Chun Feng Du Jian

For these disciples who have lived in the sect since childhood, the annual festival is not important. When the flowers bloom, the moon is full and the weather is cold, they still practice martial arts in the same way, at most they change their food.Cold comes and summer goes, it's all normal weather, so it's not worth worrying about.Therefore, the New Year of the Chunjun Sect was very simple. There was neither family reunion nor new clothes with firecrackers. It was nothing more than two extra dishes in the dining hall at noon.

Xue Qinglan adapts well to this. He is more like a pure Jun disciple than Wen Heng. He does what he should do during the day, and at night he hugs the hand stove Wen Heng made for him and curls up on the couch to read a book. Get used to it.

After all, Wen Heng grew up in a gentle and wealthy village, and has seen the first-class bustle and bustle in the world. During festive seasons, he can't help but miss his parents and relatives, but Xue Qinglan seems to be isolated from the world when he was young, and he doesn't eat the fireworks of the world. , naturally there is no way to generate ripples.

Wen Heng had a good opinion of Xue Ci at first, he is a well-known medical master and a close friend of his master, no matter what his status is, he is worthy of respect.But the longer he gets along with Xue Qinglan, the more he feels that Xue Ci is really negligent of his duty as a master, and it is not good for him to lose a good seedling in vain. This, not even a word of auspiciousness.

Xue Qinglan heard his footsteps, put down the scroll in his hand, and just raised his head when something cold was stuck on his forehead.

The sweet orange fragrance came to his nostrils, his eyes immediately rolled up, and he smiled brightly: "Where did you get the oranges?"

Two red tangerines rolled into his arms, Wen Heng sat down on the side of the couch, and said: "Today's New Year's Eve, the farm under the mountain sent a lot of festival fruits."

Xue Qinglan said "oh", didn't ask, didn't care, picked up the orange, peeled off the skin, picked off the silk, and gave half to Wen Heng.His fingers are fair and slender, peeling an orange is also pleasing to the eye, Wen Heng's heart moved, and he suddenly asked: "Qinglan, do you want to go down the mountain and have a look?"

"What is there to see at the bottom of the mountain?" Xue Qinglan swallowed a piece of orange, and said inexplicably, "Are you going down the mountain? If you want to go, I can accompany you."

Wen Heng pushed the boat along the water and said: "Then it's settled, accompany me down the mountain on the Lantern Festival."

According to the rules of the Chunjun Sect, from the New Year to the fifteenth day of the Shangyuan period, Xu disciples leave the mountain for one day and let them go wherever they want.In previous years, Wen Heng had no interest in hanging out, and he just passed by in a hurry. Since he decided to bring Xue Qinglan with him this year, he picked a special day.Since ancient times, the Lantern Festival has always been a night. During the Lantern Festival, the city is full of lanterns and people of all surnames travel together. It is a rare and lively time of the year.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Wen Heng informed Qin Ling and Xue Ci, took Xue Qinglan down the mountain together, and rushed to Zhanchuan City just before lunch.It was still noon, and high platforms and lantern stands had been set up on the streets, and a large pot was set up in front of many teahouses and restaurants.

In addition, there are food sellers, flower lantern sellers, mask sellers, clay figurines, sugar figurines, and other gadgets, too many to list.These are all foreplays. At night, they will set up stages to sing operas, guess lantern riddles, perform shows, sing and dance, and entertain all night long. No disease and no disaster, this is the most exciting finale of the first month.

Wen Heng said: "The real bustle hasn't started yet, why don't you go to eat first, take a good position facing the street, and at dusk, the lights will almost be lit."

Xue Qinglan looked him up and down, and finally couldn't help asking the question he cared about the most: "Senior brother, where did you get the money for dinner?"

Wen Heng was startled, with an annoyed look on his face: "Unfortunately, I forgot about this, what should I do? Why don't senior brothers pawn the sword and buy you a bowl of glutinous rice balls?"

He really pretended to be like that, Xue Qinglan was almost bluffed by him, and half-believingly said: "It doesn't have to be like this, you really didn't bring any money?"

Wen Heng endured the pain and nodded seriously.

Xue Qinglan sighed a little, took out a money bag from his bosom and put it in his palm, and said helplessly, "Fortunately, I brought it...what are you laughing at!"

Wen Heng held his hand together, pulled him to his side lightly, and boasted casually: "I'm really caring, remember to bring money when you go out. Let's go, I'll take you to dinner."

Xue Qinglan was dragged into a restaurant on the side of the street in a daze, and the waiter came up to greet him, and Wen Heng said directly: "The private room that Mr. Fan ordered."

The waiter immediately bowed and said respectfully, "Two distinguished guests, please come upstairs!"

This restaurant is located in a bustling area, and in time for meals, the customers come like a cloud, and the business is very prosperous.There was unavoidable noise in the lobby, but the clerk led them to the private room on the third floor, pushed the door open, and a quiet fragrance of plum blossoms rushed to their faces, and the room suddenly became quiet, blocking all the noise from the outside.

Xue Qinglan looked around, but saw that the private room was spacious, bright and elegantly decorated.The vase on the table next to the wall contains wintersweet, and the large landscape screen behind the dining table creates another space, which is furnished with an arhat couch, and there are even dried fruit snacks on the small table on the couch. I have to sell both of them, maybe it won't be worth the money for the meal.

The waiter asked attentively: "What do you two want to use? The dry-roasted yellow croaker in this shop is a must. There are also other signatures such as roasted mutton, roasted oxtail, Babao Shanzhen, and soft-shelled turtle stewed chicken."

He said this to Wen Heng, and subconsciously felt that this person could make the decision, but he saw Wen Heng picked up the pot and poured two cups of tea, pushed one of them to Xue Qinglan, and asked, "What do you want to eat?" I'm a vegetarian every day, I'm afraid I'm already tired of it, and I just happened to be out of filial piety recently, so I can accompany you to eat a few mouthfuls of meat."

No matter how stupid Xue Qinglan was, he also saw through his tricks at this time, shook his head and gave way: "I have never been here, so I don't know what to eat at his house, so I'd better get some from my brother."

So Wen Heng measured the tastes of the two of them, ordered four kinds of signature dishes, and a few dishes of light vegetables, and added a case of mountain soup and two bowls of glutinous rice balls. After carefully explaining the taboos, he asked the waiter to go out and pass on the dishes.

When the door was closed and only two people were left sitting opposite each other, Xue Qinglan sighed quietly while holding a tea bowl: "I underestimated you. Senior brother hides his secrets, and deceived me so hard."

Wen Heng said: "Since you know that I lied to you, why don't you eat this or that? You should choose the expensive one, so that I can remember it long and avoid bullying children like this in the future."

Xue Qinglan said with a smile: "Senior brother, don't be self-effacing. If this is called bullying, if it gets out, countless people will break their heads just to be bullied by you once."

"I can't afford it." Wen Heng opened the window a small slit to let out the slight smoke from burning charcoal in the house, "This matter is not expensive, you can take it alone."

During the conversation, the meals were delivered one after another. The two of them always eat casually. There is no rule of "no talking when eating, no talking when sleeping". It was an old matter of the sect. After talking about it for nearly an hour, I finally finished the meal and asked someone to come in to clean it up.

When he was on Yueying Mountain, the food and accommodation were simple, Wen Heng, a prince and grandson, even had to cook the fire himself, but he didn't complain a word, as if he could adapt to everything, no different from all his disciples; but when he arrived in Zhanchuan City, the traces of his past life It came back to him so naturally, as if it had always been like this, never fading away.

Who would have thought that only this half day throughout the year is the closest to the real him?

Xue Qinglan was a little sleepy, staring at the sword on his waist in a daze.Wen Heng broke half of the poria cocos and hawthorn cake and handed it to him, so as not to accumulate food. Seeing that his eyes were distracted, he said: "If you are sleepy, go to the bed to rest for a while, or go downstairs to play for a while."

Xue Qinglan didn't have much interest in "playing", he was willing to go down the mountain, purely to accompany Wen Heng.Whether he is far away from the mortal world or in the middle of the mortal world, as long as Wen Heng is by his side, it doesn't make much difference to him.

He bit the small piece of snack, swallowed it, and said, "What about you? Don't you have something important to come down the mountain?"

Wen Heng laughed: "What kind of stupid question are you asking? I have nothing else to do, I just come to accompany you, wherever you go, I will follow you."

The hawthorn stuffing in the snack has a sweet and sour taste, which spreads in the mouth and goes straight to the heart.Only then did Xue Qinglan understand why Wen Heng suddenly proposed to go down the mountain the day before yesterday. At the beginning, it was agreed that Xue Qinglan would accompany him, but in the end it was Wen Heng who took this opportunity to take him out to relax.

Wen Heng has always had no distractions. He is a person who is as far away as the moon in the lake and is difficult to get close to. To be able to accompany him every day and laugh and chat is already beyond Xue Qinglan's expectations. Not only according to people, but only according to him?

But he also knows that the days of getting along like this won't be too long, every day will be less and less, and every moment will be like a steal.

It was getting dark early in winter, and Xue Qinglan fell asleep on Wen Heng's lap. When he woke up, a lantern was lit outside the window. Wen Heng put his hand on his forehead and said softly: "There is a light outside, go down and have a look." ?”

There are not so many people on the long street that they can't walk, but the street lanterns have stretched for several miles. Many children are running wildly on the road with lanterns of different shapes. Occasionally bumping into someone's leg, they will "Gudong" fell to the buttocks.Fortunately, the children were all dressed thickly, and it didn't hurt if they fell. They quickly rolled up from the ground like a ball, and continued to twitter into the crowd.

Xue Qinglan was infected by the laughter and laughter in the street, his brows were stretched, his eyes were full of broken light, like a child who just walked out of the mountains, looking curiously at the strange and bustling crowd.Wen Heng was afraid that he would be scattered, so he took his hand and walked forward, when suddenly he heard an "oops", a little Douding, who was not as tall as Wen Heng's calf, fell at Xue Qinglan's feet, and the lantern flew far away , fell to pieces.

Wen Heng helped Xue Qinglan from behind, and asked in a low voice, "Are you all right?"

Xue Qinglan shook his head to indicate that it was okay, and quickly squatted down/body to help the child up.This child is really small, round and bulging, and looks like Yuxue is cute. He looks like he is only five or six years old.Xue Qinglan asked him softly, "Did you hurt from the fall?"

The child looked up at him, then looked down at his empty hands, with hot tears in his eyes, and cried with a "wow".

Xue Qinglan: "..."

Wen Heng burst out laughing.

The child wore a silver longevity lock on his neck, and two silver bracelets with bells hanging from his wrists. When he moved, he made a "ding ding" sound, and the shrill cry was like a magic sound piercing his ears, piercing his ears. My brain hurts.Xue Qinglan couldn't stand it any longer, and called out "senior brother" in a panic. Wen Heng smiled, and brought the big and small to his side, pointing to the lanterns on the street stalls and asked, "Don't cry, I'll buy you a new lantern." ,OK?"

That child was very easy to coax, Wen Yan really stopped the tears, but was still sobbing slightly, looked at Wen Heng anxiously, and nodded.

Wen Heng said, "Then choose the one you like."

The child looked left and right, dazzled, wanted all of them, chose for a long time, and finally pointed to a red carp lamp.Wen Heng took it off for him, put it in his hand, and rubbed his short hair: "Be careful this time, don't fall again, huh?"

The child laughed through his tears, let out a crisp "hmm", and ran away happily.

Wen Heng straightened his waist, turned around and found Xue Qinglan smiling with his lips pursed, he couldn't help wondering: "What's wrong?"

Xue Qinglan said: "He would choose, a fat doll with a red carp, it would go well together."

As soon as this remark came out, even the street vendors beside him laughed.Wen Heng turned around, and picked a Flower and Bird palace lantern from the remaining lanterns on the stall, paid the money, and handed it to Xue Qinglan.

Xue Qinglan was surprised and amused, took it over, raised her head and asked him, "What's the meaning of this?"

"There is no moral." Wen Heng took his other free hand and said casually, "No lamp is good for you, so I just picked it randomly."

The author has something to say: two months of bamboo horse crash √

This is not a love scene! (hard mouthed