The little man on the apex

Zhou Ziyu wore a newly made short jacket today, which was the light green color of newly sprouted grass leaves, while Feng Wanlong was wearing a red robe that was a little bit black. Looking at it from below, Yuan Xi felt that the two colors were inexplicable Some match.

He waved a handful of grass blades in his hand, and shouted at the people on the slope: "Ziyu—Zhou Ziyu—"

When the two heard the yelling, they both moved away quickly as if they were shocked.

Seeing that it was Yuan Xi, Zhou Ziyu also waved at him and said, "Yuan Xi—"

Yuan Xi ran to the slope in two or three steps, and squatted in front of the two of them: "Mr. Yan and I came out to take a spring bath. We were fighting grass just now, and I kept losing. Do you know any grass that is tougher than plantain grass?" ?”

Zhou Ziyu's face turned rosy, and he was not as warm as before when he saw Yuan Xi, so he didn't hold his hand.

He thought for a moment, then softly replied: "How about trying the dog's tail grass?"

Yuan Xi remembered that when weaving grass rabbits before, he used dogtail grass, and the grass stems were indeed strong and tough: "Okay, I see there is a large piece over there, and I can also weave dogtail grass rabbits. The students in the private school taught Yes, will you?"

"Hey? Are you guys here for the spring bath too? Do you want to fight weeds with Mr. Yan and me?"

"Is this a peony? It blooms so well!"

Seeing that Zhou Ziyu and Feng Wanlong had two peony flowers in their arms, Yuan Xi asked casually, "Can you give me one?"

Zhou Ziyu was a little hesitant, stroking the flower in his arms, wondering what he was thinking, but Feng Wanlong said sharply: "This flower is not good!"

Feng Wanlong's tone was very tough, Yuan Xi hurriedly withdrew the hand that had been stretched out in front of Zhou Ziyu upon hearing this.

Zhou Ziyu pointed to the distance apologetically, and said in a low voice, "There are many behind the rocks over there. You can go and pick them. They bloom better than...the few flowers I have."

Yuan Xi glanced at where Zhou Ziyu was pointing, and invited him and Yan Heyi to fight grass together. After receiving a negative answer, he left to pick peonies.

This year's spring is warm, and the peonies bloom early. In the shallow clumps, the big peonies are as if embroidered on the ground with silk threads.

Yuan Xi recalled the tone of Feng Wanlong's words just now, and suddenly felt a little displeasure in his heart.

Probably because Yuanxi really regarded Zhou Ziyu as a close friend, so he was more sensitive to Feng Wanlong who liked him, and always wanted to observe him unconsciously, for fear that Zhou Ziyu would not know someone well and pay for his life by mistake.

In fact, he has no idea about love affairs at all, he only thinks that he must be a gentle gentleman like Yan Heyi to be considered a good match.

Yuan Xi frowned slightly, and picked a lot of peony flowers in one go, he couldn't hold them clearly in his hands, so he had to lift up his outer robe to cover it.

The fragrance of flowers attracted butterflies to fly, Yuan Xi was distracted, and gradually became happy again, completely forgetting about what happened just now.

He let the butterfly rise and fall on his body a few times, and then remembered that Yan Heyi was still waiting there, so he trotted all the way around.

At this time, Yan Heyi was sitting cross-legged on the grass, lost in thought.

Yuan Xi ran over, threw the peony flowers in his bosom in front of Yan Heyi, raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother, these flowers are all for you!"

These peonies all had flowering branches several inches long, slanting in front of Yan Heyi, Yan Heyi raised his head in surprise, and asked softly, "All... give it to me?"

Yuan Xi nodded seriously, and said excitedly: "Yes! Look at how beautiful these flowers are. I wanted to pick the most beautiful one for my brother, but after picking and choosing, I think this flower is suitable. The flowers are also beautiful, so I just gave them to my brother!"

Yan Heyi let out a "puchi" laugh, pulled Yuan Xi's sleeve, let him sit next to her, and then patiently said: "Do you know what it means to give peony flowers to someone on the Shangsi Festival?"

Yuan Xi said innocently: "Why does everything have a great meaning?"

Yan Heyi caressed the peony flowers in her arms, and said slowly:

"According to legend, the Shangsi Festival was created by Nuwa. She created a marriage relationship between humans and designated the second Si day in March every year as the Shangsi Festival, and later fixed it on the third day of the third month."

"The "Book of Songs" has a saying that boys and girls "Yi Qi will play with each other, and give them a spoon of medicine." That is to say, on the day of Shangsi, loving men and women meet for a trip and give each other peony flowers as a token of love. "

"So, the peony flowers on the Shangsi Festival cannot be sent indiscriminately."

Yuan Xi felt a little embarrassed when he heard this. The peony flower he was holding in his hand had already become a little transparent.

No wonder Feng Wanlong reacted so strongly just now, so the flower has this meaning, it seems that I have wrongly blamed him.

In other words, Zhou Ziyu and Feng Wanlong have already made up their minds?

Yuan Xi thought about a lot, even thinking about what gift he would give when the two got married.

Seeing that Yuanxi was silent, Yan Heyi called him twice, and then he came back to his senses, and said in a low voice: "I just saw such a beautiful flower, so I wanted to bring it to my brother, no... .No other thoughts."

"Brother, don't be angry."

Yan Heyi put the peonies in her bosom into a big bunch, and said softly, "Why am I angry? I like these flowers very much."

At noon, the two returned home reluctantly.

Yan Heyi took out two white porcelain wide-mouth bottles, inserted all the peonies into them, and arranged them carefully.

Seeing that he was serious about serving him, Yuan Xi asked half jokingly: "Brother, do you regard me as someone you like?"

For some reason, after Yuan Xi asked this question, he felt a little uneasy in his heart, and for a moment didn't know what kind of answer he was expecting.

Yan Heyi seemed bewildered by the question, pulled out a peony plant from the porcelain vase, gestured left and right a few times, then inserted it back into its original place, pretending to be indifferent and said: "This flower is beautiful, it's a pity to throw it away."

After hearing this, Yuan Xi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if the dust had settled.

It's just that for some reason on the face, some don't want to laugh.

It seemed that he suddenly felt a little tired from smiling.

After a while, he tilted his head, and his tone was more playful than usual: "Just kidding, brother, don't take it seriously."

At this time, Yan Heyi seemed to regret the answer just now, feeling that she did not answer well, but also did not know how to answer properly.

He lowered his head and fiddled with the peonies in the porcelain vase, he didn't dare to look at Yuan Xi for a while, and said without words: "This flower is so beautiful."

It was time for lunch, and on the way back just now, the two dug up some spring bamboo shoots, which happened to be fried and eaten.

Yuanxi loves spring bamboo shoots the most, and when he saw Yan Heyi lighting a fire on the stove, he also came over.

It happened that there were still a few pieces of bacon hanging on the beam of the kitchen, Yan Heyi decided to use it to fry spring bamboo shoots: "The bacon tastes a bit choking when fried, go out and wait."

Yuan Xi whispered "Mmm" and exited the kitchen.

Peel off the white and plump spring bamboo shoots, wash them, cut them into thin slices, and put them into a pot to blanch.

Cut the onion and red pepper into sections, flatten a few pieces of garlic, cut the bacon into translucent small pieces, and blanch them in boiling water to remove the salty taste.

When frying bacon, put more oil in the pot, first saute the garlic and chili, then put the bacon slices, after frying until the oil is bright, pour in the spring bamboo shoots, then dig a spoonful of bean paste into it, and sprinkle a circle of rice wine along the side of the pot , and finally add green onions and fry a few times.

The top skin of the bacon is browned, the upper end is as bright as jade, and the lower end is as red as wax. It has a unique smoky smell in its mellowness, which is the real "firework smell".

The spring bamboo shoots are tender and fragrant, intertwined with the mellowness of the bacon, creating a unique taste on the tongue.

Yan Heyi shouted for Yuanxi to bring the bowl, but no one answered. He put the food on the table, covered it with an empty plate to keep warm, and went out to find Yuanxi.

Yuan Xi had just left the kitchen, and before he knew it, he came to the hillside where he and Aunt Gu were digging shepherd's purse that day.

He lay on the grass and gently closed his eyes.

The grass here is not as soft as that at noon, and it is a bit painful to lie on. Yuan Xi first thought about today's affairs, and then thought about other places, his mind was in a mess.

He felt itchy on his face, raised his hand to touch it, and actually touched tears.

I don't know when it started, but he was already in tears.

Yuan Xi was a little startled, he didn't know why he was crying, and he couldn't figure out what to cry for.

He pulled up his robe and gently covered his face.

After a long while, Yan Heyi came over and said, "Yuanxi—I'm going home for dinner—"

After a few chopsticks of spring bamboo shoots and fried bacon, Yuan Xi felt much happier, but when facing Yan Heyi, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

He took a few mouthfuls of rice sullenly, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, do you think I eat too much?"

Yan Heyi didn't know why he would ask such a question, so she reached out and put a piece of spring bamboo shoots into the bowl for him, and said softly, "I'm happy that you eat a lot."