The little man on the apex

"Master!"

"Master?"

"Master—"

Yan Heyi was holding a book and reading in the yard when she suddenly heard someone calling herself "Sanggong", she hurriedly turned her head and saw Yuan Xi was wearing only a pair of obscene trousers, leaning on the door frame, hooking herself finger.

It seemed that for a moment, Yan Heyi felt a burst of fire ignited from the inside out, her eyes were straightened, and she was about to get up and walk over, when an old voice suddenly sounded in her ear.

The voice seemed to come from all directions, and it kept repeating: "Concentrate on studying, and don't be fooled by the illusions in front of you."

"Illusion?" Yan Heyi stopped in her tracks.

"That's right, illusion." The old voice answered him, "Look, who is this person in front of you?"

A dazzling light flashed, and Yuan Xi, who was leaning on the door frame, suddenly changed his appearance. His upper body remained the same, but his lower body turned into a coiled snake tail. The obscene pants he was wearing were broken into pieces and scattered on the ground. .

The book in Yan Heyi's hand fell to the ground, and she cried out, "Yuanxi?"

The snake-tailed "Yuanxi" on the opposite side waved at him again, calling himself "Sanggong" softly with a well-behaved and pitiful affection.

Yan Heyi seemed to be bewildered by something, and walked forward on her own feet, the voice in her ear became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"Yuanxi, how did you become like this?" Yan Heyi stretched out her hand, caressing Yuanxi's cheek in disbelief.

"Brother, are you talking about this?" "Yuanxi" pointed to his own tail, "Don't you like it? Then I'll change back."

"Yuanxi" turned around in a circle, and the tail on the lower body disappeared, and changed back to the original pair of white and straight long legs.

Naked, standing on top of the debris of obscene pants.

Yan Heyi's panting gradually became quicker, and he couldn't help wrapping "Yuan Xi" in his arms in front of him, and became intimate with him without emotion, and whispered: "Yuan Xi, call your husband again to listen."

Yuan Xi fell into a drowsy sleep, and suddenly felt warmth on his cheeks, and there was a hand groping between his legs, and he woke up with a moan in his throat.

After waking up, he heard Yan Heyi's request to be called "Xianggong", and shrank back at a loss, but was dragged back by the waist.

In the dream, Yan Heyi's movements were not serious, Yuan Xi felt a little hurt, so he couldn't help but yelled, calling Yan Heyi out of the dream.

It took a long time for Yan Heyi to realize that it was just a dream. He panted heavily, his mind was full of images from the dream, which were extremely clear, and he couldn't help laughing silently.

Yuan Xi frowned slightly: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"I dreamed of you, Yuanxi." Yan Heyi hugged him again.

Yuan Xi stretched out his hand, checked Yan Heyi's body for abnormalities, and then buried his face in his hair: "Did you dream about me?"

"I dreamed that you called me Mrs. Gong, and..." Yan Heyi recalled the dream just now, she only dared to be beautiful in her heart, but she didn't know how to say it out.

Yuan Xi asked again: "What else?"

"And..." Yan Heyi thought for a while, picked up something unimportant, and said, "Also, you are a snake spirit, leaning on the door frame to seduce me, calling me Mr.

"Then... brother was fooled?"

Yan Heyi pinched his chin: "I can't resist such a pretty little fairy."

Yuan Xi curled his lips: "So, you just pounce...Then what about me?"

Yan Heyi was a little embarrassed, but suddenly remembered something, bit Yuan Xi's ear and asked, "I seem to have heard you shouting just now, but did it hurt you?"

"Hmm..." Yuan Xi turned over and turned his back to Yan Heyi, "My brother has calluses and red scabs on his hands, which are very worn."

"Angry?" Yan Heyi naturally knew what he was talking about. He put a sticker on Yuan Xi's body, passed his arm under his waist, and wrapped him in his arms, "Would you like to let me take a look? Is there any redness?"

Yuan Xi quickly grabbed Yan Heyi's hand on his waist, and buried his blushing face in his hair: "Brother is so rude, let's take a look at myself."

"Then... call Mr. Xiang to listen again?"

Yan Heyi woke up now, secretly worrying that it was just a dream.

Yuan Xi closed his eyes and ignored his words.

"Yuanxi? Yuanxi Yuanxi Yuanxi?"

Yuan Xi let out an "um" from his nose, as if he had just closed his eyes for a while, and was about to fall asleep again, and lazily said: "I'm a little fairy, brother, don't be fooled."

Yan Heyi leaned over again, and kissed Yuan Xi's shoulders and neck. Seeing that the little goblin really fell asleep, she turned her head again, glanced at the shimmering blue sky, and rested her chin on Yuan Xi's shoulder, I fell asleep with him again.

It was about the right time, and the two of them opened their eyes.

It's not that he woke up naturally after getting enough sleep, but that Tuanzi ran wildly around the village early in the morning. The two woke up.

In the past few days, the two of them got up together, and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast together.

Yan Heyi put on his clothes first, then grabbed Yuan Xi who was still in a daze, put on a short shirt for him, then rolled up all the things on the bed together with the mattress, and took them to dry on the bamboo poles in the yard.

Yuan Xi rubbed his eyes, helped Yan Heyi dry the sheets on the bed, looked up at the sun, frowned and sneezed: "Brother, it's really sunny today, it's so sunny so early."

"That's right." Yan Heyi propped up a bamboo pole in the yard and spread out the mattress evenly, "Yuanxi, help me move all the books out of the house to dry."

Yuan Xi nodded: "Okay."

There are three big boxes of Yan Heyi's books, and there are two piles of frequently read books on the desk. The two of them were sweating profusely, and they took out all the books together, and unfolded them on the stone table and stone bench in the yard.

"Brother, I remember that it was just sun-dried a while ago? Why does it smell a little again?"

"There is a lot of moisture in the corner of the room." Yan Heyi pulled a bamboo mat and placed it in the yard as a cushion, otherwise the stone tables and benches would be far from enough. "Today's Qixi Festival happened to have the habit of drying books, so I thought of taking them out." .”

He held up a book and waved it at Yuan Xi: "Look at this book, the one at the bottom is actually wet."

Yuan Xi ignored his words, and grasped the main point of the words by himself: "Brother, what day do you say is today?"

"Qixi." Yan Heyi frowned slightly, feeling sorry for his precious book.

"Qixi...you just lead me to dry the books?"

Only then did Yan Heyi come to her senses, and quickly made up for it: "Qixi has a habit of drying books, and it's hot and humid during the dog days, and worms won't grow after drying them. Look at this pile of books?"

He took a flat stack of paper to Yuanxi, unfolded it, and found that it was full of calligraphy and paintings made by the two of them before, including the "Little Ancestor Playing Chicken".

Yuan Xi flipped through them one by one: "Brother, you actually kept them all."

"Yeah, this one is my drawing of dumplings, and later you quietly erased the word "tuanzi" that I wrote and changed it to "Xiaohei", remember? "

Tuanzi has excellent hearing and is also very keen on his own name. When he heard Yan Heyi say something like "Tuanzi" and "Xiao Hei", he hurried over stepping on the books all over the floor.

Yuan Xi held it by the back of the neck, pulled it into his arms, sat cross-legged on the bamboo mat, and talked to it by himself.

Yan Heyi saw the opportunity and quickly slipped into the kitchen.

It was only after he woke up in the morning that he suddenly realized that today was Qixi Festival.

A few days ago, Yan Heyi had ground the bean flour and was going to make glutinous rice sticks for Yuanxi to eat that day. Later, she was busy looking for a matchmaker to make a marriage arrangement, so she forgot about it.

Fortunately, at last, this good day was not skipped.

Eating glutinous rice noodles is a custom of Qixi Festival in the area of ​​Huishou Mountain. Mix glutinous rice flour and bean flour, add a little sake, and make a dough, then steam it in a pot.

Throw the steamed dough into a stone pound, and then beat it with a stone hammer just like when making glutinous rice cakes, until the dough is slightly dry, then cut it into small strips with a knife, and fry it in an oil pan.

The fried glutinous rice noodles will pop, the outer skin is golden and crispy, but the inner is soft and glutinous. Wrap the outer surface with honey or jam, and the glutinous rice noodles are made. The taste is sweet and delicious, which is exactly the taste of Yuanxi.

During the Qixi Festival, the town is very lively. The streets are full of fruit sellers, flower sellers, and colorful thread sellers.

At night, colorful lights will be hung on the largest stone bridge. Men and women pass by the bridge, watching the waves reflected in the river, and feelings will naturally arise.

The two of them were supposed to go to the town to play, but Yan Heyi's ankle was still not healed, Yuanxi insisted not to let him walk more, unless he was asked to carry him on his back, otherwise he would just stay in Ping'an Village honestly.

Yan Heyi glanced at Yuan Xi's thin and small body, and quickly dismissed the idea.

However, Ping'an Village is lively enough, especially by the waterside of Lanxi. Within three or two steps, there are a few little girls or teenagers with their hair loose, combing or washing by the water.

Qixi Festival is related to the legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. There is a Milky Way in it, so the customs about water are naturally indispensable.

On this day, washing your hair by the river or by the spring is like being dipped in the Milky Way water, which can wash away the filth on your body and make you clear.

It just so happened that the autumn tiger hadn't left yet, and the weather was very hot. Washing your hair by the water, and playing with the water by the way, can refresh you a lot.

Yan Heyi still took Yuanxi to the hillside on the day of the Shangsi Festival, and washed his hair and upper body with him in a deserted place, and finally got wet all over his body inevitably.

Fortunately, the sun was hot, and after standing below for a while, the clothes on my body were completely dry.

Just as I was about to see the lotus, I bumped into Zhou Ziyu head-on, and there was a young man who looked like a hill beside him, whoever it was if it wasn't Zhao Jing.

Sticking together on this day, Yan Heyi exchanged glances with Yuan Xi, as if to say: "Are they done?"

"Yuanxi, Mr. Yan." Zhou Ziyu waved at them, "I'm going to find you."

Zhao Jing opened the paper bag in his hand and handed it to Yuan Xi: "Taste the freshly made Qiao Guo from the small teahouse in the town."

When Yuan Xi saw that there was something to eat, he didn't bother to ask other questions. He saw six Qiaoguo neatly lying in the paper bag, and each one had a different shape.

"This one is peach blossom fruit, this one is preserved apricot fruit, and this round one is almond fruit." Zhou Ziyu said to Yuan Xi one by one, "They are all sweet, I know you like them, and you don't even look at the lights at night Come on, send it to you quickly."