Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

When the first snow of winter fell, Changsun Yan was drinking tea and chatting with his friends in a teahouse on the street.

"Runshi, you are really hard to get an appointment with. You stay at home all day and never go out. You didn't come to the last plum blossom viewing banquet, so Wu Qinqin stole the spotlight."

A man in a scarlet brocade robe sitting opposite Changsun Yan curled his lips, angrily drank the tea in his hand, and then stuck out his tongue repeatedly because of the scalding of the tea.

"You're already married, why are you still like this?"

Seeing his irritable look, Changsun Yan shook his head helplessly and took out a handkerchief to wipe the tea that overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Yun'an, we are no longer young men, why are we still arguing with them?"

Upon hearing this, the husband named Yun'an stuck out his tongue and said with a bit of dissatisfaction.

"I don't want to argue with him, but I can't help but feel that he has to come up to me to cause trouble. It is obviously the husband of the Qian family who is hosting a banquet for his nephew, but Wu Qinqin is there to please everyone, welcoming and seeing off guests, making him look like the host."

"And the poem about plum blossoms, 'The iron bones are condensed with fragrance and covered with white snow, and the beautiful figure reflects the moon and smiles at the sky.' What a bunch of nonsense, so rustic and vulgar, it's a pity that those gentlemen can boast about it."

"If you were here, you would definitely be able to dampen his arrogance and make him understand what it means to feel ashamed of oneself. It's a pity that you didn't come no matter how much I invited you."

He looked serious, with obvious regret in his tone, but Changsun Yan just shook his head slightly and explained to him patiently.

"You said it all, that was Mr. Qian doing it for his nephew's sake, so he would naturally put his nephew first in everything. He must have already prepared the poem, just waiting for it to become a sensation. How could I steal the show?"

Seeing the sudden realization on Yun An's face, Chang Sun Yan continued to add.

"And you, who have never liked poetry, have noticed that Wu Qinqin's poetry is not good. Are all the husbands and wives blind and deaf?"

"But they all praise him for doing a good job, just because his wife was promoted to the position of Minister of Personnel a few days ago. A noble wife brings honor to her husband, so naturally everyone should praise him. Why do you have to be angry about such a common thing?"

"Besides, your Chu Luo now commands the entire Imperial City Guards and is trusted by His Majesty. She listens to you and obeys you in everything. Isn't she more proud and at ease than Wu Qinqin, whose wife and husband are not in harmony?"

His words were as plain as water, but every word touched Yun An's heart, and made him change from anger to joy, and smile widely, until he finally showed a trace of embarrassment.

"We were talking about Wu Qinqin, why did you bring up my Chu Luo?" Yun An reached out and patted Chang Sun Yan's hand, and said awkwardly, "Besides, when it comes to being obedient and submissive, who can compare to your Lord Lin?"

At this point, he seemed to suddenly remember something, frowned, and said with some worry: "Yes, speaking of your Lin Xi, didn't you say that you have completed the tasks assigned by His Majesty? Why hasn't she come back yet?"

Upon hearing this, Chang Sun Yan's face also showed a bit of depression, and he shook his head gently, "She wrote to me a few days ago saying that she would arrive in the next few days, but there has been no news since then."

"It's about to snow. If we don't hurry back, I'm afraid the road will be difficult to travel." Yun An frowned even deeper. "Besides, your wedding date is getting closer and closer. If I miss the good time and make you have crazy thoughts again, I won't forgive her!"

Chang Sun Yan was about to say something when he was interrupted by a burst of noise coming from downstairs outside the window. The two looked at each other, opened the window and looked down, only to see a joyous wedding procession approaching from afar, knocking and banging as they passed by the door of the teahouse.

The first one is the bride in a red wedding dress. It's winter now and her clothes look a little bloated.

But perhaps because she was in high spirits due to happy events, the smile on her face was particularly bright, her back was straight while riding on her horse, and she kept bowing to thank the people who were watching and congratulating her.

The slaves following behind her were scattering sweets and dried fruits on the roadside in a lavish manner, their faces as beaming with joy as their masters.

The bright red sedan was covered with thick felt curtains, making it difficult to see whether there was a groom inside, but this did not dampen the enthusiasm of the crowd.

There were also sweet-talking kids dressed like fur balls, running around the team, saying auspicious words and asking for money, and the bride generously threw out copper coins one by one.

Such a vivid scene is like a flame in winter, which casts a warm color on the cold and gloomy long street, warming people's hearts when they see it.

The line was not long and soon passed the teahouse where Changsun Yan and the other man were, and walked towards the distance with music and dance. When the two men were about to turn their heads back, Changsun Yan suddenly felt a chill in front of his eyes and something fell on his eyelashes.

He subconsciously reached out to touch it, but only felt a slight chill on his fingertips, followed by a wetness. Before he could react, Yun An's somewhat surprised voice rang out.

"Runshi, it's snowing!"

It's snowing? Chang Sun Yan looked up and saw that snowflakes were falling down from the sky like catkins, which soon attracted the attention of everyone on the street.

"Snowing!"

"It's snowing!"

"Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest!"

Although there was no shortage of snow in the capital, the first snow still made people happy. But after a moment, exclamations came one after another from all around.

Chang Sun Yan stretched out his hand, looked at the snow that fell into his palm but disappeared in a flash, and was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Husband, the master of the house is here to take you back home." The door of the private room was suddenly knocked, and the servant's voice came in.

"I'm not a three-year-old child. I don't need an adult to pick me up." Yun An heard this and withdrew his head from looking out the window. His tone was dissatisfied, but he couldn't suppress the smile at the corner of his lips.

"Runshi, will you come with me? It's snowing, and the sedan chair you're sitting in might have trouble traveling on the road if we wait a little longer." After scolding his clingy wife, Yun An turned around to look at Changsun Yan, who was staring at his palms in a daze, and asked.

Chang Sun Yan came back to his senses, suppressed the feeling of melancholy that suddenly welled up in his heart for some reason, and managed to curl the corners of his lips, gently shaking his head, "You go first, it's rare for me to come out, I want to see the snow again."

"Then I'll accompany you and let her wait." Yun An heard this and quickly expressed his opinion.

"There's no need for that. You should go down quickly. It's cold outside. Don't let your Chu Luo catch a cold. I'll go back after the snow stops." Chang Sun Yan smiled and rejected his kindness.

"Well, okay, you should go back early too, and we can eat hotpot together another day." Yun An hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Okay, let's go."

Yun An trotted down the stairs. Chang Sun Yan looked at his cheerful back, smiled and shook his head, then turned his gaze to the flying snow outside the window.

After an unknown amount of time, Chang Sun Yan felt the heater in his palms gradually getting colder. He moved his stiff hands and feet and prepared to get up and leave.

But the moment he opened the door, he bumped into someone head-on. Before he could react, he felt his waist tighten, his body leaned forward, and someone hugged him in his arms.

A hoarse voice came from above my head.

"Runshi, I'm back."