An alpha's ancient life record

"Go a little to the left, a little higher."

"so?"

"A little more to the left, all right."

Shen Qingshu put up the Spring Festival couplets, clapped his hands and jumped off the stool, stepped back to Lin Weizhi's side, looked up, and nodded with satisfaction, the red paper and black letters, symmetrical left and right, really added a bit of festive flavor.

"Let's go, let's post the next one." Shen Qingshu held the stool in one hand and the paste in the other, and raised his chin forward.

"Your handwriting seems to have improved again." Lin Weizhi walked beside her with the Spring Festival couplets on her arm, and boasted casually.

"Really? I think so too," Shen Qingshu responded cheekily, paused, looked at her speechless expression, laughed all of a sudden, and said nonchalantly: "But Ah Zhi's literary talent is better .”

Lin Wei gave her a blank look, "Spoof."

The Spring Festival couplets are the two of them working together, and there are no complete collections of Spring Festival couplets these days, and Shen Qingshu transcribes the couplets that Lin Weizhi came up with.

Today is New Year's Eve, both of them have nothing to do, so they come to post Spring Festival couplets by themselves.

Not to mention, after such a post, the lively red color, I don't know if it is affected by the atmosphere, but the mood seems to be a little brighter.

After posting the Spring Festival couplets, Shen Qingshu's hand was stained with red stains. She turned her palm to look at it, and she got a bad taste, shouted twice, and made a gesture to pinch Lin Weizhi's face.

Lin Weizhi subconsciously wanted to lean back, but forced herself not to move, seeing the knife flying towards her, she sneered and threatened, "How dare you?"

Shen Qingshu's hand hovered in front of her cheek, but she didn't really touch it. After a while, she withdrew her hand behind her back embarrassingly, like a little pitiful being threatened, and said with great resentment: "I dare not..."

"How old are you? Are you childish?" Seeing her aggrieved look, Lin Weizhi suppressed her smile with a stern face. After she was five years old, she never did such childish tricks again.

Shen Qingshu glanced at her, and muttered softly, "It's boring."

She spoke in a low voice, but Lin Weizhi could still hear her clearly. He pulled her wrist amusedly, and coaxed softly: "Okay, go and wash your hands, I have to cook in a while, there is no delay."

The little emotion in Shen Qingshu's heart was immediately suppressed as soon as it surfaced, and she was meekly leading him forward.

When she got to the sink, Lin Weizhi told her to spread out her hands like she would a child, put some soap on her palm, and rub the fingertips on her palm to scrub.

For a moment, Shen Qingshu didn't realize how cold the running water was.

"Okay." Lin Weizhi wiped her hands with a handkerchief, looked up and saw that she was in a daze, gently pinched her face, and asked with a smile: "What are you thinking?"

Shen Qingshu didn't react immediately, subconsciously said: "It's nothing."

Lin Weizhi stood up, pressed the corners of her upturned lips, pretended to look away normally, cleared her throat and said, "Then let's go to the kitchen."

Shen Qingshu stood up slowly, and followed her. She always felt that something was wrong, but couldn't remember it for a while.

Going to the kitchen to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner, there are so many people in the house, it is definitely not something the two of them can handle. In fact, the two of them just cook a dish with their own hands to join in the fun.

The kitchen is very lively at the moment. There are several cooks crowded in the narrow and cramped space, and the processed ingredients are scattered on the table. There are various kinds of ingredients.In the stove, the charcoal was also burning red, and the tongue of fire licked the bottom of the pot, and there was a crackling sound of oil splashes, mixed with the occasional shouts and shouts among the cooks.

This scene was quite different from the past. The two looked at each other, feeling inexplicably that they were here to make trouble, and they dared not go in even standing outside the door.

Sheng Han was also a member of this busy process. She followed the housekeeper, and was also directing her hand. She hurried over, and when she saw Shen Qingshu and the two of them suddenly stopped, she said in surprise: "Girl, how did you get here?" side coming?"

Before Lin Weizhi could answer, she patted herself on the head and said like a cannonball: "Are you hungry? I asked someone to deliver some snacks. The kitchen is too messy. Maybe I forgot it somehow. I'll let you know immediately." people……"

"No, I'm not hungry." Shen Qingshu interrupted her, pointed to the kitchen, and said, "Why are there so many people in there today?"

Sheng Han followed her, thinking she was joking, and said with a smile: "My lord, isn't it the [-]th year, you can forget about the preparation of the New Year's Eve dinner."

The corner of Shen Qingshu's mouth twitched, and he said with great difficulty: "It's just the two of us, didn't I say keep things simple?"

"It's not simple." Sheng Han also looked at her very blankly, "This is really far behind the mansion."

"..."

Shen Qingshu turned his head and winked at Lin Weizhi, meaning let her speak.

Lin Weizhi coughed lightly, held back a smile and said, "Young master, she wants to cook a dish by herself, is there any space for her?"

"Ah? This..."

Of course Sheng Han knew about Shen Qingshu's cooking by himself some time ago, but he just thought it was just a whim on her mind, but today she suddenly came out to make trouble.

Of course, she definitely didn't dare to say that Shen Qingshu was causing trouble, but she just said with a look of embarrassment on her face: "There must be some people who force it out, but the slaves are worried about missing dinner time, and there are too many people talking today, so they are also afraid of collisions Uncle."

Shen Qingshu heard more and more dark lines, and when she finished speaking, she quickly refused: "That's no need, go get busy."

Sheng Han secretly heaved a sigh of relief, "The servant girl will leave first."

When she left, Shen Qingshu turned his head, looked at Lin Weizhi depressedly and said, "Where is it, is this what I want to ask?"

Lin Weizhi blinked innocently, "Otherwise, what do you want to ask?"

Shen Qingshu stared at her, and secretly ground his teeth, is she such a winkless person?The kitchen is so busy, why do you have to fight by yourself?

Lin Weizhi and her stared at each other for a while, seeing that she didn't blink, as if she was in a competition with her who would admit defeat first, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Shen Qingshu also laughed, shook his head and said, "It's just the two of us, what are we doing with so many dishes?"

Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey.

Although she can recite this poem, but later generations are materially rich, and she is also well-clothed in Chengyibo's mansion, so she has always had no real sense of these.

It wasn't until she came to Yueshui County, after the autumn tax, especially after this reclamation, that she really felt that food was too precious. Working under the scorching sun, no seedlings were stained with sweat.

So she practiced frugality in the mansion, and of course she didn't wrong herself to eat bran swallowed vegetables, but she reduced the three meals a day, trying not to leave too much.

The two walked back to the yard slowly, and Lin Weizhi comforted him, "It's just an ordinary family that makes an exception once during the New Year's festival. When we were in the capital, there were only four of us. From Sheng Han's point of view, reducing so many dishes is already a big deal." Great savings."

Shen Qingshu sighed and said: "That's what you say, but ordinary people don't dump their leftovers. Looking at the beggars who gave relief the day before yesterday, their clothes were thin in winter. Whether they can survive the winter depends on fate. I think, oh..."

"Don't always frown like this, looking like an old pedant," Lin Weizhi stretched out his hand to smooth her brow, paused with his fingers, looked into her clear eyes, smiled and scratched the tip of her nose, and suggested: " That's good, let's pick a few favorite dishes in the evening, and distribute the rest with the red envelope, everyone has worked hard with you for a year, so it's not rude."

Shen Qingshu smiled broadly, leaned over and kissed her loudly on the face, "That's great, I thought so too."

"It's all saliva." Lin Weizhi raised his hand to wipe his face in disgust, and gave her a look, but his eyes were soft and powerless.

In the evening, the sound of firecrackers could be vaguely heard, and the red lanterns were hung up. The guards and maidservants came one by one to pay New Year's greetings, received the red envelopes, wine and vegetables, thanked the master, and retreated one by one.

When removing the dishes, Sheng Han stood by the side with a long face, and Shen Qingshu looked at it with a funny face. After all, it was carefully prepared by others, and she didn't stick to these things. There were more people and it was more lively, so I asked her to sit down eat together.

With a serious face, Sheng Han muttered about the way of master and servant, and rejected her solemnly.

The dining table for the two of them always seemed to be a bit deserted. The sweet-scented osmanthus wine brought by Mrs. Liu hadn't been drunk yet. Shen Qingshu found it out, and the two drank a few glasses.

During festive seasons, she misses her relatives a lot, she thinks, in the same round of bright moon and the same starry sky, people far away may also miss them.

This kind of New Year's Eve dinner seems to be nothing special, just plain.

After dinner, there was no party to pass the time. Fortunately, Shen Qingshu took a break from his busy schedule a while ago and asked someone to make a deck of cards. The two of them washed up and curled up on the couch, playing the simplest game of solitaire.

Suddenly hearing a commotion outside, Shen Qingshu pushed open the window and saw that it was snowing lightly.

It is almost unimaginable in the capital that the first snow falls on the thirtieth year of the year.The snow in the south is very different from that in the north. It is light and soft. It floats down without any weight and melts when it hits the ground.

There was a brazier burning in the room, and the cold air poured in, which was very obvious. Lin Weizhi sat up, stared blankly for a while, then suddenly put on her shoes and pushed the door out, saying, "I'll go out and have a look."

"Wait a minute." She was in a hurry to go out, and she forgot to put on her coat. Shen Qingshu didn't stop her, and hurriedly found a thick cloak, and followed her out.

Before she had gone far, she stood in the courtyard, looking up at the night sky, with a thin green shirt and a lonely back, Shen Qingshu walked up behind her, tied up the cloak silently, put her arms around her waist, and asked gently: "What's the matter?" ?”

Lin Weizhi leaned docilely in her arms, reached out to catch a few snowflakes, watched them melt in her palm, and murmured softly: "It's snowing, I miss the capital."

Shen Qing was silent for a while, and tightened her grip with his hands, and said in a brisk tone: "Well, with such a little snow, you can't even make a snowball, it's far worse than the capital city."

Lin Weizhi pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled lightly, and said nothing more. Shen Qingshu tilted his head and rubbed her side face, and stood quietly with her.

She was in an official position and was not allowed to return to Beijing for no reason, but Lin Weizhi did not have this restriction. After her birthday, Shen Qingshu originally wanted to send her back to Beijing to live for a while, but she firmly refused.

She knew that she would not leave her here alone.

The snowflakes fell quietly on the shoulders and hair tips of the two of them. For a while, Shen Qingshu was afraid that she would catch the cold, so he asked warmly, "We're going back, let's see tomorrow, okay?"

Lin Weizhi said "Mm", turned around, hooked her neck softly, and whispered coquettishly, "Then you have to hug me."

"Okay." The night blurred her expression, Shen Qingshu's throat moved, and his voice was as soft as a butterfly afraid to startle her.

She hugged her horizontally, leaving a series of unclear footprints in the night.

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Time のせい 1;

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