Four Seasons Three Meals

There are trellises in the vineyard, with lush branches and leaves, and fruitful.

The garden is rich in varieties and colors, white like onyx, red like ruby, purple like amethyst, black like jet.A bunch of strings, full and wide, bright and dazzling.

There is also a kind of grape, the fruit is small and dense, and one ear of grapes is like an old white maize corn on the cob. Jiang Huai picks a bunch, holds it in his hand, and eats it as he walks.

He lost himself in this small garden and told riddles to Cong Shan.

"Broken house, leaky house, bead hanging."

Cong Shan guessed the answer to the riddle, instead of telling it directly, he answered him with a riddle: "The curved tree, the curved vine, and the copper bell on the curved tree."

Jiang Huai smiled, knowing that he had guessed the answer, it was grapes.

He fed Cong Shan a grape as a reward.

They walked in the garden for a while, Jiang Huai's cheeks were flushed, Cong Shan wanted to take him to sit under the grape trellis to enjoy the cool.

Jiang Huai was in the right mood, so he said to him from left to right: "What kind of grapes are there? It smells like roses, I'll go and have a look."

Cong Shan stopped him from running forward: "That's the fragrance of roses."

Jiang Huai still didn't want to leave, so he pointed to another place and said, "I've seen the grapes over there in your paintings."

Cong Shan said, "That's the golden bell."

Jiang Huai looked around, and Cong Shan said mercilessly: "This is mare's milk, that is autumn purple, the black is black, and the slightly green and white is big grain white. Huaibao wants to know which one?"

Jiang Huai pouted, looking at Cong Shan pitifully.

Cong Shan's heart was soft, and with a sullen face on purpose, he said seriously, "Huai Bao, do you want to snatch the land father-in-law's treasure?"

Jiang Huai looked at him suspiciously.

Cong Shan continued to talk nonsense with his eyes open: "It is a local custom that farmers throw coins on the ground to bribe the father-in-law of the land, begging for a good harvest for a year."

Jiang Huai's eyes lit up, and he got into Qian's eyes: "Really?"

Cong Shan coaxed him like a child: "Really."

Jiang Huai got under the grape trellis without looking back, and looked for it inch by inch with his head down.

Cong Shan stepped aside, quietly took out a few coins from his wallet, threw them on the ground, turned around and stood aside, looking at Jiang Huai with arms folded.

After a while, I really saw Jiang Huaishen looking for him mysteriously.

Cong Shan cooperated with him, pretending to be serious, and asked him in a low voice: "Have you found it?"

Jiang Huai nodded excitedly, and spread out his hands, holding a few shiny coins in his white palms.

Cong Shan couldn't hold back his face and laughed.

There is not even a speck of mud on the coin, so only this little fool can believe it.

They sat under the grape arbor and drank the juice brought by Jiang Huai.

Cong Shan told him a story, saying: "There were not many grapes in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. There were two people named Yu Xin and Wei Jin, who were in love with each other. To the grapes, one said 'like soft jujube', and the other said 'like raw lychees'. How does Huaibao feel?"

Jiang Huai thought about it seriously, and said: "Eating grapes requires discussion of metaphysics. It can be seen that Ye Gong is not really a good dragon, and they don't really like grapes."

Cong Shan became interested: "How did you see it?"

Jiang Huai said: "If they really think it's delicious, how can they be distracted by so many feelings and experiences? Food needs to be taken seriously, and grapes will be sad."

He spoke with confidence, and Cong Shan was amused by him.

Jiang Huai picked a bunch, picked up the plastic water pipe on the ground, turned on the tap, and rinsed it carefully.

He gave one to the mountain, and the rest belonged to himself. He picked them off one by one and arranged them neatly, just like a king inspecting his own territory.

Cong Shan ate his "general", teased Jiang Huai, and said deliberately politely: "When Zhu Xia is in autumn, there is still heat and drunk hangover, eat it under cover, sweet but not sweet, crunchy but not sour, cold and sweet. It’s not cold, the taste is long and juicy, and it relieves troubles and fatigue.”

Jiang Huai glanced at him, held back for a long time, and said rebelliously: "The grapes are delicious!"

He was so aggressive that Cong Shan laughed.

They sat for a while, the sun was setting in the west, and the sky was dyed as red as blood, and they returned along the same road.

The dinner was also very rich. The proprietress made them diced pepper chicken, stir-fried vegetables, steamed chicken with red dates and goji berries, and roasted pork ribs with yam.

Jiang Huai ate too many grapes, and ran outside before eating two mouthfuls to accompany the boss to roll the koji.

He was noisy and couldn't calm down. Cong Shan felt that he was the warden, and he took the prisoners out for a walk...

Jiang Huai came to the yard, sat at a table, spread clean white paper, crushed the koji with a small bamboo knife, and ground it into a dry powder.

Cong Shan went out to watch after dinner, Jiang Huai grinded it very seriously.

He smiled and said, "Huaibao, I'll keep you here as a worker for the boss, do you want it?"

Jiang Huai was a little moved, but he couldn't bear Cong Shan: "What about you?"

Cong Shan said: "I will build a small thatched hut next to it, and be a hermit doctor. You pick grapes, and I will go to the mountains to collect herbs. At night, we will hide in the Yuelao Temple for a tryst, secretly doing bad things."

What he said was not serious, Jiang Huai blushed, but smiled, feeling relieved.

No matter what strange things he does, Cong Shan will always accompany him.

After he finished grinding all the koji, the proprietress brought a plate of glutinous rice cakes as a reward for them to eat with honey.

The honey was very fragrant, and Jiang Huai's hands were sticky after eating.

Cong Shan was afraid that he would be full, so he had to take away the rest and make him supper.

Jiang Huai was greedy, and made excuses: "Is it too impolite for us to eat and take like this?"

Cong Shan never softened his heart: "Huaibao, you are a worker, and capitalists are blood suckers."

Jiang Huai smiled.

In the evening, the two sat in the courtyard and watched an open-air movie.

The equipment was used by the proprietress when she was young, and the movies are very old. Cong Shan asked Jiang Huai to choose a film, but Jiang Huai said whatever he wanted.

Cong Shan chooses one, and the machine turns slowly. After a while, a picture appears on the white screen, which is "Casablanca".

Jiang Huai was pleasantly surprised: "How do you know I like this movie?"

Cong Shan smiled: "Because I like it too."

Jiang Huai looked at Cong Shan and smiled, but he didn't speak, but Cong Shan knew what he was laughing at.

They always have an unspeakable tacit understanding.

They sat on folding chairs, Cong Shan drank the fruit wine brewed by the boss, Jiang Huai drank fruit juice, ate potato chips, and beef jerky.

Jiang Huai occasionally looked up at the night sky, the moon and stars were sparse, and there were thousands of lights in the valley in the distance.

Singing softly in the movie, Cong Shan whispered: "There are so many towns in the world, there are so many farmhouses in towns, and there are so many people in the farmhouses, but Huaibao has come into my heart."

Jiang Huai pursed his lips and smiled.

Cong Shan randomly changed other people's lines, but it matched the background sound just right.

Jiang Huai thought of what Cong Shan had said, saying that they were a good match of gold and jade, a former alliance of wood and stone.

He believed it for a moment.

After a while, there was a muffled thunder from the sky, and a few scattered raindrops fell.

They packed up their things in a hurry and hid in the house.

The plot of the movie ended abruptly, but they didn't feel sad.

This is a blank romance.

It was raining harder and harder, and they sat by the window to listen to the rain.

The jingle of Uva is natural music.

Cong Shan hugged Jiang Huai, and Jiang Huai's fingers tapped lightly on the back of his hand to the rhythm of the rain.

Cong Shan grabbed his hand, spread it gently, and wrote poems on his palm, writing word by word, regardless of the font, and let Jiang Huai guess.

Jiang Huai tilted his head and thought for a while before saying the first word: "Mountain."

Cong Shan nodded, changed the font, and continued to write the second word. Jiang Huai quickly guessed: "Yes."

Cong Shan wrote the third character, and Jiang Huai replied, "Wood."

Cong Shan didn't continue writing, Jiang Huai guessed: "Mountains have trees and trees have branches."

Cong Shan kissed him and praised him: "Huaibao is really smart."

The game went to the next round, this time Jiang Huai wrote and Cong Shan guessed.

Jiang Huai thought for a while, and wrote down the first character. The strokes are a bit complicated, and there are seven strokes in total.

Cong Shan figured it out, so he didn't need to write the following words, he had already guessed the answer.

He put away his hands and kissed Jiang Huai's ear with a smile.

"I like you too."

The sky was getting darker and the rain was getting heavier, Cong Shan went outside to make a phone call, Jiang Huai was hungry and wanted to eat supper.

The glutinous rice cake was in the refrigerator, and Jiang Huai took out snacks from his schoolbag, spread them on the bed, and chose a favorite.

Cong Shan returned to the room after making the phone call. Jiang Huai was lying on the bed, holding jelly in his hand, and looked at the phone intently.

Cong Shan sat next to him, deliberately teasing him: "Huaibao, I want to eat beef jerky."

Jiang Huai searched in the pile of snacks beside him, found a bag, tore open the package and handed it to him.

Cong Shan ate it and said, "Huaibao, I want to eat jelly."

Jiang Huai searched again, found one, got up and handed it to him, the clothes slid up, revealing her snow-white waist.

Cong Shan glanced at it, took it and ate it, feeling his throat was dry.

After a while, he called again: "Huaibao."

Jiang Huai turned his head: "What's wrong?"

Cong Shan lay beside him on his side, wrapping his arms around his waist, his tone half joking, half serious.

"I want to eat Huaibao."

The rain outside the window is gradually decreasing.

Jiang Huai froze for a moment, then realized that his cheeks were flushed, and there was fire on his face, burning all the way to the tips of his ears.

Cong Shan looked at him with a smile, but his eyes were serious.

Cicada's voice is getting louder.

Jiang Huai tentatively stretched out his hands and grabbed Cong Shan's shoulders.

Then, he raised his body and raised his head.

Cong Shan felt a moist and hot touch on his lips.

Jiang Huai was kissing him.

Cong Shan held his face and lowered his head to deepen the kiss.

It was a very long kiss, suffocatingly long.

Jiang Huai felt that he was surrounded by mountains and couldn't breathe.

Cong Shan turned over and held him down.Jiang Huai grabbed his shoulders tightly.

His back heaves like a beast, and his palms are full of sweat.

They knew the meaning of this kiss, but Jiang Huai didn't want to avoid him at all.

The light in the house is dim, and the shower outside the window has stopped.

Cong Shan raised his body, looked at Jiang Huai quietly, and gently stroked his eyebrows, cheeks, lips, collarbone, and chest with his palm.

Jiang Huai let out a light gasp, but couldn't move his eyes away.

The clouds moved slowly, and the room alternated between light and dark.

There is fire in Cong Shan's eyes, and this fire burns along their connected eyes, and burns into the bottom of Jiang Huai's heart, making his heart burn hot, making him shy and timid, wanting to hug Cong Shan lightly, and wanting to indulge himself singing.

"Huaibao."

Cong Shan suddenly called him.

Jiang Huai looked at him and gave a soft "hmm".

Cong Shan kept his remaining rationality and said to him restraintly.

"I treat each other as a confidant, and I will not court you frivolously."

He was suppressing, giving Jiang Huai a chance to repent.

Jiang Huai understood.

He took a deep breath, boldly hugged Cong Shan, and whispered in his ear.

"Take it easy, I'm afraid of pain."

He was answering him, locking himself in an irrevocable cage with his own hands.

A sane beast breaks free from its chains.

Cong Shan lowered his head and kissed him fiercely.