Flower wine

Without this world of mortals. "

Tang Mu was too lazy to bicker with him, and was busy decocting medicine for Jiang Xi.Heilong ate a snack, tightened the quilt, and continued to sleep soundly.

The vast world of mortals is not worth a piece of quilt or a piece of crisp.

Jiang Xi fiddled with the handkerchief, who gave it to him. It was at his hand from the moment he woke up. There were a few tufts of fluffy fur inside, and it was impossible to tell what kind of animal it was.

A strong sense of familiarity collided in my mind, as if breaking out of the ground, like falling into an abyss, like being in a cloud, and when I thought about it further, there was a sudden lightning and thunder in my mind, and intense pain hit, and it was instantly white.

After the heavy snow, there is nothingness.

No matter how many times I tried, but Jiang Xi was sure that it must be a very important person.

The mountains and snow are vast, and everything is silent. I don’t know whether the miraculous butterfly flew into the sky or merged with the heavy snow. It disappeared without a trace, and its soul returned to its hometown.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a world of beauty and peach blossoms in full bloom.

Flowing clouds have no roots, and water shadows are invisible. In the gazebo in the back garden of Yao Mansion in Jinling, a man and a woman are drinking tea and admiring the flowers.

"Why didn't brother visit the bank today?" Yao Tong asked softly, sipping pastries with one hand.The other hand gently stroked the swollen belly.

The so-called Eighteen Changes of Women's University, the tomboy of the past has become a dignified woman exuding maternal light today, and I have to sigh the gift and power of time.

Yao Yan looked at his sister tenderly, and in an instant, he felt that everything he had done was worth it.

Because the bank in the hands of the Yao family was collected by him after his defeat in the Jiang family.

An unwarranted charge caused Jiang's family to bleed like rivers, and their families were ruined.

Of course, this is also mixed with the jealousy of Yao Fu, Shi Zefang and others towards Jiang Fu.

The indifference and cruelty contained in the inferior nature of human beings are torn apart.

If it weren't for Li Kei, Cheng Yaojin, who came out halfway and created a sect to compete with him, if it wasn't for his hesitation at the beginning, Jiang Xi would never have survived to become famous in Yangshan, so he wouldn't have many worries.

Up to this point, Yao Yan's gaze began to become complicated.Bai Qing, as his brother-in-law and Jiang Xi's younger brother, if one day Jiang Xi comes to seek revenge again, who will he turn towards?

There is one thing that can be believed, that is, Bai Qing will definitely protect his sister and children, and this is enough for Yao Yan.

"Both left and right work for the higher-ups. It doesn't make much difference if you don't go for a day or two. It's you, who is about to give birth, and still cares about these trivial matters." Yao Yan smiled lightly, and pushed the fruit plate in hand towards Yao Tong. pushed.

Yao Tong smiled knowingly, overflowing with happiness.

"Where's Xiaobai? Why didn't you see him?"

"I don't know, I went out with big bags and small bags early in the morning." Yao Tong looked at Yao Yan's slightly darkened face, and hurriedly added: "Brother, you have to trust him, trust Tong'er, okay?"

Yao Yan was noncommittal, and took the time to say: "Don't worry about it."

Bai Qing ran all the way down the mountain, exhausted. After resting at the door of the house to catch his breath, he flew up to the roof where he and Yao Tong lived.

Unexpectedly, there was a person on the roof, staring at him blankly, and that person flew in front of him in two or three steps.

"I'm back." Yao Yan said indifferently.

Bai Qing lowered her eyes: "Yes."

"Nothing to tell me?"

Bai Qing still lowered her eyes: "Yes."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and wanted to fall, but Yao Yan grabbed his arm, and his voice seemed to be wrapped in cotton wool, choking and choking, as if he had wasted a lot of strength, even his arms were shaking: "He... .Are you ok?"

Bai Qing raised her eyebrows and looked at him in surprise, as if she didn't know this uncle.

After a while, after reconfirming the sincerity in Yao Yan's eyes, Bai Qing shook his head: "It's just a living dead."

Afterwards, he shook off Yao Yan fiercely, and fell gently into the courtyard.

"Tong'er, I'm back!" A voice of "Tong'er" filled my heart with infinite tenderness.

"Why did you come back? Where did you go fooling around?" Yao Tong said softly and angrily, "I'm angry, come in quickly."

"No kidding around, I'll buy you candied haws!"

As Bai Qing entered, the voices of the young couple shooting guns and cursing gradually became blurred, Yao Yan looked at the empty palms, still trembling uncontrollably.

That boy, the boy who filled his whole green memory, came back.

The setting sun is like blood, and the setting sun is sprinkled with gold, coating the huge Yao Mansion with a thick layer of gold. After the burning, the Yao Mansion was perfectly reproduced according to the previous buildings and decorations, as if nothing had happened .

As if this would ease the pain and guilt in my heart.

At dinner time, Yao Yan came to a remote corner in the southwest of Yao Mansion with a pot of Huajian wine and a box of side dishes.

There is a small nunnery here, with gray walls and earth tiles, which is extremely simple, and strands of fragrance continue to overflow from it.

Yao Yan knocked on the wooden door: "Is Daoist Shi here?"

After a while, there was a sound of wooden wheels grinding the ground: "Come in." The voice was torn and dull, like a dilapidated bellows.

Since the snowy night battle with Jiang Xi back then, Shi Ze conveniently "imprisoned" himself in this corner. His body has long been disabled, and his spirit has also weakened.

Yao Yan pushed open the door cautiously, not only the fragrant sandalwood and burning incense, but also a sense of dilapidation from constant attacks.

In just three years, Shi Zefang has declined from a pine-like heyday middle-aged man to a silver-haired skinny man. The years have been extremely cruel to him, and his abyss-like eyes are no longer dark, but coated with a layer of gray film. This sense of decadence all over the place blends into one.

After all, things are right and people are wrong.

Looking around the nunnery, apart from the simplest dusty beds, tables and chairs, there is only a big Buddha, condescendingly examining the world.

Under the dust in the room, only the Buddha statue is shining, which shows that someone cleans it frequently.

"I've lost my leg, so it's very hard every time I clean the Buddha statue!" Shi Zefang murmured as he saw what Yao Yan was thinking.

"Senior, long time no see." Yao Yan hurriedly came back to his senses, put down the food and drink, knelt down, and respectfully kowtowed three times to Shi Zefang.

Shi Zefang was not polite and didn't speak, he accepted it silently.

Yao Yan stood up, bowed and said: "The junior knows that the senior doesn't like to be disturbed by anyone. Unless there is something on his mind, he would never dare to disturb you."

Shi Zefang turned the wheelchair and walked towards the wooden table: "Talk while eating."

"Hey!"

Yao Yan hurriedly picked up the food and drink and walked to the table. There was a thick layer of dust on the table, and there was no trace of tableware. Yao Yan sighed deeply in his heart, and he didn't know how the old man lived. day.

"Clean the table, and then put the food on." Shi Zefang closed his eyes and ordered.

Yao Yan has never done such a thing since he was born, so he had to go to find a rag, but he couldn't find it after searching around, so he had to take out the handkerchief he carried with him, wiped it with water several times, and watched helplessly. The handkerchief turned into a stick of mud.

"It's almost enough, let's set up the wine and food."

"Okay, this is it, junior."

Yao Yan quickly arranged the food and drink, a plate of salted duck, a plate of oil and salt peanuts, a plate of fried beef with sauce, a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus fish, and a plate of soup dumplings

Shi Zefang looked up and said with a smile, "You still remember what I like to eat."

"The younger generation dare not forget everything about the senior. The senior is the savior of our Yao family. Not to mention this life, even the next life, I will never forget it." Yao Yan was a little excited, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

Shi Zefang remained silent, stretched out a hand like withered bark, and slowly poured himself a glass of wine.

"Senior, in front of the Buddha, this wine?" Yao Yan asked hurriedly.

"It's okay. The wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha will keep it in his heart." Shi Zefang raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

"Good wine! It's old!" Shi Zefang's gray eyes suddenly lit up, with a hint of sharpness from back then.

"Yes, it's been ten years. It's been buried in the ground, and I don't want to drink it." Yao Yan stared blankly at the wine in the glass, lost in distant memories.

"Brother Yan, I have collected a lot of petals. There are so many beautiful flowers in your back garden!" Eight-year-old Jiang Xi showed off to Yao Yan with a toothy grin, carrying a bag of petals around his clothes.

Ten-year-old Yao Yan began to understand, and his heart sank suddenly. The back garden was full of precious flowers and plants specially planted by his father. Peonies, green pouches and other trees were of high medicinal value!

I just wanted to get angry, but when I saw Jiang Xi's cute appearance that day, and her big eyes flickering with aura, I lost all anger in an instant.

Yao Yan originally wanted to bury the flowers in the ground secretly, but secretly thought it was a pity, and suddenly had a plan, and hurriedly sent his servants to buy a good Nvhong.

"Xi'er, let's soak these flowers in daughter's red, and when we get married, dig them out and give them to our respective wives, okay?"

"Brother Yan is so thoughtful! Let's bury more altars!"

"You brat, how many wives do you want to marry!"

"Which man doesn't have three wives and four concubines!"

Yao Yan put the flowers into the wine jar, and taught Jiang Xi a lesson: "Let me tell you, there is one person who can know each other's hearts, and it is enough to grow old forever!"

Jiang Xi held his big head in his small hands, eyes full of puzzlement, and said with a smile: "I don't understand, but I will do what brother Yan does! Only your dog head is my guide!"

"That's called following the horse's lead!"

"Wait, who are you calling a dog! Look, I won't clean you up!"

In the summer of that year, a hundred flowers were in full bloom, and the two bamboo horse teenagers laughed and played in the summer wind and among the flowers, and together they buried the wine jar full of hope under the big pagoda tree in Yao Mansion.

A hot tear from Yao Yan dripped into the wine among flowers.

Late regret is cheaper than grass.

break the cocoon

half year later.

The golden valley becomes empty, after the prosperity, Luoshui flows eastward.Evening clouds cover the field, the wind at the ferry