Yanyun Fengyue

It was New Year's Eve when Liang Wenmo returned to Yanyun's old house with Ling Chuang. This year, the traffic was blocked due to the war, and the goods from Nanyang Fireworks Factory could not be shipped out. Yanyun City was a bit deserted, and it snowed endlessly in the past few days. It also gradually stopped, and the long-lost clear sky appeared in the night sky.As soon as they entered the door, both of them were hungry, and they couldn't buy vegetables at the moment, so Liang Wenmo called Dong Laishun and asked them to bring the hot pot to his home, put down the phone, turned around and didn't see Ling Chuang, and walked to the door But I saw him sweeping snow and shoveling ice in the yard.

Liang Wenmo remembered that when he stepped on an ice cube when he entered the door, he almost slipped and staggered. He felt warm in his heart, and leaned on the door frame and called him softly, "Why are you in a hurry to sweep the snow, come in and rest for a while."

Ling Chuang trotted over, his slender face was powdery from the cold, his forehead was sweating, his cherry lips opened and closed, exhaling a bit of cold mist, he didn't dare to sit down on the mahogany chair when he entered the room, Standing cautiously by the door, Liang Wenmo took off his coat for him, and said with a smile, "I don't have any servants in this old house, so you can help me with some chores and make this your own home. If you want to practice Beijing opera , I will ask you a teacher."

"Thank you sir!" Ling Chuang looked at him and nodded, his face became even redder, and then he ran to the kitchen to pick up a rag and wipe the table. The situation in the villa, the enthusiasm and love I had at that time is still vivid in my memory. He walked to the hanging picture in the living room, and the "Mount Huashan Transiting Sun" was brought here from the villa, like a treasure. Treasure it... Whether he loves the painting or loves his lover, he can't tell the difference, but at this moment he wants to take the painting down, but when he reaches out his hand, he is reluctant to part with it.

"Mr. Mo, this painting is handsome and insolent, and its momentum is like a rainbow. It is comparable to the work of a famous master." Ling Chuang came out with the tableware, thinking it was from Liang Wenmo's hand, and couldn't help but praise it.

"That's right... His talent and appearance, I can't find another one in the whole world." Liang Wenmo shook his head, turned around and sat down at the dining table. Ling Chuang knew all the way that he was thinking of the movie actor Jiang Huaiyan, Now that he knew that he had praised the wrong person, he felt sore in his heart. He secretly felt that anyone would like Mr. Mo's demeanor, and he didn't know who Mr. Jiang would like...

The moonlight is bright and pleasant, the orange light reflects the warmth and tranquility in the room, the simmering copper pot is gurgling and steaming, and the aroma of mutton and angelica is overflowing. Liang Wenmo has been away for a long time, and he has missed this mouthful for a long time. It is delicious Sweating profusely, Ling Chuang didn't use much because he had something on his mind, so Liang Wenmo personally squeezed the meat for him, "You're so skinny, don't eat more, if you don't have an appetite, drink some plum wine from my jar to keep your appetite Big increase."

"Mr. Mo, I've never had a drink..." Ling Chuang shook his head, not daring to try it, and buried himself in the food in the bowl. We have known each other for nearly half a month, but he is still so shy. Liang Wenmo looked at his long eyelashes trembling slightly. Suddenly, I felt hot in my heart, like a hot spring gushing out, making my whole body numb, and I couldn't help asking: "Ling Chuang, will you follow me forever? Just like now..."

Ling Chuang was taken aback for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw that the writer's eyes behind his glasses were still clear and not drunk, so he realized that he was serious, and couldn't help warming his eyes, "As long as Mr. doesn't give up... I will follow Mr., Mr. loves to listen Beijing opera, I must study hard.”

Liang Wenmo sighed, "I've been thinking about this journey for a long time, and I don't know if it's appropriate for me to take you away from Yuzhou...You are too young to see through me."

"Mr. is a person with the utmost affection and nature." Ling Chuang pleaded in a low voice, he felt that Liang Wenmo was good everywhere.

Liang Wenmo said, "I'm a bastard who deceives my loved ones in order to gain sympathy, and goes out of my way for profit...I'm not so much a writer as a businessman."

Ling Chuang stared at the blue glaze at the bottom of the bowl without saying a word. Based on his intelligence and his understanding of Liang Wenmo during this period, he had already guessed that he was not an ordinary writer, but he never wavered in his heart. Seeing his silence, Liang Wenmo threatened him, "If you become a character someday, maybe I'll sell you for a good price."

Ling Chuang couldn't help laughing, dimples appeared on the corners of his lips, he met Liang Wenmo's gaze, his eyes were as pure as snow lakes, "Your respect is yours."

Huai Yan has moved back to the old house in the Hutong since that day. He feels that this is the place that can give him a sense of belonging. A few days ago, there was news that he lived here, which attracted many movie fans. The team came to the alley to inquire, but Huai Yan was afraid of disturbing the lives of the neighbors, so he didn't show a face, and everyone couldn't see anyone, and suspected that the news was misinformation, and slowly went back to celebrate the New Year.

Of course Liang Wenzhe disagreed with 1 people, but there was nothing he could do - he was gradually unwilling to force Huai Yan.

Xiaobing met a girl in the autumn, rented a house outside, and didn’t come back often, so Ermao’s family was left in the yard. Ermao said that there was a new policy in the hall, and the subsidies and benefits for this area were much better. , plus the job Liang Wenmo helped find before, the burden of life is not heavy, the chrysanthemum milk is enough, and the Dragon Boat Festival is also growing fast, and now I can climb on the kang, and when I am free, I will hug him and play, and forget everything for a while Annoyance, but as soon as I got back to the house at night, the bits and pieces of getting along with Lu Jingyun came to my mind.

Today's New Year's Eve, according to Yanyun's customs, the family should get rid of the old and welcome the new, throw away some unnecessary waste products, throw away some old clothes, accidentally found the old newspapers in the drawer, each one is a charcoal drawing of a man's silhouette , and then saw the sentence he wrote, "The plaster burns the snow and returns it to life", and simply threw a stack of papers into the charcoal basin, watching the flames devour the powerful handwriting, and suddenly thought of the scene of Daiyu burning poems Come on, some want to laugh, but also feel sad...

Huai Yan sighed softly, fastened the button of the mandarin jacket, put the scarf on the back of his neck, supported the top hat in one hand, and carried the package of snacks in the other. When he opened the door, he saw bone soup being stewed in Juxiang's courtyard, and he came out He laughed and said, "Brother Yan, are you still going out now? It's cold time to melt snow!"

Huai Yan also laughed, "It's been a long time since I went to church, I'll go to see it during the holidays, and I'll be back to eat dumplings in a while."

Er Mao came out of the warehouse with firewood in his arms, squatted down and put it in the stove, "Master Jiang, come back early, there are two kinds of fillings for chrysanthemum-flavored buns, beef radish and mackerel leek."

"Eat it when it's ready, don't wait for me." Huai Yan responded, and slowly turned out of the alley. There were no rickshaws on the street, so he walked around the sea of ​​affection and walked to the church. On the surface of the closed lake, you can see that the leaves of the poplar grove have fallen, the dead branches cover the spire of the church, and the thin shadow is branded into the moon.

Huai Yan stepped onto the stone bridge, thinking about those children: Yanyan is at the age of school, she is so cute and smart, she must be able to recite a lot of poems; the dog is still young, mischievous all day long, the mother probably has to clean up He; Ryoko was arguing to play the piano, but he didn't know if the steward would let him touch the piano in the church...

He thought all the way, and he had come to the church, through the wooden door with intricate patterns, the warm and bright music came out, Huai Yan discovered that the lights in the church were on, and someone was playing the piano, Huai Yan listened to the melody and felt very familiar. He even knew the notes of the next verse, and he could almost keep up with the movements of his fingers. Now he couldn't move anymore. The melody melted the coldness of New Year's Eve, calling In the beautiful spring, the setting sun is slanting in the mountains, the clear river is rushing day and night, the air is full of the fragrance of plants and trees, Huai Yan seems to be in a luxurious and quiet house, the unforgettable sense of familiarity, His eyelashes filled with tears and his mind was shaken... After the song was over, he came back to wipe away his tears, full of surprise in his heart: which song is this, how come he is so familiar with it?

Without thinking too much, he pushed the wooden door in front of him. When he saw the tall and straight figure sitting on the piano bench at the end of the red carpet, he subconsciously retreated. Unexpectedly, the children around the piano were all sharp-eyed. Hearing someone coming in, he recognized him immediately.

"Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang!" The child ran over like a light bird and surrounded Huai Yan, jumping and screaming, very happy, Yanyan laughed and cried, "Brother , why haven't you come for so long, we can only see you in the pictorial!"

"Brother is too busy filming outside, I'm sorry." Huai Yan's eyes were also sore, he knelt down and hugged her to comfort her, and when he looked up, he saw that person also stood up from the piano bench, although he didn't come over , but looked at him intently, today he is not wearing military uniform, but the cashmere collar jacket on his upper body looks more and more handsome, Huai Yan just pretends that he does not exist, coaxes Yanyan to bring over the snack package, "You used to eat Not enough, my brother bought a lot this time, enough for you to eat for the next year."

"Brother Yun also brought us dried meat and red sausage from Liaobei!" Gou'er took out a piece of red sausage from his pocket and stuffed it into Huai Yan's mouth. Surprised.

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Xiao Lu also managed to make Mian'er cry once