Four Seasons Three Meals

Jiang Huai looked away in a panic, his mouth was dry.

Cong Shan smiled and looked at him quietly.

After a long time, Jiang Huai whispered, "Thank you, thank you."

Cong Shan still smiled gently and responded appropriately: "You're welcome."

Jiang Huai had an intuition that Cong Shan seemed to know part of his affairs, but he didn't dare to ask.

There was a subtle silence between the two.After a while, the boss asked Cong Shan to pay the bill, and Jiang Huai breathed a sigh of relief.

After shopping around for a while after buying flowers, it was getting late, and the two of them finally wanted to go back.Cong Shan's car was parked in the parking lot of the theater, and he asked Jiang Huai to wait where he was, and drove by himself.

Jiang Huai watched him go away, and breathed the fragrance of gardenia, which was rich and fragrant.

Cheng Yusheng played all afternoon, was hungry and wanted to eat, and kept pecking at Jiang Huai's trouser legs.

The streets are bustling with people coming and going, the smell of food can be heard from the old low bungalows, the bells of bicycles and the current of electric lights can be heard at the same time.

This was the scene where Jiang Huai tried his best to escape, but now he only feels kind and peaceful.

To catch up with the tide of get off work, the roads are congested.Jiang Huai waited for a long time until the tip of the willow on the moon, the curved crescent was crystal clear, hanging in the sky, as if it was within reach.

Jiang Huai never felt that wandering around was a meaningful thing.His time was too short, he was busy paying off his father's debts, pleasing his ex-boyfriend, and finishing his studies.But he likes the feeling of being with Cong Shan, exchanging eye movements with each other, or sharing a bowl of snacks, he feels very meaningful.

Life is too short, just thinking about someone, he is already very busy.

After a while, Cong Shan drove over and Jiang Huai got into the car.

Instead of going to Cong Shan's house, they went to Huichun Hall.

The elementary school apprentice A Yuan was still drying medicinal materials in the courtyard, Cong Shan asked him to leave work in advance, closed the door and locked it, and only each other was left in the Rejuvenation Hall.

Jiang Huai followed behind Cong Shan, somewhat restrained.

Cong Shan put the potted plants in the consultation room, and asked Jiang Huai, "Does Lawyer Jiang want to make Xuexia soup by himself?"

Jiang Huai was moved, and said, "Unfortunately, I can't."

Cong Shan pulled out his apron, put it on for Jiang Huai, and said with a smile, "It's okay, I'll teach you."

Jiang Huai followed Cong Shan into the kitchen. Cong Shan put the lotus on the chopping board, scooped up a scoop of cold water and rinsed it off.

Cong Shan found a large crystal bowl, Jiang Huai followed Cong Shan's instructions, picked off the lotus petals one by one, and carefully spread them on the bottom of the bowl.

When Jiang Huai was done, he looked up at Congshan. He had already cut shredded tofu, put it into the bubbling boiling water, scalded it for two or three seconds, and then scooped it up quickly.

He put shredded tofu on the lotus petals, added sesame oil, shredded ginger and a little salt, and carefully mixed it with chopsticks to taste. After standing for a while, he added green shrimp roe to enhance the freshness.

Cong Shan said, "Lawyer Jiang, taste it."

Jiang Huai carefully picked up a chopstick of shredded tofu and fed it into his mouth to taste slowly.

The first thing to taste is the fragrance of tofu after being scalded in boiling water.The tofu is cut into shreds, scalded in hot water to remove the edges and corners, and it melts in the mouth, making it extremely smooth and tender.Then there is the fresh fragrance of the fresh shrimp roe, and the shredded ginger neutralizes the saltiness of the seafood. When Jiang Huai bites it lightly, the prawn roe bursts in the mouth, and the taste is crisp.

Jiang Huai couldn't help it, and ate another chopstick, narrowing his eyes, showing a cute expression.

Cong Shan looked at his little expression, couldn't help laughing, and said: "The ancients picked hibiscus flowers, removed the heart and stalks, boiled them in soup, cooked them with tofu, red and white intertwined, just like the clouds in the snow, so it was named 'Xuexia'. soup'."

The simplest dish, the most elegant name.

The ancients thought highly of themselves, claiming to be freer and happier than the idle clouds and wild cranes, wishing to eat all the morning dew and morning wind.

Cong Shan has a leisurely mood, and Jiang Huai enjoys the blessing with him.

Cong Shan cooked another pot of Zhenjun porridge with sweet apricots, and asked Jiang Huai to set up a table and chairs in the courtyard.

The apricots were bought by Cong Shan in the morning. They are huge and plump, with firm and delicious flesh.

After a while, Cong Shan came out from the room carrying a hoe, and came under a crooked banyan tree in the courtyard.

Curious, Jiang Huai stood aside and watched.

Cong Shan rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. Jiang Huai could clearly see Cong Shan's sexy Adam's apple.

He blushed and looked away, spurning himself in his heart.

Cong Shan dug a hole under the banyan tree, revealing a small earth-colored wine jar.

He bent down to pick it up, walked over, unsealed it, sniffed it, and said, "Today is just right, I'll treat Lawyer Jiang to a bottle of wine."

Jiang Huai smelled a sweet fruity aroma, this is the fruit wine brewed by Congshan.

Cong Shan went to the kitchen to get wine glasses and lotus leaves.The wine glass is carved from bamboo root, verdant and emerald green, it can be used as an ornamental, and it is often held and played by people, with a bright and smooth glaze.

He put the lotus leaf on the wine glass, and the chopsticks pierced the heart of the leaf to connect the root.The wine murmured, flowed through the branches, and flowed into the glass with a muffled sound.

Cong Shan poured two glasses of wine, and handed one of them to Jiang Huai.

Jiang Huai took a sip, mixed the fruit wine with lotus leaves, leaving a fragrance on his lips and teeth.

After drinking and eating, the two enjoyed the shade in the yard.

Cong Shan fished out a cold watermelon from the well water, split it in two, dug it into small balls with a small spoon, put them into a small transparent bowl, added the ice balls that had been cut, poured in the unfinished fruit wine, Pass it to Jiang Huai.

Jiang Huai took it, took a spoonful and fed it into his mouth. The flesh was sweet and cold, refreshing.

Cong Shan sat beside him and poured himself a glass of wine.

Jiang Huai looked at the crescent moon that lifted into the sky, it was crystal clear, as smooth as ice, it seemed close but far away.The small bowl shook, and the ice puck lightly knocked against the wall of the bowl, making a jingling sound.

Jiang Huai said: "The crescent moon is beautiful, but the ancients favored one and discriminated against the other, and only admired the full moon."

Cong Shan smiled: "I look at things, and everything is my color. The full moon is round and lovely, and what the ancients appreciated was the state of mind."

Cong Shan Bowen gently and skillfully pierced Jiang Huai's little thoughts.

Jiang Huai was a little melancholy and sighed.

He thought of Cong Yun and said: "People in the world prefer perfect things, but the world is not happy, nine out of ten."

Jiang Huai expressed his feelings, and Cong Shan listened quietly.

Jiang Huai didn't continue, but asked Cong Shan, "Why did Dr. Cong become a Chinese medicine doctor?"

Cong Shan smiled: "Life is forced, and my stomach is full of medical books, all for rice."

Jiang Huai shook his head and said, "That's not what I meant."

He looked at Cong Shan, seemed puzzled, and seemed to ask himself: "There are so many choices, why did Dr. Cong choose Chinese medicine?"

Cong Shan originally wanted to joke about "the grievances of a wealthy family, the legacy of relatives", but Jiang Huai's eyes were clean and clear, and the moonlight was just right tonight, so he couldn't bear to let him down.

Cong Shan thought for a while and said, "In the beginning, it was because of my grandfather. I grew up with him. He is a Chinese medicine practitioner. Before he died, he hoped that I could take over Huichuntang."

Jiang Huai couldn't help asking: "Doctor Cong willing?"

Cong Shan smiled: "Young and frivolous being confined in a narrow courtyard, no one is reconciled. Besides, Chinese medicine is always misunderstood."

"One night, I saw a little girl. She broke up with her ex-boyfriend, got drunk late at night, got acute gastroenteritis, and was already in a coma with a high fever when she was sent."

"I spent the night rescuing her. When she woke up, the first thing she said to me was 'I still want to live'."

"That sentence is extremely important to me."

"After that, I treated housewives who were abused by their husbands, students who were bullied on campus, and empty nesters who were abandoned by their children."

"They are the sufferers of the world, and they comfort each other."

"Businessmen are greedy, but doctors are always passionate. I am greedy for this bond, and I have been reluctant to return to the Spring Hall."

Cong Shan smiled and said modestly: "I am ashamed to say that I am not good at management. Thanks to the perseverance of these friends, Huichuntang can survive until now."

Jiang Huai thought that Huichuntang and Congshan were reassuring existences.

When he saw Cong Shan for the first time, he couldn't help but want to get close to him.

Even strangers, friendship will be cherished.

"What's more, if there is no Rejuvenation Hall," Cong Shan looked at Jiang Huai tenderly, "I would not have met Lawyer Jiang either."

"The sea of ​​people is vast, and you have to meet your confidant. Thinking about it this way, my heart is always full of rejoicing."

Jiang Huai stared at Cong Shan in a daze, speechless.

Cong Shan asked him, "Why does Lawyer Jiang become a lawyer?"

Jiang Huai didn't respond, Cong Shan called him: "Lawyer Jiang?"

After a while, Jiang Huai came back to his senses: "Huh?"

Cong Shan asked again: "Why does Lawyer Jiang become a lawyer?"

Jiang Huai took a sip of the wine in the bowl, his cheeks were hot: "It's all because of selfishness."

"My father's domestic violence and gambling," Jiang Huai explained his past in front of him for the first time, deliberately understating, "I want to send him to prison with my own hands."

Cong Shan didn't speak, Jiang Huai pretended to smile relaxedly, but his palms were sweating nervously: "Does Dr. Cong think that we lawyers are all cold-blooded and heartless?"

Cong Shan shook his head and said seriously: "Lawyers are supposed to maintain social order and good customs."

Jiang Huai said, "But he is my father."

Cong Shan looked into his eyes and said, "It's human nature to live towards death."

Jiang Huai was dubious.

"I see a lot of patients, most of them have bad families of origin."

Jiang Huai said: "Unfortunate families are mostly similar, and the joys and sorrows of human beings are always connected."

"But no one can be like Lawyer Jiang," Cong Shan smiled. "He has the courage of a strong man to cut his wrists, and also has the innocent and enthusiastic heart of a child."

"Because of this, it is even more precious."

"It made me want to cherish it even more."

The night wind blows slightly, and the gardenias quietly reveal their fragrance.

Jiang Huai looked at Congshan quietly, his heart churning like a surging tide.

Across the wall is another old-fashioned family, with the radio turned on, the babbling opera sounds drifting across the brick wall and falling into Jiang Huai's ears.

He heard clearly one of the lines in the play, "Dao met You Yelang, I wish I had known each other before long", and the voice-over sang his state of mind.

I wish I had known each other earlier.

The aroma of fruit wine rushed into his nostrils one by one, and he felt that his body was light, as if he had fallen into the clouds, top-heavy.

"The shadows of the flowers supporting the wall are moving, and it seems that a jade man is coming."

cluster of mountains.

"Wish to be in a place where there is no one, turn around and hug Lang."

cluster of mountains.

"Yijun's heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without a break."

"Congshan."

"Ok?"

This was the first time Jiang Huai called his name, and Cong Shan turned around in surprise.

There was a gentle touch on his lips, Jiang Huai's face was enlarged in his sight, his eyes were closed tightly, his eyelashes were long and curled up, trembling nervously, his cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.

He is kissing him.

Cong, mountain.

cluster of mountains.