Four Seasons Three Meals

On Saturday, Jiang Huai got up early and stood on the terrace to water the flower stand.

Cong Shan was not at home, and the prepared breakfast was on the table without post-it notes.

He is a little unaccustomed, because he is used to being with Cong Shan.When he was with Cong Shan, there was nothing special, but he could always forget the trivialities of life.

After breakfast, he went to the balcony to look for Cheng Yusheng, only to find that Cheng Yusheng was not there, only a few feathers floating in the swimming pool.

Jiang Huai was puzzled, and searched everywhere in the house, searching every nook and cranny, but found nothing.

It happened that Cong Shan called him, concerned about whether he had breakfast.

Jiang Huai said with a listless tone, "I did something wrong."

Cong Shan asked: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Huai said, "I lost Cheng Yusheng."

Cong Shan said: "I forgot to tell you, I brought Cheng Yusheng out."

Jiang Huai breathed a sigh of relief on the phone.

Cong Shan said: "There is an uncle who likes Cheng Yusheng. I will bring him to meet him."

Jiang Huai asked: "Then have you seen it?"

Cong Shan said: "Uncle Shi went out to collect folk songs, I will visit again tomorrow."

Jiang Huai let out an "oh".

Cong Shan said: "He has a hard-to-find copybook in his hand. I have a friend who likes it and wants to borrow it to have a look. This friend is involved in Cong Yue. I have something to ask for, so I can only do what he likes."

Jiang Huai thought about it, and Cong Shan asked Cheng Yusheng to sell his color for copybooks, and said, "Does this count as selling Cheng Yusheng?"

Cong Shan said: "It doesn't count, Uncle Shi's family has a precious goose, and she has a crush on Cheng Yusheng."

Jiang Huai smiled and said, "That's not enough?"

Cong Shan also laughed, and said, "In case I see you right, this is only a blind date arranged by the elders."

Jiang Huai laughed out loud on the phone.

In the evening, the two were reading in the study. Jiang Huai read it for a while, and when he got tired, he picked up the calendar on the table, flipped through it, and said, "Tomorrow is a good day, suitable for marriage, suitable for moving, suitable for soaking in hot springs, suitable for eat delicious food."

Cong Shan looked over: "Written on the calendar?"

Jiang Huai said solemnly: "I said so."

He unscrewed the pen cap and wrote "hot spring" and "food".

Cong Shan couldn't help laughing.

The calendar in Jiang Huai's mind is definitely not limited to offering sacrifices and bathing, it is probably all about eating, drinking and having fun.

After Jiang Huai finished writing, he walked to Cong Shan's side and said, "I want you to play with me tomorrow."

He looked up at the mountains, his eyes watery.

Cong Shan pinched his face and said, "Huaibao, tomorrow I finish drinking tea with that uncle, can you come pick me up?"

Jiang Huai asked: "You are so old, do you still need someone to pick you up?"

Cong Shan smiled and said, "Then that cute person doesn't want me to go out with him?"

Jiang Huai hummed, and said, "I'll ignore you, I'll go out and play by myself."

Cong Shan smiled, changed the subject, and said, "I dreamed about things in my previous life last night."

Jiang Huai knew that he was going to talk nonsense again, but couldn't help but follow him and ask, "What did you dream about?"

Cong Shan said: "I dreamed that I became a stone man, unable to move, and could only stand in the Confucian temple in heavy wind and snow."

Jiang Huai felt a little sad, and asked, "What about later?"

Cong Shan said: "Later, I don't know which dynasty and generation of Guozijian sacrificed wine and went to the Confucius Temple to worship Confucius. They said that I am a stone that has become a spirit, and I can stretch out my feet to trip people and wrestle. He suffered a lot last year. This year, I must be punished." move away."

Jiang Huai asked: "Did you really trip over him before?"

Cong Shan smiled and said, "How could it be? If I could move, I would have left early. Who would stand in the yard as punishment?"

Jiang Huai smiled and said "um", and asked, "What happened next? Where did he move you?"

Cong Shan paused and said, "There are two powerful students under the gate of Guozijian. According to his wishes, they chained me up and threw me into the well of the Confucius Temple. I am in critical condition. A little sparrow Flying over with a large group of sparrows, they fiercely pecked at the two students, trying their best to blind them, and drove them away. The little sparrow saved me, stood on my shoulder, domineeringly Said, he fulfilled his promise and came to pick me up..."

Jiang Huai was dumbfounded.

Cong Shan smiled and asked, "Will the little sparrow come to pick me up tomorrow?"

Jiang Huai recovered for a long time, smiled and said yes.

Cong Shan can always think of weird words to subdue him.

The next morning, Jiang Huai slept late and took the bus to pick up Congshan.

The road passes through a winding foothill road, and the flowers and trees reflect the glass windows.

The car slowly descended the slope, skimmed the red-brown wall of the art academy, and returned to the noisy market.

Jiang Huai got off at the station and walked for a while. When he arrived at the agreed place, Cong Shan was already waiting for him.

Cong Shan took his hand and said, "I saw a pleasing baby from a distance, and I thought it belonged to someone else, but it turned out to belong to my family."

Jiang Huai smiled, seeing that Cheng Yusheng was not with him, and asked, "Have you got Uncle Shi's copybook yet?"

Cong Shan shook his head and said, "I left Cheng Yusheng behind, and didn't take the copybook."

Jiang Huai didn't understand.

Cong Shan said: "Uncle Shi's tea is good tea, but there is only that copybook. If you look at it horizontally or vertically, there is always something unpleasant."

Jiang Huai asked: "Are you worried?"

Cong Shan said: "For the sake of safety, I still gave up."

Jiang Huai smiled slightly and said nothing more. He took Cong Shan's arm and the two walked along the old stone road by the river.

Jiang Huai talked about the scenery on the way here by car.

Cong Shan said: "In winter, it is desolate and gloomy, and there are many strange stories."

Jiang Huai was a little surprised and asked, "What strange talk?"

Cong Shan said: "The little sparrow has become a spirit, which can make the stubborn stone nod."

Jiang Huai smiled.

The two walked past a towering ancient tree, under which there was a statue of Avalokitesvara, with a jade body on a lotus seat and surrounded by fragrant flowers.

The deep fragrance of sandalwood and the light green smoke rise to the front of Avalokitesvara, and there is a quiet look in the mist, without revealing sorrow or joy.

Jiang Huai thought, this Guanyin came by coincidence.

Even Avalokitesvara, who manages everything every day, might be able to inspect his wishes.

He chatted a few words with Guanyin silently in his heart.

Cong Shan looked at him and asked with a smile, "Huaibao, what greedy words did you say to Guanyin?"

Jiang Huai smiled and didn't speak.

He stopped asking.

The two walked to the bridge, and there was a man with a white beard under the bridge, with a musical instrument in his arms, not like a pipa, nor like a yueqin, but like a half-faced gourd.

The wood is faded and white, and has not been painted. A few short strings make a nice tune.

There was another man who cleaned the water plants, and in a small boat, dangled in the green water, crossed the small bridge, and passed the stage.

The two of them went to the bridge and took a closer look at the ancient buildings. They couldn't tell if it was a borrowed scene or a symbol. Everything was appropriate and the atmosphere was very quiet.

The two of them had finished their shopping, the car parked nearby, Cong Shan drove, Jiang Huai got into the car, thinking that the little sparrow had finally completed the task.

In the twelfth lunar month, Jiang Huai had a holiday, and spent every day reading idle books on the sofa, eating apples and pears, and occasionally going to the balcony to listen to the fireworks.

Cong Shan was busy and had to socialize everywhere, so he smiled and said, "Huaibao, you are more casual than me."

Jiang Huai tied his tie, and then went to cut the fruit plate. The apples were cut into small pieces, and the pears were whole, peeled and placed on the side.

Cong Shan stopped him: "Huaibao, you forgot to cut your pear."

Jiang Huai glared at him, pressed his index finger on his lips, let out a "hush", and then "Bah, bah, bah" three times.

After a while, he came back after washing his hands, walked up to Cong Shan, and whispered, "Pears cannot be divided, do you understand?"

Congshan is unknown.

Jiang Huai said: "I haven't made glutinous rice balls yet, the Stove Lord didn't keep his mouth shut, and he would talk nonsense."

He hooked Cong Shan's little finger and shook it lightly: "It's almost a new year, and I still want to be with you."

Cong Shan smiled and kissed him, thinking that he became much cuter after getting married.

In the evening, Cong Shan brought back a large globe with a wire plug and said it could be used as a desk lamp.

Jiang Huai connected the globe to the socket, and the transparent blue globe lit up, and there was a pile of money inside, including dollars and pounds.

Jiang Huai was stunned, and asked, "Real money?"

Cong Shan smiled and asked, "Is it fun? Didn't you ask me to put dollars and pounds last time?"

Jiang Huai regained his composure for a long time and said, "Don't be so polite next time, just put some Zimbabwean coins in."

Cong Shan smiled and said, "You can't be too stingy with lucky money."

Jiang Huai hugged the globe, trying to find a place to hide it.

This piggy bank is really chic.

Cong Shan watched him toss, and felt that Jiang Huai was like a squirrel in a certain way.

Hidden photo albums before, now hide things he gave him.

On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, they made Tanggua dip at home.

Maltose is bought in advance, poured into a pot and boiled over medium heat to form a thick sugar ball, then poured on a chopping board covered with sweet milk powder and kneaded.

After kneading, the sugar balls should be stretched into long strips. Jiang Huai followed Cong Shan to make trouble, put on gloves, and wanted to use the sugar balls to tug of war.

Afraid that he would burn him, Cong Shan asked him to watch a movie in the living room, but Jiang Huai wanted to play checkers.

Cong Shan found out the chessboard and said solemnly, "Huai Bao, you can't capture pieces in checkers, you know that?"

Jiang Huai said "hmm".

Cong Shan added: "Draughts can't be played as flying chess."

Jiang Huai smiled lightly, feeling that Cong Shan had clearly figured out his tricks.

Cong Shan said: "The loser can't disturb the winner's work."

Jiang Huai responded, and the battle officially began.They chased and intercepted each other, stumbling each other, and a round could last for a long time.

Jiang Huai said: "I feel like we can play until the day we grow old together."

Just after Jiang Huai finished speaking, Cong Shan suddenly put him together, and all the checkers went home, which surprised Jiang Huai.

Cong Shan said: "Huaibao, I am willing to accept the bet."

Jiang Huai was dumbfounded, and suddenly realized that Cong Shan had deliberately released water in the first half of the game, to tease him and let him not lose too quickly.

He looked up at Congshan, Xingshi asked, "Why did you lie to me?"

Cong Shan said, "How did I lie to you?"

Jiang Huai made trouble out of no reason: "You lied to my time."

Cong Shan said, "Huaibao, you asked me to play chess."

Jiang Huai thought for a while, then said, "Then why did you put water on me again?"

Cong Shan smiled, hugged Jiang Huai and sat on the sofa, spread his palm, and wrote a word.

"Huaibao, look, the word 'Cong', two people side by side. You are so stupid, I can only cooperate with you."

Furious, Jiang Huai held his finger, leaving a small tooth mark mercilessly.

At night, when the two were lying in bed, Cong Shan answered a phone call.

He played it outside, Jiang Huai could hear the chat, a little surprised, said: "The copybook you are looking for is Wen Zhengming's "Qing Jing Jing"?"

Cong Shan said yes.

Jiang Huai suddenly smiled and said, "What a coincidence."

Cong Shan looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Jiang Huai said: "It seems that the Avalokitesvara has come true."

Cong Shan was even more puzzled.

Jiang Huai said: "My teacher's wife likes to practice calligraphy. She has a private collection of copybooks, which is also called "Qing Jing Jing."