The little man on the apex

The weather in the southern country is always warmer earlier. After the Waking of Insects, the jasper is transformed into makeup, the willows are piled up with smoke, and thousands of plants and trees grow lively.

There are spring breeze, spring rain, spring thunder, spring grass and spring flowers in spring.

And spring dreams.

Yan Heyi has been having such charming dreams recently.

It's still a bit cold at night, but when I wake up, I'm often drenched in sweat.

This is not mentioned in the sage book, although he can learn by himself without a teacher, but he feels that this matter is not correct, so he always endures it.

On this day, he had this dream again as usual. The man in the dream was a young man with wet hair draped over his shoulders. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he only remembered that his lips were extremely red.

He woke up with his own chaotic panting, lifted the quilt to look, and frowned slightly.

The sky brightened outside, the red sun had just revealed its head, and Yue'er hadn't completely concealed her figure.

There are still dewdrops on the blades of grass, a few small drops at first, and when the wind blows, they gradually gather in one place, causing the blades of grass to tremble up and down.

Another gust of wind blew, and the stiff blades of grass finally couldn't bear the weight of my body.

With a slight trembling, dewdrops fell down.

Yan Heyi closed her eyes as if out of strength, her breathing gradually calmed down, and when she opened her eyes again, the sky had quietly turned white.

He got up and went to the well in the courtyard to fetch a basin of cold water, closed the door, and carefully cleaned up the traces of beauty on his body.

Yan Heyi has an obsession with cleanliness, and his body must always be spotless, so at times like this, he would always feel a little annoyed secretly.

But what are you upset about?

As if he wasn't ready, spring came.

It was getting brighter again, and people in Ping'an Village were waking up one after another, ready to start a busy day.

A shepherd boy with braided shofar horns rode across the back of the bull, walking sleepily towards the nearby mountains.

In the clean small courtyard, Yan Heyi, who was dressed in a blue and white long gown, waved a wooden stick and vigorously knocked on the stone pound in front of her. A thin layer of sweat had already oozed from her forehead.

"Mr. Yan, what delicious food should I make early in the morning? The smell is wafting into my yard."

Next door, Aunt Gu was sweeping the yard. She held a bamboo broom in her hand and poked her head to look this way.

Yan Heyi raised her head, reached out to wipe the sweat dripping from the tip of her nose, and said with a shy smile, "Morning, Aunt Gu, I'm making glutinous rice cakes, and I'm going to mix some roses to make rose dumplings. You send it over to have a taste."

Aunt Gu responded with a smile, "Okay!"

The stone pound in front of Yan Heyi contained glutinous rice soaked in advance last night.

This morning, after the glutinous rice is soaked, it is steamed in a pot, placed in a stone pound, and beaten with a thick wooden stick until the glutinous rice turns into soft and delicate white dumplings, and the glutinous rice cake is ready.

Yan Heyi took out the beaten glutinous rice cakes, broke them into small pieces with her hands, and rolled them into balls of the same size. Then she took out the prepared rose petals, marinated them with honey, and poured them on top of the glutinous rice balls.

"It's so sweet."

Yan Heyi stuffed a glutinous dumpling into her mouth, and tasted it with narrowed eyes.

The aroma of glutinous rice mixed with the smell of roses, accompanied by sweet honey, bloomed in the mouth all at once.

Yan Heyi wrapped a few glutinous rice dumplings with reed leaves and sent them to Aunt Gu next door.

Aunt Gu took the dumpling, stuffed a warm cloth bag into Yan Heyi's hand, and said with a smile, "You take these meat buns, they're just out of the pan."

Yan Heyi scratched her head in embarrassment, thanked Aunt Gu, and heard Aunt Gu say:

"Mr. Yan, you are just at a good age, do you have someone in mind? My cousin's family has a handsome boy, can I tell you something?"

Yan Heyi's parents died early, and she lived alone when she was very young. She was a teacher and ran a private school in the village, so she didn't have to do farm work. Apart from teaching students, she mostly stayed at home and studied.

Therefore, even though he was twenty, he hadn't been taught much about love affairs, and because of his status as a husband, other people respected him a little bit, so they didn't dare to make fun of it easily, and Aunt Gu dared to make fun of it. Put it up.

I am ashamed to say that Yan Heyi is not very good at dealing with people. He already felt very uncomfortable when he said a few words like today, so if he said something like "you can tell me about this brother" If you are not like that, you have to talk to people for a long time.

So, after a moment's hesitation, Yan Heyi excused herself to have something to do, and declined Aunt Gu politely.

This is not an excuse, he really has something to do.

In the past few days, the children in the private school were on spring break, Yan Heyi had breakfast, and went up the mountain with a bamboo basket on her back.

A child in the private school had a rash, and he was going to pick some herbs to come back.

Yan Heyi walked around the mountain for a whole noon, gathering all the herbs to be used, and then thought about chopping some firewood and going back to repair the windows of the private school.

Just when Yan Heyi had cut enough firewood and was about to go back, a sound of fighting suddenly came from the forest above, and the sound of metal weapons colliding was frightening.

After a moment of hesitation, Yan Heyi decided to go up and have a look.

He climbed along the mountain road, but the skirt of his clothes was cut by the gravel, before he had climbed halfway, he heard a cry of surprise, a person fell from above, and just hit Yan Heyi on the body.

Yan Heyi didn't have time to think about it, she hugged that person and protected him in her arms.

The two rolled onto the flat ground together.

Yan Heyi gathered herself together, and only then did she have time to look at the person in her arms.

It was a fair and delicate little brother, with a lot of blood on his body, and his clothes were in tatters. He seemed to have suffered a serious injury. He mumbled "Help", before he tilted his head and passed out.

At this time, there was a rustle in the forest above, and a moment later, another person rolled down.

Yan Heyi thought to herself, what's going on today, is there a living person falling from the sky?

He took a closer look and saw that the man was still holding a knife tightly in his hand. Although his whole body was covered with injuries, he still stood up with difficulty and staggered towards Yan Heyi.

Yan Heyi was a little scared, but then she thought again, the little brother in her arms was probably hunted down by this person, and now that she met her, she couldn't just leave him dead.

Besides, the swordsman was seriously injured, and he might be able to give it a go.

After making up her mind, Yan Heyi gently put the little brother in her arms on the ground, stood up and rolled up her cuffs, picked the thickest stick from the bamboo basket next to her, and boldly said: "What are you going to do? ? If there is any vengeance, please submit a complaint and sue the government, how can you kill someone in private?"

I saw the swordsman walked a few steps, then suddenly knelt down on the ground.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, adjusted his breath slightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Han Peng, Shang Jing, is the general of Cui Yuanwai's family, escorting Yuanwai's family to the south to visit relatives, met... Lu met a mountain bandit, cough. …”

Speaking of this, the swordsman Han Peng couldn't hold back, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and continued: "The thirteen members of Yuanwai's family all died, and I protected the young master to break out of the encirclement and escape to this place, but was finally caught up by bandits , Desperately repelled it."

"I'm afraid I won't survive, please benefactor, save my young master, protect him...protect him..."

Swordsman Han Peng suddenly choked his throat and fell to the ground on his side. Seeing this, Yan Heyi hurried forward to investigate, only to see that his heart pulse was broken and his breath had been determined.

Seeing this tragic situation, Yan Heyi couldn't bear it, so he first helped up the comatose little brother on the ground, fed him some herbal medicine, and hastily treated his wound.

Seeing that the bleeding had stopped, he put him down for the time being, found a suitable open space beside him, took out a shovel and dug out a simple grave, and buried the swordsman.

Yan Heyi was about to take her little brother home when she suddenly remembered something and felt that she should be more cautious, so she climbed up the rock and saw a few people who looked like bandits lying in the forest.

He walked over slowly, bent down to check one by one, and saw that each of them had a wolf pattern tattoo on their foreheads, which was the unique symbol of bandits in this area, so he completely believed Han Peng's words.

The book said that being entrusted by others and being loyal to others, Yan Heyi accepts death. Since others entrust their lives to each other, even if she doesn't protect her with her life, she will definitely not abandon others.

Yan Heyi put the bamboo basket on her back again, picked up the little brother horizontally, and brought her home.

He put the little brother on his bed and fetched a basin of clean water to wipe him.

The blood on his body was a bit shocking, but it seemed that most of it belonged to others. There were only two shallow knife wounds on his arms and thighs.

Yan Heyi took the medicine box, took out medicinal wine and medicinal powder, treated the wound on his arm again, and wrapped it up carefully with gauze.

Then, he stopped his hands in mid-air, and his face turned red.

After hesitating for a while, Yan Heyi dropped her hand and gently lifted off the clothes on the little brother's thighs that had been cut by the knife.

At this moment, the words in the book, such as creamy skin, firm and well-proportioned, finally took on a concrete appearance.

After the wound was bandaged, Yan Heyi stretched out her hand to probe the little brother's forehead, but saw that his forehead was as hot as charcoal, his cheeks were red from the heat, and his lips were slightly parted, panting heavily.

Fever is not good.

Yan Heyi hastily took out a one-month white porcelain bottle from the medicine box, poured out a fever-reducing pill, and swallowed it for the little brother.

Then, he brought another basin of clean water, soaked the veil, and applied it on the little brother's forehead.

Yan Heyi stood by the bed, two handkerchiefs took turns to cool him down, without stopping for half an hour.

This little boy was born very handsome, with fair skin, long and curled eyelashes, a little red like cinnabar on his lips, and his cheeks were flushed due to the high fever, making him look even more beautiful.

Yan Heyi was fascinated by watching it, and couldn't help but think of the rose honey flavored glutinous rice dumplings made in the morning.

This little guy is cute, doesn't he look like a little dumpling?

At dusk, Yan Heyi probed the little brother's forehead again.

The little brother finally got rid of his fever, his face was not so red, his breathing became softer, and he fell asleep obediently like a kitten.

The corners of Yan Heyi's mouth could not help but rise, and let out a long breath of relief.

He stood up, moved his legs that were numb from sitting for a long time, and prepared to go to the kitchen to make some dinner, and make some rice porridge for his little brother, and eat it when he woke up.

It was completely dark, and Yan Heyi ate some buns and pickles by herself, then sat in the room, quietly waiting for the little brother to wake up.

After waiting for a long time, the little brother has no intention of waking up.

Yan Heyi was afraid that her little brother would not be able to eat something hot, so she had already reheated the porridge on the stove several times.

When she was about to have a baby, Yan Heyi thought to herself, if things go on like this, this little brother might not wake up tonight.

So, he opened the cabinet, took out the cushion and thin quilt, and made a floor bunk next to the bed, planning to sleep like this tonight.

As soon as she blew out the candles and lay down, Yan Heyi heard the little brother on the bed snorted, and then began to gasp violently, muttering: "Don't come, don't come."

This little guy must be having a nightmare.

Yan Heyi got up and came to the bed, patted the quilt gently, and whispered softly as if coaxing a child: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

I saw that little brother was like a nightmare, his hands kept grabbing, and accidentally touched Yan Heyi's hand.

He held onto it like he was grabbing a life-saving straw.

Yan Heyi's heart seemed to miss a beat.

He stabilized his mind, hesitated for a moment, and still held the little brother's hand, still coaxing him softly.

After a while like this, the little brother finally calmed down.

Yan Heyi breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to withdraw her hand to go to sleep, when a hoarse voice came from the darkness: "Mother, it's so dark, I'm afraid..."

Hearing this, he gently withdrew his hand, stood up and lit the candle on the bedside table.

The candlelight was flickering, reflecting the little brother's pale and weak face, his eyes were blurred, and there was still a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

The little brother seemed not fully awake yet, staring at Yan Heyi in a daze, and said softly: "Brother, I'm afraid..."

Yan Heyi sat by the bed, smoothed the hair sticking to his face for him, and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, I will accompany you."

"Are you hungry? I'll get you a bowl of porridge to drink, okay?"

The little brother bit his lip slightly and nodded slightly.

Yan Heyi went to the kitchen again, reheated the porridge on the stove, took out a newly bought porcelain flower bowl, washed it several times with clean water, and then filled a bowl of rice porridge for the little brother, and brought it to the bed .

He looked at the little brother's right hand wrapped in gauze, smiled helplessly, then picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of rice porridge, put it on his lips, blew gently, and fed it into the little brother's mouth.

The little brother ate most of the bowl of porridge in one go, and the blood returned to his face, and his eyes became more and more bright.

Yan Heyi wiped the corners of her mouth for her little brother, and asked softly, "My name is Yan Heyi, what's your name?"

The little brother raised his eyes and said in a low voice, "My name is... Jiang Yuanxi."

Yan Heyi repeated the little brother's name softly, and said: "You just got rid of the fever, so you can sleep with me tonight, and plan other things tomorrow."

He couldn't bear to mention Han Peng at this moment, so he didn't say much.

Unexpectedly, the little brother asked Han Peng next, Yan Heyi hesitated for a while, but decided to tell Yuanxi the truth.

After Yuan Xi heard this, he bit his lips tightly and held back for a long time, but finally couldn't help it, tears rolled down his face.

Yan Heyi knew that any words of comfort were useless at this moment, so she just stretched out her hand, patted him on the back tenderly, and silently accompanied him.

Yuan Xi was probably tired from crying, so he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep leaning against the bed.

Yan Heyi sat quietly for a while, and when he was fast asleep, she gently picked him up, put him on the bed, and carefully tucked up the quilt for him.

Just when she was about to blow out the candle, and remembered what Yuan Xi had just said about being afraid of the dark, Yan Heyi just took out the scissors and cut off the wick of the candle, so that the candle would not be so bright and flash into Yuan Xi's eyes.

Getting up together, Yuan Xi grabbed the corner of his clothes again, and muttered: "Brother, don't go..."

Yan Heyi sighed lightly, leaned down slightly, and said softly: "Don't go, I'll stay with you."

The author says:

Yan Heyi: Spring is the season of mating/mating...is the season of sexual intercourse;

Looking back at Mountain: Received, received, received! !

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The beautiful and rich dude, the middle-aged man vs. the miserable, moneyless rascal;

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Yan Hanzhang lives in Taohua Lane, the most affluent place in the capital, and is a well-known playboy.

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There is a bridge across Peach Blossom Lane, which is Yuding Lane, where all the poor people live there are seven or eight holes in a piece of clothing and they have to wear it for several years.

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From a very young age, Yan Hanzhang always went to Yuding Lane, because Fang Lansong lived there.

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The two may have had a childhood sweetheart, but I don't remember.

In short, no one can understand anyone now.

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Relying on his wealth, Yan Hanzhang took Fang Lansong's tricks and married him back home.

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Since then, Fang Lansong has been looking forward to being widowed at a young age.

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The two of them are like fire and water, but they still do a lot of things on the bed.

There is no way, Yan Hanzhang is rich, and Fang Lansong, a prodigal son and troublemaker, often needs money.

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Yan Hanzhang told people that Fang Lansong was his obedient and clingy childhood sweetheart, and their relationship was sweeter than honey;

Fang Lansong told people that Yan Hanzhang was a prudish stinky dude, and (if he hadn't been rich) he would never be able to marry a wife in his life;

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Yan Hanzhang:

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Yesterday I had a new cup of tea;

Hired a cat this morning;

Tomorrow at noon, I received a message from the Han family to play polo and have a banquet;

You ask me how to arrange the day after tomorrow;

I said it depends on my Fang Lansong;

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Fang Lansong:

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Be sure to bring cash with you in the future;

Come to the government office to find your little husband;

Slow down;

impolite;

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"Everyday Theater"

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Fang Lansong: Yan Hanzhang, your uncle!

Yan Hanzhang: On the couch just now, who was crying for brother to spare?