The little man on the apex

It was the Cold Food Festival soon, and Yan Heyi gave the children in the private school three days off.

On the day of the Cold Food Festival, people ban fireworks and only eat cold food, so it is also called "Cold Festival".

At the dinner table in the morning, Yan Heyi began to popularize the origin of the Cold Food Festival, and told Yuanxi the story of Jie Zitui's "cutting the stock and eating the king".

According to historical records, in order to avoid the disaster of war, Chonger, the prince of Jin State, went into exile in another country for 19 years. His courtier Jie Zitui was always by his side, and even cut off his own flesh for the hungry Chonger.

Chong'er later returned to China to ascend the throne and created hegemony. Jie Zitui and his mother went back to the mountains and refused fame and fortune.In order to see Jie Zitui, Duke Wen of Jin ordered the mountain to be set on fire to force him to come out, but Jie Zitui was determined not to come out, and finally was burned to death by the fire.

In order to commemorate Jie Zitui's loyalty, people banned smoking and eating cold food on the day of his death, so there is a cold food festival.

Yuan Xi sipped his porridge with his head buried, nodding his head perfunctorily from time to time.

Seeing him like this, Yan Heyi couldn't laugh or cry, and secretly sighed that he was not a child.

With such a childlike heart, it is true that the story of the fairy and her seven children is more attractive to this little ancestor.

After breakfast, the two of them picked up their baskets and went to the field to cut wormwood together.

The sun was very strong today, and it was a bit dry outside, so Yan Heyi took off the wide-brimmed straw hat hanging on the wall, and put it on Yuanxi's head.

When he got to the field, Yuan Xi didn't know the wormwood, so Yan Heyi could only point out which one was for him first, and then he would cut it.

Yan Heyi believed more and more that Yuan Xi was really a spoiled young master, or the kind who was seriously inactive and couldn't distinguish five grains.

Here, the young master's brother Yuanxi seemed to want to be angry with Yan Heyi, he cut a lot of strange grasses, stretched them out in front of Yan Heyi one by one, tilted his head and asked him if it was wormwood.

Seeing his sincere tone and innocent face, Yan Heyi was too embarrassed to be angry with him, so she had to patiently tell him the names of these grasses, and at the end, reluctantly, she even boasted "study and question".

After cutting most of the wormwood in the basket, Yuan Xi simply let it fly.

Holding a dandelion in each hand, he blew towards Yan Heyi, and shouted with a look of embarrassment: "The fairy is going down to earth! Mr. Yan is a fairy!"

Yan Heyi took off the dandelion fluff on the corner of her mouth, and raised her hand to pat the brim of Yuanxi's straw hat.

Yuan Xi jumped back a step, nimbly avoiding his hand, then stuck out his tongue and made a face at him.

Yan Heyi lost her temper and simply ignored him.

Yuan Xi became more and more arrogant.

He first picked a few yellow dandelion flowers and inserted them into Yan Heyi's temples, then grabbed a handful of cockleburs and stuck them on the top of Yan Heyi's head.

After being dressed up like a flower fairy, Yan Heyi finally exploded.

He reached out to take off Yuanxi's big straw hat, took his hand again, sat down on the ground, imprisoned him on the grass, and ordered him to take off the things on his head.

Yuan Xi said something like "beautiful flower fairy" and "little lady", and perfunctorily helped Yan Heyi tidy up, but in fact secretly inserted the picked flowers into the crown of Yan Heyi's hair.

After fiddling with Yan Heyi's head, Yuan Xi saw that he didn't seem to be really angry, so he started to push forward again.

He leaned forward, picked Yan Heyi's chin with his fingertips, and imitated the tramp before, flirting with the "little lady" in front of him.

Yan Heyi's jaw was itchy from being poked by him, and she took advantage of the situation to grab his wrist, bent upwards, and pushed Yuan Xi to the ground face up.

Yuan Xi didn't know how to restrain himself, he still winked and said with a smile: "Little lady, why did you treat your husband so roughly?"

Yan Heyi grabbed Yuan Xi's two wrists with one big hand, then scratched Yuan Xi's armpit with the other hand, and murmured: "I want you to see, who is the little lady?" , who is the husband?"

Yuan Xi was very ticklish, he giggled when he tickled him, his face was flushed, but he still said firmly: "I... I am my husband, you are a little lady!"

Seeing that she had found Yuan Xi's Achilles' heel, Yan Heyi slowly moved her fingers down and scratched Yuan Xi's stomach again.

This little ancestor looked thin, but his stomach was quite soft, and he didn't know how many delicious things he packed.

Yuan Xi couldn't take it anymore, so he broke the jar, raised his arms with all his strength, and wrapped them around Yan Heyi's neck.

A pair of legs were not idle, they lifted up and tightly clamped Yan Heyi's waist.

Yan Heyi had great strength, Yuan Xi exerted all his breastfeeding strength, but he was still at a disadvantage.

Finally, the two entangled in a ball and rolled on the grass.

When both of them were laughing so hard that they were about to pass out, suddenly, the air became silent, and the two of them maintained their current movements, not daring to move any more.

The owner of the bookstore in the town was right. A man at a good age is indeed young and full of firepower. If there is a little spark, it will spread easily.

Yan Heyi only felt that her mouth was extremely thirsty, she moved her throat unconsciously, her mind seemed to be on fire, and she lost the clarity of the past, so she had to use the last ounce of reason to restrain her breathing as much as possible.

Yuan Xi's lips were slightly parted, the blush on his cheeks spread all the way to his neck, and there were red marks on each of his two snow-white wrists.

The two pressed close together, feeling each other's heartbeat beating like a drum, as well as the hard-to-ignore changes in their lower bodies.

Yan Heyi: What is the first sentence of the "Qingxin Sutra"?Pure heart, pure heart, I want pure heart...

Yuan Xi: Brother, his... well... I'm guilty, I'm guilty... Play off, play off...

After a while, Yan Heyi coughed lightly, and stammered, "We...should, cough cough, it's time to go back."

When Yuan Xi heard this, he hurriedly nodded in agreement, and the two let go of their hands and feet, and quickly separated their bodies.

On the way back, Yan Heyi walked ahead uncomfortably, wishing she could get home soon.

Yuan Xi rubbed his hot cheeks, and fanned his hands from time to time. Finally, he simply lowered the brim of his straw hat to cover most of his face.

Back home, Yuan Xi was in charge of choosing and washing the wormwood, while Yan Heyi went into the kitchen as if fleeing, ground some black sesame seeds, boiled and ground the red beans that had been soaked for several hours in advance, and made red bean paste.

After the tenderest wormwood leaves are picked out and washed, they are put into a pot and cooked. When cooking, some ash water should be added to it, so as to neutralize the bitterness of the wormwood and maintain the color of the wormwood.

Then, put the cooked wormwood in a stone pound, mash it into a mud, then add glutinous rice flour, sugar and rapeseed oil, mix well and knead it into a dough.

Finally, the dough is cut into small doses, wrapped with the prepared black sesame filling and bean paste filling, and steamed in a pan for a quarter of an hour.

The two were busy together, and neither of them spoke. If there was any necessary communication, it was done with eyes or body movements.

After a set of procedures, Yuan Xi's face blushed again and again.

Yan Heyi wrapped a lot of green balls in one go, and after they were all steamed, he put a few on a porcelain plate, and said to Yuan Xi who was watching the egg baby by the stove: "Go and send these green balls to Aunt Gu. "

Since having these egg babies, if Yan Heyi wanted to order Yuan Xi to do something, he would have to say it more than twice before he could reluctantly walk away from the earthen pot that held the eggs.

This time, Yuan Xi behaved extraordinarily obediently. Before Yan Heyi finished speaking, he hurriedly stood up and obediently took the porcelain plate.

After making the green ball, Yan Heyi worked hard in the kitchen for a while, cooking cold food porridge with japonica rice, almonds and peach blossoms, and boiled a few cold food eggs with various spices.

Fire is banned on the cold food day, and the food prepared in advance is prepared for the cold food festival tomorrow.

In the afternoon, Yan Heyi brought out a box of paper and sat in the yard to cut and bind it.

Yuan Xi ran over again, and asked with a smile: "Brother, what are you doing?"

Yan Heyi folded the paper in her hand, cut it, and said slowly: "The children in the private school are going to add new courses, and I will make textbooks for them."

Yuan Xi flipped through the several books that had already been made, and found that there was not a word on them, and asked in puzzlement: "Why are they all blank, is it possible that brother wants to write them himself?"

Yan Heyi nodded, and replied: "The children are almost enlightened. I am going to start teaching the Four Books, but the annotations of the books sold in the town are relatively obscure, and they cannot understand them. I am going to copy the books and make annotations by myself, which is in line with their level. , and save them a fortune in buying textbooks.”

Only then did Yuanxi realize that Yan Heyi, who was wearing a long gown in front of him, was really a teacher with a very noble character and a gentle personality.

He helped Yan Heyi pull the paper in his hand, and asked again: "Is my brother like this before? There are so many children in private schools, it will take a long time to copy books."

Yan Heyi smiled, her hands kept moving, "I'm used to it, if I write fast, I can finish it after two nights."

Yuan Xi still wanted to say something, but stopped when he reached his mouth, and obediently squatted aside, helping Yan Heyi pass things.

Gradually, the setting sun turned red in the sky.

Yan Heyi's eyes were a little blurred, and when she exerted a lot of force, she was accidentally cut on her right hand by the scissors, leaving an inch-long wound on the tiger's mouth.

Blood oozed out and dripped onto a book that had just been prepared in front of him.

Yan Heyi pushed away the book in front of her, sighed softly and said, "Unfortunately, I can't take this one anymore."

The wound on his hand was not too deep, but the blood that flowed out was shocking.

Seeing this, Yuan Xi hurriedly dropped the things in his hands, and grabbed Yan Heyi's right hand, trembling, not knowing what to do.

He regained his composure, ran into the house, took out the medicine box, took out the small porcelain bottle containing the hemostatic powder, and began to apply the medicine to Yan Heyi with trembling hands.

Yan Heyi frowned from the acne, and joked softly: "Why are you shaking? I'm fine."

Yuan Xi was not joking, and said seriously, "Brother, you have lost a lot of blood, and I'm a little scared."

Yan Heyi raised her hand, gently scratched Yuanxi's nose, and said with a slight smile, "It's okay to be afraid of blood even when you're such an adult, isn't it stopped? Don't be afraid."

Yuan Xi took out the snow-white gauze, wrapped it around Yan Heyi's hands a few times, and tied a delicate bow. Suddenly, he was so blessed that he tilted his head, and said meanly, "The little lady's bow is really pretty."

Yan Heyi sneered, and raised her hand to hit him again, but this time Yuanxi didn't hide, and obediently leaned out her shoulders, and took his hit.

The moon rose, and the two of them were busy in an orderly manner, chatting casually.

Yuan Xi raised his head from time to time, and took a sneak peek at Yan Heyi. The moonlight shone on Yan Heyi's face, making him look more and more cold and detached.

He thought again foolishly: Brother is really pretty.

The night was extremely quiet, and the sound of cutting paper and turning pages was set off very clearly.

The two raised their heads at the same time, met each other's eyes, and then smiled faintly at the same time, as if they had been together under such a moonlight thousands of years ago.

Yan Heyi's heart was in a mess, looking at the dangling Yuanxi in front of her with no one to be quiet, she thought nonchalantly: If I can have such a cute little husband, it should be pretty good.