The little man on the apex

Yuan Xi finished rinsing the clothes with bubbles, wandered around the yard a few times, and looked at the egg baby in the kitchen.

There was really nothing to do, so he craned his neck and looked in the window.

Yan Heyi was staring at Yuanxi dazedly, seeing his gaze coming, she hurriedly lowered her head and coughed a few times.

Brother really didn't find out?

Seeing that Yan Heyi was seriously copying the book, Yuan Xi finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had done a perfect job.

He jumped into the room and leaned towards Yan Heyi: "Brother, I thought you were going to sleep."

Yan Heyi turned her face sideways and said softly, "I'm not tired."

Yuan Xi bent down to look at the booklet that Yan Heyi was writing, and asked tentatively, "How much more have you written?"

Yan Heyi wrote like a snail, and said as she wrote, "It's worth writing two more pages."

Yuan Xi immediately opened his eyes wide when he heard the words, silently calculating his workload.

I only wrote two pages in one morning, and I am afraid that my brother can only copy one at most today, and there are more than 20 more. Should I write all of them?

The hand will be broken.

Yuan Xi suppressed the shock in his heart, and said with a concerned expression: "It's okay, brother, go rest on the couch, I'll make the bed for you."

Go to sleep, go to sleep, I will write when I fall asleep, and then hide what I have written, and when my brother writes a few more books at night, I will sneak in, and I will definitely not be found.

Yan Heyi waved at him: "Yuanxi, come here."

Yuan Xi returned to the desk again, wondering: "What are you doing?"

Yan Heyi took out a blank piece of paper, and turned a page forward in the booklet she was copying just now: "Copying books is boring, let me teach you how to write a few words."

He pushed the booklet towards Yuanxi, and said softly, "Have you ever read the Book of Songs?"

Yuan Xi shook his head pretendingly: "I haven't read it."

Yan Heyi pointed to the words on the booklet, and read slowly: ""Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river continent, a fair lady, a gentleman likes a good girl.""

He turned his head and said to Yuan Xi, "Do you know what it means?"

Yuan Xi seemed to be thinking seriously: "There is a river, there are ladies, and there are gentlemen. They are probably playing with water."

Yan Heyi couldn't help laughing, and explained: "It means that the Guanguan and singing Jujiu are accompanied on the small island in the river. That beautiful and virtuous woman is the gentleman's spouse."

"He means spouse."

"understand?"

Yuan Xi nodded slightly, then tilted his head and said, "Why can't a man be a gentleman's "good guy"? "

Yan Heyi was at a loss for words for a while, and replied vaguely: "I didn't say I couldn't."

Yuan Xi raised his eyebrows, and said happily: "Is that possible?"

Yan Heyi hesitated for a while, then replied: "Maybe."

Yuan Xi shook his head and said: "That is, a slim man, a gentleman is so good?"

Yan Heyi felt that his sentence didn't make sense, but she didn't know how to correct it, so she could only say: "The word man is indecent."

Yuan Xi asked the bottom line: "Then how should I say it?"

Yan Heyi bit the bullet and said: "For example, a handsome boy at your age is called..."

Before Yan Heyi finished speaking, Yuan Xi's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "I'm a boy, and my brother is a gentleman."

"A young man like me is the 'good boy' of a gentleman like my brother?"

"Yoyao Yuanxi, how are you, sir?"

"Really? Brother?"

Yan Heyi listened to this sentence inexplicably, but felt that it was outrageous, and said helplessly: "Can't we compare it like this?"

Yuan Xi leaned closer to Yan Heyi again, bent sideways, stared straight into Yan Heyi's eyes, and asked sincerely: "What does the "good guy" in my brother's heart look like? "

"pretty?"

"muscular?"

"Could it be that he is talented?"

"Do you need to know how to work?"

Every time Yuan Xi asked a question, he leaned half an inch towards Yan Heyi until the two were so close that their breath hit each other's face.

Yan Heyi dodged the extremely fiery eyes, lowered her eyes and said: "I...I didn't think about it."

Yuan Xi withdrew his gaze, straightened up, took a deep breath and said, "It's not like me anyway, is it?"

Yan Heyi blurted out, "No...it's not."

Yuan Xi leaned forward again, tilted his head and asked softly, "Isn't it?"

Yan Heyi really didn't know how to answer, so she picked up a pen and dipped it in some ink, handed it over, and stammered: "Look...read the poem, write these words down, let me have a look."

Yuan Xi didn't wait for Yan Heyi's answer, but he seemed to have confirmed his own answer.

He took the pen, casually held the pen, and began to scribble.

Yan Heyi looked at the ghostly characters on the paper, and couldn't help thinking: It's really embarrassing for my little ancestor. The habit of writing is not easy to change. It is still very laborious to write so ugly without any traces of carving.

He whispered, "Why are your hands shaking?"

Yuan Xi looked pitiful again: "I'm afraid I can't write well."

Yan Heyi said softly, "I'll teach you."

After speaking, he took Yuan Xi's hand.

The moment they touched each other, their bodies went numb at the same time.

She wanted to play tricks on Yuan Xi, but Yan Heyi couldn't keep her guard up when she really held his hand, and she couldn't even breathe unconsciously.

Yuan Xi's fingers were slender and thin, and his palm was also thin, but it was extraordinarily soft to pinch.

Yan Heyi was in a dilemma, so she had to bite the bullet and hold Yuan Xi's hand tightly, leading him to write those few words.

"Guan Guan Jujiu—"

"In River Island—"

It seemed that it took a long time before the two of them finished writing the first two sentences.

The eight characters on the paper, at first glance, all looked like soldiers who were extremely sleepy. On the surface, they were standing upright with strength, but inside they were fighting against themselves.

Yan Heyi couldn't bear it any longer, she hurriedly let go of Yuan Xi's hand, and then managed to breathe.

He put the hand holding Yuan Xi behind his back, cleared his throat and said, "You write the next two sentences yourself."

Yuan Xi responded readily, dipped his pen in the ink, picked up the pen and wrote down the two sentences on the paper.

"Yo Tiao Yuanxi—"

"Good morning, sir—"

He put down the brush in his hand, and asked with crooked eyebrows, "Brother, how is my writing?"

Yan Heyi raised her hand, gently scratched the tip of Yuanxi's nose, and said in a deep voice, "Don't mess around."

Yuan Xi lowered his head slightly, and said somewhat disappointedly: "Got it."

Suddenly, some sadness welled up in his heart, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

Yuan Xi hurriedly pinched his fingertips, then looked at the sun outside the window, and said softly: "Brother, are you hungry? I'll go cook."

Yan Heyi grabbed Yuan Xi's arm: "Let me go, you practice calligraphy here."

Today Yuanxi cooked breakfast and washed clothes, Yan Heyi felt a little bit reluctant.

Furthermore, it was too risky for Yuan Xi to cook.

Since I had to take care of his face and not interfere too much, I also had to keep an eye on the movement in the kitchen so that I could rush over at any time and rescue Yuan Xi from the choking black smoke.

Yan Heyi seemingly unintentionally removed the pair of words written by the two on the table, carefully rolled them up, and put them in a wooden tube next to the desk, and then spread out a blank piece of paper for Yuan Xi to write on.

After Qingming, the grass and trees gradually flourish, and there is never a shortage of fresh vegetables in the kitchen. There are different vegetables grown in the garden, dug in the field, and sent by neighbors at any time.

Now, in the bamboo basket on the kitchen stove, there are a lot of pea sprouts neatly stacked.

It is very worry-free to plant pea seedlings. The pea seedlings sown in spring just grow up around Qingming. They are picked every half a month, and they can be harvested about eight times in a row.

This dish is very tender and can be stir-fried.

Serve with sliced ​​garlic or chili, and turn it quickly over high heat, being careful not to overcook it.

A plate of pea sprouts came to the table, the two of them moved their index fingers, and there was not even vegetable soup left.

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It was finally getting dark, Yan Heyi, who had been copying books all afternoon by the desk, rubbed her eyes, glanced at Yuan Xi, who was also peeking at him, and suddenly thought about it.

He rested his chin on his hands, slowly closed his eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

Yuan Xi observed for a while, and really sneaked over, raised his hand in front of Yan Heyi's eyes, and called him softly a few times, seeing that Yan Heyi hadn't moved, he picked up the brush.

Yan Heyi felt that Yuan Xi was standing opposite, hunched over and writing vigorously, his heart suddenly beat a little faster, and his breathing became jerky.

It has always been like this these days, as long as Yan Heyi gets a little closer to Yuanxi, he will be flustered, and if there is any touch, he will be even more unable to control his changes.

The arm supporting his chin was a little stiff, as if no matter how hard he exerted it, he simply turned his head away and used another hand to support it, to tease Yuan Xi.

Seeing Yan Heyi move, Yuan Xi broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly closed the booklet he was writing, and hid it behind his back.

Because he was too nervous, he didn't care about the writing brush in his hand. With a flick of the pen tip, it swept across Yan Heyi's face, leaving an ink mark an inch below his eyes.

Yan Heyi:? !

Yuan Xi:? !

Yuanxi: It's over.

After waiting for a while, Yuan Xi breathed a sigh of relief when Yan Heyi did not move.

My brother slept really deeply.

He tiptoed around to the opposite side, leaned over to look at the ink marks on Yan Heyi's face, raised his hand to wipe it away like a ghost, but accidentally dizzy the ink marks even more.

Yuan Xi thought for a moment, took up the handkerchief and ran to the yard, dipped in some well water.

He got close, and gently wiped the ink marks on Yan Heyi's face with a wet veil.

Yuan Xi's warm breath patted Yan Heyi's face, rubbing together with Yan Heyi's chaotic breath.

The wet veil was a little cold, and it seemed to stick to Yan Heyi's cheeks, but Yan Heyi felt that his body was very hot, and finally couldn't stand it anymore, and moved his throat indiscernibly.

Mouth seems dry again.

Yuan Xi got closer and closer, and then simply stopped what he was doing, and stared at Yan Heyi intently.

What does your brother like?

Should I be more diligent?

What do you mean by saying that I am a handsome boy at my age?

Dislike me for being too young and not tasty enough?

Does my brother like old ones?

Yuan Xi suddenly felt that no matter how hard he worked, he couldn't bridge the gap.

Although Yan Heyi closed her eyes, she could feel the scorching gaze cast on her face. It seemed that this short period of less than a stick of incense turned into a long torment.

The author says:

①: From "The Book of Songs Zhou Nan Guan Ju".

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