Xinke

Since the sun was hanging in the sky at noon, Lin Xiao stood alone at the entrance of the village with his feet up, waiting for Master Yanxiao.

The hot sunlight leaked from the branches of the tree, creating spots of light on the ground.

It showed Lin Xiao lazily leaning on a tree trunk, biting a grass, and staring at the forked path not far away.

Waiting left and right, my mouth is full of the taste of grass.The grass is green, and it is the decoction of grass and insects, but Lin Xiao didn't taste any taste, just passing time by coming and going.

"Lin Xiao!" A heavy and vague voice drifted over.

Lin Xiao couldn't help but "hey" back.

He stretched his neck and watched for a long time, but the collar was tightly twisted, as if trying to subdue a violent horse.

"Lin Xiao, ahem, I've been looking for you for a long time..." Lin Xiao lowered his head and finally saw the hand that was holding onto his clothes.

The slack lines round and round, like the ruts driven out by a carriage after the rain, are solidly engraved on that hand.

What a strong hand, Lin Xiao thought secretly, "Grandma Fan, you are still so strong and in good shape!"

The arched grandma finally raised her head slowly. The little silver bun on the back of her head was as bright as a phantom full moon sunk in the water.

"What do you want to give this time?" Lin Xiao stared at her small body.

"This." The old lady handed Lin Xiao the limp package in her hand that seemed to be about to swell.

Lin Xiao took the burden, sniffed deliberately, and asked, "Is it jujube cake or meat roll?"

"Yuqian'er's buns are stuffed with meat stuffing." The old woman was a little shy, and then knocked Lin Xiao on the head empty-handedly, "Stealing is not allowed on the road."

Lin Xiao nodded fiercely, "Yes! Last time, your little grandson came here to snatch it before I took it out!"

Hearing this sentence, the old lady smiled brightly, shaking like a chrysanthemum.She was relieved, and after a long time, she took out an old silk handkerchief from her sleeve, and put it tremblingly in the palm of her hand.The corners were carefully spread out, and there were many copper coins neatly arranged inside.

The old woman counted three and handed it to Lin Xiao, "Don't steal it!"

"Okay." Lin Xiao quickly accepted it.

Granny Fan's figure gradually got farther and smaller. At the end of the bright sun, like a big black cat, she shrank into the shadow of the alley under the brick eaves.

Granny Fan is also called "Grandma Rice". She turned out to be a well-known beautiful cook in Shuanglong Village, and her delicious dishes are unparalleled in the world.

The old people in Shuanglong Village, Shuanglong Town say that Grandma Fan’s sweat is made of sesame oil, and the rice and rice steamed by Grandma Fan are delicious, more moist and shiny than pearls, exquisite and clear, and the wine brewed by Grandma Fan can make a “boom” sound Drunk the birds of the sky.

When the old people in Shuanglong Village of Shuanglong Town talk about Grandma Fan, their stomachs will involuntarily growl.

It seems to be calling for such a good taste.

It's a pity that Granny Fan lost her husband at a young age. After that, Granny Fan's cooking always lacked a little flavor.

Less sweet, less salty.The sweetness is buried under the loess, and the saltyness is shed in tears.

Granny Fan brought up her handsome son by herself, and then anxiously sent him to a wealthy family in Shuanglong Town to become the door-in-law, and then eagerly hoped that his son would come back every month to take a look at her.

As time goes by, the years are like old rice that has been left overnight. It is cold and hard, and I am reluctant to throw it away, so I have to swallow it in my stomach to warm it.

How much of it is ups and downs, only self-knowledge.

"Hey..." Lin Xiao squeezed the three copper plates in his hand and sighed softly.

"There is business so soon, why are you sighing?"

"what?"

Lin Xiao turned his head and looked at Yan Xiao who had been standing under the tree and leaning on the trunk for some time.

Full of youthful vigor.

Under the rich shade of the trees, his red shirt looks like a fruit that has just fallen, full of vigor and vigor.

Lin Xiao couldn't help smiling lowly.

"It's late." Lin Xiao smiled at him, went forward again, stretched out a finger and lifted his chin, "I knew I should sleep first, let you wait."

"Hmph!" Young Master Xiaoyan opened his hand, and stared at him with a pair of black eyes angrily. "you dare!"

"How dare I? Am I not your trustee? Come on, I'll take the burden." Lin Xiao withdrew her hand, put it to her mouth and blew gently, then raised her hand, "Let's go!"

After walking for a while, he heard no footsteps behind him, so he couldn't help turning his head, but saw the young master Yanxiao squatting on the side of the road, watching a butterfly perched on a wild flower, silently.

He didn't dare to take a deep breath, he just watched quietly, reluctant to leave.

"The butterfly is an old caterpillar." Lin Xiao also squatted beside him, and said softly.

The sun shone on Yan Xiao's body, as if it had covered him with a thin film, and the things inside were always fresh and tender, as they were before.

It turned out that there was an emperor who went down to ask for the elixir of immortality, but it was a pity that he traveled westward on a crane and never looked back.

"what?"

"The butterfly, first of all, was bored by the cocoon for a long time, and only flew for such a season, but it has enjoyed the most beautiful time." Lin Xiao stretched out his fingers to pinch the butterfly's wings, and two big eyes flickered on its back. "Man, but he came into this world like the most precious treasure, and in the end, he will be thrown away like a burden."

Lin Xiao's hand was knocked off halfway.

"I... I don't think you are too heavy."

"Huh?" Lin Xiao was dumbfounded, tilted his head, and looked towards the place where the deep voice came from.

"Let's go~"

Mr. Xiaoyan stood up early, and with his snow-white boots, he kicked Lin Xiao's ass with a "dong".

Lin Xiao was soft-spoken, and he didn't ask what he said along the way.

Let alone when we get to Luoluo City.Fortunately, Lin Xiao didn't have a heavy burden on his back, so he let him dawdle first.

Young Master Xiaoyan is the same as coming out of the deep mountains and old forests for the first time, looking left and right, everything is new.I can't wait to pat the heads of the little donkeys who "da da" run past on the street, and even go to the incense powder stalls passing by to smell all kinds of fragrances.

"Scent of flowers." He sneezed a little and rubbed his nose, but he couldn't tell what kind of flower smell it was.

"Lin Xiao, look!" Young Master Yan withdrew his hand that had been lingering in the messy pile of silk flowers and red hairpins for a long time, and pointed at the rows of big-headed paper masks from a distance.

Rats, big cows, tigers, rabbits, dragons, snakes, horses and sheep, monkeys on trees, yellow dogs squatting in front of millstones, and squinting little fat pigs.

Hanging in rows and rows in a mess, it seems that those zodiac signs are meeting in heaven, just like a huge and majestic masked banner.

Hooking, coloring, clumsy and forceful, the edges are all traces of you running into me and I running into you, the little baby simply doesn't care.Lin Xiao had been arguing about wearing it when he was a child, he was a chicken, and he still remembered that there was a pointy yellow chicken mouth on the mask his mother bought him back then.

The mask of this big rooster is more majestic and colorful. It looks rough at first glance, but it is very lively when you see it again.

It's a pity that I don't have that arrogant mouth.

Have you ever seen a big cock that can't crow?Or why talk to his hens about love.

Lin Xiao suddenly felt soft in his heart, so he rubbed Yan Xiao's hair and asked, "What do you belong to?"

"What is it?" Young Master Xiaoyan blinked his eyes, with a puzzled look.

"Like me, I belong to the rooster, because I was born in the year of the rooster."

"Huh?" Yan Xiao thought for a long time, then suddenly pursed his lips, "I belong to a fox."

"Aha! Where is the zodiac sign?" Lin Xiao laughed with a "ha".

At this time, an old man came out from the cool shadow behind the big array of paper masks, and said in a low voice, "What's so strange about the fox, I've seen those who belong to the fish."

Lin Xiao was even more confused and scratched at his hair. "ha?"

"Buy the child whichever he likes, why is there so much nonsense!" The little old man rolled his eyes at Lin Xiao, and his eyes stopped on the burden on his shoulder, "Trust me, Xinke is still so talkative."

Lin Xiao's face was on fire.

"Hey, I want that!" Yan Xiao pointed to the rabbit mask on the farthest corner.

"One tael of silver." The little old man stretched out a finger and shook it, then spread his palm and waited.Thick knuckles and palms still have a washed-out color, a few pale yellow calluses.

Lin Xiao's face was burned, and he broke out in a cold sweat—a tael of silver?Why not just sell him Lin Xiao immediately.

"Crack!" Ruan Yinzi was put into the little old man's palm, and he immediately smiled and narrowed his slender eyes, straightened his arched back, took out a long bamboo pole from behind, tiptoed the The mask was picked off.

"Give!"

The young master Xiaoyan who gave the money did not pick it up, but instead gave Lin Xiao a sideways look, "Idiot, take it!"

Lin Xiao hurriedly picked it up stupidly, and put it in his arms for fear of being crushed, so he had no choice but to hold it dryly.

"You go~" The little old man finished his business, and hurriedly got back behind the mask and flag, escaping from the big sun.

"Why buy a rabbit?" Lin Xiao and Mr. Xiaoyan walked for a while, after thinking about it, they finally asked.

Young Master Xiaoyan looked up at him, "Do you want something else?"

"what?"

Young Master Xiaoyan shook his head, glanced back, and said, "Unfortunately it's too late..."

"what?"

"Rabbit, it's soft and warm, and it's comfortable to hug." Mr. Xiaoyan muttered in a low voice.

Lin Xiao said softly and warmly when he heard Yan Xiao, but his back felt a chill.

Lin Xiao couldn't help but turned around by accident.

On the corner of the empty Qingshi Street, under the low blue-tiled corridors of the old clothing store, the people coming and going are intertwined like schools of fish, and the corners of the clothes pick up a little heat and a little breeze in the air.

There are no rows of masks like a mess of paintings on a wall.

There is no shade from the paper shell.

Not to mention the little old man, holding a thin bamboo pole, helping the children to get the paper mask from the high place.

The author has something to say: the only one who can complain is his own slow speed. ==

Floating away~~I am the king of dragging>