The little man on the apex

It was getting late at night, and Yan Heyi rested her chin and quietly looked at Yuan Xi who was copying books opposite.

A brush writes effortlessly, without any jerky bottom, Yan Heyi can't help but be fascinated by it.

It should be borrowed from Yuanxi's purple bamboo pen to write, so that his hands will be more comfortable.

My hands are probably going to be red again.

Yuan Xi didn't dare to change his pen for the convenience of escaping. Yan Heyi's pen is thicker, and he really can't hold it.

However, he was used to it.

When he was a child, his family hired a good teacher and bought expensive pens, but no one ever paid attention to his hands that were often rubbed red or even broken.

Therefore, this purple bamboo pen is extremely precious.

Now, it is lying beside Yuanxi's pillow, and the piece of yellow silk inside is wrapped extremely finely.

Yuan Xi's hands were quick, and he wrote ten booklets in a row, and hid them under the desk after each book was written.

Amid Yuan Xi's steady breathing, Yan Heyi's hot heart gradually calmed down, her eyelashes fluttered, and she really fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, the dishes and chopsticks were already set on the table, and two fried eggs were lying on the plate, one with a slightly mushy edge and one with a runny heart.

Yan Heyi suddenly felt a little guilty.

-

In the afternoon, Yuan Xi was looking for work in the yard again. First, he cleaned the chicken coop that Yan Heyi had made, and then filled up the water tank.

After working for two consecutive days without much sleep at night, Yuan Xi's whole body seemed to be falling apart, and he was very sore.

Yan Heyi couldn't bear it, so she found an excuse for him to go out to play.

"I want to eat snails a little bit, you go to the pond and touch some."

He hesitated for a moment, then said: "Call Zhou Ziyu, let him teach you."

"Don't run around, come back early."

Seeing that there was a new way to play, Yuan Xi hastily agreed, and temporarily put aside the matter of copying books.

There are paddy fields in Ping'an Village. Around Qingming, the rice is planted, and there are snails in it.

But Zhou Ziyu said that the pond beside the field is the place with the most snails, and the few snails in the paddy field have already been touched by people.

Zhou Ziyu wanted to take Feng Wanlong with him, but he couldn't find him. The two met Xiaoyue again on the road, and they went together.

A few people rolled up their trouser legs and waded into the pond. Children like Zhou Ziyu, who grew up in Ping'an Village, thought they were used to touching snails.

Yuan Xi saw that he had never been in a pond like this before, his feet were sunk in the mud, and he had to work hard to take a step forward.

Xiaoyue was exceptionally light, and soon filled her small bamboo basket, and then ran over to help Yuanxi.

"By the way, my brother is coming back."

Yuan Xi vaguely remembered that Xiaoyue's elder brother was Zhao Jing, who grew up with Zhou Ziyu.

Zhou Ziyu raised his head, brushed a lock of forehead hair that fell on his face with his arm, "Xiaojing is coming back?"

Xiaoyue said crisply and authentically: "Yes! Mother said that he will be home around the time of Guyu."

Yuan Xi seemed to have some impressions of the time before and after Gu Yu, and asked casually, "Zi Yu, the last time you said you were engaged to Brother Feng, was it around Gu Yu?"

Xiaoyue took two quick steps and came over, she said in shock, "Are you going to get engaged?"

Zhou Ziyu nodded embarrassedly.

"When will the banquet be held? I haven't eaten steamed cakes for a long time."

"Brother Yuanxi, when we get married here, we can sit in a sedan chair or ride a horse, but usually the bride rides in a sedan chair and the bridegroom rides a horse. You can choose whoever's house you want to live with. It's okay if the two of you move out alone."

"The new husband is very good at riding a horse. You will know when you get married. Mr. Yan will lead the horse for you in front."

Xiaoyue seems to have tacitly agreed that Yuanxi will marry Yan Heyi.

In the beginning, Yuan Xi would always correct her, but recently it became more and more pleasing to her ears, so she stopped chasing and denying her.

Putting a large handful of snails into Yuanxi's bamboo basket, Xiaoyue temporarily stopped bending over, and continued: "However, I still prefer the bride's sedan chair, the silk hanging on it looks good and it's comfortable to sit on. "

"When going out, the host will make steamed cakes, and they are especially willing to put dates. They still use brown sugar and noodles, which are sweet and soft."

"Every table at the banquet has braised pork, such a big bowl, specially invited the chef who walks the banquet in the town to make it."

"Longan, peanuts, these are also..."

Xiaoyue reported a lot of food in one breath, which made Yuanxi swallow her saliva.

It's great to get married, there are so many things to eat, and there is Mr. Yan to lead the horse.

Unfortunately, my brother probably doesn't want to marry me.

I also don't want anyone else to lead the horse.

-

There is a saying in Ping'an Village, "Qingming snails are as fat as geese", and they are the fattest before Ming Dynasty. Now that Qingming has passed, if you don't eat a bite, you will have to wait until next year.

When the sky was full of red clouds, Yuan Xi returned home with a bamboo basket full of snails.

Put the sandy snails into the pot and blanch them in cold water and remove them. Put a lot of onions, garlic and ginger slices in the pot and fry until fragrant, and then throw some dried chili and peppercorns into it.

Yuanxi likes spicy food, so Yan Heyi put more peppers.

Pour in the snails and stir-fry, add some soy sauce and sugar, add half a bowl of rice wine, and then pour in a tablespoon of minced garlic. It’s best not to make it too dry. Leave some soup to make pancakes or bibimbap, so that you can live up to it. The deliciousness of the food.

Yan Heyi is very skillful in making snails. The snail meat and soup in the shell are eaten together, making people squint their eyes and feel drunk.

Yuan Xi held a thin needle and struggled to pick up the snail meat, the resentment in his eyes could no longer be hidden.

He picked for a long time, almost bent the needle, and finally ate the first bite of snail meat.

The snail meat the size of a red bean only stayed between the teeth for a moment, and then it was gone.

Yuan Xi lowered his head, struggling with the snail meat, when a small plate was pushed over.

Inside is a pile of snail meat, and a shallow layer of soup.

"For me?"

Yan Heyi nodded slightly.

Yuan Xi jumped up visibly with the naked eye, first fed Yan Heyi a large spoonful, and then sent the snail meat to his mouth like a whirlwind.

My brother picked it himself, and it was extra delicious.

There was only a pile of snail shells left on the table, Yan Heyi raised her right hand, and said slightly aggrieved: "The gauze is wet and soaked in soup."

Yuan Xi cherished Yan Heyi's right hand and took a look at it, then went to fetch the medicine box and put a new gauze on him.

The wound had already scabbed over, and logically it should not be torn by the gauze, but Yan Heyi still cried out in pain, so that Yuanxi could be lighter and wrapped for a longer time.

-

It was night again, and Yan Heyi repeated her old trick, pretending to sleep opposite Yuanxi with her chin in her hands.

Yuan Xi's hands were a little red from rubbing last night, and today he soaked in the pond for a while, so he had just written half a volume before the skin was worn out by the pen.

There were still a lot to copy, and he didn't dare to stop, nor did he care about the pain.

Yan Heyi saw Yuanxi's brows were furrowed and his hands were trembling, her heart softened completely.

While writing, Yuan Xi glanced at Yan Heyi, he was no longer as calm as when he was copying the book yesterday.

Yan Heyi couldn't help laughing when she saw his thief-like appearance.

To be exact, he could bear it, but he didn't want to, as if he couldn't wait to let Yuan Xi know that he had discovered his little secret.

Yuan Xi understood everything in an instant, his heart was trembling, he didn't dare to run, and he was still writing in his hands.

Yan Heyi changed her posture, supported her chin with her hands, narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked straight at Yuan Xi.

The two of them were deadlocked for a stick of incense, and Yuan Xi had finished writing the booklet in his hand, and he didn't dare to pick up a new one, so he froze there motionless.

Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore, and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, I was wrong."

Yan Heyi still half-closed her eyes, did not move, and said in a quiet voice: "Where is the mistake?"

Yuan Xi pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "You shouldn't lie and hide the fact that I can write."

"Brother, don't drive me away."

Yan Heyi couldn't always get angry with Yuanxi, even if she pretended to be angry, she couldn't hold on for too long.

He slowly opened his eyes, took the brush in Yuan Xi's hand, and gently rubbed his wrist, "I won't drive you away, Yuan Xi, as I said, this is also your home."

Those hands were skinned and hurt when pressed, Yan Heyi pulled Yuan Xi to the side of the bed, squatted down and applied the medicine to him.

When it was time to wrap the gauze, Yuan Xi clasped his palms and whispered: "There are still a lot of books to be copied, so I won't wrap the gauze, it's in the way."

"I'm not in pain, brother."

Yan Heyi stretched out his palm, wrapped it tightly with gauze, and said softly: "No need to copy."

Yuan Xi doubted: "There are still more than a dozen copies, I copied slowly."

Yan Heyi raised her eyes, reached out and rubbed Yuan Xi's head, "You have finished writing all the brochures for next year."