Four Seasons Three Meals

The next morning, Cong Shan went out to take Jiang Huai to Bailu Mountain.

Jiang Huai got on the car at the gate of the community, and he was looking at the mountains all the way. His face was calm and calm, and he didn't look tired.

It's not the kind of innocence that doesn't know the world, but the open-mindedness after going through the storm.

Jiang Huai sensed sensitively that Cong Shan also had unsatisfactory things, but he was good at hiding and never showed his emotions.

Cong Shan noticed Jiang Huai's scrutinizing gaze, turned his head, and smiled at Jiang Huai: "What is Huai Bao looking at me for?"

Jiang Huai looked away in a panic: "I didn't look at you, I was listening to music."

Cong Shan pierced him: "When Huai Bao tells a lie, he will blush."

Jiang Huai coughed lightly, pretending to be serious, and babbled nonsense: "The radio is so quiet, I can't hear what is being sung."

Cong Shan laughed: "The radio is telling morning stories about Pinocchio lying, blushing and having a long nose."

Cong Shan likes to make up random stories to tease him.

Jiang Huai felt a guilty conscience and felt the tip of his nose itch, so he quietly stretched out his hand to rub it.

Cong Shan still wanted to tease him, but Jiang Huai blushed, he thought it was really cute, and wanted to kiss him again.

Cong Shan changed the channel and listened to old Cantonese songs, the nine-tone and six-tone tunes with a long charm, the wild words of youth, and the gentle whispers between lovers.

They stopped talking and listened to each other quietly, and Jiang Huai slowly listened.

"Whether the moon still recognizes you that day, every moment of dating is also childish."

With a thought in his heart, he raised his eyes to look at Cong Shan, the two of them had a tacit understanding, and Cong Shan happened to be looking at him.

Jiang Huai smiled quietly, feeling that this song was tailor-made for them.

Cong Shan took him to the Bailushan reservoir, surrounded by casual fishing enthusiasts.

Cong Shan found a good place under the banana tree, set up two deck chairs, and began to assemble the hook and line.

Jiang Huai found that Cong Shan always has some hobbies that do not match his age, such as listening to operas, such as fishing.

He said to Cong Shan, "I think you and my teacher will become good friends."

Cong Shan said, "It's an honor."

Jiang Huai couldn't hold back, and said, "But he's already over 60..."

Cong Shan smiled: "Then I will have a love affair with Huai Bao."

Jiang Huai also laughed.

Cong Shan said: "Remove a few wrinkles, then dye your hair white, and go out. Others say that Mr. Jiang has a heavy taste and prefers handsome old men."

Jiang Huai was also not serious: "Old man is good, old man is wonderful, old man can still be found when he is gone."

Cong Shan was older than him, so he didn't expect him to say such shocking words suddenly, and he was amused by him.

Jiang Huai put all his strength on him: "As lawyers, we are used to seeing big local tyrants and small lovers. Practice makes perfect, and we are very good at catching local tyrants."

Cong Shan grabbed Jiang Huai and scratched his creaking nest. Jiang Huai was ticklish and begged for mercy with a smile, twisting his body like a loach.

Cong Shan let him go, hugged him, kissed and bit him.

Cong Shan said: "A lifetime is so long, Huai Bao is a bit patient."

Jiang Huai nestled in his arms, full of expectations for the future.

Jiang Huai is half-baked at fishing, and reads books from his backpack after fishing for a while.

Cong Shan pinched the time, and every half hour, he asked Jiang Huai to get up and go for a walk.

He was fascinated by reading, and Cong Shan was worried that his eyes hurt.

They held hands and walked around the reservoir. Jiang Huai looked at the birds, the flowing clouds, the red flowers and green trees, the lake and the mountains. .

Jiang Huai explained the case to Cong Shan, saying that Pepsi refused to redeem the fighter for the customer and was sued by the customer.

After he finished speaking, he laughed so hard that he felt a little regretful.

This case left a deep impression on him. When he recalled such a beautiful scenery in the future, his mind would only be filled with fighter jets...

Jiang Huai said, "You can recite poems for me."

Cong Shan Yinghao said solemnly: "Daming Lake, Ming Lake is big, there are lotus flowers on Daming Lake, and there are toads on the lotus flowers, poke and jump."

Jiang Huai's stomach hurts from laughing, and now there is an extra toad on the fighter plane.

Cong Shan was afraid that he would lose his temper when he laughed, so he patted his back to make him feel better.

When Jiang Huai laughed enough, Cong Shan looked at him and said again.

"Tang pears in the pool, the branches are full of red in rainy weather."

This is Huajianci, a little love and a little song about boudoir grievances and sorrows, but Cong Shan comes at his fingertips, which is very suitable for the occasion.

Jiang Huai savored it carefully and found it very tasty.He forgot the fighter plane and the toad, and quietly wrote it down in his heart.

They had a picnic by the reservoir at noon, and Cong Shan brought food.

While eating in the car, Cong Shan asked Jiang Huai to wait in place and go get it by himself.

As soon as he got to the car, his phone rang.

Cong Shan took a look, and the caller displayed "Cong Yue".

He hung up mercilessly.

After a while, the phone vibrated again, it was an email.

The sender is still Cong Yue.

Cong Shan clicked on it, the picture loaded slowly, it was a color photo.

The people in the picture are Jiang Huai and Shang Chen, they are hanging out at IKEA.

He frowned, exited the mailbox, and called Cong Yue.

The other side quickly picked up: "Brother is finally willing to call me?"

Cong Shan said calmly, "What do you want?"

Cong Yue replied quickly: "Bring Lawyer Jiang to Grandpa's birthday banquet."

Cong Shan said: "Cong Yue, there are only three things."

Cong Yue smiled: "Brother is really surprised, sooner or later we will be a family, I just want to get to know each other in advance."

He never repented, and the two of them were not congenial, so Cong Shan hung up the phone directly.

He sat in the car for a while, calmed down, and got out of the car with a picnic basket.

Jiang Huai laid out the picnic mat, squatted on the side of the road to watch the ants, heard the sound of footsteps, turned around, saw the picnic basket in Cong Shan's hand, and couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth from rising.

Cong Shan's hard heart also became soft.

Jiang Huai asked him innocently: "What are we eating?"

Cong Shan said: "Danai cake, Cantonese-style preserved meat rice and eight-treasure winter melon cup."

Jiang Huai had heard of two of them, and was very curious about Da Nai Cake, eager to try it.

Cong Shan didn't like him, so he served him a bowl of rice, scooped a spoonful of winter melon and magnolia slices, and left the big cakes in the picnic basket, which was placed in the far corner.

Jiang Huai ate absent-mindedly, looking at the mountains for a while, and the picnic basket for a while.Finding that Cong Shan wasn't looking at him, he quietly moved aside.

Cong Shan coughed lightly: "Huaibao."

Jiang Huai sat down obediently.

After they finished eating, Jiang Huai looked at Cong Shan helplessly.

Cong Shan laughed at him for being greedy, trying to catch him, causing Jiang Huai to throw himself into his arms.

Jiang Huai's forehead hit Cong Shan's chest. It didn't hurt, but he was a little embarrassed: "Doctor Cong shouldn't be called Dr. Cong, he should be called Taigong Jiang. You don't need bait for fishing. Those who take the bait depend on their wishes."

He has all the true biography of Congshan, and he can also tease people with allusions.

Cong Shan was amused by him, took out a piece, and fed it to his mouth.

Jiang Huai was suddenly fed, held it in his mouth, and chewed in small bites.

The pastry is cold and refreshing, silky like jelly, sweet and sour in the mouth, with a little fragrance of plum blossom and sweet aftertaste of honey. The pine nuts and walnuts are crushed, and the taste is crisp.

Jiang Huai ate happily and hugged Cong Shan affectionately.

Cong Shan said: "Big plums are used for Da Nai Cake. The raw ones are peeled and cored out, and then blanched with white plum and licorice soup. Plums help digestion, and eating too much makes people feel empty. Eating Da Nai Cake on an empty stomach can easily hurt the spleen and stomach."

It turned out that he was caring about him.

Jiang Huai misunderstood him, a little guilty, and did not dare to look at Congshan.

After a while, he pointed to the corner of his lips and said to Cong Shan, "You've got something on."

Cong Shan wanted to wipe it with paper, but Jiang Huai said, "I'll help you."

The next moment, he leaned forward and gently pecked and kissed the corner of Cong Shan's mouth.

His eyes wandered around, his eyelashes trembled nervously, and his cheeks were red and hot.

Cong Shan smiled lowly and said, "Huaibao, are you looking for an excuse to kiss me?"

Jiang Huai glared at him, his face full of embarrassment piercing his mind.

Cong Shan lowered his head, held Jiang Huai's soft lips, and rubbed gently.

After a long time, Cong Shan said, "Huaibao, next time you kiss me, do it like this."

In the afternoon, the sun shifted and the sun became fierce. Jiang Huai couldn't read books, so he hid under the banana tree and went fishing with Cong Shan.

A few fish were caught in Cong Shan's bucket, but Jiang Huai's bucket was empty.

He looked at the bucket in Congshan, and there was a big golden-red carp in it, lying in the bucket and spitting bubbles. Jiang Huai liked it very much.

He quietly picked it up with a small net bag and put it in his bucket.

Cong Shan suddenly called him: "Huaibao."

Jiang Huai put down his net bag, pretended to be calm, and said, "What's wrong?"

Cong Shan asked: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Huai said arrogantly: "This fish belongs to me."

Cong Shan liked his unreasonable appearance and responded to his requests.

Jiang Huai was very happy. He felt that he had a new friend and named him Cherry.

He sat for a while longer, his cheeks flushed by the sun.

There was someone swimming in the reservoir, with water droplets all over his body jumping high in the sun, he was eager to see it.

It's a pity that he didn't bring a swimsuit, so he could only tread water on the shore barefoot.

There is sunlight on the banana leaves, the veins are transparent and clear, and it is a clear green.

The sky is clear and clear, and after the rain, the sky is blue and the clouds are blooming, like a good glazed tile.

The shallows are full of interesting things, five-color pebbles, dark green snails, blue-gray and transparent shrimp, and schools of crimson fish wandering around him.

Jiang Huai had a great time.

After playing for a while, the sun began to move westward, and Cong Shan told him to go ashore.

Jiang Huai didn't want to leave, so he said shamelessly, "My feet are wet and I can't wear shoes."

Cong Shan put away the fishing gear, walked over, grabbed his arm, and lifted him out of the water, facing himself, stepping on the upper with wet soles.

Jiang Huai hung on his body, his cold hands slipped into his neck quietly, and gently pressed against his neck.

Cong Shan kissed the tip of his ear with an ambiguous tone.

"Huaibao."

The lust in his tone was too obvious, Jiang Huai blushed and calmed down.

The two faced each other like this, hugging quietly, standing in the mountain wind.

The mountains on both sides of the bank are green, the reflections in the water are vivid, and the wind is warm and cool. Jiang Huai lay on the shoulders of the mountains and whispered: "I don't want to go."

Cong Shan coaxed him slowly: "Huaibao, can I carry you on my back? Let's walk slowly and go home to play."

Jiang Huai couldn't bear the temptation and nodded in surrender.

Jiang Huai put on his shoes, and Cong Shan squatted down in front of him.Jiang Huai jumped up, grabbed his neck, and was firmly caught by Cong Shan.

The green of the mountains and the freshness of the vegetation merged into the sunshine and fell on them. Jiang Huai was in a trance for a moment, thinking that they were going for a lifetime.

They passed the flock of sheep and the young man shepherding the sheep. The young man was very young and could play Ye Qu very well.

Jiang Huai was very happy to hear it, and asked Cong Shan, "Can you play the song of leaves?"

Cong Shan smiled: "Hui Bao doesn't need to walk, he starts to come up with crooked ideas."

Jiang Huai was unyielding, like a little bully, and ordered arrogantly: "Will you know?"

Cong Shan liked his domineering appearance, and was willing to pamper him. After thinking about it for a long time, instead of blowing leaves, he sang a Cantonese song.

"Lover travels around the world, the sun and the moon change luggage."

It was the song they listened to on the way.

The wind, the sun and the moon can be their companions. What Cong Shan wants to say is hidden in the song, and Jiang Huai listens happily.