When the mirror ends

I have traveled to every place in the country, watched sunrise and sunset in different styles, tried to take photos with every magnificent sea area, and sat on the shore of every lake to watch the starlight fall on the lake.

I have climbed mountains large and small across the country, seen red leaves all over the mountains, smelled the fragrance of flowers, walked through layers of snow, and heard chicks singing.

I have traveled all over the country on fast or slow waterways, in canoes, on freighters, on rafts, and on passenger ships.

I am in love with mountains, rivers and waters, and the changes of light and shadow, but without exception, the person who thinks about you is you.

——Chang Gaochun Notes

What Peng Zefeng expected was that he and Chang Gaochun were sitting at a long table, waiting for the helpers at home to bring the dishes.But the reality is that Chang Gaochun rolled up his sleeves and wore an apron to cook himself.

Watching other people cook is a novel experience for Peng Zefeng, especially watching a man in a long mandarin coat washing, chopping, cooking and handling the dishes in an old-fashioned kitchen.

But I have to say that Chang Gaochun rolled up his sleeves and pursed his lips to cook seriously, which was very attractive and attractive.

"At Mr. Peng's age, he shouldn't have eaten food fried with firewood, right?" Chang Gaochun asked.

"No." Peng Zefeng actually wanted to say that you shouldn't have eaten it at your age, but Chang Gaochun felt that it was very suitable for this rare cooking method, so he couldn't complain and had to answer honestly.

"Then I hope I won't disappoint you later." Chang Gaochun's eyebrows and eyes, and his words are clear and cool, "I grew up, if I didn't go out, I always ate food cooked with firewood. Eating habits I can't change it."

"A person should be used to pinning his emotions in his life." Peng Zefeng looked at the cheerful flames in the stove, "It's just as good as it suits me."

Chang Gaochun tasted Peng Zefeng's words, and then said: "You are the first person who is not surprised by my hobbies but also understands. I like the sentence you just said very much. Emotions are placed in habits."

After a while, Chang Gaochun lifted the lid of the earthen jar, put the chopped chicken in it, sprinkled in various condiments and herbs, and put the lid back on, "What about you? Do you have any habits?"

"Me?" Peng Zefeng shook his head, "I have nothing to pin on."

Chang Gaochun just smiled when he heard the words, neither asked nor expressed dissatisfaction with Peng Zefeng's answer.

Peng Zefeng continued to watch Chang Gaochun busy, and suddenly thought of a musical instrument very similar to Chang Gaochun - Shakuhachi.

The wind instrument made of bamboo is one foot eight long and has only five holes, but it has unique advantages in expressing artistic conception.The tone is vast and bleak, and the listener seems to be under the hazy moonlight. The breeze comes through the bamboo forest, which can take people to the ethereal distance, and when they turn back, they are in the kind hometown again.

A person who is like a dream.

Peng Zefeng picked up the topic just now, "If you want to do it, do it well, that's all." Then he paused for a while, seeming to say something casually with emotion: "I just hope that everyone I care about can be healthy. Live happily and live as you want."

Chang Gaochun didn't expect Peng Zefeng to continue the topic just now, after the accident, he smiled and said, "Mr. is really a great person, it must be very easy to be friends with you."

I can infect others with my emotions anytime, anywhere, especially the hopeful feeling, believing that being alive is a good thing.

There is romance hidden in the painter's heart, and so does Chang Gaochun, "How to put it, it will make people feel that 'life is worth weaving, and we can always weave beautiful flowers'. Thinking about it this way, the future seems to be full of light, One day I will pass by the fragrance of flowers in full bloom.”

Peng Zefeng was unusually embarrassed, even he couldn't stand such a good-looking person blowing rainbow fart from the bottom of his heart, and it was so graphic.

Chang Gaochun didn't hear Peng Zefeng's response, so he turned to look at him, was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed, "Are you embarrassed, sir? It's so cute."

Peng Zefeng: ...

During the chat, Chang Gaochun finally finished the four dishes and one soup, and didn't mention that again at the dinner table.

After dinner, Chang Gaochun invited Peng Zefeng to enjoy the shade in the courtyard.

The way of going to the courtyard to enjoy the shade after dinner is very old-fashioned, and it always makes Peng Zefeng feel that Chang Gaochun's next words are to invite him to drink tea in the pavilion and play chess.

But this situation did not happen after arriving in the courtyard. Chang Gaochun asked him if he was interested in flowers and plants, and when he saw him nodding, he took him to introduce the flowers and plants in the yard one by one.

The courtyard is not very big, but Chang Gaochun likes to tell stories. It took nearly an hour to walk down while telling stories about flowers and plants.

After almost digesting, the two sat down in the pavilion.

Chang Gaochun suddenly suggested: "Do you want coffee?"

I don't know why Peng Zefeng suddenly remembered the wicked coffee from before, but it shouldn't be such a coincidence, right?Although he thought it was impossible, Peng Zefeng asked, "Have you ever invested in a coffee shop?"

Now it was Chang Gaochun's turn to be surprised, "Can this kind of thing be deduced through observation? I did open a coffee shop in another city, but I haven't visited it for a long time. I heard from the staff that the business is barely Strong, there are quite a lot of repeat customers.”

If it's that store, it's not much.

But Peng Zefeng didn't draw conclusions lightly, he decided to try the coffee first, he said: "Maybe I still drank there."

"That's such a coincidence, please be sure to try the coffee I made." Chang Gaochun was obviously a little happy, he stood up and said, "Wait for me for a while."

"Ok."

Peng Zefeng was left sitting alone in the pavilion, and the evening breeze was blowing, making him very comfortable.He suddenly had some extravagant hopes, if he could quietly not use that power, would he be able to live peacefully like he is now.

"Sir? Sir?" When Chang Gaochun came over with coffee, he saw Peng Zefeng in a daze and waited aside. He thought that the other party would notice his arrival, but after a few minutes, Peng Zefeng still maintained his previous posture and had no choice but to speak. Call him.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Peng Zefeng took the coffee and took a sip cautiously.

Then he doesn't have any mental activity:  …

"Very... unpalatable?" Chang Gaochun didn't dare to say that this was his proud creation.

Peng Zefeng pulled out a bright smile, "Of course not, you are very good."