The little man on the apex

Suddenly there are more people in the family, two meals have to be served, the bed is also given up, and there are many more situations throughout the day.

But Yan Heyi didn't think there was anything wrong, it was even as if Yuanxi was in this family in the first place.

When cooking, he would unconsciously stick to Yuanxi's taste, and he never cooked up leftovers from lunch as before when he came back from school.

The bed was given to Yuan Xi, and he still thought that Yuan Xi grew up in a wealthy family, and secretly added two layers of soft mattresses on the bed, for fear that he would not be used to sleeping.

Also at night, when Yuanxi had a nightmare, he was struggling or crying in his dream, but he couldn't wake up, so Yan Heyi had to get up and grab his scratching hand, and softly comfort him for a long time.

From this point of view, Yuan Xi seemed to have caused him a lot of trouble, he had to keep an eye on the whereabouts of this little ancestor, and if he didn't come back at night, he couldn't sit still and wanted to go out to look for it.

But he liked this feeling very much, and even looked forward to Yuan Xi's troubles.

I want to see someone jumping up and down around me on the way to and from school, talking about today's interesting stories, and I want to see that reddish face when I wake up every night.

Moreover, as Aunt Gu said, he can laugh, make trouble and get angry.

He doesn't like the word "take in", it's very reserved, and it also has a sense of charity.

Although Yan Heyi didn't know why he cared so much about Yuan Xi, and was even afraid that he was not good enough, but he knew very well that he was not giving Yuan Xi alms.

He turned his face away and stared at Yuan Xi quite seriously: "It's not taking me in, you don't have to feel that you owe me."

Yuan Xi smiled brightly, his pupils became much lighter in the sunlight, like a pair of amber.

After a while, he closed his eyes contentedly: "It would be great if we could keep doing this."

Only then did Yan Heyi escape from the amber pupils that seemed to capture people's hearts and souls, and turned her head uncomfortably, squinting at the clouds above her head, and asked softly: "Are you willing to keep doing this?"

Yuan Xi replied simply: "I am willing."

At this moment, the cloud above the two of them drifted away, and the sky became more and more completely blue.

-

After lunch, Yan Heyi took Yuan Xi up the mountain, where he visited the graves of his parents, while Yuan Xi went to pay homage to the swordsman Han Peng.

When the two came back, they saw Zhou Ziyu waiting at the door.

Zhou Ziyu waved at Yuan Xi lightly, and then said nervously, "Mr. Yan, I have something to do with Yuan Xi."

Yuan Xi glanced at Yan Heyi, as if asking for his approval.

Yan Heyi said "Okay", added "Come back soon", and took the incense candle basket in Yuan Xi's hand.

Yuan Xi and Zhou Ziyu came under the big tree at the entrance of the village, and they sat on the ground.

Zhou Ziyu said softly, "I'm sorry on the day of the Shangsi Festival."

Feng Wanlong's tone was a bit harsh that time, and Zhou Ziyu always felt sorry when he went back, so he came specifically to find Yuanxi.

Yuan Xi probably forgot about that a long time ago, waved his hands and said, "There's nothing to apologize for, it's okay, it's just that I'm a bit careless."

Zhou Ziyu heaved a sigh of relief, and said again: "Brother Feng...he is not like that on weekdays, he is very gentle."

Yuan Xi glanced at Zhou Ziyu meaningfully, and said mysteriously: "You and your Brother Feng... are you on a date?"

Zhou Ziyu lowered his head slightly, pinching the corner of his clothes unconsciously, and after a while, he nodded indiscernibly: "Well, he is already looking for a matchmaker, and he said that he will come to my house to propose marriage around the time of Guyu."

Yuan Xi didn't expect them to progress so quickly, and said in astonishment: "Are you going to propose marriage?"

Zhou Ziyu's cheeks were slightly red, and he smiled embarrassedly with his lips pursed.

Yuan Xi counted on his fingers: "After the marriage proposal, it's the engagement. After the engagement, we get married, and then, we can live with the sweetheart. It's great."

Zhou Ziyu's cheeks became even redder. He took Yuan Xi's arm and said in a low voice, "Just like you and Mr. Yan."

After hearing this, Yuan Xi stretched out his hand to scratch Zhou Ziyu's itch. The two made a fuss, and after a long while, they suddenly became quiet again.

"I'm not Mr. Yan's sweetheart, it's different."

Zhou Ziyu moved closer to him: "How do you know it's not? Did you ask?"

Yuan Xi didn't respond.

Zhou Ziyu exclaimed in surprise, "Did you really ask?"

Only then did Yuan Xi nod his head: "He said... I'm not his sweetheart."

Zhou Ziyu didn't believe it: "When did you say that?"

Yuan Xi's voice was very soft: "March [-]rd, Shangsi Festival."

He told Zhou Ziyu what happened that day, and after Zhou Ziyu listened, he said thoughtfully: "This is not considered a refusal, maybe Mr. Yan didn't understand."

Yuan Xi frowned, and then showed his face again: "Maybe, besides, why should I be his sweetheart?"

Zhou Ziyu seemed a little surprised: "Don't you like Mr. Yan?"

Yuan Xi thought for a while, then hesitated and said, "I don't know, I haven't thought about it, I like it... just like you did to Brother Feng?"

Zhou Ziyu said: "Basically, I just want to see him all the time, I want to bring him any delicious and interesting things, I want to tell him what happens every day, and I want to be with him no matter what I do. "

"I thought you liked Mr. Yan, but it's okay, Mr. Yan looks cold. If you marry him, you may suffer."

Although Yuan Xi also felt that Yan Heyi was a little cold, but he couldn't hear what others said, and hurriedly retorted: "No, Mr. Yan is very kind to me, he is actually...not fierce at all."

At this time, Feng Wanlong suddenly came from a distance and shouted: "Zi Yu—Zi Yu—"

Seeing that it was Feng Wanlong, Zhou Ziyu's eyes lit up instantly, and he waved vigorously, "Brother Feng—"

"Yuanxi, I'm going to find Brother Feng."

Before Yuan Xi could speak, Zhou Ziyu ran over.

Yuan Xi sat alone for a long time, pondering such a question over and over in his head:

Do I like my brother or not?

At dusk, Yuan Xi walked home slowly, but Yan Heyi was nowhere to be seen. He ran to ask Aunt Gu, and said that he saw Yan Heyi going out in the afternoon.

Yuan Xi didn't know where to find him, so he moved a small bench and put it at the door, sat down and waited quietly.

The smoke from the kitchen in Ping'an Village rises, curling up like silk and thread, and the sight is full of warmth.

Someone's mother's call came from a distance, and a child who had been playing wildly outside for a day ran towards the smoke of his own house at a trot.

At this moment, Yuan Xi really wanted to see Yan Heyi immediately.

It's not just the growling "cuckoo" stomach that misses him, but also a seemingly empty heart that misses him.

-

When it was getting dark, Yan Heyi came back in a hurry, still holding two big paper bags in her hands.

Unfolding the oiled paper, Yuan Xi's eyes lit up instantly: "Fried Sanzi!"

Then open another paper bag, which contains a few pieces of candy made of walnut kernels.

Sanzi is a common food in northern China, and it is made of wheat flour.

After kneading the noodles, cut them into strips and immerse them in oil. After they have risen enough, they are carefully pulled and twisted until they become elongated rings, and finally they are fried in an oil pan.

It seems that in "Chu Ci", there are sentences such as "粔籹籹豹奶，有餦餭兮", here "餦餭" refers to fried sanzi.

In the early years, the fried sanzi snack was introduced to the southern country, and now it is very common on the streets of the southern country. There is a fried sanzi shop in Lanxi Town.

After Yuan Xi followed Zhou Ziyu away, Yan Heyi went to the town.

The freshly fried sanzi were extremely crispy, the sanzi strips were slender and shattered in the mouth, Yuanxi was chewing in his mouth, with some sanzi slag on his cheeks.

Yan Heyi gently wiped it off for him, and sighed casually: "In the past few years, the relationship between the North and the South has not been very good, and business and trade have been banned. I heard that there are many different foods in the North, but it is probably unpalatable."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Xi seemed to open up the conversation: "The steamed buns from the Northern Kingdom are delicious. They are fragrant and soft. They taste sweet when you eat them empty-handed."

"There are also scones, cut them open and put them in...I heard people say that after cutting them open and putting some roast lamb in, it's a delicacy in the world!"

Yan Heyi asked softly: "Do you like the food in the North Country?"

Yuan Xi nodded: "I heard people say it when I was a child, I was... very yearning for it."

Yan Heyi raised her hand and rubbed his head, and said with a smile: "Then when the relationship between the North and the South is better and business can be established, let's go to the North and have a good time together, how about it?"

Yuan Xi frowned, and said happily: "Okay!"

At night, after the two bathed, they both wore thin coats and went about their own business.

Yan Heyi was sitting by the desk, carefully copying the books to be distributed to the students, while Yuan Xi was holding the book bought by Yan Heyi, leaning on the bed rail and flipping through it.

The candles were half burned, Yuan Xi was so sleepy that he swayed from side to side, bumping his head on the bed rail several times.

In peacetime, Yan Heyi would definitely come to see what was going on, and then coax Yuanxi to sleep. Now all his thoughts are on his pen, and he didn't notice the movement here at all.

After hitting a heavy one, Yuan Xi came to his senses completely.

He rubbed his eyes and looked towards Yan Heyi, only to see that he was still writing with his back straight.

It was late at night, and it was a bit cold in only his middle coat. Yuan Xi wanted to sneeze, so he buried his head in the quilt, covering his voice.

He got up and picked up the robe on the shelf, and put it on Yan Heyi's shoulders.

Yan Heyi wrote seriously, and felt that something was covering her body, so she subconsciously reached out to touch it, just in time to touch Yuanxi's hand.

He quickly retracted his arms, and said softly, "Are you sleepy? Go to sleep first, I'll write for a while, don't wait for me."

Only then did Yuan Xi notice that Yan Heyi's right hand was still wrapped in gauze, and now that the pen he had held for two hours in a row was already slightly oozing blood.

"Brother, your hand..."

Yan Heyi shrank her right hand into her sleeve, then raised her left hand to rub Yuan Xi's head with loose hair: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt, go to sleep."

Yuan Xi picked up Yan Heyi's injured hand, frowned and said, "Let me write."

Yan Heyi smiled dotingly, and said warmly: "Our Yuanxi's handwriting is too interesting, not suitable for copying textbooks."

Yuan Xi was very grateful that he didn't say anything like "words like dogs crawling" or "unsightly".

Another half an hour later, Yan Heyi couldn't hold on anymore, and fell asleep lying on the desk.

At this moment, a furtive figure came down from the bed.