The rivers and lakes can't stand it

Fu Liugu cooked a total of six dishes, three meat and three vegetables, which was very average.

Old friends reunited, should have had a drink.

It's a pity that Fu Liugu has quit drinking for four years due to his health. Apart from tea, there is only spring water to drink in the family, so the two simply replace wine with tea.

Haven't seen each other for four years. Of course, Qiu Zhuoxue has a lot to say. He is not indifferent to Yuemaze, on the contrary, Yuemaze looks indifferent. He only occasionally responds with a few words, but the atmosphere is still lively.

After drinking two cups of tea, Qiu Zhuoxue's chopsticks moved to a plate of unfamiliar vegetables in the corner, which he had never seen before, and wondered: "What kind of vegetable is this?"

"Youdong vegetable." Fu Liugu said, "This kind of vegetable is neither dead nor withered in winter, so it is called Youdong. Right now is the most tender time. It clears away heat and cools blood. I think you are full of blood, and you have been thinking about it all day long." It's better to eat a few more mouthfuls."

Qiu Zhuoxue snorted twice, and stuffed a chopstick into her mouth. Just as she entered the mouth, her brows furrowed and her whole body froze.

Yue Mijin, who was eating, couldn't help but look over.

Fu Liugu was talking happily, when suddenly Qiu Zhuoxue stopped talking, he couldn't help being surprised: "Why..."

His voice stopped abruptly, just because he saw Qiu Zhuoxue's expression was extremely painful, and she was looking at herself without blinking.

After a while, Qiu Zhuoxue let out a breath slowly, and said quietly, "Ah Heng..."

Of course Fu Liugu has a name, his original name was Fu Heng, but apart from Qiu Zhuoxue, few people in this world know it.

"I'm here." Fu Liugu hurriedly said, "Why are you uncomfortable?"

"You might as well put eight catties of poison in this dish." Qiu Zhuoxue put down his chopsticks with a complicated expression. The Youdong vegetable in his mouth was bitter and astringent. Cracked gall spread all over his tongue, and his head was dizzy with nausea, "I might die happier..."

Fu Liugu: "..."

Going beyond the maze: "..."

"You are so delicate." Fu Liugu was taken aback by him, but he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth just for two bites of bitter vegetables, "May I mix some honey water for you to remove the bitterness?"

Qiu Zhuoxue frowned and said, "It's so kind, but it's disrespectful."

"You have a good idea." Fu Liugu snorted, "Although I have some molasses at home, it's a pity that it's not for you to eat. What's more, You Dong and honey have medicinal properties. suffer."

The two of them have known each other for many years, a plate of bitter vegetables is nothing, and Qiu Zhuoxue is by no means such a squeamish temperament.

Fu Liugu wondered, took two bites angrily, and it was indeed bitter, but he was used to eating it over the years, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. After being reminded by Qiu Zhuoxue, although he realized it, he still felt that he was making a fuss out of a molehill. .

I heard Qiu Zhuoxue joke again: "Don't say I'm unreasonable, Brother Yue, are you suffering?"

Fu Liugu laughed in his heart: "You are still three or four years older than him, and you still call him Brother Yue, do you think you are calling Brother Qing?"

Yue Mijin was holding a chopstick You Dongcai, startled when he heard this, frowned and said: "Yes, there are some."

"Then why do you still eat it?" Qiu Zhuoxue blinked, "I still think you like it too?"

Yue Mijin said indifferently: "I don't like it, and I don't hate it, the master has his heart."

Just like killing people, he doesn't like it or dislike it. He does it when necessary. He used to dislike drinking alcohol because it hurts his body and sex. Later, he found that drinking a little can warm his body, so he drank some.

There is no particular reason.

At this point, Fu Liugu finally came to his senses. He turned his eyes and realized that this plate of You Dongcai was placed in front of Yue Mijin. Finally, he realized that Qiu Zhuoxue was not coquettish for no reason, but reminded him as a joke. His face flushed, and he felt really sorry.

Yue Mijin doesn't drink much tea, doesn't talk too much, and picks up two chopsticks for every dish. It's hard to see if he is being patient.

"It's really bitter! I like it myself, and I forgot that you are not used to it." Fu Liu has lived alone for a long time, free and casual, and the hospitality is inevitably not meticulous enough. Feeling embarrassed, he walked down the stairs of Qiu Zhuoxue, "This Let me solve it myself."

Qiu Zhuoxue chuckled lightly, started gossiping with Fu Liugu again, glanced at him inadvertently, and lost his mind.

Unlike the six days when he was wandering on the edge of life and death, Qiu Zhuoxue and Yue Mijin have been together for a long time now, and I don't see what he likes and dislikes.

Bitterness, to Yue Mijin, seems to be the same as sweetness, it is just a feeling.

Doesn't he have nothing to like or dislike?

Qiu Zhuoxue picked up the teacup, and with the hot air, she suddenly laughed secretly.

That's not the case, didn't he hate me very much?Although this is not something to be happy about, it is more or less a skill to stir the mind of this peerless swordsman.

But Yue Maze has now let go, and the two of them have reconciled.

It's just that Qiu Zhuoxue still doesn't understand what Yue Mijin is thinking in his heart. He thinks of the soft and soft hair behind his ear. It looked a little rough, arousing a bit of numb itching.

This move can be called too close between friends and brothers.

Only a lover would do such a thing.

But Yue Mijin's expression was really calm, he just saw a strand of hair falling down, and he helped to pin it, just like picking up a fallen leaf on the ground.

To say that there is intimacy and flirting in his behavior is really reluctant.

This move is naturally impolite, inappropriate, and inappropriate, but as Yue Mijin said, Qiu Zhuoxue was not at all unhappy, so from the beginning to the end, he failed to say any great truth.

Getting more maze didn't give him this chance.

……

After the tea and dinner were over, the candles in the bamboo house were quickly extinguished.

Among the trees not far from Lengyue Silver Spring, two pairs of eyes suddenly lit up, shining under the moonlight. Soon, these two pairs of eyes changed several trees until all the trees were gone. The small figure suddenly disappeared into the bushes and moved forward.

The grass and trees on the ground gradually thinned out, and the mountains and plains were covered with large swaths of drunken dream flowers. The full moon was full on the top of the mountain, shining down brightly, forming a sea of ​​flowers like rotten silver.

Two little dolls carved in pink and jade walked barefoot through the sea of ​​flowers, and occasionally saw a few butterflies flying by with colorful wings. The poisonousness of the insects made the Morong people change their colors when they heard it, but they were not afraid at all. After playing with these poisonous butterflies for a while, they rushed to the tall bamboo house in the center of the sea of ​​flowers.

The bamboo steps were trampled by the two dolls, there was no peace, and the people in the house slowly looked at them from the window.

"It's a good step, you might as well step on it louder. After the step is broken, it's just time to renovate my house."

The sound of footsteps suddenly became quieter, and the two boys blinked their eyes, instead of opening the door, they ran under the window, pulled at the bamboo wall, and looked up at him together.

"Greatweed."

"Greatweed."

The two boys were originally twin brothers and sisters, the boy was called Chisha, and the girl was called Xuecan. The two were born with a sympathetic heart, and they yelled at the front and back. Except for the slight difference in the voice, the tone is smooth and steady, and they are exactly the same.

Heatweed leaned against the window and turned another page of the book unhurriedly, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with asking the two children to stay outside and talk, and he didn't rush to call them in.

"Greatweed."

"Greatweed."

Snow Silkworm stood on tiptoe first, trying to arouse Heatweed's attention again, Chi Sha followed closely behind, and called again.

"Early summer has not yet arrived, and the two little frogs are screaming so diligently." Henna sighed, and closed the book, "Could it be that he's not at home, so you didn't get candy?"

"No."

"No."

The two boys shook their heads together.

"That means he has a distinguished guest, and you dare not enter." Cheno Lu was still unhurried, "And this guest is not from Morong, and his martial arts are quite strong."

Snow Silkworm stared wide-eyed: "Know it?"

Akasha tilted his head: "Greatweed peeping?"

Henna chuckled lightly, and put the book on the table casually: "I still need to help me get up for this matter? He has always loved you, even if he didn't respond to every request, it was almost the same. If you want to shirk responsibility, how can you ask me to take care of it here."

"If you encounter any danger, you must ask for help; if someone asks for medical treatment, he should come with you. Since he is at home and you are not pleased, it means that he has not even stepped in the door, so it must be his home. A guest, but a guest you fear."

Snow Silkworm nodded and said, "It's scary."

Chi Sha then added: "It's amazing."

Ertong said that it really meant something, but the heatweed just smiled and said nothing, stood up and changed the spices in the stove, adjusted the fragrance leisurely, staring at the gray Gu worms in the ashes.

Seeing no reaction from the hellebore, Snowcan and Chisha looked at each other, and climbed in through the bamboo window. Fortunately, they were only nine years old, and they were young and flexible, so they slipped in calmly.

"I don't want to go through the door, but I have to go through the window." Heatweed put the lid on the incense burner, and said casually, "Next time, let Fu Liugu tell you less about the story of the Central Plains hero."

Snow Silkworm said in a soft voice, "It's not the veratrum."

Akasha straightened his eyes: "It is the veratrum that taught us not to stick to one method."

"I really don't know if I taught it or if Fu Liugu got used to it."

Henna's tone remained unchanged, and he went back to his recliner and lay down again, picked up the unfinished book and continued to read, and soon felt his legs sink, and the two dolls leaned up one left and one right.

Although Chenatura didn't show any intention of listening, Ertong had a lot to say and couldn't help but tell him.

Snow Silkworm's eyes are big and bright, as if looking through the cover of the book to look at the face of Henna: "Two men came to Uncle Fu's house."

Chisha nodded, seemed to be thinking about the words, and said calmly: "One is scary, and the other is beautiful."

Chenatura turned a page, still looking leisurely: "Yes, he has a lot of appetite."

"He makes tea for the pretty ones."

"He cooks for the pretty ones."

Chenatura was very lazy, coping with it one after another: "Don't learn from Fu Liugu, it's wrong to judge people by their appearance, beauty and ugliness are the same, and there is no difference when you cut them apart."

The two children nodded in unison.

"Then." Veratrum paused, "What are the names of these two people?"

Snow silkworm said: "The scary one is called Brother Yue."

Chisha said: "The beautiful ones are called Zhuoxue."

Weatweed finally put the book down slowly, and he gave a meaningful "oh", without any change in his expression, and no smile in his eyes.