Four Seasons Three Meals

On the weekend, the weather was fine and the sky was blue. Jiang Huai planted flowers at home and didn't want to go out.

He found a new kind of vine called Red Calyx Dragon Spit Bead, with strings of stamens hanging, light white when not in bloom, pink when half in bloom, red in full bloom, and purple red when in full bloom.

Cong Shan was in the study, looking at his documents, and occasionally looked up to see Jiang Huai happily outside.

His terrace has flowers, grass, bathtubs, and big white geese, which is more lively than the courtyard.

Cong Shan said to Jiang Huai through the green window screen, "Huai Bao, did you change your mind in your last life?"

Jiang Huai followed his words and said, "Yes."

He was busy for a while, and after planting, he went to water the other potted plants, a little proud, and said to Cong Shan: "I thought the vanilla in "Chu Ci" and the vines in "A Dream of Red Mansions" in Hengwu Garden were fictional. It seems to be there now.”

Cong Shan said: "Huaibao, this summer, I will take you to the botanical garden. There are many good things."

Jiang Huai turned his head and asked, "What good things are there?"

Cong Shan said: "Grow sparrow, emerald kudzu, golden camellia."

Jiang Huai was heartbroken after hearing this, and asked, "Can I plant it at home?"

Cong Shan said: "If you can grow it, I will buy it for you."

Jiang Huai smiled.

Cong Shan said: "Huaibao, did you buy a bottle of lake stones before?"

Jiang Huai said yes.

Cong Shan said: "Bring it in the afternoon, we are going to visit a friend."

Jiang Huai said: "Is it that friend of 'Hermit Seekers Don't Meet'?"

Cong Shan said yes, and said: "He got good tea, let's go and ask for two cups."

Jiang Huai said yes, thinking that the other party should be an interesting person.

In the afternoon, the two took lake stones and copybooks and went out to visit friends.

They went to Cheng Song's house on Nanshan, it was very quiet, the street outside was full of flowers and trees.

The scenery has an extreme time, and it is the best when it is drizzling.

The Cheng family is small and exquisite, with plantains planted inside the main entrance, and a cluster of fresh greenery.The entrance is a small building, which is styled in a Soviet-style courtyard. Instead of black tiles, it uses Lingnan green tiles, which is very unique.

Beside the path, there is a stone Buddha, a stone spring and a small qin, silk and bamboo.

On the other side of the bamboo forest, there is a small pond hidden, and a big tree on the bank. In the middle of the shadow of the tree, there is a stone table and stone bench. A young man is reading a book.

There is a row of bird cages on the big tree, with orioles, starlings, thrushes, and parrots.

The scene was so quiet that it made people feel a little dazed. It was clearly a bustling city outside, but in a blink of an eye it was already an ancient painting.

Under the bamboo forest, there is a large vat buried obliquely in the soil.

Jiang Huai asked: "What is this tank for?"

Cong Shan said: "He is usually in a bad mood, and he has to yell at the big tank to vent his anger."

Jiang Huai smiled and said, "Would he be in a bad mood if he lives in such a place?"

Cong Shan said: "He is rather stingy, and he gets angry for a long time about little things."

Cheng Song heard this, and he saw Cong Shan when he pushed the door in.

It's as if he, the master, is dead and doesn't even say hello, which would call him stingy.

Cheng Song stopped reading and asked Cong Shan, "How do you know that I just made a small pot of new tea?"

Cong Shan smiled, took Jiang Huai to sit at the stone table, flipped through a few books that Cheng Song had read, and asked, "What is this? A map of the ancient city? Kunqu opera manual?"

Cheng Song said yes, after brewing tea, he served some refreshments. The reddish-brown Nantang was placed in a small half-open bamboo basket, without a plate, and the bottom of the basket was covered with plantains.

Jiang Huai took a sip. It was hollow and crispy, covered with sesame seeds. It was moderately sweet, and it went well with bitter tea.

Cheng Song glanced at Jiang Huai, and asked Cong Shan: "This is the girl you hid in the golden house?"

Cong Shan smiled, and Jiang Huai smiled slightly.

Cheng Song said to Cong Shan: "You are also lucky. The "Qing Jing Sutra" is so hard to find, but you found it all."

Cong Shan followed his temperament and said, "This is the method of predestined relationship."

Cheng Song said: "Look at those ancient cities, the thousand-year-old city walls have been demolished and made into main roads, leaving only gaudy place names. Are they all unfavorable?"

Cong Shan asked back: "I searched for you three times, but I couldn't find you. Could it be that there is no fate?"

Cheng Song stopped talking.

Cong Shan teased: "Master Cheng, there are so many unfortunate things, your big tank is almost out of capacity."

Cheng Song was still suffering there, it was the first time Jiang Huai saw such a strange person.

Cong Shan took a sip of tea and said, "You have to wake up with common things."

Cheng Song said: "A common thing is to watch operas. What he sings is the narrow-mindedness of a scholar. He proudly became the number one scholar, and he always went back to humiliate those who looked down on him. I don't remember that the number one scholar in history books is not so low."

Jiang Huai laughed first.

Cong Shan also smiled, and said, "I, a common man, came to your house to ask you two common things."

Cheng Song said, "Speak."

Cong Shan said: "I recently fell in love with a stock, and you bought it for me."

Cheng Song asked, "Are you planning to change careers?"

Cong Shan said, "I don't plan to, that's why I let you buy in."

Cheng Song said: "I have too much personal relationship with you, and I haven't done business for a long time. If I buy a lot, they will guess it."

Cong Shan said: "That's why I came to you, you don't need to avoid suspicion."

Cheng Song smiled and said, "What about your attitude of begging for help?"

Cong Shan smiled and said: "Hu Shi, which one of the "Qing Jing Tie" is not in your favor?"

Cheng Song nodded, smiled, responded, and said, "I've already figured it out after you've spent all your money. What about the second thing?"

Cong Shan said: "The second thing is a little more difficult."

Cheng Song said, "Then I can't do it."

Cong Shan said, "It's up to you."

Cheng Song said, "Talk about it first."

Cong Shan said: "The young master of the Cong family's family, surnamed Li, is attracted to you and wants to learn painting from you."

Cheng Song said: "Are you confused? I don't accept apprentices, and I don't sell paintings."

Cong Shan said: "I know this is difficult for the strong, so I sincerely ask you."

Cheng Song was in a difficult situation for a while.

Cong Shan said: "In terms of personal friendship, I will use our acquaintance's friendship to ask you; in terms of business, I will make a deal with you."

Cheng Song said, "What?"

Cong Shan said, "I can transfer the land of Faren Temple to you."

Cheng Song was moved, hesitated for a long time, and agreed.

Cheng Song wanted to play chess with Cong Shan, but Cong Shan couldn't say anything, and Cheng Song was thinking about Cong Shan's inscription, and begged him to engrave a Shoushan stone, but Cong Shan said there was no time.

Cheng Song was so angry that he said, "I drank the tea too. I also agreed to what you asked me to do. I beg you to do something, just like begging your ancestors."

Cong Shan said with a smile: "You are not the beauty of my Jinwuzang, you are worthy of my wholehearted care."

Cheng Song turned to Jiang Huai and said, "You must have a way to cure him!"

Jiang Huai smiled without saying a word.

Cong Shan said: "Let's go first. Next time you have new tea, we will come again."

Cheng Song scolded people, and then sent the guests to the door, saying that he would definitely come again when he was free.

On the way home, Cong Shan said that there was a Ming city wall nearby, towering and majestic, a Jin Dynasty lake with uninterrupted water veins, a Song city pool with ruined walls, and a Han Taoist temple full of incense.

Jiang Huai said: "The ancient city is still there, this Cheng Song is too idealistic."

Cong Shan said: "He's sick and crazy. He has just recuperated in the past few years."

Jiang Huai let out an "ah".

Cong Shan said: "He has always been sober and organized. But if someone upsets him, he will go crazy. His family members wanted to cure his mania, and sent him to see a psychiatrist for several years."

Jiang Huai was thoughtful, thinking that it was no wonder Cheng Song would often live in the temple.

Ordinary people think that he is high and low, so he can only talk to the Buddha.

Jiang Huai thought of the living treasure prince again, suddenly laughed out loud, and said, "I don't know who can cure the prince or Cheng Song."

Cong Shan smiled mysteriously, and said: "You have the final say on this matter, Yue Lao has the final say."

When he got home, Jiang Huai was a little dazed and wanted to copy the ancient map.

He sat on the floor of the living room, took a pencil and ruler, and was not in a hurry to finish the drawing, but slowly added to the places he visited.

Hundreds of years ago, which nylon guild hall was the office of Bashu silk, and which old-style ancestral hall was the foothold of scientific research in the provincial capital.

On the site of the metropolis, there are no idle pens.

Cong Shan helped him draw, took a pencil, and first determined the location of the palace on the paper, saying: "Huaibao, give the city owner 2000 years ago some face."

He came to the interest, and marked the king's tomb, announcing the end of a dynasty.

Jiang Huai and Cong Shan painted together. In 2000, only a few Taoist temples remained. As for the crowded markets, they were all buried underground.

A little to two or three hundred years ago in modern times, everything gradually became clear, and many buildings and gardens were scattered.

Modern times are only 40 years old, but there are already many buildings, new and old locations have moved, some are prosperous, and some are unlucky.

Jiang Huai bid for a new building. Cong Shan said, "It used to be a beverage company, but now it's a real estate building."

Jiang Huai said, "I want to buy a building."

Cong Shan couldn't help laughing.

Jiang Huai asked: "Why are you laughing? You don't believe that I will have a building in the future?"

Cong Shan asked with a smile: "Huaibao, if you have a building, what kind of property will it be in?"

Jiang Huai said confidently, "I haven't made up my mind yet."

Cong Shan said: "Huaibao, you can think about it slowly, such a big cake can be drawn slowly. After all, Grandma Liu left a glass of alcohol when she visited the Grand View Garden, and drank it slowly."

Jiang Huai laughed and wanted to beat him, but Cong Shan grabbed his hand and hugged him tightly, saying, "If you want to own a mansion, you must be on the rich list. You can't be so violent, it's easy to get news."

Jiang Huai asked: "Could it be that those who own the mansion knew their future fate when they were young?"

Cong Shan said: "That's right. In the future you will own a building, what should I do?"

Jiang Huai thought for a while and said, "You can come to be a security guard, and you also need to help me collect rent."

Knowing that he did it on purpose, Cong Shan smiled and said, "It's a duty."

At night, they lay in bed and talked about the day's affairs. Jiang Huai couldn't forget Cheng Song, and asked Cong Shan: "Maybe he is normal, but others are abnormal."

Cong Shan said: "This is also possible. But the word normal itself equals the majority."

Jiang Huai sighed, and asked a lot about Cheng Song.

He smiled and said, "Huaibao, I'm going to be jealous. When you first met me, you didn't have so many questions."

Jiang Huai said: "I'm afraid I'll be sick like Cheng Song, only a little bit, if I don't know you."

Cong Shan was gentler, bowed his head and kissed him, it was a comforting kiss.

Jiang Huai ignored him, dodged, hid under the quilt, it was a small world again.

Cong Shan had nothing to do with him, so he lay down with him and said bluffingly: "That Cheng Song, I will definitely settle the score with him later."

Jiang Huai said nothing.

Cong Shan said: "Huaibao, you are a bit like a sushi roll now, and a bit like a skewered meat in oden."

Jiang Huai turned his head to reveal his head, and said, "You are the one who cooks Oden!"

Cong Shan asked: "Are you trying to scare me like that just now?"

Jiang Huai didn't speak.

Cong Shan reached out and unbuttoned the collar of his pajamas one by one.

Jiang Huai kept looking into his eyes.

Cong Shan is not angry with him, just wants him.His movements were direct and not gentle, pinching his wrist and trapping him.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Huai stared at him blankly.

Cong Shan kissed his lips, opened his teeth, and entangled the tips of his tongue.When he was pushing hard, Jiang Huai only felt that his waist was very soft, and he was completely at his mercy.

He possessed Jiang Huai to prevent him from getting out of control a little bit, and he was very unwilling to reason.

He liked Jiang Huai's blushing face, he smelled good, Cong Shan smiled at him, Jiang Huai wanted to reach out and scratch his back, but he was not really willing to do it.

Cong Shan laughed out loud and kissed his hand rascally, the two of them quarreled on the bed for a long time, lingering and tossing and tossing for half the night.