Don't be tempted, sir

Shen Yining twisted the white tassels of the headdress and looked at the embroidery pattern with curiosity, which was a needlework technique she had never seen before.

"Romance."

Shen Yining looked up: "Hmm? What?"

Song Xiaoyuan said gently: "The headdress you are wearing is called Wind, Flower, Snow and Moon."

"Feng Hua Xue Yue, that's a nice name, but how did Xiao Yuan know that? Did the store owner tell you?"

The corners of his mouth curved with a smile: "According to the Records of Yunnan, white women are called Jinhua, the tassels around your fingers are called Xiaguanfeng, the embroidery on the lower circle of your headdress is called Shangguanhua, the circle in the middle is the moon reflected by Kunmi River, and the white fluff on the top is the towering snow-capped mountains, hence the name Fenghuaxueyue."

"So that's why it's so vivid. It's all natural. Interesting!"

"It's going to be Xiaguan soon." Song Xiaoyuan looked at her with a smile on his face.

"it is good."

Suddenly the curtains were blown up, and the wind poured into the car, blowing the tassels up. Shen Yining had never seen such strong winds before, and his eyes narrowed: "It's really a howling wind, haha!"

The carriage was speeding along in a sunny and windy day. Shen Yining lifted the curtain and looked out: "Have we passed Xiaguan? Why are there no flowers?"

"The pearl flower is not in season yet. It will bloom in March. But..."

"I've never seen a Chaozhu flower before, but it must be very beautiful!"

"The Dianzhou Chronicles records that the flower of the Chaozhu flower is as big as a lotus, the fragrance can be smelled ten miles away, and the fruit can be made into Chaozhu."

"Is it like magnolia?"

"Maybe so."

"By the way, Xiao Yuan, you just couldn't argue..."

Song Xiaoyuan smiled warmly: "Although it is not the season of imperial beads, it is the season of camellia."

“Camellia!”

"The people of Shangguan love flowers, and every household grows camellia in their gardens."

Shen Yining suddenly remembered that there was also a tree in his garden, which should be in full bloom now. As the carriage moved forward, he saw today's destination, Kunmi River!

After getting off the car, I felt relaxed and happy. The vast expanse of blue lake reflected a myriad of light and shadows. Fishing boats were working under the sparkling waves, and seagulls were flying and gliding around the fishing boats. The scenery in the lake was pleasant. The two of us stopped to look at it, speechless. It seemed that we were integrated into it, forgetting our thoughts, as calm as the seagulls floating along the lake.

Song Xiaoyuan took out the Yunnan pancake he had just bought on the street from the carriage and handed it to Shen Yining: "You can feed the seagulls."

Taking the cake and tearing it open, Shen Yining took a bite of the Yunnan cake and said, "I really like this sweetness, this unique Yunnan! I used to think that the four seasons should be distinct, and flowers and snow would not be on the same path. In Yunnan, winter is like spring, and seagulls are not afraid of the cold."

Song Xiaoyuan looked out at the Kunmi River under the snow-capped mountains and said: "Maybe, the world needs a piece of spring like this, where everything can grow freely."

Shen Yining nibbled on the Yunnan biscuit and said, "Yes, otherwise where would Linghou stay?" Then he threw the unsweetened edge of the Yunnan biscuit into the air, attracting flocks of seagulls to fly over, their calls sounding the same as their name: "Gull~Gull~Gull~"

The gulls flew very close, and you could see their snow-white bodies, black feathers on the edges of their long wings, and red beaks and feet. They knew they had food, so they kept circling low in the sky. The two stood among the gulls, and Shen Yining looked up and said in surprise: "They are not afraid of people! Unlike ordinary birds, they always fly high in the sky and are difficult to approach!"

Song Xiaoyuan curved his lips and said: "There is a poem, the cold gulls play in the river bank, without any other words, it is also enough. But I want to turn the jade feathers and plant the spring seedlings at will."

Shen Yining looked up at the seagulls riding the wind: "They still need to bathe in the dark snow, and fly away in the wind. A few seagulls are on the vast sea, and their shadows are rustling in the sun. This is a poem by poet Du Fu!"

"Yes."

The sun was about to set, and the lake was shining. The golden light broke through the clouds and illuminated the lake. An old man on a fishing boat in the lake worked hard all day and returned home with a full load. He sang and drank as he rowed his boat back home. The two walked towards the shore, and yesterday's piano piece "Drunk Fisherman Singing at Dusk" appeared in it.

Song Xiaoyuan lowered his eyes and looked at Shen Yining, who was covered in the glow of the sunset, and smiled with curved lips: "Jinhua, are you hungry?"

Shen Yining looked up: "Hmm? Jinhua?" Forgetting what she was wearing, she followed his line of sight and said, "Haha, I forgot, um, um, a little bit! Are we going back?"

When the fisherman reached the shore, Song Xiaoyuan stepped forward and bowed, "Old man, may I ask if you want to sell this fish?"

The fisherman put down the fishing net in his hand and said: "Sell, sell! What kind do you want, sir?"

Shen Yining saw some black spots floating in the bucket, which did not look like there were any fish: "Old man, what is in this bucket? Why can't I see any fish?"

"Hahaha, Jinhua, you don't know that the bucket contains fish shreds. The whole body is transparent and you can see the bones."

"There are fish! And they are transparent! I have never heard of this before and I have never seen this before!"

Song Xiaoyuan curved his lips and said, "I understand Mandarin, would it be convenient for me to come to your house and taste this fish sashimi?"

Shen Yining then realized: "Old man, you..."

The old man smiled kindly and replied, "I passed the imperial examination when I was young, so I can speak Mandarin. I miss my home! I come back to my roots and become a fisherman on a boat. Good luck today, young master and Jinhua, follow me!"

Song Xiaoyuan helped to carry the bucket. Seeing that he was about to lift another bucket with his right hand, Shen Yining quickly grabbed it and asked, "Did you forget about your injury?"

"It's okay, give it to me."

Shen Yining picked up the remaining fish in the bucket with both hands. Although his tone was a little labored, he lifted it steadily: "I can do it! Let's go." A Wu drove the carriage and followed behind him.

The fishing village was not far away. Walking in the setting sun, he arrived at the old man's house. There were indeed camellias in full bloom in the garden. After putting the fish down, Song Xiaoyuan asked, "Are you tired?"

Shen Yining raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his face: "I'm not tired, I'm just too curious about what this shredded fish tastes like!"

"Yining looks like a real golden flower at this moment."

Shen Yining smiled happily. The light clothes really made it easier to work. The woman in the house came out to greet her family members. Although she didn't understand, she knew that she was hospitable. The old man put down the fishing net and talked to the woman, who turned around and went into the kitchen to work.

Shen Yining asked the old man: "Uncle, is there anything I can help you with?"

"It's okay, it's okay. Just sit down and enjoy the flowers. It will be fine in a moment."

"Old man, you should assign her some work, especially cleaning the leftover fish."

Old Wen smiled in understanding. The little girl must be curious about why the fish is transparent: "Okay, okay, Jinhua, come with me." He walked to the bucket and sifted out the water with a strainer. The remaining fish were small fish, and they were all transparent with black eyes visible: "This one doesn't need to be washed, it's already the cleanest."

Shen Yining carefully touched the fish in the strainer: "It's really transparent! Uncle, can this fish be kept alive?"

"Oh, no, I will die if I leave the Kunmi River."

I felt a little regretful, and wanted to take one or two home, so that Qizhu could see them. I had never seen them in Beijing. When they came to the kitchen, the old man went out to clean another bucket of fish, while Song Xiaoyuan and Awu were picking vegetables outside. Shen Yining watched the woman making the fish sashimi, and helped her out.

The woman divided the fish into two bowls, one bowl was filled with beaten eggs and a little flour sprinkled on it and mixed well. When the oil in the pan was hot, the leftover fish covered with flour was put into the pan. Instantly, the fish started to crackle and the aroma of the oil filled the air. The transparent fish turned white after preheating and was taken out when both sides were golden brown. The kitchen was filled with the crispy aroma.