The little man on the apex

People in southern China drink a lot of rice wine and fruit wine on weekdays, such as green plum wine and sweet-scented osmanthus wine. If they are more particular, they will give these wines a nice name, such as "Qiuyuebai" and "Yuanshanqing". The alcohol content is not high. , Drinking it is elegant, unlike the northerners, who often like to drink spicy sorghum wine.

Yan Heyi is an authentic southerner, she doesn't drink alcohol on weekdays, and only tastes one or two glasses of wine during certain special festivals.

Until a wedding banquet was held in the village, some men pulled Yan Heyi to persuade him to drink. He didn't want to drink, but he was provoked by the phrase "scholars only know how to read", and he insisted on drinking all those men to the ground. Since then, he Knowing how much you can drink.

To be exact, it was a look of disdain for everyone—at least the attitude of everyone in Ping'an Village.

The green plum wine was filled, but Yan Heyi still looked calm and breezy.

"Fifteen twenty-five!"

"Fifteen 22 ten!"

"..."

Yuan Xi lost, tilted his head briskly, and drank the green plum wine in the bowl on his back.

Yan Heyi seemed a little embarrassed, and felt that this might be bullying the students, so she said softly, "It's okay, it's just a game, don't take it too seriously, drink slowly."

After saying that, he took out a clean handkerchief and gently wiped the green plum wine that flowed down to Yuan Xi's chin.

Yuan Xi picked up the jar and poured himself a bowl, then smiled slyly, and said loudly: "Come again!"

"Fifteen 22 ten!"

"Fifteen twenty-five!"

"..."

Yan Heyi was in charge and drank a bowl of green plum wine.

Furthermore, Yuan Xi moved extremely fast, and Yan Heyi didn't want to be inferior, so she sped up her speed.

This time, there was a stalemate for several rounds. Yan Heyi didn't keep up with the shape of his hands, and shouted "fifteen twenty-five" in his mouth. He punched with his left hand, but he didn't open the palm of his right hand, and only stretched out three fingers.

He simply raised his head to drink, but his face was not as relaxed as before.

Yuan Xi seemed to have noticed the subtle change in Yan Heyi's expression, and stuck out his tongue quietly: "It's okay, it's just a game."

Yan Heyi rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of her strong forearm: "Come again!"

"Fifteen twenty-five!"

"Fifteen 22 ten!"

Yan Heyi is probably not very good at making fifteen hand shapes. Every time his two hands seem to interfere with each other, he can't do things independently, but the stubbornness he had when he was studying came out again, and he insisted on calling fifteen.

The candle on the table was half burnt unknowingly, the candle dripped miserably, Yan Heyi drank several bowls of green plum wine, already a little tipsy.

The wine in the altar had bottomed out, except for the bowl that Yuan Xi drank first, the rest went into Yan Heyi's stomach, and he probably also tried his maximum drinking capacity - 16 taels of green plum wine in a jar.

I don't know if it was reflected by the candlelight or the wine was too hot, Yan Heyi's face was so red that it seemed to drip down, her ears were also red, slightly transparent in the candlelight.

Yuan Xi couldn't move his eyes: Yan Heyi drank the wine, the corners of his mouth were filled with a smile, his slender eyes were slightly squinted, much more beautiful than the usual ice face.

To be precise, Yuan Xi thinks Yan Heyi should be cute at the moment.

Yan Heyi rolled up her sleeves even more, raised her hand and said, "Come again!"

Yuan Xi picked up the wine jar, and shook the mouth of the jar a few times: "Here, I drank it all up."

Yan Heyi was in a daze of drunkenness, narrowing her eyes and raising her eyebrows, she leaned forward, carefully looking at the paper pasted on the wine jar, as if she was trying to identify something.

"What's the matter with you? The words are written upside down!"

Yuan Xi hurriedly straightened the jar back, and held it up in front of Yan Heyi.

Yan Heyi nodded in satisfaction: "Well, that's right, green plum wine, well, you also like drinking green plum wine!"

"It's not good for children to drink alcohol. You will not be allowed to drink alcohol in the future!"

"Well, there is also this word, which is too irregularly written."

Yan Heyi pointed to the word "Qing" and said seriously: "Why are there four horizontal lines in the upper part?"

He stretched out his fingers and counted: "One, two, three, four, five, um, five!"

"There is this word on the copybook I gave you, but you haven't practiced it seriously."

"Wait, stand here and don't move! Don't move! I'll get you a copybook."

Yuan Xi stood up obediently, with his palms on his sides, only his eyes dared to move.

After Yan Heyi entered the back room, Yuan Xi dared to pick up the wine jar: "This is not wrong, how can there be five lines?"

There was the sound of opening a cabinet from the inner room, followed by another muffled sound, Yan Heyi exclaimed, and walked out clutching her red and swollen forehead that had been bumped against the cabinet door.

His body swayed a little, but his feet walked in a straight line. He stuffed the thin book in his hand into Yuan Xi's arms, put it close to his ear, and said in a low voice: "This is my precious book, send it to me." is you."

Yuan Xi flattened the book that was held in a tube, and saw a square name printed on the upper right of the cover - "Qing Xin Jing".

""Clarify one's heart, and the spirit is self-purifying, naturally the six desires will not arise, and the three poisons will be eliminated..." Isn't this "The Sutra of Chang Qingjing Said by the Supreme Lord"? "

Yuan Xi read a few words in a low voice, feeling that the scriptures were somewhat familiar.

Yan Heyi suddenly corrected loudly: "It's "Six Desires Not Born"! "

Yuan Xi took a closer look, and it really was "No": "Brother is right, it is "Six Desires Are Not Born", I have never seen such a bound Qingjing Sutra, but is it a rare and rare copy? "

Yan Heyi replied with a serious face: "It's the Qingxin Sutra, not the Qingjing Sutra."

Yuan Xi hastily echoed, "That's right, it's the Qingxin Sutra."

Yan Heyi put her hands behind her back: "Come, read to me, clear your mind—"

Yuan Xi said with great interest: "Cheng Qixin—"

"Speak louder, clear your heart—"

"Straighten your back, don't shake your head!"

Yuan Xi thought to himself: He didn't shake his head or brain!How dare I move?

Yan Heyi grabbed Yuan Xi's arm, pulled him to the wall, and patiently straightened his body, continuing to chant.

Yuan Xi opened his mouth exaggeratedly and read aloud, Yan Heyi was satisfied.

I don't know how many times I taught him, Yan Heyi finally let Yuan Xi go, bowed deeply to him, and said with a straight face: "Let's go to school!"

Yuan Xi was glad that Yan Heyi didn't follow him to copy the copybook, and bowed back to him like a ghost.

Yan Heyi suddenly said again: "Jiang Yuanxi!"

Yuan Xi answered loudly: "Here!"

"You have skipped class twice in the past half month, and you cut corners in your daily homework, and it also affected other students. You should be punished."

"I will punish you not to eat! not to sleep!"

As soon as the words fell, Yan Heyi's face suddenly relaxed, first she smiled brightly, then laughed so hard that she cupped her stomach, and it took a long time to catch her breath.

"Well, do you think I'm pretending? Does it scare you?"

"Students are afraid of me, even you are afraid of me, am I that scary?"

"Well, is the chick about to hatch? I have to go and see!"

Yan Heyi staggered out the door, Yuan Xi hurriedly followed and held his arm.

It was a bit cold outside, Yuan Xi sneezed as soon as he went out, Yan Heyi was stunned for a moment, untied his belt, and wrapped his outer robe tightly around Yuan Xi.

Before Yuan Xi could react, Yan Heyi rushed out, walked around the stone bench in the yard, raised her eyebrows and said, "I'm here to make brushes!"

"I went up the mountain that day and climbed a lot of rocks before I found the suitable purple bamboo for you."

"I also fell, look, the wound is not healed yet!"

After finishing speaking, he sat on the stone bench, lifted up his underpants, raised his feet to let Yuan Xi see his wound, with an expression on his face as if he was asking for credit.

Yuan Xi gently touched those slanted cuts, all of which were covered with hard scabs, which made her feel very distressed.

"Brother, thank you."

He didn't know what to say, so he just said thank you softly.

Yan Heyi narrowed her eyes and said, "Do you like it?"

Yuan Xi nodded solemnly: "I like it! I like it very much!"

Yan Heyi seemed to have got the answer she wanted, and hummed something in her throat, then lay down on the stone table and closed her eyes.

Yuan Xi looked at Yan Heyi's flushed face after being drunk, and muttered in a low voice: "People from the southern country really can't handle alcohol."

He looked down for a while, then put his coat on Yan Heyi, put his arms on his neck, and supported him to walk to the bed in the inner room.

Yan Heyi was not being honest, her arms were tightly wrapped around Yuan Xi's neck, her head was hanging lazily, her lips were slightly opened and closed half an inch away from Yuan Xi's auricle, and the warm smell of alcohol rushed directly to Yuan Xi's ears .

How could Yuan Xi withstand such teasing, he suddenly felt a numbness spreading from the top of his head to his toes, his legs went limp, and he almost couldn't stand still.

No wonder Taoism talks about comprehension. In this moment, Yuanxi seemed to have comprehended the true meaning of Taoism's clear heart art, and muttered in a low voice: "Clarify one's heart, and the gods will purify themselves. Naturally, the six desires will not be born, and the three poisons will be eliminated." ..."

After finally helping Yan Heyi to the bed and covering him with a quilt, when Yuan Xi was about to get up, Yan Heyi grabbed his sleeve again.

"Don't go to Zhou Ziyu!"

Yuan Xi was a little confused, but softly agreed: "No, I won't look for him."

Yan Heyi sat up suddenly, with crooked eyes and said: "Well, I can't sleep."

Yuan Xi helplessly helped his forehead, and said softly, "Let me tell you a story."

Yan Heyi nodded heavily: "Okay!"

"Then lie down obediently."

Yan Heyi hugged the corner of the quilt: "Okay, lie down obediently."

Yuan Xi rolled his eyes and made up a nonsense story:

"Once upon a time, there was a king of the mountain. He was so fierce that all the younger brothers were afraid of him."

"Later, the king of the mountain caught a beautiful young lady in the village. Who knew that the little lady was transformed into a fox. She cast spells and fascinated the king of the mountain deeply."

"Since then, the king of the mountain has been obedient to the little lady and has never been angry with her. He bought her a lot of beautiful clothes, and often took her out to play. Every day, he gave several taels of silver... several copper coins. pocket money."

"He also bought caramel, roasted chicken legs, frozen cheese, candied fruit, rouge goose breast, oiled buns, thousand-feuille cake for the little lady..."

Yan Heyi had long since fallen asleep, Yuanxi muttered about these messy meals, and closed his eyes in a daze.

There was still a drop of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth, which brightened and darkened with the beating of the candle flame.