Four Seasons Three Meals

The next day, Cong Shan got up late and Jiang Huai went on strike.

They lay on the bed, looking at the hollowed-out window screens and the patterns of galloping horses, which were gently moved by the wind, like waves blowing the mountains behind the clouds.

Jiang Huai was dazed for a while, then woke up, and wanted to get out of bed, but was trapped in Cong Shan's arms, hugged for a while, and went to wash up together.

After the two washed up, they both hugged each other lazily, and nestled on the bed again, whispering.

Jiang Huai is clingy, he wants to drink juice, but he doesn't want to let Cong Shan go.

Jiang Huai said cheekily, "I'm the King of the Mountain now. If Dr. Cong puts it nicely, I'll take it as a road fortune."

Cong Shan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and coaxed him: "Huaibao, let me go."

Jiang Huai said: "That won't work, you have to beg me, beat my legs and rub my shoulders."

Cong Shan said: "Huaibao, you are very involved in the drama."

Jiang Huai didn't care, he hugged Cong Shan's waist and didn't let go.

Cong Shan simply lay down again, pressed Jiang Huai under his body, and carefully looked at his magnificent eyebrows and eyes.

Cong Shan said: "Huaibao, I'll take you to drink Tangzhanmei tonight."

Jiang Huai asked: "What is that?"

Cong Shan said: "Plum blossom buds are small. Pick them off and seal them with beeswax. When you want to drink, soak them in boiling water. It's a sweet scented tea."

Jiang Huai's heart was moved, and he asked again: "This is for the evening, what are we going to do in the afternoon?"

Cong Shan said: "Take you to the playground, do you want to go?"

Jiang Huai said: "Do you have a list in your mind, 360 days a year, and there are corresponding things to eat and play every day?"

Cong Shan smiled and said, "Almost, does Huai Bao like it?"

Jiang Huai thought for a while and said, "I'm quite blessed."

He liked it very much and was very satisfied. He raised his head, kissed Cong Shan's face, and said, "I approve you to squeeze the juice."

Cong Shan smiled, being tickled by him, lowered his head and kissed him, and went to squeeze the juice for him.

They ate a little at noon, and at three or four in the afternoon, they procrastinated to go to the playground.

On weekdays, there were not many people in the playground, only a few sporadic staff who were about to get off work. Jiang Huai was thin-skinned and dared not go in, so he dragged Cong Shan to the video game city on the side.

The video game city is very luxurious. The first floor is a game hall, with everything from racing cars to shooting games.

Jiang Huai came here for the first time, and everything he saw was very fresh.

Cong Shan went to the front desk to exchange dozens of game coins, packed them heavily in a small cloth bag, and handed them to Jiang Huai.

The small cloth bag jingled, and Jiang Huai felt a kind of abundant happiness.

They played it one by one, and there were still game coins left. Cong Shan asked Jiang Huai: "Huaibao, what else do you want to play?"

Jiang Huai thought for a while and said, "Why don't you catch the doll?"

Cong Shan smiled, thinking that this is a game full of love.

He took Jiang Huai around and stopped in front of Jiang Huai's favorite Kung Fu Panda.

Cong Shan said, "That's it."

Jiang Huai looked at the position of the doll, then quickly mobilized the statistical knowledge he had learned recently in his brain, calculated the answer, and felt that the probability of success was very small.

He said tactfully: "Actually, I like Tinker Bell and Bald Qiang..."

The most important thing is that these two dolls are in conspicuous positions, and they are waiting for someone to take them home with their buttocks up, so it is easy to start.

Cong Shan didn't speak, and slowly dropped the game coins. Electronic music played joyfully. He pressed it casually, and the flickering and blurry turntable stopped, and the Kung Fu Panda that Jiang Huai liked fell off with a "plop".

Jiang Huai was dumbfounded.

Cong Shan smiled and said, "The last time I played this game, I was still a junior high school student. Time flies."

Jiang Huai smiled, hugged the big Abao, and said, "You are amazing!"

Cong Shan asked, "Do you want to send it for dry cleaning?"

Jiang Huai said, "Why?"

Cong Shan said: "In the future, when I go on a business trip, it will sleep with you."

Jiang Huai said: "I'm not that naive, and besides, there's Cheng Yusheng at home...I'll wash it myself."

Cong Shan smiled, the game coins he bought hadn't been used up yet, so he took Jiang Huai to clean up the small claw machines.

Jiang Huai watched him empty out a claw machine, adoring him very much.

They went crazy in the video game city all afternoon, and Cong Shan took Jiang Huai to dinner.

Jiang Huai was thinking about Cong Shan's "tangzhanmei" and ordered a whole plum feast.

The tea was served quickly, a green and clear cup with a few amber tea balls in it, boiled water was poured into it, and it turned into a crystal clear and yellowed tea soup, and a few plum blossoms that were just blooming, faintly, with honey aroma.

Jiang Huai saw it so novel that he couldn't bear to drink it.

After a while, the staple food was served, which was a plum blossom soup cake.

The waiter serving the food is responsible for explaining to them.Wash and mince the plum blossoms first, then fry them with sandalwood, mix them with powdered plum blossoms and flour to make wonton skin, then use a plum blossom-shaped mold to chisel plum blossom-shaped slices on the skin, and finally place the plum blossom-shaped thin slices in a container. Seasoned chicken soup is cooked, and the soup bowl is a plum soup cake.

Jiang Huai took a sip, and the fragrance of plum blossoms exuded from the tumult of sandalwood, coupled with the deliciousness of chicken soup, made it unforgettable.

Jiang Huai put down the spoon, eyes sparkling, and sighed: "I'm so happy."

Cong Shan thinks that he is a child who can be easily cheered up.

Jiang Huai learned from the emoji: "What surprises do you have that I don't know?"

Unexpectedly, Cong Shan answered, "Have you read the things I brought back?"

Jiang Huai shook his head.The two of them spent the whole day on the bed, and he didn't have time to clean up.

Cong Shan smiled and said, "It's okay, I took it out."

Jiang Huai was curious and asked him what it was.

Cong Shan tricked him into guessing.

Jiang Huai thought for a while and asked him, "Share transfer letter?"

Cong Shan shook his head.

Jiang Huai thought about it again, and asked him, "Then... licorice slices?"

Cong Shan still shook his head.

Jiang Huai continued to think, but for some reason, his face suddenly turned pale.

He said, "You don't...have a terminal illness, do you?"

Cong Shan laughed.

Jiang Huai said again: "Or...we are actually brothers?"

Cong Shan laughed uncontrollably, and said, "Huaibao, how many soap operas have you watched behind my back?"

Jiang Huai pursed his mouth, but let down his hanging heart.

Cong Shan took out the music box, wound it fully, and placed it in front of his eyes.

Jiang Huai looked down.

A box with a red and black lacquer pattern was opened on the table. Accompanied by the melody, four or five small golden copper birds rose one by one and flapped their wings up and down.

Six or seven delicate roses bloomed in rotation, and the most beautiful one spit out a golden bee.

The little bee flapped its transparent metal wings, buzzing, and it was extremely delicate.

Jiang Huai was completely attracted.

Cong Shan said: "This is an old thing, and it cannot be bought in the market."

He asked, "Then where did you get it?"

Cong Shan said, "I got it by accident when I was on a business trip."

What he didn't tell Jiang Huai was that some collectors wanted to buy it at a high price, but he didn't agree.

Jiang Huai was very happy, couldn't put it down, and was a little moved.

He asked Cong Shan: "Do you like me very much?"

After asking, I felt shameless and affectionate.

Cong Shan smiled and said, "You tell yourself."

Jiang Huai shamelessly said, "I think so."

Cong Shan said, "Then you are right."

Jiang Huai was very happy.

He said: "What a coincidence, I like you very much, too, to death."

Cong Shan felt soft in his heart, leaned over and kissed his forehead, and was happy with him.

At night, when I got home, Jiang Huai was very excited and had a little sleep disorder. He hugged his Kung Fu Panda, stared at Congshan, and didn't sleep.

Cong Shan asked: "Can't sleep?"

Jiang Huai let out a "hmm".

He got up and went to the kitchen to brew a cup of Chrysanthemum, which could soothe his nerves.

Jiang Huai took a few sips and said, "This teacup is very beautiful."

The teacup is made of thin blue glaze, painted with snow-white apricot blossoms, which he has vaguely seen somewhere.

Cong Shan said, "It's from the museum."

He kissed Jiang Huai's forehead and said, "Go to bed early."

Jiang Huai finished his tea and lay down, still very awake.

Cong Shan took him into his arms and stroked his back, gently as if comforting a cat.

He asked: "Which class is the most difficult to listen to when you are studying?"

His voice is deep, especially in the dark.It makes people think that besides the body, there is something like the soul.

Jiang Huai replied: "Mathematics."

Cong Shan gave a "hmm" and said, "Odds change and evens remain the same, the symbols look at the quadrant."

Jiang Huai burst into laughter and said, "You must have been good at math when you were studying."

Cong Shan said: "When I was in college, mathematics was my second degree."

Jiang Huai let out a "wow", his eyes sparkled.

Jiang Huai asked, "Why do you want to learn mathematics?"

Cong Shan said: "At that time, I was young and energetic, and I always felt that I would learn more so that I would not be bullied."

Jiang Huai felt distressed when he thought of the large bookcases in his study.

Cong Shan said: "Huaibao, after you learn it, we can model and play at home when we have nothing to do."

Who has nothing to do with econometric modeling?Jiang Huai felt that he was addicted to being a teacher.

Jiang Huai remembered another thing and said, "I bought all the tutorial books you listed for me."

Cong Shan gave a "hmm" and said, "They are all very introductory books, just read and play."

Jiang Huai thought of the books piled up in the study, eight textbooks, eight tutorials, a total of sixteen books.

If you're just getting started, it's only a few million words...

He said: "If I had another life, I would neither be a lawyer nor an economist."

Cong Shan asked him, "Then what are you going to do?"

Jiang Huai thought about it and said, "I didn't think about it."

He added: "But I think you are a fairy, you can be a saint... I thought, if you become a saint, I can be the iron horse wind chime in your temple, how about watching the wind and rain with you?"

But Cong Shan said: "Huaibao, if I really become a saint, then you will come and be a little sparrow in my temple, and you will eat ready-made tributes every day, so you don't have to starve or suffer from cold."

Jiang Huai nodded, it's a good deal to be a little sparrow in exchange for a clump of mountains.

They chatted for a while, Cong Shan turned on the bedside lamp and read to him.

He read Galois' group theory, the English version, with a steady tone like reading news.

The more Jiang Huai wanted to hear the details, the more sleepy he became.

Probably the eyelids first strike, followed by the consciousness and the mind. Jiang Huai was about to fall asleep, but he really fell asleep.

At the moment when his consciousness was hazy, he knew that he was addicted, and he did it voluntarily.