after he found out, almost broke out in a cold sweat.This old fox won't think of anything again...

"Take me." There's nothing wrong with that.Jiang Xiyu slept late yesterday, and Mo Ya was thinking of making a proposal early in the morning.Mo Yacong grabbed the reins and watched Jiang Xiyu get on the horse skillfully.Unexpectedly, he took out a dagger from his arms and stabbed the horse without thinking about it.

"Jiang Chuan, you fucking!..." Mo Ya could only hold the rein to stabilize the frightened horse before he could finish his sentence after gnashing his teeth.Fortunately, not many came out early in the morning, and no one was hurt.Even if there are two or three people who see it, they must think that some rich man is doing harm on the street again.

It took a lot of effort to be able to control it. Although this good horse ran fast, it couldn't stand Jiang Chuan, who said he would stab the horse.However, thinking about being beaten and scolded on weekdays, Jiang Chuan is considered gentle.Especially that time when Mo Ya came to Jiang Xiyu, he was forced to go to the roof to blow the wind for a long time at night, or Jiang Chuan sneaked down after drinking too much, and only dared to enter the house when he felt that he was asleep. After lying down in the middle of the night.This violent temper, alas... Mo Ya can't control it, so he can only complain in his heart.

"You are good at equestrian skills." Jiang Xiyu wiped the blade clean, and tore off Mo Ya's flute from his waist in person, and replaced it with a dagger. "Play for me for a few days." After leaving the city gate, looking back, I saw flowers printed on the snowy road.Only then did Mo Ya dare to speed up, and replied: "It's best for you to be happy." Jiang Chuan laughed out loud, and did nothing more peacefully.

Looking at the frost-covered sky at the ten-mile long pavilion, I sigh how long the blue hair and white hair have been. Whether it is wrong or good in this life, there is no complaint or regret.If we make an appointment in the next life, even if we meet each other by fate, the world is always changing, can we continue our relationship together?The smile withered like a flower, the face was lost like water, and the white hair instantly turned white.The love of one life will be entangled in several lives; the entanglement of several lives can be eliminated in one life.Mo Ya wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it, or where to start.Noticing that those hands were hugging him, Mo Yacong sighed: Actually, this is the best, isn't it?

"Mo Yacong, what are you laughing at?" Jiang Xiyu pinched his waist gently, "Laughing, I hug you?"

"Don't dare, I can't wait."

……

The dilapidated door was ajar, the red paint had fallen into pieces, and the crooked plaque could vaguely read two characters—Qixian.This is the old house.Jiang Xiyu pushed the door open, looked back at the man who tied the horse and held the wine and the bowl, gathered his cloak and walked in with a smile.He only tied it with a headband at the end of his hair, and the wind blew, and the too long ribbon fluttered and fluttered.Mo Yacong looked at the series of footprints and followed them at a leisurely pace.

You can smell the faint fragrance from far outside, whether it is far or near, indistinct, indistinguishable.After entering the courtyard, I realized what it means that Mei Xu is three points less white than Xue, but Xue is less fragrant than Mei.Jiang Xiyu passed by the collapsed house, the iron locks had already been covered with mottled rust, most of the paper windows were broken, and they were not exposed to the sun, and it was pitch black from a distance.A few years later, Jiang Xiyu suddenly felt the vicissitudes of life in the world, and the youth and frivolity were frozen, and he was forced to be calm and sophisticated.

Stone benches and stone tables can be seen every time you walk. It must be that the owner has leisure time: drinking wine, composing poems, playing with hands...otherwise, he would not have bothered to get these stone tables.Bai Xue thought it was too late, so she wore the garden tree as flying flowers.Now I think there are still flowers in "Flying Flowers", which are born in the cold, and the plums are still welcoming the spring.After walking some distance, Baimei changed her look.This red bloom is not white and clean, but it is more than [-]% flamboyant.The horizontal branches grow upside down, and the falling spots are clustered red, which makes the leaves even smeared with a touch of coquettish beauty.

Jiang Xiyu intentionally slowed down, and when Mo Ya came up to him, he was tired of explaining and stopped.

Mo Ya walked to the table under the plum tree, put down his things, pushed the snow off the top with his hand and sat down, poured wine into two bowls, and took one of them to drink.

The plum branches are wrapped in white snow, with a bit of crimson red in them, they are in full bloom, and the blood stains are more intense, three points better than the fragrance.

Jiang Xiyu's red dress was hot and lonely.Because he deliberately suppressed his wildness, now only in the snow can he show his wanton blood, full of arrogance and arrogance.That is not comparable to Lingshuang Aoxue's Mei, they can only complement each other.People merge into scenery, and scenery merges into people.Looking up, looking up, Xi slightly brushed his face.can't say...

The vulgar fate is endless, looking back and falling into the world of mortals.Mo Ya lost his mind after staring quietly for a while.The breeze was blowing on the face, and the hair on the forehead floated up, drawing an elegant arc in the air.The dark hair reflects the light brown eyes, which are clear and contain the gentleness of running water.Containing the wildness and turning it into clarity, a pool of tenderness spread out, rolling up ripples and waves.It became a little hazy and a little brighter.It is like the water melted by the scorching sun from an iceberg that has been melted for thousands of years, absorbing the perseverance of the ice and absorbing the warmth of the sun.Let him be turbid in everything, and let him smile and reincarnate for you.

He was drunk, I don't know whether he was drunk in that scene or that person...

"Jiang Xiyu?"

"Ok?"

"Jiang Chuan?"

"Well, I'm here."

Xia Mei walked to the stone bench, sat directly on the man's lap, took the leftover half bowl of wine to moisten his throat.Mo Ya followed Jiang Xiyu's hair, and then she put a plum blossom behind her ear.

"All my life, I have been involved in the world of mortals. I thought I could see through it a few years ago, but now I suddenly realize that I am no match, no escape, no escape." Jiang Chuan let out a breath, held Shunfa's hand, twisted He turned his head, looked into those eyes, smiled suddenly, lowered his eyes, revealing a cinnabar mole at the end of his eyes, and touched the flowers beside his ears.

Mo Ya came closer and replied with a kiss.Not warm, not lingering.Just touch the water, and stop there.

"What are you smirking at, your heart is so immature..." Jiang Xiyu's ears turned red, she turned her head and said sullenly.In the end, he didn't say the latter sentence: once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flower will fall and the person will die.My life is short, bitter, and short, and I am afraid that you will be alone, alone.

But now, that's how long this can last.There are Baimeihong in the world, but you are the only one I love.I don't know the origin of the love, but the love is deep.The law of safety and security in the world?Wish, I will read all my life, come like flying flowers and disperse like smoke.Life can be full of joy, and death has no regrets.

Jiang Chuan untied his hair belt, took Mo Kuaicun's hand and walked under the plum tree.Ask: "Is there snow on my head?"

"You and I have turned white heads."

"You're smart." Jiang Xiyu laughed at him, and then said: "You hug me, let's hang the red hairband on the branch."

The snow is like flying flowers and catkins, dancing with all things.Tired and tired, they piled up in one place, and over time, they added new clothes to the capital.

"No, not high enough."

"Hey, it's crooked."

"Don't laugh at me!"

……

The petals of the red plum fell and floated into another bowl full of wine, swimming leisurely and silently stained with wine.

……

"The heart is in the same troubled world, rich but not expensive, plagued by serious diseases, destined to be robbed, childless under the knees, half a life of hard work, and a miserable life. It's amazing—" The white-haired man in rags repeated these words to himself, Finally disappeared at the corner of the road.This is what Jiang Chuan experienced playing truant from school when he was young.Now I understand, it's not 'hit and run', it's 'hit and knot'.Now that I have climbed to the present, everything I have experienced is almost the same.This is the summary of his remaining life.

The old man picked up half a cup of cool tea and drank it in one gulp to warm his body.I don't feel silly laughing, which is quite self-deprecating.

I don't know how many times the word "Zuiminglou" has been painted, but it has already faded in his heart.Looking back, it took a lot of effort to pick out one or two familiar and unfamiliar old faces.Now it is snowing heavily in the capital, the sky is too bright, and the white is mixed with gray.Unspeakable melancholy.Jiang Xiyu walked into the scene, and the cold wind swept the snow particles.Desolate, desolate.

He walked against the wind, let his hat be blown off, and let his black hair with a little silver thread be blown in a mess.Had to be unable to bear.Dim, embarrassed.The footprints didn't last long and were filled in again.

These ten years have been filled with emptiness, confusion, decadence, and depression.Jiang Xiyu is still engaged in business, but because of intentional evasion, it is not as prosperous as before.He often listens to rumors in teahouses, ponders the endgame alone under the plum tree, plays the flute at night with the wind and rain dripping, writes letters but does not know where to send them, and keeps several boxes full of them. It became a habit... I was really lonely and crazy, so I ran to the side room, chatted with the utensils, and asked myself questions.

I don't know that the soul is broken, and there are dreams in the air.This year the color of the flowers will change, next year the flowers will bloom again.Ruthless does not seem to be passionate and bitter, who can laugh in Fusheng.This feeling can be regarded as a memory, but it was already at a loss at that time.Even if there are tens of thousands of styles, who can I talk to?In the evening, the sky is like snow, and the shadows become three people.For whom do you get drunk and for whom do you wake up?Tonight and tonight, how is my lord?Thinking of you, you don't know.

he hates?He blames?

Hatred comes from love, which is an inferior variant of love; resentment comes from unwillingness, which is the despair and sinking of love.

He hates, he resents...