Fengtian past events

The earth dragon is indeed much better than the stove, the heat is even, it does not take up space, it will not accidentally burn people, and the most important thing is that it does not have the smell of burning coal.

After ignoring him for a few days, Liu Guoqing seemed even more dull. Seeing Tong Qingzhu and I shivering at the door with our sleeves shrunk in the cold, he didn't let us in immediately, but froze behind the iron gate. Now, staring at the two big eyes through the iron railing, pretending to be dead.

Originally, he was not in a good mood, seeing him bursting out of anger like sorghum wine, straight up his head, and burst out a stream of white gas: "Stupid? Open the door!"

Shocked, he came to his senses, and before he had time to wrap up his loose cotton coat, he opened the door and let us in.

Tong Qingzhu bowed to him, stuttered and didn't know what to say, I ignored him, and rushed into the house like a fleeing refugee seeing a meat bun.

Tong Qingzhu looked at the back of me disappearing into the house, and then at Liu Guoqing who continued to be silly, gave up the red tape, and decided to rush into the house to keep warm like his master.

The last one to come in instead became Liu Guoqing.

Based on working in his house for a few nights, the general structure and layout of the house are still clear. I took off my shoes and ran to the kitchen first. The tiles were completely gone from the coldness of the previous days, and the earth dragon was warming the soles of my feet.

He had just decocted the medicine, and there was still medicine dregs in the medicine stove that had not been cleaned up. When he touched it, the medicine stove was still warm, and there was still boiling water next to it.

First poured a cup for Tong Qingzhu to cover, but he drank it all in one go, then he held up the cup and asked for more.

It wasn't enough for me to pour another glass, but I poured it for him anyway.

I asked him during the chat, he is three years older than Yicheng, and he is thirteen years old this year, but his stature is about the same as Yicheng's, and he is considered extremely thin among his peers.He called me my master, but in fact, I treated him like my son.

What's more, it was hard for him to run out in the cold winter months.

I warmed my hands with the medicine stove that had not lost its temperature. The smell of the medicine was very soothing.

Liu Guoqing now has two pairs of slippers at home, because I always come, so I prepared a pair.He threw the slippers at my feet and said, "Put them on."

"If you don't wear it, the ground will be warm, but if you wear it, it will be cold."

Tong Qingzhu didn't wear them either, and bent down to put away the slippers.

Liu Guoqing said: "The clothes and bamboo are here, thank you."

"Oh."

"That...it's so late, what's the matter?"

I also secretly despised my impulsiveness. I just thought about it a little bit, but when I saw him, I became confused again.

"Lend me here for a while," I said, "what? Not welcome?"

"No," he let me out, saw me go out into the living room, sat down casually, and said, "I thought you were still angry and ignored me on purpose."

I lazily said: "No—do you have any leftovers? Me and that kid," pointing to Tong Qingzhu who stood aside and refused to sit down, "We are still hungry."

"Yes, you wait, I'll heat it up."

"Mr. Liu, I'll come." Tong Qingzhu was a step ahead of him, "Sit down and chat with the master." He said too much, "My master has a bad temper recently, and he just had an awkward fight with his wife. Why don't you start?" Untie the solution."

My face turned dark, and I raised my foot to kick him: "You brat, you can't control your mouth! Hurry up and sew your mouth shut with hemp rope tomorrow!"

Tong Qingzhu hid, kicked for nothing, and ran to the kitchen to heat up the meal.

Liu Guoqing sat next to me, just separated by a bowl-wide distance.

I looked at him, and he turned his head to look at me.After a while, I asked him, "Why did you still eat and ruin your stomach?"

"I thought there was still some milk left. It was a good thing. I threw it away. I didn't expect it to be broken."

"Do you think I'm an idiot like you? If you throw it away, can't you think it's broken?" I raped him, and wanted to scold him, but I didn't scold him in the end, "Is it better now?"

He nodded: "Don't scold people."

"Hey, what's the matter?" I folded my arms, and I knew I was making trouble for no reason, but I could also make trouble with him, "I'll just scold you, you idiot! What's wrong?" Feeling that it wasn't strong enough, I said it again , "Stupid!"

"..." He showed a helpless expression again, "Forget it, you are in a bad mood, I don't care about you."

"Hey, what do you mean you don't care about me? You don't care about me and I care about you!"

He sighed, turned his head to look at me, very grumpy: "Yi Ge, what's wrong with you?"

If only I could know what's wrong!

He said again: "I've been very......" He tilted his head, "You ignored me, I thought you were angry."

After speaking, I raised my eyes, the black eyes were dark and deep, and I couldn't see the bottom, nor my reflection.

He continued intermittently: "I am in Fengtian, and you are the only friend who treats me very well. I will keep that in mind. If you are unhappy with me, or if I have done something wrong, just tell me." He looked hesitant and cautious, "You are very straightforward, don't take me as someone who needs to go around to talk." He pursed his lips, as if he had made great determination, "On the day of Dongling, you seemed to be I don't like me getting too close to Boss Meng. If you don't like it, I won't mention him in front of you, how about it?" He said, "If you treat me sincerely, I will treat you sincerely too."

After finishing speaking, I just waited for the answer.

"...stupid."

I was uncomfortable being watched by him, and my eyes wandered elsewhere.

Unexpectedly, I was moved by his words.

There are no words that make people cry, only plain confession.But for some reason, when he said "sincerity", I was moved and happy.

I have never put Boss Meng in my eyes. I have sympathy and pity for him, but I also look down on him. Although I know that as a dog who works hard for the Japanese, it is not as good as Peking Opera, which can bring beautiful entertainment to the people. Everyone, Boss Meng—even if what he sings is just about the love and hatred of emperors, generals, ministers, talented scholars and beautiful women, it has nothing to do with national hatred and family hatred.

Maybe there was jealousy too.In any case, every time I think of the business woman who doesn't know the hatred of subjugation, and still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river, I can't help feeling excited.

However, for the two individual personalities of "Liu Guoqing" and "Yi Ge"—throwing away the entanglement of identity and the shackles of the times, these two people, at least at this moment, are sincere to each other, And they know each other is sincere.

Liu Guoqing smiled and said consolingly: "You have a grumpy temper, which is not good. How can you live with pots and pans without your tongue touching your teeth? Women are meant to be coaxed. Do you think everyone is as rough as you?"

"Okay, okay, don't talk, just talk about it," waved his hands to stand up, stretched his arms and legs, "I'll let you sleep here for the night, go make the bed!"

He has such a good temper, he just smiled and tidied up the bed obediently when I bullied the magpie's nest like this.The master bedroom was tidied up.

I said again: "Qingzhu is also staying here overnight, it's too late, I don't feel relieved that he will go back alone as a child."

Tong Qingzhu heard the sound: "Mr. Liu, I'll make the shop, I'll make the shop!"

"Why are you here?" I squinted at him, "He made the master bedroom, you sleep in the guest bedroom, do you think it will be made for you? Clean it up yourself!"

"It's not very good," he said coyly, "I'm a sleeper, so I'll excuse you and Mr. Liu to squeeze in a room. How can there be such a servant? I can just make a bed in the living room."

"It's a good idea, why don't you take the quilt to the living room specially for you?" I said, "Stop talking nonsense, go and watch the pot!"

He responded in a low voice, turned around and took two steps, then suddenly turned around and said solemnly: "Master, I know you treat me well, and I can't bear to let me sleep on the floor. Except for my parents and my sister, you are the best. "

Feeling relieved by what he said, he laughed and scolded: "Who did you learn to be glib? After a while, the pot will dry up. See if I don't cut you!"

He was happy, scratched his head and went to the kitchen to look at the pot.

I saw him sitting in the corner, couldn't help but soften my gaze, and then looked in the direction of the bedroom. Miraculously, the naughty little rabbit in my heart calmed down.

Days like this are like walking on the thin ice of a river, the water below is fast-flowing, and there is no place for burial if you are not careful, but you can't stand the temptation of the beautiful singing from the other side, so you don't look back.

Or maybe it's ignorance.

But I can't help it.The singing is so beautiful, pure and common.

I still remember when I read Li Zhi when I was a child, he said, "A husband with a childlike heart is sincere." He also said, "A husband with a childlike heart is absolutely innocent and pure, and the original heart of the first thought is also."

This is a bit like the "collective unconscious" that Jung said.In other words, this is the common emotion of human beings.

But now, I think, it was the original heart trembling at the very first thought.

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The author has something to say: emotions have passed the next chapter and the plot... (finally able to move on QWQ)