The little man on the apex

This time, there was no black smoke and burnt smell as imagined, and when Yuan Xi came in with a plate, it also brought a smell of garlic.

Yan Heyi was only stunned for a moment, and then guessed roughly: This is probably a cold dish.

Yuan Xi put the white porcelain plate in front of Yan Heyi as if offering a treasure, and looked at him expectantly.

Yan Heyi showed an expression of surprise at the right time, and asked softly, "Is this... sanzi? Is there another way to eat it?"

Yuan Xi pushed the plate towards Yan Heyi again, nodded heavily and said, "Mixed with garlic, it's delicious!"

Sanzi are burnt and crispy, but if you eat too much, you will inevitably feel a little greasy.

Break the Sanzi into small pieces, pour the mashed garlic on it, and it becomes this Sanzi mixed with garlic.

Garlic is a very magical food. It can not only stimulate the aroma of all kinds of meat, but also reduce the greasiness. It is a perfect match with meat and fried food.

Yan Heyi stuffed a spoonful into her mouth, and the crispy glutinous rice dumplings were wrapped in mashed garlic, which became more delicious the more she chewed.

It is the kind of fragrance that you want to eat the next spoonful immediately.

Yuan Xi seemed to think that Yan Heyi's food was too gentle, so he took a spoon full and brought it to Yan Heyi's mouth: "Brother, this tastes delicious only if you eat it with a big mouthful."

Seeing that Yan Heyi didn't respond, Yuan Xi stretched the spoon forward again:

"Open your mouth, ah—"

Yan Heyi's parents passed away when he was very young, maybe since then, no one will feed him.

He was slightly stunned for a moment before opening his mouth obediently.

I don't know if it's because it's really good to eat the minced garlic noodles, or because it's fed by Yuanxi, Yan Heyi thinks this big spoonful is extra delicious.

Yuan Xi narrowed his eyes contentedly: "Isn't it delicious? This is what I grew up eating."

Yan Heyi nodded with a smile, and glanced at the spoon in Yuanxi's hand.

Seeing that Yuan Xi didn't understand, he actually poked his head over and opened his mouth slightly: "Ah—"

In the past 20 years, except when her parents were around, Yan Heyi would never do this kind of action.

He has been used to being alone since he was very young, and even rejected all dependence, so he is always cold towards people, neither close nor far away.

I don't know what happened today, he always wanted to play tricks on Yuan Xi, wishing he could become a child who needed to be taken care of.

When bandaging the wound, he could bear the pain, but he screamed exaggeratedly several times. Now, he doesn't even want to do it himself even to eat.

Yuan Xi's seemingly non-existent dependence on Yan Heyi seemed to be very beneficial, he hurriedly filled a large spoonful of garlic paste and mixed it with Sanzi, and put it into Yan Heyi's mouth.

The spoon in his hand stretched out faster and faster, before Yan Heyi could finish chewing, another large spoon was stuffed into his mouth, which made his cheeks bulge, and accidentally got shattered by a stencil and scratched his lips.

In less than half a moment, a large plate of minced garlic mixed with sanzi all entered Yan Heyi's stomach.

He silently took a sip of porridge to soothe his stinging mouth.

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The two of them smeared sticky ink for a long while before finally finishing their breakfast.

Yuan Xi pushed Yan Heyi, who got up to wash the dishes, on a chair, and went to the kitchen with the cups.

Yan Heyi leaned back on the back of the chair, half-closed her eyes, and looked gratefully at her injured right hand.

Yuanxi washed the dishes quickly, and it was commendable that he didn't break anything.

Seeing Yuan Xi coming back, Yan Heyi hurriedly got up from the chair, walked to the desk and said, "It's time to copy the books."

"It's really not the right time to hurt your hand. There are still two days off. I'm afraid I can't finish copying."

When he said this, he glanced at Yuan Xi quietly, only to see that Yuan Xi lowered his head slightly, biting his lips lightly, wondering what he was thinking.

Walking to the desk, Yan Heyi pretended to count the copied volumes, then sighed softly and said, "If I can copy fourteen volumes today, there is still time."

He unfolded a blank book, pulled the inkstone over and poured in a few drops of clear water, and then began to grind the ink, while sneaking a glance at Yuan Xi.

Yuan Xi finally came over as he wished, paused, and said softly: "Brother, you must have not slept well last night, go to bed and rest for a while, and there will be time to copy in the afternoon."

What he thought in his heart was that when Yan Heyi went to bed and fell asleep, he would quietly come over and copy, and then at night, he would quietly mix the written books into the book that Yan Heyi was going to write in the afternoon.

However, Yan Heyi seemed to know his plan, and insisted on copying the book now, Yuan Xi didn't dare to say anything, so he had to give up.

He was nervous, and for the first time, he was not interested in going out to play, but was looking around in the room, trying to find something to do.

Let's do the laundry.

Coincidentally, the clothes that my brother changed the day before yesterday have not had time to wash, and they are hanging on the shelf now.

Carrying the bucket to the well, he fetched some clean water, poured it into a large wooden basin, and then brought a small bench, Yuanxi washed his clothes in the yard.

He soaked Yan Heyi's gown in water, sprinkled some saponin powder, and made bubbles on the washboard.

Only after washing did she find that the gown was wrapped in the obscene clothes and trousers that Yan Heyi had replaced.

Yuan Xi pinched the hem of his clothes and lifted them into the air. Looking at the thin layer of cloth that was wet and translucent, he thought of Yan Heyi's blushing silhouette during the spring bath on the Shangsi Festival.

His mind was wandering, he stared blankly at the obscene clothes in his hand, as if he saw that scene again, his cheeks were really a little red.

After a long while, Yuan Xi shook his head embarrassingly, and then he got out of his presumptuous imagination, and continued to bend down and scrub the clothes in his hands.

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Seeing that Yuan Xi had gone out, Yan Heyi stopped the pen in her hand, took out the seven booklets she had written, and carefully compared the handwriting on them.

The handwriting on the several booklets is very similar, they are all Fang Zhi's block letters, and at first glance they are indeed written by one person.

But Yan Heyi searched intently, but found some subtle differences: the words on the next few booklets were heavier than the first few books, and because the paper used was cheap, some places were blurred Some ink marks.

Yan Heyi smiled silently, and sighed secretly: "My little ancestor's handwriting...is so handsome, even better than mine."

He added another sentence in his heart: "It's much better than what I wrote..."

Yan Heyi picked up a booklet and couldn't help sinking in to admire it.

At this time, Yuan Xi suddenly ran in, and Yan Heyi hurriedly put down the booklet in her hand, pretending to tidy up the desk.

Yuan Xi raised his wet hands and said happily: "Brother, come quickly!"

After finishing speaking, he ran out, turned around when he reached the door, and called Yan Heyi again.

Yan Heyi went out with her, and saw Yuanxi pick up a piece of thin bamboo, dip it in the big wooden basin, turn around, put the bamboo in his mouth, and blow a big breath on Yan Heyi.

Crystal bubbles flew out of the thin bamboo tube, shining brilliantly under the sun.

Yan Heyi stared at those bubbles, and couldn't see them.

Yuanxi was wrapped in bubbles, as if standing in a charming dream.

Yan Heyi took advantage of the opportunity and sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, smiling and watching Yuan Xi blowing bubbles in front of him, she was a little crazy again.

When I turned my head, I saw a few clothes hanging on the clothes rail next to me, also stained with many colored bubbles.

He squinted his eyes, thinking it was his own illusion.

It doesn't seem to be an illusion.

Yan Heyi went over to touch it, and when the bubbles on the clothes were touched, a few drops of water exploded, and when she pinched her hands, many more bubbles came out of the clothes.

To be precise, it should be bubbles, sparkling bubbles.

Only then did Yan Heyi realize that her obscene clothes and trousers were hanging wildly beside the gown, and she felt a little embarrassed.

Usually, Yan Heyi came to wash the clothes of the two of them, but this time his hand was injured, so he hadn't had time to wash them.

Seeing Yan Heyi standing here for a long time, Yuan Xi leaned over again, and said a little nervously, "What's the matter? Brother, did I wash well?"

Good, great, the clothes will spit bubbles, it can be said to be the only one in the world.

Yan Heyi was a little dumbfounded, but every time he saw Yuan Xi's face, he lost his temper completely, only affection remained.

He asked patiently, "How many times have you rinsed the clothes after washing them with saponin powder?"

Yuan Xi seemed a little confused: "Rinse? I rubbed the clothes a few times and then hung them to dry. My brother's clothes are not dirty."

Yan Heyi gave a "puchi" smile, rubbed Yuanxi's head helplessly, and said in a warm voice, "There will be bubbles in saponin powder."

Yuan Xi frowned, with a look of "I know, I've been playing for a long time".

Yan Heyi pointed to the long gown on the clothes rail, and said: "The bubbles on the clothes should be rinsed with clean water, otherwise they will itch when worn after they dry."

Yuan Xi made an expression of sudden realization, and quickly tore off a few clothes on the clothes rail and hugged them in his arms: "I'm going to rinse."

Seeing Yuan Xi going to fetch water again, Yan Heyi couldn't bear it, walked over hurriedly, took the bucket and said, "Let me come, it's so heavy."

Yuan Xi shook his head: "It's not heavy, brother, I can do it."

After speaking, he threw the bucket into the well. After it was filled with clean water, he pulled the rope and lifted the bucket easily.

It was only then that Yan Heyi realized that although Yuan Xi was younger and thinner and fairer, he was still a very tall and straight man after all.

For the convenience of washing clothes, Yuan Xi rolled up his sleeves up to his upper arms, and rolled up his trousers, revealing a section of his pretty calves, which were dazzlingly white under the noon sun.

Yan Heyi tried not to pay attention to him, but her eyes still drifted there uncontrollably.

A pair of white and tender calves, when they move, there are some powerful lines inside.

The cloth shoes on his feet were a little wet, so Yuan Xi took off his socks and pulled the shoes halfway, a slender tendon protruding from his ankle.

Yan Heyi felt that he was determined not to stay in the yard any longer, so he made an excuse to copy books and entered the house as if he had fled.

The desk is facing the window, and you can see Yuanxi in the yard when you look up.

So in the next half an hour, Yan Heyi only wrote half a page, and the ink from the tip of the pen couldn't bear it, dripping onto the paper, leaving a row of ink dots.