Die Meng Wencai

It’s okay to take a shower or something, she didn’t sweat anyway, as for her homework, she only needs to be above average, and sat in the room with a drawing paper and a few homemade pencils of different shades to draw, although it was only a surprise in front of the mountain gate. A glimpse, but the time she faced with him yesterday and today was enough for her to grasp his demeanor.Gradually, a young man with a bow and a quiver appeared on the paper, handsome and proud, with a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth, he didn't even get off the armored horse, thanks to her excellent eyesight, she remembered this moment many things.With constant adjustments and corrections, the picture became more and more detailed and the characters more and more realistic, but this took a lot of time, but Hanxiao got used to her not disturbing her when she was painting, and even put her lunch on the side gently, Wait until she is willing to let go and eat by herself.This painting was painted until dusk, looking at the beautiful eyes in the painting that seemed to be filled with stars, the sweetness in my heart quietly gathered and merged into a spring.

Lying on the window sill and looking at the crabapple, she doesn't know what other people's rooms are like, but she is quite satisfied with this room. Several crabapple plants have been planted for many years, and the lush branches and leaves set off the delicate flowers, which is indescribably just right.But when I think of the saying "Begonia has no fragrance", I also feel deeply regretful. I love the song "Falling off the east wind and full face makeup, poor butterfly powder and bee madness" among the songs about Begonia.From now on, who can say what it means, a spring heart pays for Begonia', looking at the flowers and trees in front of me, I suddenly became interested in composing poems.

"The green tender pink in front of the steps is enchanting, not far away from the sun and the smokey night. All kinds of romantics are fading in the spring, and the natural beauty comes late. The Qian skirt stands next to the begonia, and dances to the east wind with a slender waist. I only sigh that Dongjun looks back lazily, Quiet love and silence for nine nights."

"Tender red, soft and green, charming and natural, can't be painted. But remember the spring is thick and rainy, and you should pity the red and thin to Yiren. Tell who you worry about, and worry about counting the cherry blossoms before the wind. Don't regret the sentimental sigh of the distant night, and watch with shame. This is Yingying."

She has always been lazy to work on poems, she didn't want to write out poems like this, she really has to worry about something to tell, otherwise she would be moaning without illness, so she hurried back to grind ink and pick up a pen to write it down.

At this time, Wang Lantian, who had been busy somewhere, came back, obviously not happy.

"What's the matter with you? Did you get awkward with your classmates?"

"Du Ziqiao, tell me what's so good about Zhu Yingtai? Ma Wencai always helps him..."

Wang Lantian, who saw that Ziqiao was easy to talk, began to vomit, completely unaware that he sent Yiren from heaven to hell as soon as he opened his mouth. She was immersed in her own world all afternoon, and almost thought she was the heroine. Was it just soy sauce?

"Did you not eat?"

Hearing Wang Lantian's stomach growl, Yi Ren fully understood his feelings. Seeing that his lunch was still there, but it was cold, and only that piece of pancake could fill his stomach. He brought it to him and said, "Although this is cold, You eat first, and I'll let Hanxiao go to the kitchen to make something to eat."

As they were talking, they went to ask Hanxiao to come to the kitchen together, but they didn't expect that they were not the only ones who came to the kitchen to make food?Zhu Yingtai to make pancakes?

"Du Ziqiao, would you like to try one of the pancakes I made?"

Recalling the scene of Zhu Yingtai making pancakes on TV, she, who was always kind to others, put away the "Okay, I'm hungry" that she was about to say, and said with a slight smile: "No need, I want to eat with a smile tonight. of."

With a smile on his face, he handed some change to the lady in the kitchen and said:

"Ms. Su, my young master doesn't have dinner, so I'll borrow the pot and stove."

"You can use this pot and stove, how can I collect your money?"

Seeing Mrs. Su evading, Yiren helped to persuade:

"You can keep it at ease? We came from Lingnan, and we are not used to the flavor of Hangzhou, so we will inevitably disturb you a lot in the future."

Zhu Yingtai happily folded up the pancakes and took them away. Aunt Su looked at her back and praised: "This Mr. Zhu is not only good-looking, but also kind and unassuming, and has a good heart. No, this is for Mr. Liang." .”

Shanzhang's daughter Wang Hui also praised:

"Yes, Mr. Zhu is different from others."

Looking at a certain fat girl's face full of love, she secretly laughed, Wang Lan was so beautiful, if she, Wang Hui, was willing to be a little more ruthless to herself, shut her mouth and move her legs, she must be a beautiful girl.Unexpectedly, she fell in love with Zhu Yingtai by mistake, holding back her smile with her lowered eyes, and played with the pendant on her waist repeatedly.

"Young master, go back first. Later, Hanxiao will finish it and send it to you and Young Master Wang."

There were outsiders in the kitchen, so she naturally didn't want to stay for a long time, so she nodded and left, so she didn't know that her girl was so talkative, she was enslaved by Wang Hui, and she made at least two more people, but even if she knew, she couldn't help it she does.

Hulu Hulu ate the hand-rolled noodles made with a smile, and he lost the temperament of a nobleman, presumably because he was very hungry, Yi Ren took out the eggs from his bowl and put them in his bowl, seeing that he was just stunned for a moment, and then He picked it up and brought it to his mouth and started to eat without even saying any kind words, as expected, he was still the same self-centered Wang Lantian.

"Du Ziqiao, you book boy is really good at cooking. I have never eaten such delicious noodles when I was at home."

Yi Ren shook his head and said with a smile:

"You've never been hungry at home, have you?"

"That's true, but the cook at home is so tricky back and forth, I'm already tired of it, why don't you give me your book boy?"

"You pry the corner of the wall so straightforwardly. I, a book boy, grew up with me since I was a child. I won't give it to anyone who wants it."

Yi Ren's face immediately sank, this smile is the daughter of the nanny, she has been her playmate since she was a child, she can read and write, practice martial arts and manage affairs, what can she do?

"Okay, why are you angry? Why don't I just say it casually!"

"Who's angry?"

"No, nothing, Ma Wencai, why are you here?"

When Wang Lantian saw Ma Wencai, his arrogance disappeared. Yi Ren shook his head, thinking that his bullying and fearful temperament really made people speechless, no wonder Ma Wencai looked down on him.

"I'm here to find Du Ziqiao."

Looking for her?Yi Ren put down the bowl and chopsticks, and took out the handkerchief to wipe the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Wencai is looking for me, what is it?"

"It's nothing. I heard that you like drinking tea. I happen to have such good tea here, so I'll bring it to you."

"Really? Let me see."

Reaching out to take it, it feels quite heavy, but it's not that the tea leaves are heavy, but that the sapphire jar is a bit heavy, and as soon as the lid is unscrewed, a familiar aroma can be smelled.

"Biluochun?"

"You really know tea. This is Biluochun. Except for the limited supply outside the building, there is nowhere to buy it in the market."

"Brother Wen Cai, please sit down, you brought such good tea, if I don't invite you to drink tea, I really can't justify it."

While talking, he took out a whole set of kung fu tea sets, with skillful techniques and elegant postures. However, after the water boiled, the cup was finished, and just as it started to brew, Ma Wencai asked: "Du Ziqiao, why did you put the tea last?"

"Brother Wencai, ordinary tea should be put first, but this Biluochun is special because it was picked early and the buds and leaves are delicate. If you put it in the pot first and wash it with boiling water, it will be scalded. If you lose it, you will lose a lot of flavor."

"Is there such a point?"

"Naturally, there are many kinds of tea, not to mention the specialties of making tea and cooking tea, but also the method of growing tea, which is also different. For example, Biluochun is mixed with peach, plum, plum, persimmon and other fruit trees, so that its branches are connected. The roots and veins are connected, the tea absorbs the fruity fragrance, and the flower smells the tea flavor, just now there is such a strong and elegant tea fragrance."

"Interesting, it seems that this tea is really sent to the wrong person."

The author has something to say:

The two poems chanting Begonia in this chapter were filled out by myself, and they certainly cannot be compared with Tang poetry and Song Ci, so please bear with me.