Four Seasons Three Meals

Cong Shan asked Jiang Huai when he would come back, and Jiang Huai replied that it was tomorrow.

Cong Shan wanted to pick him up, but Jiang Huai firmly refused.

Cong Shan was persuasive: "I still owe Lawyer Jiang a piece of green wine and a bowl of Xuexia soup."

Jiang Huai remembered the first time he went to Cong Shan's house, and the promise Cong Shan made to him.

"Green load wine, cooking snow and cooking Xia."

He was greedy and curious, so he agreed to Cong Shan softly.

Besides, they had been separated for a long time, and he really missed them.

In the evening, he lived in the guest room on the second floor.In the room next to the garden, with a small skylight, you can see the moon.

Someone knocked on the door, Jiang Huai opened it, and Mrs. Yan stood outside the door.

She smiled gently: "I can't sleep when I'm old, and I want to talk to you, will I bother you?"

Jiang Huai turned sideways quickly and let Mrs. Yan into the room.

Madam Yan sat on the edge of the bed and patted the place beside her.Jiang Huai sat over and was gently held by Mrs. Yan.

She said, "Although you come here often, I never expect you to stay."

Jiang Huai said: "You are young and ignorant, which caused a lot of trouble for my wife and teachers."

Mrs. Yan shook her head, recalling the past, and said: "Every time you stay, you don't say anything, but I know that you quarreled with Xiao Qin, you were kicked out, and you were homeless."

Jiang Huai felt a little embarrassed when he thought of what he had done.

Mrs. Yan said: "Your teacher is stubborn, but his heart is the same as mine. I only hope you are well."

Jiang Huai nodded, held Madam Yan's hand instead, and comforted her: "I won't let you worry about me anymore."

Madam Yan looked at him, smiled softly, and sighed melancholy.

"Your temperament has not changed for many years, and you are always full of enthusiasm and enthusiasm." Madam Yan's eyes are full of worry, "When you meet someone who treats you a little bit better, you can't wait to repay him by flying moths into the flames."

Jiang Huai knew she was referring to something, and she was talking about Congshan.

He faltered for a while, then said, "Doctor Cong...is different from Qin Shi."

Mrs. Yan asked: "Why is it different?"

Jiang Huai thought for a while and said, "When I'm with him, I feel very comfortable."

Mrs. Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and laughed: "The most rare thing in the world is the four words "satisfactory and wishful thinking."

These words naturally compare them together, like a match made in heaven.Jiang Huai was ashamed, blushing like a newlywed.

Mrs. Yan patted the back of his hand and said, "If it's really what you want, remember to bring it for us to have a look, so that we can rest assured."

Jiang Huai nodded, obediently agreeing.

Madam Yan babbled a few more words, got up and left, and closed the door for him.

On Sunday, it was rare for Jiang Huai to sleep late, so he leisurely packed his things and returned to Jiangcheng.

Cong Shan came to pick him up, still holding Cheng Yusheng in his arms, with his sleeves rolled up on his elbows, revealing his strong and smooth forearms.

He stood outside the high-speed rail station, tall and tall, and saw Jiang Huai with a smile on his face.

"Lawyer Jiang, long time no see."

Jiang Huai said, "Long time no see."

He was wearing a white shirt, which matched Jiang Huai's white T-shirt.

Jiang Huai secretly laughed, for their secret tacit understanding.

When Cheng Yusheng saw Jiang Huai, he yelled "quack" and flapped his wings, wanting to go into Jiang Huai's arms.

The two got into the car, Jiang Huai took the big white goose carefully, put it on his lap and stroked it gently.

Cheng Yusheng yelled contentedly.

Cong Shan looked at Jiang Huai and said, "I miss you."

He deliberately did not say the subject, and the semantics became ambiguous.

People who think of Jiang Huai include Chengyusheng and Congshan.

Jiang Huai gave an inaudible "hmm", looked at Cheng Yusheng for a long time, and whispered, "Me too."

The tips of his ears were a little red, Cong Shan saw it and smiled as he wished.

Cong Shan drove the car out of the garage and set the destination on the navigation.

Jiang Huai noticed that every time he went out to play with Cong Shan, Cong Shan would use the navigation.

Jiang Huai was puzzled: "I thought... Dr. Cong is a local?"

Cong Shan said, "I am indeed."

Jiang Huai felt even more puzzled.

Cong Shan explained: "The beauty is by your side, so you can't be too careful."

Jiang Huai half-jokingly said: "Dr. Cong has put all his heart into this, and he has nothing to repay, so he promises with his body."

Cong Shan didn't smile, and his tone was very serious: "I can't ask for it."

They went to the theater, and Cong Shan bought Jiang Huai a bag of salt-fried peanuts at the door.

The peanut shell is thin and the stuffing is big, with a light twist of the fingers, the red coat can be rubbed off, revealing the peanut kernels like a fat boy.

Jiang Huai tasted one, it was salty, fragrant and crispy, mixed with a faint fragrance of soy products.

He couldn't help it, and ate another one.

Cong Shan asked for a small dish, peeled off the peanuts, put it in, and pushed it to Jiang Huai's hand.

Cong Shan peeled, Jiang Huai ate, and occasionally fed two grains to Cheng Yusheng.

Cheng Yusheng affectionately pecked Jiang Huai's palm, Jiang Huai felt itchy, and withdrew his hand, his palm flushed.

Cong Shan glanced at it, and took Cheng Yusheng away forcefully, refusing to give him peanuts.

The big white goose quacked, flapped its wings and flew to the ground, cursing and waddling away.

The audience entered the venue one after another, and Cheng Yusheng was carried out of the box by the waiter.

The tea boy came to serve tea, and Jiang Huai took a sip of Qianjin's Pu'er. The aftertaste was sweet, and he liked it very much.

On the tray was a book of opera lyrics, and several red envelopes with the name of the theater written in gold powder.

Jiang Huai was curious, and Cong Shan explained to him: "It is a local custom that if the audience is satisfied, they can hold the horns and tip money. It is commonly known as 'enyuan red envelope', which means that the end of the show will never end."

Jiang Huai smiled: "Good old-fashioned way."

Cong Shan said: "Most of the people who listen to the opera are retired old people, who come to reminisce about the time in the opera."

Jiang Huai said: "We put the cart before the horse, won't we have nothing to do when we get old?"

Cong Shan smiled: "When you are old, you will learn from young people. You will be full of dentures, and you will have sex when you are dizzy."

Jiang Huai cooperated with him in talking nonsense: "Young people give roses when they fall in love, and old people give crutches and dentures when they fall in love."

He always has some whimsical ideas that are not limited by his age, and Cong Shan can't help but laugh.

Jiang Huai talked about the excitement: "Then I will go to the square dance after I retire, and compete with the aunts for handsome old men."

Cong Shan laughed.He took the red envelope on the table, opened it, put in a hundred-yuan bill, and said, "I'll also give Lawyer Jiang a red envelope of kindness and fate. See you at the Gathering Square."

Jiang Huai deliberately refused: "I don't want a red envelope, it's too tacky, I want a big white goose."

Cong Shan smiled, took out the banknotes, folded them into orange jades deftly, and sealed them in a red envelope.

"I wonder if this big white goose is enough?"

Seeing the goose's eyes open, Jiang Huai didn't shirk it, and took it happily.

The good show started, and the gongs and drums were loud.

Daomadan walked to the center of the stage to make an appearance, and his heroic singing voice won the house applause.

Immediately afterwards, Xiaosheng and Laodan came to the stage one after another, singing a babble.

Jiang Huai flipped through the opera lyrics book in his hand, and there were scrolling subtitles on both sides of the stage, he half understood.

Scholars abandon their wives and sons in order to obtain fame and fame, and their wives and daughters disguise themselves as men, defending their families and defending the country, and finding their own lovers on the battlefield.

It's not the traditional sense that a man and a woman agree with each other, but Jiang Huai likes it very much.

Daomadan's libretto is very literary, and there is a line "I don't care about the hardship of the people's livelihood, so I don't care when the children's love and hatred will end". Jiang Huai has never heard it, and thinks it is very interesting.

The author is a man of great wisdom.

Jiang Huai put down the playbook and listened quietly. The lyrics and music cannot be interpreted, so one has to savor them slowly.

Cong Shan sat beside him, and the two had a tacit understanding without speaking.

The lights and shadows on the stage flowed, and Jiang Huai felt his body light and light, as if he was in a dream.

Everything in front of him seemed to be covered with a layer of warm soft light, which blurred his sight and mood.The world's vicissitudes, joys and sorrows, are all condensed in the rhythmic singing.As soon as the play was over, he had a ridiculous life, the feeling of waking up from a big dream.

In the play, they finally get married, and the love outside the play is secretly born.

In and out of the play, he couldn't tell the difference for a while.

At the end of the play, Jiang Huai said to Cong Shan, "This is more interesting than ordinary love."

Cong Shan said: "Attorney Jiang is very touched."

Jiang Huai said: "Since ancient times, men have thrown away their wives and remarried. This is the first time a woman has divorced her husband and remarried."

Cong Shan said: "This author is not pedantic, and has written a good play."

Jiang Huai said: "So the two people in the play agree with each other."

Jiang Huai was a little envious, the words of the play were so sweet in his heart, he couldn't help laughing when he thought about it, showing a pair of round and small dimples.

When Cong Shan saw it, he couldn't move his eyes.

Leaving the theater, Cong Shan took Jiang Huai for a stroll.

Jiang Huai asked him, "Where are we going?"

Cong Shan said: "Lawyer Jiang's happy house."

Jiang Huai was puzzled, and Cong Shan led him forward.

Cheng Yusheng wobbled behind them.

There are vendors on the roadside selling lotus flowers, lotus leaves and fresh lotus pods, and some people sell fried nuts.Cong Shan bought lotus flowers and lotus leaves, worried that Jiang Huai would get angry from eating too many peanuts, so he bought two lotus pods for Jiang Huai to let him play while eating.

The lotus seeds are cool and slightly astringent, and Jiang Huai eats them happily in summer to clear the heart and relieve internal heat.

They strolled all the way to the flower and bird market, Cong Shan took Jiang Huai around two small alleys and walked into an open-air flower shop.

Jiang Huai was fascinated by the flowers, and greedily wanted to see them all.

Some flowers he knows, some flowers he does not know.The unknown flower grows exquisitely and uniquely, with slender green leaves, curved flower branches, slender orange petals ready to fly, and pointed calyx like a bird's beak.

He asked Cong Shan: "What kind of flower is this?"

Cong Shan said, "Bird of Paradise."

Jiang Huai sighed sincerely: "It's so beautiful."

Cong Shan looked at Jiang Huai, pointed out something, and said, "The bird of paradise is evergreen all the year round, which means a good marriage for a hundred years. It is more reliable than mandarin ducks, and everyone in this city likes it."

Beautiful flowers have beautiful meanings, and Jiang Huai feels that he loves them even more.

Cong Shan took advantage of the opportunity to invite him: "Next time we go to Nanshan Botanical Garden, the mountains will be full of birds of paradise. There are many varieties, including purple, white, and blue and green. The flowers are thick and look like macaws."

Jiang Huai felt that Cong Shan was really ambitious, and before the end of this visit, he made an appointment for the next one, always catching his appetite.

But he was so moved that he couldn't help agreeing, wanting to have fun with Cong Shan.

During the conversation, the boss came out from the room to entertain them.

The florist is a young girl.Cong Shan said he wanted to buy flowers, and she dutifully introduced them to him.

After looking at all the flowers in the store, the boss asked Cong Shan, "Have you decided what flowers to buy, sir?"

Cong Shan wanted to ask Jiang Huai, but found that there was no one around him.He turned his head and saw Jiang Huai squatting in front of a pot of gardenias, sniffing carefully.

Orange jade was born beside him, bit by bit, pecking at the soil at his feet.

Jiang Huai noticed Cong Shan's gaze, turned his head, felt a little embarrassed, and gave him a shy smile.

His smile is clean, and the sun is dancing on the tips of his hair, which is better than the summer in the garden.

Cong Shan looked at his smile, and felt a warm feeling in his heart for a moment.

He said to the boss: "Just buy that pot of gardenias."

Jiang Huai walked up to him and was pleasantly surprised to find that Cong Shan had bought the pot of gardenias.

He said: "What a coincidence, Dr. Cong also likes gardenias."

Cong Shan said: "Unfortunately, it's because Lawyer Jiang likes it."

His words were straightforward and bold, Jiang Huai's heart beat like a drum, he stared blankly at Cong Shan, speechless.

Cong Shan said: "It's called Shihua, but it's really treating people. Lawyer Jiang loves the house and Wu, and will definitely come back and forth often."

Cong Shan said: "If I'm not here, Lawyer Jiang can sit with the flowers for a while. I will take good care of them. They bloom at the right time and bloom very warmly."

Cong Shan said, "It's like I'm with you."