Four Seasons Three Meals

When they went upstairs, Jiang Huai was shy and dared not look at Cong Shan.

Cong Shan called him: "Huaibao."

Jiang Huai didn't agree, and found him an unopened toothbrush.

Cong Shan continued to shout: "Huaibao."

Jiang Huai didn't respond, and turned to look for a new towel.

Cong Shan held him back: "Huaibao."

Jiang Huai whispered, "What's the matter?"

"Toothbrush," Cong Shan pointed to his hand, "you took two."

Jiang Huai blushed and hid in the bathroom silently.

Jiang Huai came out after taking a shower, and Cong Shan was making red date tea in the kitchen.

He bought the dried red dates before and planned to make muffin cakes.

Hearing footsteps, Cong Shan turned around and handed him the teacup: "Huaibao, come and drink tea."

Jiang Huai said "hmm", took the teacup, and took a sip of it.

The tea is slightly sour and sweet, the jujube absorbs water and swells, the flesh is soft, Jiang Huai wraps the core in his mouth, and his cheeks bulge like a hamster.

The surrounding area is very quiet, only the sound of the washing machine running.

Jiang Huai drank the tea in the cup, washed the cup, brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth, and went to the bedroom to make the bed.

When Cong Shan came out of the shower, he saw Jiang Huai wrapped in a quilt, with two books spread out in front of him, with a pen in his hand, making annotations from time to time.

Beside him was another air-conditioning quilt, which was neat and flat, clearly separated.

Cong Shan threw off the quilt and went to bed, Jiang Huai caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, and quietly moved to the edge of the bed.

Cong Shan teased him: "Huaibao, would you like to put a bowl of water in the middle?"

He was reckless and bold when he confessed, but when he was in the same room, he was so shy that he didn't know how to deal with himself.

Jiang Huai pretended not to understand, and pretended to be serious: "I want to review."

Cong Shan looked at his reddened ear tips, smiled, stopped talking, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees, and used his mobile phone to handle work.

Jiang Huai looked at it for a while, and the hour hand pointed to eleven o'clock. He closed the book, shrank into the quilt, and turned his back to the mountains.

Cong Shan glanced at him, he was tightly wrapped, only the back of his head was exposed.

Cong Shan turned off the lights, lay down, looked at the back of Jiang Huai's head, and said, "Huaibao, do you want to tell a story to lull you to sleep?"

Jiang Huai closed his eyes, clutched the quilt in front of him tightly, and refused to speak.

Cong Shan said: "A long time ago, there was a kingdom of stories. In this kingdom, everyone had a book. There was only one man named 'Mr. No Story', and his book was blank. He was very upset because he didn't have a book. own story."

Attracted by the story, Jiang Huai quietly turned over, revealing a pair of shining eyes in the darkness.

Cong Shan continued: "One day, he met a Mr. Wonderful. Mr. Wonderful has many stories, from the battle between dragons and warriors in ancient times, to the story of Merlin and the sword in the stone in the middle ages, and the magic of witches. And the mischievousness of the black cat, the children around are fascinated by hearing these stories, which they have never heard before. Mr. No Story is also attracted by him, and he listens to the children every day. Mr. Wonderful will leave a story alone give him."

Jiang Huai asked: "And then what? What happened to Mister No Story and Mister Wonderful?"

Cong Shan said, "Come here a little bit, and I'll tell you later."

Jiang Huai moved towards Cong Shan, Cong Shan lifted the quilt and hugged him whole in his arms.

The slightly higher heat enveloped him, and Jiang Huai reacted, his cheeks flushed in the dark.

He asked in a low voice, "And then? Did Mr. No Story finally find his own story?"

Cong Shan kissed the top of his hair: "Sleep first, and I will tell you tomorrow morning."

Jiang Huai stopped talking, stretched out his hand cautiously, and gently hooked Gou Congshan's wrist with his little finger.

Cong Shan held it with his backhand, and the two intertwined their fingers. Jiang Huai closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, Cong Shan made pine yellow cakes, steamed cheese and Meiling porridge.

Jiang Huai got up to eat, and felt that after meeting Cong Shan, he lived the life of a Michelin star.

Cong Shan asked him, "When will you take the exam?"

Jiang Huai calculated: "There is still half a month."

Cong Shan said, "I'll give you a reward after you finish the exam."

Curious, Jiang Huai chased him and asked, but Cong Shan didn't say anything and let him eat.

Pine yellow cake is an ancient recipe. Glutinous rice is steamed, smashed, kneaded into balls, and wrapped in honey and pine pollen.When Jiang Huai takes a bite of the biscuit, the rich pine aroma is overflowing, slightly sweet in the mouth with a little sour in the middle, and a little bit bitter in the aftertaste, which is suitable for drinking.

The sugar-steamed crispy cheese is soft and melts in the mouth, just like cakes and drinks.

Jiang Huai thought of "Dream of Red Mansions", when Concubine Yuan went home to visit her relatives, and rewarded Jia Baoyu with a dish of steamed cheese.

He invited Cong Shan with delicacies from the Red Mansion yesterday, and Cong Shan returned the gift with delicacies from the Red Mansion this morning.

Come and go, polite and restrained, is the old-school style of Congshan.

After dinner, Cong Shan sent him to work.

They took the bus, and there were not many people on the bus in the early morning, swaying in the sun.

Jiang Huai wanted to play with his mobile phone, Cong Shan was afraid that he would hurt his eyes, so he confiscated it and refused to give it to him.

Jiang Huai was leaning against the window, drowsy from the sun, his head was biting.

Cong Shan asked him: "Huaibao, do you want to play brain teasers?"

Jiang Huai became interested: "Okay, okay."

Cong Shan thought for a while and said, "Why do foxes wrestle?"

Jiang Huai said, "Because the fox is cunning."

Cong Shan nodded, and asked again: "Why is Silkworm Baby so rich?"

"Because silkworm babies can cocoon."

"Why doesn't the plane hit the stars no matter how high it flies?"

"Because the stars twinkle."

Cong Shan smiled: "Huaibao is very smart."

Like a proud peacock, Jiang Huai said, "You have to be more difficult! This is not a challenge."

Cong Shan Yinghao asked again, "Who is the uncle of father's grandfather's father's son's daughter's son?"

Jiang Huai blinked, unable to turn his head, so he had no choice but to say that he didn't know.

Cong Shan said, "Father or uncle."

Jiang Huai slowly figured out the relationship in his heart, and suddenly realized.

Cong Shan said: "Huaibao, you lose, you have to kiss me."

Jiang Huai cheated: "You didn't say it before, this time it doesn't count, let's do it again."

Cong Shan has a good temper and doesn't care about him.

Cong Shan said, "Why do I like Jiang Huai?"

Jiang Huai said, "Because I'm cute."

Cong Shan shook his head.

Jiang Huai said again: "Because I am greedy."

Cong Shan laughed, but still shook his head.

Jiang Huai thought about it seriously and said, "Because I like you."

The old god Congshan said, "Huaibao, you can't beat me."

Jiang Huai realized that this was not a brain teaser at all, it was a mathematical proof problem, no less than proving Badgoch's conjecture.

The answer is always in the hands of Cong Shan, and the referee is in his hands.

Jiang Huai said, "I admit defeat."

Cong Shan said: "I would like to admit defeat, Huai Bao, you want to kiss me."

Jiang Huai said: "Wait, I can still struggle."

Cong Shan laughed.

Jiang Huai said, "Because you like me."

Cong Shan said: "I like you, but this is a riddle, not an answer."

Jiang Huai said, "I want to call witness No. [-], Mr. Shang Chen."

Cong Shan said: "Rejected, the witness has an interest relationship with all parties involved."

Jiang Huai looked at him in surprise.

He is both a party and the presiding judge, Jiang Huai has no chance of winning.

He conceded defeat, looked around, made sure that no one was watching, and leaned over for a quick kiss.

Cong Shan smiled and didn't make things difficult for him.

The bus arrives at the station, and the station is some distance away from the law firm.

Cong Shan led him to walk slowly, and Jiang Huai suddenly thought of the bedtime story from last night.

He hadn't heard the end of the story yet.

He asked Cong Shan: "You haven't told me the ending yet."

Cong Shan looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Jiang Huai reminded him: "Mr. No Story and Mr. Wonderful."

Cong Shan said "Oh" and said, "Huaibao wants to hear it?"

Jiang Huai nodded.

Cong Shan thought for a while, then continued.

"Mr. Fantastic will continue on his journey to collect more stories."

"What about Mr. No Story?"

Cong Shan said: "Mr. No Story accompanied Mr. Wonderful to travel the mainland. They went to the bustling market in the east, where there were many merchants. Mr. No Story bought stories from merchants to fill in the gaps."

"Then, they went to the southernmost part of the mainland and met the most enthusiastic shepherds. They sang and danced on the grassland. When they were full of wine and food, Mr. No Story had another story."

"They traveled to every corner of the mainland. Mr. Wonderful still likes to tell children all kinds of strange and weird stories. Mr. No Story has gradually become Mr. Storyteller. However, his storybooks are always There's a blank page that he can't fill."

Jiang Huai asked at the right time: "Then what should we do?"

"The person with the most stories on this continent is Mr. Fantastic, so there is Mr. Story, ask Mr. Fantastic," Cong Shan imitated the tone of a fairy tale, "'Would you fill my blank with your story?'"

Jiang Huai was impatient: "Did Mr. Wonderful agree?"

Cong Shan said: "He agreed, Mr. Story has his own complete storybook."

This story is what Jiang Huai likes, everyone's happy, he lost his eyes from laughing.

There was still some distance from the law firm, Cong Shan asked: "I still have a story, Huai Bao, do you want to hear it?"

Jiang Huai said, "Why do you have so many stories?"

Cong Shan said: "This story is more exciting, do you want to hear it?"

Jiang Huai couldn't resist the temptation, and nodded in agreement.

Cong Shan said: "Once upon a time, there was a wealthy businessman who had been running business abroad all year round. Once, he planned to go to a certain city. To be on the safe side, before leaving, he asked a local who had just arrived here about the situation."

"The wealthy businessman asked: 'I don't know what kind of goods have the best market in your area?' The local people replied: 'The price of sandalwood is the highest in the local area.'"

"So, the businessman used up all his savings to buy a large amount of sandalwood, and prepared to take it there to sell. After everything was ready, he set out on the road. When he was about to get there, it was already dark, and he met a shepherd. The old lady started chatting with her. The old lady told him that there are many people in the local area who specialize in defrauding foreigners, so let him be careful."

While talking, they walked downstairs to the law firm, and Cong Shan stopped talking.

Jiang Huai asked: "And then?"

Cong Shan said: "Next time, I will tell Huai Bao a bedtime story."

Jiang Huai thought of "One Thousand and One Nights", the king Shannuya was brutal, and the queen Shan Ruzod told the king every night, but she only told the beginning and the middle, not the end.In order to hear the end of the story, the king delayed the date of killing Shan Ruzod day after day.In this way, Shan Ruzod told a story every day, and her stories were endless, and each one was more exciting than the other, until the thousand and first nights, and she finally moved the king.

He felt that Congshan was Scheherazade, hooking him with stories one by one.

Jiang Huai said, "How many stories do you have?"

Cong Shan smiled: "Doctors are used to seeing all kinds of life, and there are so many stories that can fill the gaps in Huaibao's storybook."

Jiang Huai blushed when he talked about love regardless of time and occasion.

No wonder he has to tell Mister No Story and Mister Fantastic.

Cong Shan said: "This is the answer to the mystery just now."

Jiang Huai's cheeks were blushing.

He stood on tiptoe, gave Cong Shan a quick kiss, turned around and hid in the law firm as an answer.