National actor of Korean entertainment

16. Jiangnan

At the end of July, Hangzhou has already passed the season of "the lotus leaves are boundless in the sky, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun". The flowering season of the lotus is gradually coming to an end. Swaying with the wind, there are small boats on the lake from time to time to open the blue waves, and the lotus picking girl supports the bamboo pole and sings the lotus picking song on the bow of the boat.

"Grandma, Mingxi wants to eat sticky glutinous rice and lotus root cake." Sitting in the car back to grandma's house, Mingxi nestled in grandma's comfortable arms, softly talking about what she wanted to eat, "I want to eat something made by grandma West Lake vinegar fish, and sweet wine balls."

"Okay, grandma will prepare delicious snacks for our snacks when she goes back. Put more glutinous rice in the glutinous rice and lotus root cake, add more glutinous rice balls, add more meatballs to the sweet wine balls, and have more sugar and less vinegar in the West Lake vinegar fish. Later, I will ask your grandpa to go to the side of the West Lake to buy fresh fish. By the way, I will go to Aunt Wang’s house by the lake to buy a few fish that have been hungry for a few days.” Lovingly pinching Ming Xi’s pretty little nose, Mrs. Yang told a series of Ming Xi’s eating habits.

Mingxi likes to eat the West Lake vinegar fish made by his grandmother the most. Every time he comes to summer vacation, he can eat a small fish by himself.After listening to what grandma said, Xiao Mingxi frowned, and shouted loudly, "Grandma is the best~~!"

Mr. Yang, who was sitting in the front row, looked at the grandparents and grandchildren in the back row who were discussing their lunch in high spirits. The rising arc of the corner of his mouth showed that Mr. Yang was in a good mood, and he couldn't help but start to look forward to it.

"Mingxi, take the bowl on the table and go to Grandma Zhang's house at the street corner to buy some tofu nao, and grandma will make you some pancakes in the morning to soak in it." The first time Xiao Mingxi ate the tofu nao from Grandma Zhang's house in the street corner alley. I fell in love with the smooth and refreshing feeling that stays between the lips and teeth.It is even more delicious when paired with the crispy sesame seed cakes made by grandma. This is what Mingxi never tires of eating in the morning.

"Old man, follow Mingxi, watch and don't get lost." Mrs. Yang understands better than anyone else that keeping the child by her side and not letting the child do anything is intended for the child's benefit, but in fact it can only The child is raised and wasted.If you don't let them go, children will never grow up.

"Thank you, grandma." Xiao Mingxi, who came out of Grandma Zhang's house, was holding a large blue and white porcelain bowl filled with fragrant tofu nao just out of the pot in her white and tender hands, and there were a few flowers on her head that grandma had just picked from the backyard in the morning. Under the white dewy gardenias.Mingxi listens to his grandmother so much, and later must ask his grandmother to sprinkle more sugar in Mingxi's tofu brain.Thinking of this, Mingxi walked through the alley towards home happily, with frowned eyebrows.Seeing her innocent smile and smelling the faint fragrance of gardenias in the air, Mr. Yang, who had been following her all this time, couldn't help but feel bright.

Since coming to Jiangnan, Mingxi's life has been very regular. He gets up at seven o'clock in the morning, goes out with his grandparents for a half-hour walk around the West Lake, and then goes home together.After breakfast, listen to grandpa telling stories under the big banyan tree in the courtyard, or go out to visit the surrounding places of interest with grandpa and grandma, go boating on the West Lake, pick lotus seeds, wear a bamboo hat made of lotus leaves, and grandma helps Mingxi bring fresh After the lotus seed heart of the freshly picked lotus seeds is removed, the lotus seeds are sweet and delicious.I have also been to the Broken Bridge and the Leifeng Pagoda. I really hate Xu Xian's irresponsible man who wants to be saved by the white lady.

Along the way, grandma told ancient legends, and grandpa added from time to time.Hearing this, Xiao Mingxi was stunned for a while, Chinese culture is really extensive and profound.In the afternoon when I don’t go out, I follow my grandfather to learn to write calligraphy in the study. One stroke at a time, Mingxi writes crookedly like caterpillars crawling out from the beginning, and now he writes a set of them. It is also decent, with edges and corners.After the heat subsides at night, I run and play with the Chinese friends I just met in the alleys extending in all directions.

Listening to the sound of a young girl reading aloud from the courtyard, Mrs. Yang, who was packing up lunch in the kitchen, showed nostalgic emotions. She also liked reading when she was a little girl, and she would be able to sleep in her father's study as soon as she stayed. all day.Thinking about it, Mrs. Yang's eyes became wet again.Can't think too much, Mingxi is still hungry, waiting to eat fish, Mrs. Yang speeds up the speed of scraping fish scales.

When Mr. Yang was young, he was a well-known brush master in the whole country. His beautiful European style won him the envy and admiration of countless people. Mr. Qi Gong praised his character. Sometimes I feel a little proud of my beautiful brush calligraphy.After the dark Cultural Revolution in China, many great writers died and went abroad. Nowadays, there are only a handful of people who can be called masters in calligraphy, and Mr. Yang is one of them.It's just that the old man rarely has calligraphy handed down after he gets old, and usually writing and painting are just for self-entertainment.Because of this, everyone in the south of the Yangtze River knows that Mr. Yang's calligraphy is hard to find.A few years ago, a wealthy man knew that the old man liked the tea ceremony, so he asked the old man for a calligraphy with a set of top-quality purple clay teapot cups produced in Jingdezhen during the Republic of China, but the old man was not sensitive to his thanks.

It's a bit wasteful to be Xiao Mingxi's first teacher now, but who will make Mr. Yang happy.This is the brush and inkstone that your mother used back then. On the first day Xiao Mingxi started learning calligraphy, the old man took out a small box from under the bookcase and dug out his dusty memories for many years. "I'll give you the set that your uncle used when he was a child to your cousin in Beijing, and leave the set that your mother used to you." The old man said with admiration.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the wind in the house brought the curtains to blow dutifully, and the time suddenly became very peaceful. Mr. Yang was sitting on the rocking chair and looking at the distance not far away. Ming Xi squinted his eyes, it's rare for this child to be able to sit still at such a young age, it's like her mother's calmness and intelligence when she was a child.Touching the purple sand teapot that I often drink tea in my hand, I silently lamented the cruelty of time in my heart.

Mingxi has been staying at his grandmother's house in Jiangnan for almost half a month. Occasionally, he thinks about his parents who don't know where they are now. It must be that his father took his mother on a long honeymoon. Every summer vacation, his parents will He sent himself to stay with his grandparents for a while, saying that he was going out for honeymoon, but he never brought Mingxi with him.Mingxi asked his father curiously why he couldn't take Mingxi with him.Dad said that Mingxi's prince will take Mingxi with him in the future. Why is it a prince? Mingxi actually wants knights more than princes. In fairy tales, it is knights who save the princess in the end.Mingxi thought so, the ring necklace hanging around his neck was shining under the reflection of the sun.

"Mingxi, come and help grandma peel the lotus seeds." Whenever they saw Mingxi holding his cheeks with his two small hands, and his thoughts were wandering in the sky, he would call out to Mingxi. Give her a chance to think more.