Four Seasons Three Meals

This night, they stayed at Zhang's hometown.

Mr. Zhang likes Jiang Yan very much. Jiang Yan doesn't talk much, so it's just right to go fishing with him.

Mrs. Yan also liked him very much, and gave him a book and wrote a message on the title page.

After taking a shower at night, Jiang Yan didn't change his clothes, but wore Jiang Huai's old clothes.The clothes were too small for him to wear, and Jiang Huai looked at him and smiled.

They were lying on the bed, and Jiang Huai chatted with him. Jiang Yan was a little cautious at first, but then he opened up and talked a lot.

Jiang Huai found that Jiang Yan had grown into a person with independent thinking before he knew it.

He saw in Jiang Yan, the growth track that he had been avoiding all along.

He didn't want Jiang Yan to be like him.

Jiang Huai had mixed feelings in his heart.

They talked until late at night before falling asleep.

The next morning, Jiang Huai sent Jiang Yan downstairs, and then took the train back to Jiangcheng alone.

The green hills stretch for thousands of miles, with regular ups and downs, extending into the darkness of the tunnel.

The expression on Jiang Huai's face also alternated between light and dark.

Without telling Cong Shan, he returned home quietly and locked himself in the room.

Cong Shan came home from get off work and saw Jiang Huai's return when he saw the shoes at the door.

Cong Shan went to knock on the door, but no one answered.

Cong Shan called him softly: "Huaibao?"

Still no one in the house responded.

Cong Shan was worried, opened the door with the key, and walked in.

Jiang Huai huddled in the corner of the bed wrapped in a quilt, with two stacks of documents in front of him.

Cong Shan walked around the torn family portrait on the ground and sat beside him.

Jiang Huai pursed his lips, turned sideways, with his back to Congshan.

Cong Shan simply stretched out his arms to hug him, swallowing the whole person into his arms.

Jiang Huai twisted, but couldn't break free.

He stopped moving, and drew notes on the paper with a pen.

Cong Shan looked at the things in his hand, one was written with the legal recruitment information of major companies in Jiangcheng, and the other was with the enrollment information of major high schools in Jiangcheng.

Combined with the torn family portrait on the ground, Cong Shan guessed his mind all over the place.

Jiang Huai had been holding back his anger at home, but now he had a heart attack and lost his temper in front of him.

Cong Shan said: "Huaibao, do you know that when I was young I almost burned my house down."

Jiang Huai didn't speak, but Cong Shan didn't mind, and continued talking on his own.

"Cong Yue and I have been at odds since childhood, and my father always punished me regardless of what happened."

They were in the same situation, so Cong Shan felt the same way for Jiang Huai.

Jiang Huai still didn't speak, Cong Shan hugged him quietly.

After a while, the zongzi in his arms moved, Jiang Huai turned around, buried his head in Cong Shan's neck, and wrapped his hands gently around his waist.

Cong Shan patted his back soothingly, feeling the aggrieved wetness in the pit of his neck.

Jiang Huai cried silently. After crying enough, he raised his head and looked at Congshan choked up.

Cong Shan pushed his cheeks away, his sticky hair was wet with tears, and said, "Huaibao, it's okay if you lose your temper once in a while."

Jiang Huai was very tired in his heart, showing a little bit, extremely depressed.

Cong Shan said: "Huaibao, let's get up and wash our faces, and then I'll make you some delicious food, okay?"

Jiang Huai responded feebly and got up slowly.

Cong Shan took him to the toilet and twisted the wet veil for him.Jiang Huai lazily stood aside, waiting for someone to serve him.

Cong Shan wiped his face clean, let him go to the living room to watch TV, and go to the kitchen to cook dinner alone.

He cleaned the sea bass, steamed it, took it out, removed the bones and chopped it into minced meat, put the fish bones and fish head back into the pot, added water and boiled it slowly.

The fish soup is time-consuming. Cong Shan cuts the bamboo shoots, washes the water shield and blanch them. When the fish soup is bubbling in the pot, put them all in, and then add salt and gorgon powder in turn.

Finally, add the minced fish and you are ready to serve.

He poured the soup into a purple sand cup and brought it to the dining room, and saw Jiang Huai sitting in the living room, peeling oranges one by one in his hands.

The pulp remained untouched and was neatly placed in the fruit plate.He tore the orange peels to pieces and scattered them all over the coffee table.

The old version of "Dream of Red Mansions" was playing on TV. Qingwen tore up the fan, Baoyu's, and the musk moon.

Cong Shan sat over, held his hand, and wiped his fingers with a wet towel: "Huaibao, you'll get angry if you eat too many oranges."

Jiang Huai withdrew his hand, ate a piece, and handed the rest to Cong Shan.

He didn't want to eat it, but just imitated Qingwen and tore off the orange peel to vent his anger.

Cong Shan understood, took the fruit plate and put it aside, took him to dinner, and planned to squeeze orange juice for him at night.

Jiang Huai sat at the dining table, holding a bowl and lightly drinking a spoonful of fish soup.

The soup is thick and tender, the fish meat is soft, and the water shield is crisp and tasteless.Before Jiang Huai had time to taste the taste, he had already eaten a spoonful of fish soup.

Cong Shan put a slice of toasted steamed bun on the plate, Jiang Huai took a bite and tasted it slowly.

The skin is crispy, and the inside is soft. Congshan uses honey as the sealing sauce, which is sweet and refreshing.

After eating the delicious food, Jiang Huai's mood brightened slightly.

He asked Cong Shan: "What is this?"

Cong Shan replied: "Crisp Qiongye."

Jiang Huai had never heard of it before, but thought the name was elegant, like the first snow in winter, falling on the ground and the vast expanse of whiteness was really clean.

"'The round Ying monk is short, and the clear pine is light. Cut it into Qiong leaves and chew them to make the sound of snowflakes.'" Cong Shan said patiently, "The crisp Qiong leaves are made by the Song people. The steamed cakes are dried slightly, cut into thin slices, and painted After adding honey or oil, put it on the fire and bake it, spread a piece of paper on the ground, spread it on the paper after baking, and spread the fire away," he paused, and said, "It's actually a piece of baked steamed bun."

Jiang Huai said: "Where there is joy, baked steamed buns can also be extremely elegant."

Cong Shan said: "Xu likes to tear silk, and Qingwen tears fans, all of which are the result of the ancient people's enthusiasm."

Jiang Huai recalled the pleasure of tearing the orange peel just now, and nodded sympathetically.

He expresses his feelings: "If possible, I also want to live a free and easy life like Qingwen."

Cong Shan shook his head and said, "You are Shi Xiangyun."

Thinking of her verdict, Jiang Huai thought about it, and recited it word by word: "What's the point of being rich? My parents disobeyed me when I was a baby. Squinting my eyes and hanging on to the sun, the Xiangjiang River passed away and Chu Yunfei."

"Parents disobedience between swaddling babies" is not exactly the same, but it is generally appropriate.

From the bottom of his heart, he had a pessimism about his own destiny that could not be reconciled.

Cong Shan shook his head, and said: "You are worthy of being a handsome and talented man, and you will be able to live forever, and you must have the rough shape of your childhood."

He is changing and boasting that he is a "talented and handsome man"...

Jiang Huai couldn't hold back, he burst out laughing with a "puchi", and the rain turned sunny in his heart.

After dinner, Cong Shan took him out to relax.

They parked their car at a remote alley, and Cong Shan took Jiang Huai in with two jars of wine that he did not know when to prepare.

They walked to the end of the alley and knocked on a dilapidated door.

The master chef was wearing an apron covered with paint, and was cursing when he opened the door. He saw the wine jar in Cong Shan's hand, his expression relaxed, and he turned around to let them in with a soft snort.

The courtyard is full of fragrant trees, and the walls are full of old calligraphy and paintings, some famous and some not famous. In the courtyard, there is a small copper pot, which is boiling fish maw.

Cong Shan explained to Jiang Huai that the old master was a repairman of calligraphy and painting. He studied under Liu Shaohou and focused on restoring Zhang Daqian's paintings in his early years.

Cong Shan said: "Actually, Master Zhong's most famous work is Wang Wei's "Plantains in the Snow."

There are not many people who know this craft now. Jiang Huai has never seen a painting, but he has heard of Wang Wei, and he is in awe and cautious.

The old master sat on a stone bench, holding a monocle mirror in his right hand, and carefully scrutinized the painting in front of him in the twilight of the sky.

He looked at it for a while, then looked up at Congshan: "What did you bring?"

Cong Shan put the wine jar on the table and said, "A ray of chalcedony is a touch of Zhongshan's thousand-day spring."

The master chef unsealed it, and the aroma of wine overflowed.He nodded with satisfaction, stood up, and led them into the workshop.

In the studio, there are screens on four sides, depicting scenes of the four seasons. The spring scene is peony and peacock, the summer scene is lotus mandarin duck, the autumn scene is hibiscus egret, and the winter scene is bamboo and stone rooster. The brushwork is natural and easy-going, revealing a gentle interest in life.

Cong Shan looked at it, and said with a smile: "It's the same opportunity as Wang Wei's snow-covered plantain. You have found a treasure this time."

The master master said triumphantly: "This is Ren Xun's four-season screen, which I bought from Tianguang Market."

They exchanged their experiences. Jiang Huai looked at the summer scenery, and a reed swayed gently in the clear sky. Under the reed, lotus flowers were in full bloom, and the lotus leaves touched the sky. The sense of quietness and tranquility has the artistic conception of Song Ci.

He doesn't know how to appreciate calligraphy and painting, but he also enjoys it.

This is the case with masterpieces, which can be high-profile or popular, and are suitable for all ages. The elegant can see the people of Xialiba, and the vulgar can also taste the spring and white snow.

Jiang Huai looked at it slowly, the world was full of scenery and things, and they took advantage of their young age to lay a foundation for the life of the old queen.

The old master went out to drink, and they watched slowly indoors.

There are many treasures in the studio, and there are exquisite hollowed-out window grilles on the screen windows. Jiang Huai took a closer look, only to find that the window grilles are embroidered, with different patterns on the front and back, each with its own unique charm.

Jiang Huai was amazed, and heard Cong Shan say: "Master Zhong's wife was a master of Shu embroidery when she was young."

"and then?"

"Master Zhong had a hot temper when he was young, and he tore up wedding photos whenever he had a quarrel. Mrs. Zhong ran away from home and never came back. Master Zhong didn't say anything, but he never repaired a picture of a lady in the rest of his life."

Thinking of the family portrait he tore up, Jiang Huai felt a little bit regretful.

Cong Shan said: "Pictures and photos are the carriers of memories. Mrs. Zhong was heartbroken. Master Zhong regretted it. It is useless to repair the wedding photos."

Jiang Huai listened, and asked Cong Shan: "Master... can you repair the photos?"

Cong Shan nodded and asked, "Huaibao, do you want to try?"

Jiang Huai let out a "hmm" and said, "It's a pity that I threw away all the photos..."

As he spoke, he saw Cong Shan take out a small box, open it, and inside were fragments of a family portrait.

Jiang Huai blushed.

Cong Shan guessed exactly what was going on in his mind.

Jiang Huai was embarrassed and hid outside.

The old master saw him and called him to drink: "What's your name?"

Jiang Huai honestly reported his family background.

The master asked again: "Are you and Cong Shan dating?"

Jiang Huai nodded in acknowledgment.

The old master said: "Cong Shan is a good person, with a good eye for painting."

Jiang Huai and You Rong Yan.

He took a sip of the wine, the old wine was full-bodied and full of stamina, his face was flushed.

The old master said again: "You are not bad, you have a good eye for people."

Jiang Huai was a little top-heavy, but he still smiled happily when he heard this sentence.

Seeing that he is well-behaved, the old master couldn't help playing tricks and kept pouring him wine.

Jiang Huai would not refuse, he drank it cup by cup, lying on the table, looking at the moon with his arms under his head, with a relaxed and happy expression.

When Cong Shan came out, the old master went out to dance in the square. Jiang Huai was leaning on the big stone in the courtyard to hang paintings, holding a flower in his hand.The flower is Huangshan tribute chrysanthemum, the petals are as white as snow, and the flowers and branches are green.He casually pulled the petals, fed them into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

Chrysanthemum is cold in nature, Cong Shan is afraid that he will be gluttonous, so he walks over and snatches the remaining flowers from him.

Jiang Huai was drunk, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were bright, and he looked at Cong Shan suspiciously.

Cong Shan couldn't help laughing: "You are really drunk and lying in Xiangyun, with a graceful appearance and chewing flowers."

Jiang Huai's body was light and light, but there was still a trace of clarity in his mind.

He was embarrassed and wanted to cover Cong Shan's mouth with his hand, but he was top-heavy and fell into Cong Shan's arms again.

Cong Shan caught the drunkard firmly.

Jiang Huai was fed food and looked at famous paintings. He was in a good mood. He felt like a shrew during the day and regretted it very much.

He whispered, "I don't remember it, and you don't remember it, okay?"

Cong Shan couldn't help laughing, and kissed the top of his hair: "Okay."

tomorrow is a new day.