Beautiful apprentice dressed as a demon

When he woke up the next day, there was no sign of Li Wenzhao beside him.

Jiang Huai sat up, hugged himself sleepily, his mind was empty, the morning light shone in the room, his eyelids could not stop drooping due to the warmth, at last he didn't pay attention, his head bumped on his knee, and he woke up.

Li Wenzhao was sitting in the yard looking at the crabapple. April was the most prosperous season for the crabapple. The flowering branches were scattered and the petals were carmine red. Every cluster was tender and tender, as if water could be squeezed out.

When Jiang Huai came out of the room, he met his eyes, and Li Wenzhao waved to him, motioning him to sit down.

"Master, do you want some water?" Li Wenzhao hugged him on his lap, watching a tree of crabapple swaying in the wind, and suddenly a few petals would fall.

"Not thirsty," Li Wenzhao asked him warmly, "Why did you get up so early today, don't you want to sleep any longer?"

Jiang Huai shook his head, stretched out his hand, and picked up a petal that was about to fall on his clothes: "If you sleep well at night, you will naturally wake up early."

Li Wenzhao smiled, looked at him holding the petals in his hands, and said, "Tell me about the past, okay?"

past?Jiang Huai looked up at him, "My past?"

"Well," Li Wenzhao said while holding his hand, "I've never heard you mention it."

It seems so.He never mentioned his past.Jiang Huai thought for a while and said truthfully: "Actually, Master and I don't come from the same world... Is my world bigger than this world?"

He didn't know how to organize his words, so he paused for a long time before talking about his family affairs: "My real name is Jiang Huai. My mother said that Jiang He Hu Hai will have a great fortune and a better life. I also have an older brother named Jiang Huai. Jiang Ze, my father's surname is also Jiang, his name is Jiang Qifu..."

He rambled on for a long time, and he almost failed to tell the names of the seven aunts and the eight aunts.

Li Wenzhao listened quietly without interrupting him, the petals in his hand were pinched and wilted, and his palms were covered with sweat.

"My brother never came back after he left home. My mother said something ugly and wanted to sever ties with him," Jiang Huai said in a low voice. "Before this incident, I always thought that my brother loved me very much, but he He never came back to see me, maybe he didn't care about me as much as I thought."

In my memory, Jiang Ze was also a gentleman, gentle and gentle, with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes under the narrow gold-rimmed glasses, his brother loved to smile, and his smile was full of warmth.

When he saw Xie Xiao for the first time, he couldn't help thinking of Jiang Ze, and because of this, he liked to be close to Xie Xiao.

"He likes to wear suits, he is a delicate person," Jiang Huai continued, "His shirts and suits are all ironed, so thin that there are no creases at all."

Li Wenzhao listened carefully to what he said.

"He is a university professor and a well-educated person. Unlike me, I seem to have never been useful, both there and here." Jiang Huai recalled the past.

There is a lot of rain in spring in the south of the Yangtze River, and it rains for consecutive days. The raindrops splashed on the bluestone road and moistened the moss in the cracks. In such fine wind and rain, he squatted in the corridor on the first floor of the teaching building, watching the non-stop The rain was in a daze, and finally simply lifted the schoolbag over his head and ran away in the rain.

The shoes stepped on the small puddle, splashing water, and within two steps, someone blocked his way, and an umbrella blocked all the wind and rain for him.

Jiang Ze took his schoolbag with a smile and said, "I'm busy today, I'm late, it's my brother's fault, what do you want to eat? My brother took you to eat, it's a small apology."

My brother is a clean person, but that day, he saw that his brother's trouser legs were covered with muddy water, and his suit was half wet.

……

The eye sockets became hot again somehow, Jiang Huai rubbed his eyes to calm down his emotions.

There was a hand on the back of his head, and Li Wenzhao said softly: "He must also love you, but I feel that some love can be felt without saying it, right?"

Knowing that he was comforting himself, Jiang Huai nodded: "The first time I saw my brother, I thought he was very similar to my brother, so when I saw the letter that my brother left for me, I didn't think too much about it, so I went directly."

Li Wenzhao stared at him, and continued to listen to him.

"The other day, he told me that the dragon bones you gave me were used to spy on me. He said that he had something else to tell me in detail. Let me go there," Jiang Huai said softly, " It was because I didn't think it through clearly that I let Master go to Qilian Sword Sect at risk."

"I don't blame you, this is a matter between me and him. I owe him the Xie family, and I have to pay it back sooner or later." Li Wenzhao didn't want to get too involved in this topic, so he took the initiative to change other things, "Ben Virgo wants to hear about you in that world, such as what you like to eat?"

He deliberately chose a topic that Jiang Huai could talk more about.

"Master, have you ever eaten sand soup?" Jiang Huai compared the size of a pot with both hands, and said, "My mother used to make it, and she made such a big pot every time. I heard that the ingredients are the same everywhere. There are differences, but they are all made with eggs, and there are fungus and wheat kernels in them. I prefer to eat the boiled chicken soup, which I often ate when I was in school."

"Is there anything else?" Li Wenzhao asked following his words.

"Well," Jiang Huai said, "only the soup base is divided, bone soup and chicken soup, pepper and sesame oil are also sprinkled, so delicious."

"You ate it every day when you were in school?" Li Wenzhao held his hand and played with it, trying to find something for him to say.

"My mother would cook this for breakfast," Jiang Huai explained to him, "My home is south of the Huai River. In the south of the Yangtze River, it always rains like this in April. If it rains well, you can even dig bamboo shoots in the forest. , the bamboo shoots in this season are the most tender, and anything fried is delicious.”

"Jiangnan." Li Wenzhao repeated softly, "Is it from Jinling? Is it the same as our world?"

"Well... I don't know, but our alleys are full of bluestone roads, and moss grows on weekdays. When it snows, snow will seep into the cracks and a thin layer of ice will form. It's easy to slip when walking, I loved skating on it when I was young, and I fell many times." Jiang Huai looked at Li Wenzhao's face in the morning light, his hostility had faded, and his face looked extremely gentle.

"It's Pi." Li Wenzhao laughed, "But from what you've said, the difference shouldn't be that big."

"Well, it doesn't snow very much in the winter in the south of the Yangtze River, and occasionally there will be heavy snowfall. There is a big gap between Jiuyi Mountain and here." Look at our world."

Look at the [-] green hills in reality, covered with snow.

After the words fell, he paused for a while, feeling that he had said something stupid, and he couldn't go back by himself, so how could he take Li Wenzhao to see it?

Li Wenzhao sensed something wrong with him, held his hand firmly, kissed his forehead, and comforted him softly: "There will be a day."

Jiang Huai looked at him with a smile, organized his words for a long time, and then a simple "um" came to his lips.

Li Wenzhao didn't speak, the arms around his waist tightened a little, trying to hold him tighter.

The spring sun was soft and warm, and the wind picked up the lingering fragrance, quietly blowing off a few petals, hanging on the tip of the hair, Jiang Huai didn't notice it, Li Wenzhao helped him pick it off, and said, "Will I take you to Xiangzhai Fang today?" I promised you last time, counting the days, it’s been so long, I should go anyway.”

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Quietly, every time I write about these foods, I can write myself hungry...