Four Seasons Three Meals

Two or three days later, Cong Shan came back.

Jiang Huai wove a blue-black scarf with distorted patterns. He thought it was doable and could not be improved, so he gave it to Cong Shan.

He said: "I have been choosing for a long time, and I think this pattern is the most suitable for you."

Cong Shan didn't refuse, and put it on around his neck.

A few days later, Cong Shan was reading a book in the living room, and saw Cheng Yusheng outside the floor-to-ceiling window, with the same scarf around his slender white neck, striding into the swimming pool, stepping on the water leisurely.

He belatedly realized that Jiang Huai only knew one pattern, and he was a little dumbfounded.

On Saturday, it was sunny after the rain, Cong Shan drove and took Jiang Huai to play on a mountain dozens of kilometers away.

The car stopped at the foot of the mountain, and Cong Shan took him to a cabin halfway up the mountain.Jiang Huai pushed open the door, everything in the house was half old, and there was a new smell of the forest after the rain.

Cong Shan ignited the wood stove with pine needles and made two cups of tea, which Jiang Huai held to warm his hands.

They came too early, and everything in the forest was still and bright.

Jiang Huai asked, "What are we here for?"

Cong Shan said, "We're here to visit a friend."

Jiang Huai asked, "Where is he?"

Cong Shan said: "In the temple on the top of the mountain, but it's still early, we can go see the deer first."

Jiang Huai smiled, nodded and said yes, a little impatient.

Cong Shan made black tea with milk, added a little sugar, poured it into a cup, and put the cup on the sleeve.

The cup sleeve was woven by Jiang Huai at home. It was red and green in color and had a long rope. Cong Shan hung it around Jiang Huai's neck to keep his hands from freezing.

The two walked out of the wooden house and walked in the forest holding hands. Cong Shan taught Jiang Huai to recognize poisonous mushrooms.

After a while, Cong Shan said, "The herd of deer is here."

Jiang Huai saw four or five wild deer walking by under the chestnut forest hundreds of meters away.With such a light posture, he saw the two of them, stopped for a moment, and disappeared into the bushes unhurriedly.

Such a beautiful creature, with compassion in his eyes, Jiang Huai held his breath.

Cong Shan kept looking at Jiang Huai. He remembered that when we first met, Jiang Huai's eyes were as bright as a deer, but now they were a little darker, but in this primitive forest area, his eyes were shining again.

Cong Shan likes the pure part of him, as if surrounded by brilliance, and doesn't want him to fall into the caressing world.

They walked to a field of wild flowers with bright yellow pistils. Jiang Huai was about to try whether the petals could be eaten. The weather was gloomy, and it rained soon, with hail mixed in. The two hurried back to the hut.

Ice particles hit the roof, making loud noises, and the rain is heavy and urgent. I don’t know how the deer will avoid it, maybe hide in rocky caves

The two sat by the window and watched the rain by the fire. The burning wood had a sweet pine scent. Jiang Huai took a sip of black milk tea and asked Cong Shan to read to him.

Cong Shan Yinghao chose A Lai's "Dust Settled".

Jiang Huai heard him read the family history and love history of the stupid son of the Tibetan chieftain, and said domineeringly: "Don't listen to this paragraph."

Cong Shan smiled and asked, "Mrs. Cong, what do you want to hear?"

Jiang Huai said: "Listen to the details, like the distinctive fragrance of magnolia flowers, like the distinctive plum blossoms on deer."

Cong Shan said, "You're quite a picky eater."

Jiang Huai thought for a while, and said, "You think he was lying in the shade of a tree, and heard the dumb man who cut out his tongue speak again."

Cong Shan followed his heart, recited the miracles he liked, and recited the blue sky on the plateau in the long wind.

Jiang Huai's thoughts fluttered, he was a little stunned, and said softly: "There is only love in this world that is hard to tell."

Monkey King likes the tiger-skin jacket that Tang Seng sewed for him the most, because Tang Seng was the first to treat him as a human being.Lu Zhi would be shocked when he heard the Qiantang River tide, because it was too much like the roar of war drums when he was young.

The details that are too special will not be diluted by time, but will be revealed.

At noon, Cong Shan made pan-fried plum blossom meat with radish soup, while Jiang Huai watched from the sidelines.

The spices are all ready-made in the cabin, and the meat is bought in the small town at the foot of the mountain.The kitchen utensils in the house were limited, and Congshan’s cooking methods became very rough. The pork was cut thickly, and the radishes were also cut into large pieces.

Jiang Huai ate a piece secretly, it was so hot that he gasped, but the taste was very delicious.

Cong Shan went outside and picked up a magnolia to put on a plate.Jiang Huai was very moved when he saw it.Cong Shan broke some more for him and tied them into a bunch for him.

Jiang Huai asked: "Will the flower growers settle accounts with us?"

Cong Shan said, "No."

Jiang Huai smiled, a little shyly, and said, "The landlord here is really nice."

Cong Shan smiled and said, "A few years ago I asked workers to plant it. We have property rights here. I showed you the land certificate and real estate certificate on the wedding day. Have you forgotten?"

Jiang Huai was stunned, and said, "I didn't look carefully."

Cong Shan flicked his forehead and said, "How can there be people who don't care about their own money?"

Jiang Huai snorted.

Cong Shan said, "Huaibao, are you a fool?"

"I'm not."

"It doesn't matter, I like both."

"Well……"

Jiang Huai blushed.

In the afternoon, the rain finally stopped, and the two of them took a walk to see the waterfall. One foot was deep and the other was shallow.

The mist covered the shadows of the fresh green trees, and there were some small fish and wild flowers in the gurgling stream.

The two walked to the mountain town along the water, and saw that the brook fish was fried and sold in bamboo baskets. They also sold matsutake and other mushrooms, which were very good mixed with tender tofu.

They bought some ingredients for dinner, and the seller wrapped the dried fish in banana leaves and straw ropes and handed them over.

Jiang Huai carried it and said, "It's really fun."

Cong Shan said, "We will come here often in the future."

Jiang Huai rejoiced at the warmth in his words, smiled slightly, and wanted to buy strings of magnolia flowers, straw woven grasshoppers, and bamboo hats.The tender bamboo shoots soaked in spring water and the newly brewed wine by the stone bridge are all very popular.

They walked up the mountain path to meet the friend who was missing in Congshan.

The temple is on the top of the mountain with jagged rocks, and it is foggy. Jiang Huai vaguely saw a plaque with the words "Faren Temple" written on it.

This is a small temple made of bluestone strips. I don’t know how many hundred years it has gone through. There is a square pond with clear water, and there are coral-red water lilies and coral-red carps, which are unusually small and rare species.

There was only one young novice monk in the temple, and Cong Shan asked him, "Where's your master?"

The little novice just saw the salute, and then said: "Master has gone out to collect folk songs."

Cong Shan asked again: "Then when will he come back?"

The little monk said, "I don't know where I'm going, and I don't know the way back."

This is very zen.After hearing this, Cong Shan smiled and said, "I'm really like 'the hermit seeker never meets'."

They didn't leave in a hurry, they walked around the temple, and Jiang Huai donated a little incense money.

Cong Shan asked him why, and Jiang Huai said, "Give virtue for me in the next life, and strive to become a sparrow as soon as possible, and then meet you."

Cong Shan smiled and asked him, "Then do you think it's useful?"

Jiang Huai thought for a while and said, "I think it will be useful when the money is in place."

Cong Shan smiled and donated a sum.

The two walked to the back of the temple and found a separate small courtyard with a small wooden shed inside, where some books were drying.

Jiang Huai took a look, and saw that there were some rare copies that were hard to find in this world.

He calculated in his heart that a small wooden shed was worth a courtyard house in the city center.

He asked Cong Shan: "Whose book is this?"

Cong Shan said, "Young master of the Cheng family."

Jiang Huai asked, "Who is he?"

Cong Shan said, "Master of the temple."

Jiang Huai gasped, feeling a little distressed when he thought of the incense money he had donated.

In the evening, after dinner, Jiang Huai sat on the floor listening to the radio and the music in the hoarse electric sound. Cong Shan handed him a bottle and turned off the light.

Jiang Huai saw countless streamers of light dancing in the glass bottle, which turned out to be light blue fireflies flickering.

Jiang Huai was pleasantly surprised: "Why are there fireflies in winter?"

Cong Shan said: "This is a firefly raised artificially in a greenhouse."

Jiang Huai didn't know how much he had spent preparing this bottle, keeping it from him and trying to make him happy just right.

He watched quietly for a while, and wanted to release the fireflies.

Cong Shan said yes, and opened the bottle for him.After a while, those scattered glimmers pierced the darkness and flew away.

Jiang Huai and them agreed to see each other in the next life, and the little sparrow and the firefly went to eat persimmons together, which can be regarded as a loop of fate in the past and present.

After washing up, Jiang Huai lay on the bed, chatting with Cong Shan.

There was the moon outside, and the blurred light and shadow could be seen through the window screen. Jiang Huai smelled a scent, faint and faint. He thought it was perfume. After smelling it for a while, he realized that it was the scent of magnolia flowers on his wrist.

Cong Shan held his wrist, put it to his lips and kissed it lightly.

Jiang Huai suddenly said: "In the next life, you have to follow the smell to find me."

Cong Shan said yes.

Jiang Huai also said that he will also go in this life, he will go wherever Congshan goes, in this life and in this life.

Cong Shan's heart lingered, no matter what he said was true or not.

He couldn't help being intimate with him, he needed his pleasure and wanted to please him.

He teased Jiang Huai, hugged him tightly, was rude and gentle, fast and slow, he knew that he would tolerate him, so he acted recklessly and never stopped.He bit Jiang Huai's ear lightly, called him Huai Bao, kissed his lips with the tip of his tongue lingering, not letting him breathe.

He grabbed Jiang Huai's hand, and Jiang Huai felt that Cong Shan had changed into a different person, someone so eager that he didn't know him.

Cong Shan simply stopped talking, when Jiang Huai was the cutest doll in the world, he vented his enthusiasm to his heart's content, some tenderness that could not be enjoyed to the fullest, some thoughtfulness that needed restraint were not in his consideration.

He likes Jiang Huai's affectionate and surprised eyes, he treats him as a good person and as a bad person, such a cute appearance makes him even more eager to try.

Until very late, his body still didn't leave his, pressing down on him brutally and tenderly.

In the middle of the night, the sky suddenly began to rain again, beating on the wood with a muffled sound.

Jiang Huai woke up, Cong Shan also woke up, and they got together to talk.

Jiang Huai asked: "Do you love me very much?"

Cong Shan said yes, and asked him back.

Jiang Huai replied: "Okay."

Cong Shan smiled and said, "Still confused? The answer is not what you asked."

Jiang Huai blinked, regained consciousness a bit, and asked, "What?"

Cong Shan stopped talking, kissed his neck, and listened to his sleepiness.

Cong Shan coaxed him and said, "Let's just play for a while."

Ye Yulinlin, they played for a long time.

The next day, the rain stopped and the weather was foggy. They drove home with a lot of things in the car, including rice wine, mushrooms, young bamboo shoots, small fish, pebbles, and a large handful of magnolias...

Jiang Huai was reluctant to let go, thinking that everything in the mountain was very cute, so he asked Cong Shan, "When will you come back next time?"

Cong Shan smiled and said, "Come here when you have time, and bring orange jade."