Four Seasons Three Meals

After the Mid-Autumn Festival is the National Day, and there is a week-long holiday, he asks Shangchen to come out to play.

Shang Chen looked a little sad, but also a little radiant, very contradictory, which aroused Jiang Huai's curiosity.

When they were eating, Shang Chen got straight to the point.

"Cheng Yang and I plan to start our own business."

Jiang Huai remembered the birthday party of Mr. Cong a few months ago, which Cong Shan's aunt had mentioned.

He nodded and said, "That's a good thing."

Mrs. Cheng is arbitrary, Shang Chen can bear it for a while, but can't bear it forever, the conflict between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will be irreconcilable sooner or later.

Shang Chen sighed, and said, "The bad thing is my mother-in-law, Cheng Yang's mother-in-law."

Jiang Huai took a sip of tea and listened to him continue.

"She is holding someone in her hand, and no one in Chengyang can take her away. We are now bare commanders."

Jiang Huai put down his teacup and asked him, "Then what are you going to do?"

"What else can I do? I can only ask my friends for help," Shang Chen looked at Jiang Huai, "Speaking of which, do you want to come? We happen to be short of a legal officer. You usually get a job and get a salary for nothing."

Jiang Huai was a little moved, and he didn't agree, but he didn't refuse either.

Shang Chen continued to encourage him: "We happen to be short of a shareholder, so you call Cong Shan over here, we don't talk about each other as a family."

Shang Chen didn't understand the inside story, thinking that Cong Shan was just an unpopular young master with a lot of spare cash in his hands.What's more, this remark was mostly a joke, Jiang Huai joked a few words with him, but didn't take it to heart.

In the afternoon, they went shopping, Shang Chen was used to being the young master, and bought a bunch of luxury goods, Jiang Huai helped him carry them.

Shang Chen said, "Would you like to buy some? Auntie of the Cong family sees you as inferior, and often calls you poor in front of my mother-in-law."

Jiang Huai thought for a while, then shook his head, a bit reluctant.

Tired of shopping, they sat on the side of the road and watched the musical fountain on the square.The security guards came to chase people away, thinking that they would affect the appearance of the city.

Shang Chen said, "Sooner or later, we will buy this street."

These words sounded like nouveau riche, and the security guard couldn't help glaring at them.

Jiang Huai felt that he was too arrogant, so he covered his mouth and dragged him away.

The next day, Jiang Huai returned to Huaigang to visit Wang Xiumiao and Jiang Yan.

He didn't expect to meet Jiang Desheng, the two had a big fight and broke up unhappy.Jiang Huai didn't want to stay any longer, so he took the latest train and returned to Jiangcheng in the early morning.

When he got home, Cong Shan had already fallen asleep.

He sat lightly on the sofa, staring at the moonlight shining on the wooden floor, in a daze, his heart was in a mess, and he was a little stunned.

He fell asleep on the couch, had a nightmare, was startled, woke up, and saw light outside the window.

It rained all night, and the night clouds were pink.Jiang Huai touched his face, it felt cool, and then touched his forehead, it was burning hot.

He was top-heavy and groggy. As soon as he stood up, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground.

When Cong Shan came out, he was lying on the floor, talking nonsense, and his cheeks were abnormally red.

Cong Shan took a bath and changed clothes for him, put him on the bed, and covered him layer by layer with a big quilt.

Jiang Huai fell into a drowsy sleep. In his dream, people came and went, his parents divorced, his ex betrayed him, and no one wanted him. He stretched out his hand, trying to grab a vague figure from the back, and the tentacles were cool.

Someone outside the dream coaxed him softly: "Huaibao is obedient, let go of your hand, I will apply an ice pack to you."

Jiang Huai was in a daze, opened his eyes, saw Cong Shan's face, and wanted to cry for a moment.

Cong Shan saw his red eye circles, and knew that he had been wronged at home, and he could only humiliate himself when he came back.

He gently put the ice pack on Jiang Huai's forehead, and said in a low voice, "He's such a big man, he still falls asleep on the floor, and he doesn't even know he's caught a cold. Why is he so delicate?"

Jiang Huai's nose was sour, and he asked him hoarsely, "Why don't you go to work?"

Huichuntang is the brainchild of Cong Shan. He goes there every day, rain or shine, even holidays.

Cong Shan reached out to touch his hot cheek and said, "I'll stay with you at home."

Jiang Huai said, "I want to read."

Cong Shan said yes gently, rubbing his face gently with the back of his hand.Jiang Huai is a character who rolls in the grass roots and mud. He is pampered by the mountains and cannot be wronged.They have been together for so long, and Cong Shan follows him in everything.

Cong Shan coaxed him to drink the medicine, went to the study to get a picture book, sat on the bedside, opened it, and there was a bright red "Huaibao" on the title page.

He finished reading a page softly, but Jiang Huai thought of something else.

He asked Cong Shan: "Will you put money in the book as a bookmark? It's like bribing the land father-in-law?"

Cong Shan saw through his little thoughts and knew that he was still thinking about the coins he picked up at the farmhouse.

He smiled, without saying anything: "Huaibao, you go to the kitchen and wash the medicine bowl."

After Jiang Huai drank the medicine, he became more energetic and just got out of bed to move around.

Cong Shan watched him go out, took out two hundred yuan notes, and put them in the book.

When Jiang Huai came back from washing the dishes, he wrapped himself in a quilt and nestled in Cong Shan's arms, only showing his two hands.Cong Shan handed him the book and asked him to read it by himself.

Jiang Huai hummed, turned the pages slowly, turned a page, and stopped.

He cleared his throat and said to Cong Shan solemnly: "I want to drink juice."

Cong Shan Yinghao went out to squeeze juice for him, the door was left open, leaving a small gap, he could see Jiang Huai inside the door, but Jiang Huai couldn't see him outside the door.

Jiang Huai carefully folded up the money and stuffed it into the pillowcase.

Cong Shan suppressed a smile and went in with warm juice.

Jiang Huai felt guilty, his ears were red, he took the juice and drank it.

Cong Shan deliberately asked him: "Huaibao, did you do something bad without telling me?"

Jiang Huai flatly denied it: "No."

As he spoke, his eyes secretly looked at Congshan.

Cong Shan nodded, and the topic went back: "I'll hide some private money in the book next time, does Huaibao want dollars or pounds?"

Jiang Huai said shyly, "You're too polite, just put some yen in."

Cong Shan smiled and said, "200 yuan is not bad."

Jiang Huai was startled, vaguely felt that Cong Shan knew and was just playing with him, pretending to be confused on purpose.

Drink porridge for lunch, Jiang Huai took a nap after eating, woke up in the afternoon, the fever subsided, the headache didn't hurt, and he was in good spirits.

Cong Shan was worried about him, so he took him with him and brought him to Huichun Hall as a mascot.

Jiang Huai couldn't sit still, wandered around, wandered to the medicine cabinet, and ran into a young apprentice, A Yuan.

A Yuan was sitting on the high ladder, counting the herbs one by one.

Jiang Huai looked up at A Yuan's work, and remembered the heat-clearing medicine Cong Shan prescribed to him, which was a bit sweet, like sugar water for adults.

He asked A Yuan: "Are there any medicinal materials that are sweet?"

A Yuan thought for a while, and said seriously: "Stevia and licorice are very useful for coaxing children to drink medicine."

Jiang Huai had seen stevia and asked A Yuan, "What does licorice look like?"

A Yuan said: "The skin is brown, and the inside is beige, shriveled small pieces."

Jiang Huai thought about it, but couldn't imagine it.

A Yuan said, "Here, the grid in front of you is licorice."

Hearing this, Jiang Huai gently opened the drawer, took out a piece, put it under his nose and smelled it.

A strange herbaceous fragrance.

He quietly put it in his mouth, chewed it, it was sweet and tasted good.

He looked at A Yuan, and found that A Yuan didn't look at him, so he secretly put a handful in his pocket as a snack, and happily went back to the consultation room.

Cong Shan asked him, "Where have you been?"

Jiang Huai said: "Go and follow A Yuan to identify medicinal materials."

Cong Shan looked at him, said nothing, and continued to work.

Jiang Huai hid behind the potted plant, eating happily.

He had a cold, and his mouth was bitter. He finished eating the licorice tablets soon, and he still wanted to get them.

Cong Shan asked him, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Huai opened his eyes and said nonsense: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Cong Shan nodded, Jiang Huai slipped out, walked to the pharmacy, took another handful while A Yuan was not paying attention.

After a while, he wanted to go out again, but before Cong Shan asked, he said, "I'm going to play in the yard."

Cong Shan nodded and let him go out, and he came back soon with a smile on his face.

After a while, as soon as he stood up, Cong Shan said, "Huaibao, if you steal it again, the licorice will be gone."

Jiang Huai was punctured by him on the spot, a little embarrassed, and stood there with his hands behind his back, like a primary school student who did something wrong.

Cong Shan said: "Ah Yuan has worked hard to tidy up the medicine cabinet, so don't make trouble."

Jiang Huai pouted, feeling sorry.

Cong Shan coaxed him: "The medicine is three-point poisonous, I'll get you osmanthus cake, okay?"

Jiang Huai thought about it, felt tired, shook his head, said "not good", and ran to the yard to play.

In the evening, Cong Shan got off work and went to the yard to look for Jiang Huai.

Jiang Huai turned his head three times at every step, thinking of licorice in his heart, like a mandarin duck beaten with a stick.

When they got into the car, Cong Shan said, "Huaibao, help me get something."

Jiang Huai nodded, followed Cong Shan's instructions, opened the drawer in front of him, and found a delicate and small enamel sugar bowl.

He picked it up and asked Cong Shan happily: "Is it for me?"

Cong Shan nodded, Jiang Huai couldn't wait to open it, took one, and put it in his palm.

The sugar body is black, a little soft in the hand, and its appearance is not good.

Put Jiang Huai in his mouth and taste it slowly, the sweetness is salty and sour, eating like dried plums, quenching thirst and promoting body fluids.

Cong Shan said, "This is licorice candy. It tastes better than licorice. Huaibao, when you catch a cold and get hungry, eat this to relieve boredom."

Jiang Huai was self-willed and in a bad mood when he caught a cold. Cong Shan noticed it, remembered it in his heart, and coaxed him exactly.

Jiang Huai understood and was a little moved.

He felt that he was a tyrant who was favored and proud, and Cong Shan was a dedicated courtier who worked hard every day and was responsible for making him happy.

He picked up a piece of candy and fed it to Cong Shan, watched him eat it, then leaned over and kissed Cong Shan lightly.

In the evening, after they finished their meal, Cong Shan drove Jiang Huai to the river for a walk.

The late autumn in Jiangcheng is not too cold, the green mountains and forests are endless, the street trees are golden sycamores, the palm-sized leaves fall to the ground, they are crunchy, Jiang Huai lightly stepped on them, making a clicking sound.

The orange-red sunset sank in the light and shadow of the river, and a gust of wind blew up. Cong Shan was afraid that Jiang Huai would be cold, so he wrapped a scarf around him tightly, revealing only a pair of bright eyes.

Looking at the mountains, these eyes bent into a crescent moon.

Cong Shan smiled, held his hand, and the two walked side by side.

He asked Jiang Huai: "Huaibao, you will recover from illness tomorrow, do you want to go out to play?"

Jiang Huai asked: "Don't you have to go to work?"

Cong Shan said, "I want to accompany you."

Jiang Huai thought for a while and said, "I want to go to the amusement park."

Inside he is a child who has not grown up, full of childlike dreams.

Cong Shan said yes, and planned to go back and make plans.

On a whim, Jiang Huai wanted to learn Jiangcheng dialect.

Cong Shan taught two simple sentences, but Jiang Huai couldn't tell the difference between flat and high, and imitated it in a strange way.

Cong Shan asked him: "Huaibao, do you have a big tongue?"

Jiang Huai refused: "Four is four, ten is ten, fourteen is fourteen, forty is forty."

Cong Shan smiled: "You have just been here for a few months, and you are still a baby. You will learn to speak at the age of one, and at the age of three, and in two or three years, you will naturally be able to speak."

Jiang Huai looked forward to it: "Really?"

Cong Shan said, "Really."

Jiang Huai was very happy, he had the illusion of being reborn, the bits and pieces of the first half of his life were over, he was a brand new self now.

Letting go of his knots, he was a little sleepy, hanging on Cong Shan and yawning.

Cong Shan rubbed his hair, took him home, and carried him to bed to sleep.