Wrong Changhuan

When the old and the young went away, Wen Ting said, "There are so many beggars in the world, can you save them all?"

Chang Huan said, "Save one, count as one... I never thought of saving everyone, and it's not that great... This good thing, let's leave it to the emperor and the Bodhisattva..."

The two continued to wander the street, and finally came to a pastry shop, which happened to be still lit.

Only then did Chang Huan remember that when he went out, he originally wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus muffins for An Cuo to try.

The two stood side by side outside the store, smelling the sweetness emanating from the inside.

Wen Ting said, "If you want to eat, you can buy it, and it's not worth much... Where's your purse?"

Chang Huan said, "Before leaving the city this morning, give Niannian."

"Then look at what I'm doing...Don't talk about money, you gave away the money bag...Just now I told you to save some for me, but you didn't listen...Now you know the difficulty of not having money ...The most important things in this journey are skills, friends, and money..."

After Wen Tingzhao finished speaking, seeing Chang Huan's gaze fixed on the white unicorn jade pendant around his waist, he hurriedly protected him and said, "Don't pay attention to my jade pendant...among all the jade pendants, I like this one the most... .”

Chang Huan blinked at Wen Tingzhao, tugged at his sleeve aggrievedly and said, "Wen Shaoxia--Brother Wen--you bought me sweet-scented osmanthus muffins for me first, and when I go back, I asked my uncle for money, and you can redeem it right away." Just come..."

"No -- it's useless no matter how nice you are... With this skill, you won't go back to the inn to get it..." Wen Tingzhao suddenly felt that what he said was rather death than surrender, and he thought of those heroes. It should be like this when facing strong enemies and temptations, so he couldn't help but straighten his back.

Chang Huan let go of his hand, rolled his eyes, and said, "Then what if I ask my uncle to teach you a few more tricks? My uncle... I have loved me the most since I was a child, and I can listen to what I say the most. ..I remember that he also has a self-created Luoying sword, which is very powerful..."

Chang Huan made two gestures while talking, and Wen Tingzhao's eyes lit up at what she said, and his little heart was beating non-stop.

If Wen Tingzhao's swordsmanship had changed his face so quickly, he would have been famous all over the world, and the number one position in the world would have been in his pocket long ago.

He untiedly took off the jade pendant, and said, "Jade pendants or not are all external possessions... Sister Lin wants to eat sweet-scented osmanthus sponge cake, let's just buy it..."

After a while, Wen Tingzhao walked out of the shop with a smile on his face, and handed a paper package to Chang Huan, but he didn't let go, and confirmed again, "You have to promise me something..."

Chang Huan took it with a smile, and said, "Don't worry, I will do what I say..." He lowered his head and smelled it, and said, "Let's go, this sweet-scented osmanthus muffin is the best when it's just out of the oven. It's..." Said and took the lead.

Wen Tingzhao followed closely, stretched out his hand and said, "I bought it anyway, so give me a piece while it's hot—"

Chang Huan carefully protected the oiled paper bag, stretched out his hand and patted his palm, and said, "This is for Ah Cuo, not for you..."

Wen Tingzhao lowered his head and muttered in a low voice, "I just said, your Lin family really knows how to do business... Sure enough..." After saying that, he shook his head and sighed that it was not nice to meet people...

As he walked, Chang Huan suddenly quickened his pace and ran towards a man in a red cloak who was walking not far ahead.

Wen Tingzhao followed up and realized that under the cloak, the visitor's hair was scattered like splashed ink on his shoulders. When he saw his face clearly, he couldn't help being surprised, "Are you a woman? Is the Sword of Life a woman? How could he be a woman? "

The two present ignored him.

Wen Tingzhao's mouth was half open, unbelievable, but he didn't see it after being together for so long.The life-seeking sword he adores, he thought it was just a handsome man with a strange temper, but unexpectedly turned into a beautiful iceberg for a while.

There are rumors in the rivers and lakes, chasing life with a quick sword, and a sword chasing life.But no one has ever mentioned whether it is a man or a woman, and then everyone seems to have reached a consensus, and they all agree that it is a man.

Men tend to underestimate women.Yes, throughout the ages, how many men died at the hands of women, and this is not a strange thing.

If it is said that women harmed men, it would be better to say that men died of blind self-confidence and inferior skills.

Don't you know that with slender hands, you can wash yarn, cook vegetables, play piano and dance songs, and you can also gallop thousands of miles, swing a halberd on the battlefield, fight with swords in the rivers and lakes, and fight for life and death!

So what if it's a man; so what if it's a woman.

Chang Huan looked at An Cuo and said, "Why did you come out before the hair was dry..." Although his tone was reproachful, it was also full of distress.

An made a mistake, "Seeing that you were not in the inn, I came out to look for you." It seemed that she didn't want to leave for a moment.

Chang Huan said, "You can't do this in the future, it's so cold, you'll get chills like this, you'll get a headache..."

Chang Huan pulled the cloak and hat on his feet, and said, "I was just like you when I was a child. Every time my second uncle pressed me by the fire to dry before letting me go out... Also, It was Yang Yan who said that he had a headache, not me. What he said must be true, and he never lied about this kind of thing. "

An Cuo said quietly, "Before, I don't know...and no one has ever said this to me, and no one has cared about it." No one cared.

After Chang Huan heard this, ripples appeared in his heart, but he smiled and said, "Ah, wrong... from now on, I will take care of you..."

"it is good--"

Seeing the two people's eyes facing each other with affection, Wen Tingzhao just felt tired and tight, and couldn't help interrupting, "I said, An Cuo, do you have any money on you? Lend me some--"

An Cuo didn't look up, but just threw the money bag to the past.

After Wen Tingzhao took it, he weighed it and walked towards the pastry shop. While walking, he didn't forget to shake his purse and said, "Thank you--"

Chang Huan was so disturbed by Wen Tingzhao, took An Cuo's hand and started to walk towards the inn, shyly said, "Then it's settled, don't dislike me for nagging..."

An mistakenly took the paper bag in Chang Huan's hand, and said, "No." Even if you don't hear enough, how can you be bothered.

Nagging wrapped in love and exhortations is the most beautiful love words in life.

Chang Huan said, "This is the sweet-scented osmanthus muffin cake I bought for you. It's just out of the oven. Try it while it's hot. It won't taste so good when it's cold...I like it the most on weekdays, but I don't know if you like it or not." Love the taste..."

Chang Huan just wants to give An Cuo what he thinks is the best.

"That's what you like, that's what I like." An Cuo stopped, holding the oiled paper bag in one hand, untied it with the other hand, took out a piece, took a look at it, and chewed it slowly in his mouth.

Chang Huan kept staring at her, expecting her reaction, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

The corners of An Cuo's mouth curled up slightly, and he said, "It's very sweet, soft, and the scent of osmanthus is very strong, delicious..."

Among Chang Huan's favorite foods, what she most wanted Ah Cuo to taste was this sweet-scented osmanthus muffin.

In fact, compared with steamed buns, the only difference between sweet-scented osmanthus sponge cake is that it has a little more sweetness.

The fragrance is the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus; the sweetness is the sweetness of honey.But it is precisely because of these two crucial points that the sweet-scented osmanthus sponge cake is so different.

Ah Cuo, maybe you thought steamed buns were the most delicious when you were a child, but now, the extra fragrance and sweetness is the secret recipe of happiness, and it is what I have always wanted to give you.

Chang Huan watched An Cuo sip, sweetness surged in his heart, and he also picked up a piece of cake and ate it happily. The crumbs of the pastry stuck to his mouth, and he didn't pay attention.

An Cuo couldn't help laughing, and reached out to wipe her.

With just a light touch, Chang Huan felt blushing again, lowered his head in embarrassment, and said, "Let's go back first--"

Back in the inn room, An Cuo sat by the fire, Chang Huan was in front of her, and scattered her hair in small locks by the fire from time to time, so as to absorb more heat.

Suddenly, Chang Huan let out a cry.

An Cuo hurriedly asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Chang Huan put two strands of hair in his hands, gave An wrong a look, and said, "Two strands fell out..."

An Cuo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay... just throw it away..."

Chang Huan ignored the words, unfolded the red silk handkerchief that was originally wrapped with the jade pendant from his chest, and carefully put the broken hair inside.

Seeing her acting like this by mistake, An couldn't help but look more. Seeing that there was no jade pendant in Si Pan, but she already had a few black hairs, she asked, "The hair inside is yours?"

Chang Huan shook his head, and said shyly, "I woke up this morning and saw a few hairs on my pillow...I want to put all your hair away..."

"What are you keeping it for?"

Chang Huan smiled and blinked, pretending to be mysterious and said, "I won't tell you..."

An mistakenly saw that she folded Sipa and put it in her arms, so she didn't ask any more questions.

After a while, Chang Huan said, "Cuo, tell me, why do people have black and shiny hair when they are young, but when they are old, their hair turns white?"

An Cuo pondered for a moment, and said, "Probably, time is like ink, and it will fade after a long time... Just like, clothes will turn white after wearing for a long time, no matter how clean they are washed."

Chang Huan chuckled, and said, "Your statement and metaphor are quite appropriate..." After a pause, he continued, "The kidney governs the bone and marrow, and its flower is in the hair. If the kidney yin is deficient, the hair will be curly." It will turn white, take Polygonum multiflorum, it can turn black... These are what Yang Yan said, not my point of view..."

An Cuo looked at Chang Huan and asked curiously, "What about you, what do you think?"

Chang Huan said slowly, "I told you, you are not allowed to laugh at me..."

"Don't laugh at you--"

Chang Huan's subordinates continued to move, and said, "I think that although the hair grows on the head, it is the heart that dominates the head... The two fell in love when they were young, but as time goes by, the relationship will become deeper and deeper. , the heartbeat became even stronger...so the hair turned white."

An Cuo shuddered, and said with a smile, "I've only heard of graying heads, but I haven't heard of graying because of a strong heartbeat..."

Chang Huan said coquettishly, "You laugh at me...words don't count..."

Ann stopped laughing and said, "Not everyone can stay together for a lifetime and grow old together... Then there are still many people who spend the rest of their lives alone, and they all have gray hair. So what?"

Chang Huan said, "I think, every lonely person has a story buried in his heart, a love... Although the lover is not around, or yin and yang are separated, but sincerity is inseparable and can't be cut. of..."

Even if only one person and pale hair remain in the end.

The infatuation and deep love in the heart, followed by a finger of quicksand, is exchanged for the purest expression in the world, like white snow, like white jade without flaws.

Just to remember the affectionate companionship I had in this life.That companionship may be a good story that everyone admires, or it may be just a brief encounter in life, a beautiful time with infinite attachment, but it is a pity to miss it after all.

An Cuo didn't move, but stretched out his hand to hold Chang Huan's hand, raised his eyes and said, "From now on, let's have gray hair together, it sounds good--"

The hair between the fingers slipped down, Chang Huan clasped it back, interlocked his fingers, looked at An Cuo affectionately, and said slowly, "Okay, then... let's...grey hair together--"

This promise does not have gorgeous rhetoric, but a plain tone. Although it is not a pledge of eternal love, it is prepared to stick to it for a lifetime.

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@罗神. . .Go ahead and eat sugar. . .Make it sweet first, so that you can continue to eat glass slag later. . .