Rebirth: sailing a thousand times

The Qin Family Shop is an ordinary honey fruit shop in Shouquan County.Ordinary, but not very ordinary.What's unusual about him is that Qin's Iced Food Gourd is the most famous in Shuoyin Mansion. It is said that even the "Wang Sheng Ji" in Jingling City can't compare.

The treasurer of Qin, Qin Laosan, is over sixty years old and lives in Shouquan. Relying on his own secret recipe of dried fruit and candied candied haws, he married his three sons and had children.

The winter days were short, and it was already dark, and he was about to hang up the last door panel.

Facing the dim light in the store, his old eyes were dim, but he didn't meet the iron hook under the eaves for a long time. His arms were sore and weak, and his strength was weak.

Qin Lao Liu closed his eyes and thought, his life is over!

In a crisis, he suddenly felt an arm stretched out to support his back that fell to the ground, and the expected door panel did not hit his face. He opened his eyes, and stood in front of him was a man in a dark purple cloak. Junwei man.

Qin Lao Liu hurriedly supported the door frame to stand firm, and cupped his hands, "Thank you, young master!"

Mu Qingfeng saw that although Gu Shaobai didn't mention Gu Xinbai anymore these days, he was obviously worried, his appetite decreased greatly, and his whole body was so thin that he was comparable to Ling Min.

After dinner, Gu Shaobai chatted with Ling Min, and he went to the street to see if there was any special food.

After walking for a while, I found a local person to inquire, and then followed the path pointed by the person to find here.

After hearing this, Qin Lao San said in embarrassment, "It's really unfortunate that the little old man's legs and feet are not flexible now, and the number of candied haws he makes every day is limited. Today's ones would have been sold out, otherwise, the young master told the little old man Address, I will do it tomorrow, send it to the young master first."

Mu Qingfeng couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Gu Shaobai likes sweets the most. After listening to Yu Shisan's description, he was escorted to Mobei on the way, passing through towns.

He could even imagine how he was holding his lower abdomen while gnawing candied haws while his abdominal injury was not healed, with crooked eyes and grinning teeth.

Qin Laosan saw his disappointed expression, and said tentatively, "If the young master is willing to wait, the little old man can do it now..."

"Yes." Mu Qing waited for Qin Laosan to finish speaking, and immediately agreed.

After entering the shop and walking around to the stove in the backyard, Mu Qingfeng suddenly said, "Old man, why don't you teach me... I'll do it myself."

Qin Laosan looked at him, laughed and said, "Okay, it's not difficult to do."

So, Mu Qingfeng rolled up his sleeves and cleaned his hands, and started making candied haws step by step according to what Qin Laosan told.

He picked in the bamboo basket for a long time, and picked out more than a dozen bright red hawthorns that were slightly smaller than walnuts.Wash it clean with clean water, take a chopstick, push it in from one end of the hawthorn, and push out the core and tail.

This step is very critical. Mu Qingfeng picked more than a dozen of them in a row, and then discarded the bad ones and the worst ones, and finally picked five of them.

After thinking about it, I took a sharp and narrow knife from the knife box, and carefully carved a word on each hawthorn. I lost my usual level of calligraphy, but I was in a hurry and didn't have time to practice.

Taking the bamboo stick handed over by Qin Laosan, he strung up the round red fruits one by one.

During this period, Qin Laosan had added rock sugar to water and boiled them together. At the beginning, he used a high fire. broken bubbles.

Qin Laosan dipped his chopsticks to test the stickiness, then sprinkled a handful of black and white sesame seeds, and then told Mu Qingfeng to swirl in the boiling sugar foam, and then drag it out immediately, so that it is light, sweet and crisp.

Mu Qingfeng is a master of kung fu, so there is nothing to say about his wrist strength. He took the skewered hawthorn and rolled it gently in the sugar foam, like a flower brushing a willow, and quickly took it out, and the red fruit was evenly glued. The translucent syrup makes your index finger move just by looking at it.

Qin Laosan boasted, "Young Master did a great job. The sugar skin is evenly wrapped and thin, which is better than the old man's craftsmanship."

Mu Qingfeng smiled and said nothing, took out a hundred taels of silver bill from his pocket, and put it on the stove.

Qin Lao San hurriedly took it, and resigned firmly, "Young master is really a shameful little old man..."

Mu Qingfeng was in a happy mood, even with a smile in his words, "My old man just accepts it, and being able to make this bunch of candied haws at an expensive price is already priceless to me."

Seeing Mu Qingfeng's facial features at the moment and the cold, proud and lonely person who was at the door just now, Qin Lao San couldn't help laughing and said, "Since that's the case, I wish the young master can be with you." The sweetheart and the two are in love with each other, let's have a good marriage for a hundred years!"

Mu Qingfeng was taken aback when he heard the words, and then curled the corners of his thin lips, "Then let me borrow a good word from my husband!"

Gu Shaobai finished washing, he was lying under the quilt thinking about the conversation he had just had with Lingmin.

Lingmin is not a good talker, he told the story with his senior in a good manner, is he just complaining to himself, obviously it is more than that, he probably wants to take the opportunity to persuade himself not to be too persistent. Bar!

There were several soft knocks on the door.

Gu Shaobai didn't need to ask, he knew it was Mu Qingfeng just by feeling, he wrapped his coat and ran down to open the door.

The door was opened, and Mu Qingfeng was shrouded in chill, stepped on the threshold, turned around and quickly closed the door again.

"Where have you been?" Gu Shaobai asked, he hadn't seen Mu Qingfeng since before dinner, he knew there were many things he shouldn't have asked, so he didn't ask those guards too much.

Mu Qingfeng chuckled, and only poked his face closer to him, "Miss me?"

"Poor mouth", Gu Shaobai cursed, turned and walked to the couch.

He didn't take two steps, and suddenly the world was spinning, and Mu Qingfeng picked him up horizontally, strode to the bedside, and threw him on the bed.

Gu Shaobai turned over angrily and sat up. Although Mu Qingfeng was holding on and said he was throwing it, in fact he just pretended to be throwing it. It doesn't hurt or not, but it's scary!

Just as he was about to continue to curse, something astonishingly red suddenly came into view—it turned out to be a candied haws!

Gu Shaobai was overjoyed, his eyes sparkled with excitement, "For me?"

Mu Qingfeng nodded with a smile.

Gu Shaobai took it with great care, and Mu Qingfeng turned on the candle. The thin, light and transparent red fruit was like a gem and pearl in his eyes.

If he wasn't afraid of being laughed at, he really wanted to stretch out his tongue and lick it, from the tip of the tongue to the root of the tongue, and then, along the throat, let the sweetness penetrate into the lungs one by one.

Looking at it and thinking about it, the saliva started to trick between the teeth.

Gu Shaobai has a habit of eating candied haws. He doesn't like to start with the top one or the last one, but picks the biggest and most beautiful one.

He began to pick the biggest one, and found that these five red fruits were all huge and beautiful, and the sugar skin was evenly wrapped, it was really hard to tell them apart...

When I was struggling, I suddenly found that there seemed to be something written on the hawthorn. I looked closely, and it really was!

On the five bright red hawthorns, there are five big square characters, "Jun, Dang, Zhi, I, Heart".

Gu Shaobai froze, starting from the apex of his heart, a thin ray of joy mixed with indescribable sadness seeped into his atrium, slowly, even his chest began to suffocate, and the sour and hot feeling instantly became The momentum of destruction rushes to the bottom of the eyes.

He raised his bewildered eyes, his face was blurred within a short distance, and tremblingly said, "This is, this is..."

His hand on his knee was quietly held, and he heard the man's whispering voice, "I did it, do you like it?"

Gu Shaobai nodded, but shed two lines of tears.

He gently turned his face away, and wanted to take out his hand to wipe it. The next moment, there were warm and cool fingers caressing up. The thin calluses on the fingertips were like a serrated knife. Scratch the soft spot.

He calmed down, his eyes were red, and he gave Mu Qingfeng a sideways glance. Something in his blood was boiling and was about to burst out of the wall. He swallowed, and forced a smile, "Hey, how old is the prince... ...and play these childish tricks..."

The alluring red fruit is rich and fragrant, and it is sour and sweet. He can no longer tell whether it is the taste on the tip of his tongue or the emotion in his heart.

Mu Qingfeng looked at Gu Shaobai's pretty face being bulged up into two small bags, and felt that this moment was unprecedented joy and satisfaction.

That night, Gu Shaobai suffered from insomnia.

Before that, how many nights, no matter how sad or heartbroken, he could sleep with the pain of old things on his pillow, even though he had nightmares again and again, he was never afraid.

He held a white handkerchief in his palm, and he hid the last hawthorn in it. On it was the word "heart", with a gentle and slender stroke, completely different from that person's usual calligraphy.

He could even imagine that when he engraved it, he must have crooked eyebrows and a smile, and he must be silently reciting his name in his heart.

He held it firmly, like holding that heart, the iron wall that had been built suddenly loosened, and he didn't want to let go...

The joy faded away quietly, leaving only hidden worries to climb up, suddenly, he trembled, he was afraid that the warmth that came with him would sink.

Repeatedly muttering between lips and teeth, the five words were beating and beating like fine waves, and waves of confusion and confusion emerged, entangled and entangled, and it was a sleepless night.

You should know my heart!

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Update earlier today, has anyone praised me!