Indiscriminate

I know whether it is melanin precipitation, which cannot be dispersed.

"It's not like when I was a child." Fu Qinruo joked, got up and said.

Shi Shilei narrowed his eyes, and after a while, he snorted nonchalantly, turned around and walked inside. "I went to have breakfast." After walking two steps, he remembered something and asked back, "There is only porridge in the morning? I have to work today!"

"There are also hydrangea steamed buns and white fat buns." Fu Qinruo grabbed his arm when he was jumping up for joy, so that he wouldn't fall on the moss again.

The breakfast with rich styles is prepared for the little girl at home.This was Gao Ruisi's last day at her grandparents' house, and she was going home in the afternoon to wait for school to start.

The schoolwork for the summer vacation had ended the day before.After breakfast, she moved the bamboo chair into the bright hall, holding her pipa to play the results of this summer vacation for grandpa.

At first she was reluctant to play, her nails were all tied up, but when she saw Shi Shilei coming out with red bean porridge, she covered her face with the pipa and did not even pluck the strings.

Seeing that she refused to play, Shi Shilei returned to the dining room with the porridge. Sure enough, not long after, he heard the sound of the pipa coming from the Mingtang, as round as beads falling on the bluestone board.

"House of Flying Daggers" was played, and the passionate music sounded in the ancient Jiangnan courtyard, like a flying crane rushing to the clouds.But this white crane is still young, so it is hard to fly.Shi Shilei seemed to be at a loss in the chaotic formation, and he lost the courage to fight one against a hundred.

"I still need to practice more." With a spoon in his mouth, he raised his chin at Fu Qinruo.

Fu Qinruo was washing the dishes, and said: "Grandpa will tell her. She is better at playing the piano, but she has to learn the pipa by herself, so the pressure is relatively high." He put the bowl back on the cupboard, "Your one Washing myself? I still have something inside to do."

Shi Shilei nodded hurriedly.

After a night of autumn wind, the weather became much drier.Taking advantage of a clear and clear day, when the sun was just right, I took out the scrolls and scrolls at home to dry in the sun, and put them away before winter came. ——This is something that must be done at home at this time of year.

After Fu Qinruo helped his grandparents here, he had to go to Xitang to reorganize.Because time has to be seized, the originally leisurely days seem to be busy.

Originally, I agreed with Gao Ruisi to take her to the station to take the train home in the afternoon.It happened that the craftsman Fu Qinruo had arranged to come to repair the house with his apprentices, but he couldn't leave for a while, so he had to let his cousin go by himself.

The old man must be worried, standing in the little girl's boudoir, he said dissatisfied: "Don't be mad at Miss, what's wrong with letting your little brother Shi take you there?"

"I don't want it." Gao Ruisi put away both the qin and the pipa, put the pipa on his shoulders, and walked out stubbornly with the qin about her size in his arms.

Grandma didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked, "What about your luggage? Don't you take it?"

She stopped, thought for a while, put the piano on the table, and said, "Let the courier send it home for me."

Shi Shilei stood at the door with folded arms for a long time, and said: "Okay, don't be stubborn, I'll take you to the station. Such a small person, carrying a lot of things, is not too tired to panic."

"I don't!" Seeing him touch his piano, Gao Ruisi rushed to protect him and shouted loudly.

He lost his temper when he saw it, and said, "I'll say it a second time, not a third time - I'll take you to the station. Listen to me."

Seeing this, the girl was stunned and stared at him blankly. After a while, she let go of her hand reluctantly and secretly raised her eyes to look at him again.

Shi Shilei only felt that the child's head would become dull when he was old, so he shook his head unbearably, picked up her piano with one hand, and lifted the suitcase with the other, and said to grandma: "Grandma, let's go."

"Hey." Grandma followed them out, walked all the way to the gate of the stage, told Shi Shilei to be careful on the road, and said, "When you come back, you pass by the vegetable market. Let's buy a piece of pig skin. It's for making soup for dinner."

He blinked, wondering what kind of soup he wanted to cook, but he saw Gao Ruisi peeking at him from the corner of his eye, and immediately scowled again.He took the car keys out of his pocket and opened the trunk door.

Sure enough, Gao Ruisi didn't sit in the passenger seat, and Shi Shilei didn't know where he provoked her, so he simply didn't talk to her. After buckling up his seat belt, he looked back and saw that she was playing mobile games with her head down, and started the car.

I wanted to just send the eldest lady to the station without saying a word, but I didn't expect her to make a sound halfway, and said without beginning and end: "Wu Qu is too difficult."

Shi Shilei glanced at the rearview mirror unexpectedly, and asked, "How long have you been practicing the song you played today?"

"I've been practicing since the holidays." Gao Ruisi pouted.

He sighed: "That's not bad, I've only practiced for more than two months. Aren't you still practicing the piano? - What other pieces have you practiced for the pipa?"

Gao Ruisi fiddled with the glue left on the nails, and said, "They are all Wenqu, "Flying Flowers and Diancui", "Spring River Moonlight Night"."

"Who forced you to learn it?" Shi Shilei asked curiously.

She rolled her eyes and said, "No one forced me, I have to learn by myself."

Of course Shi Shilei knew this.He suppressed a smile and said, "You are too impatient. You haven't studied for a few years, and you practice slowly. You don't have to be afraid of anything, right? Anyway, grandparents and Fu Qinruo are all there, so why don't you think about it?" If you understand, just talk to them. Your family all take this route, and you have good genes, so you will definitely be able to learn it well."

The little girl was silent for a moment, and muttered unwillingly: "They are all too powerful, I don't want to talk to them."

Hearing this, Shi Shilei chuckled, and after thinking about it, she was willing to tell herself that she didn't think he was very good anymore.But Shi Shilei didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He didn't know much about rhythm.The flute was also boring in the past two years, so I picked it up again.Thinking of the flute, he thought again that it was already Bailu, but "Zhu Ming" was not finished yet.

After sending the little girl to the station, Shi Shilei still remembered what his grandma told her before going out.On the way home, passing by the vegetable market, he found a place to park and went in to buy two pieces of pigskins.

There is still some time before the Mid-Autumn Festival, but moon cakes are already on the market.Shi Shilei bought ten mustard and fresh meat mooncakes early and went home.

The craftsman invited to repair it was repairing the threshold, and he knew at a glance that it must be a student of the ancient architecture department of a university.Shi Shilei slandered Fu Qinruo as a man who was really good at taking advantage of it. The students were willing to help out for social practice experience, and Fu Qinruo didn't need to pay too much. It was a win-win situation.Thinking about it this way, it's not that Fu Qinruo doesn't have a business mind.

Unexpectedly, after a few doors, Shi Shilei heard the sound of a pipa.At first he thought it was the sound of the record player at home, but when he entered the depths, he saw that it was grandma sitting by the boat hall, holding the pipa with her head bowed and playing.

The old lady was dressed in plain clothes, her gray hair was tied into a bun and fixed with a hairnet, and she was sitting under a red paper lantern.The timbre of the old pipa is still mellow and delicate. In the hands of the old man, the syllables are scattered and relaxed.

Shi Shilei stared blankly, listened carefully for a long time, and suddenly found that what grandma was playing was "Zhu Ming", and was immediately pleasantly surprised.He didn't want to disturb the old man, so he turned around to find Fu Qinruo to listen together, pushed two doors, but saw his grandfather writing with his wrist hanging on his wrist in the study, he was stunned again.

The direction of the sun changed in the afternoon, and the herbs that were drying in the backyard had to be moved to the front.Holding a basket in his hand, Fu Qinruo came out to see Shi Shilei, and asked with a smile, "What's the matter? Carrying things in a daze."

"Hush—" Shi Shilei pointed at his grandfather, then winked in the direction of the boat hall, "Grandma is playing the tune we composed."

After hearing this, Fu Qinruo smiled and said, "Yes. She saw me when I was picking up the scroll just now. It happened that there was a little left, and the score was not good, so I asked her for advice. She is probably trying now."

Shi Shilei followed him into an outside hall, took a clean broom, and swept the floor clean. "It is said that every old man is a library. Now it seems that grandparents still have many skills that I don't know about."

Fu Qinruo smiled and said nothing, after a while, he asked: "What did you bring back?"

"It was the pig skin that grandma told me to buy. I also bought some mooncakes, which I will distribute to the teachers and students later." Shi Shilei heard the sound of the pipa stop, squatted on the ground to watch Fu Qinruo arrange the herbs, and asked, " Do you think we can finish writing those two pieces this year?"

Fu Qinruo got up and went into the small hall, emptied out the box that was used to hold the chess pieces, and picked out orange peel and licorice inside, and said, "I haven't had time to discuss it with you. Grandpa read it earlier, so I think it's better to write it together." , maybe more interesting."

Shi Shilei's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Is it "Zhu Mingming Cang"?"

"En." After finishing speaking, Hulusi's voice came from the other end of Changnong.Fu Qinruo smiled at Shi Shilei who was surprised, and said, "It's the cucurbit silk sent from Yunnan by Grandpa's students."

It was the first time for Shi Shilei to hear the sound of minority musical instruments in the Taimen. He squatted on the ground and closed his eyes to listen for a long time.Grandpa played autumn. After listening to it for a while, Shi Shilei chuckled, got up and said to Fu Qinruo, "Listen. Your "Bai Zang" was played so softly by grandpa. I can even hear the fallen leaves."

"I saw fallen leaves." Fu Qinruo said, raised his hand, and lifted a laurel tree leaf away before it fell on Shi Shilei's shoulder.

In the afternoon, Fu Qinruo made roselle tea, and invited the craftsmen and apprentices who came to repair the house to eat cakes and drink tea together.He is not good at socializing, but fortunately with Shi Shilei by his side, when they inquired about the history of this gate, they could answer smoothly.

There are also flute players among the students. When Shi Shilei heard about this, she found out her own flute and asked her to play it.Fu Qinruo sat on the side drinking tea with the teacher, looking at the osmanthus trees that were not blooming, always felt that even the roselle in the cup was out of season.

"Qin Ruo, do you have time in the afternoon?" Grandma held the wrapped pipa in her arms, intending to take it upstairs, and stopped to ask as she passed by.

Fu Qinruo hurriedly put down his teacup, stood up and said, "Yes. Do you have something to do?"

"This year's sweet-scented osmanthus hasn't been picked yet." She looked at the osmanthus tree behind her grandson, feeling sorry, and said, "When the sun is over, why don't you go back to the old house?"

"Hey." He looked at the mooncakes on the low table, "There are still mooncakes here, do you want some?"

Grandma pursed her lips into a smile, shook her head, and said, "I ate it just now.—Shi Shi?"

Shi Shilei hurriedly stood up.

"Later, let's go pick osmanthus with Qin Ruo. We can eat when we come back." She paused, "Moon cakes are delicious, I will teach you how to make them in a few days. Do you want to learn?"

He nodded again and again, and replied, "I have to learn."

"Yeah. I've worked hard today, drink tea, go back to the house and have a good rest." Grandma said, carrying the pipa upstairs.

In the past few days, five craftsmen, mentors and apprentices have come to repair the house. According to the agreement, they also live in the Taimen.The huge platform gate is rarely so lively. Grandpa is more lonely and doesn't talk to strangers very much, but grandma likes those students and allows them to go upstairs to see her fan paintings.

Shi Shilei was tired from playing, so he went back to his room to take a nap, walking in the long alley, he accidentally saw someone standing outside.The man stretched his neck and looked inside, as if he wanted to enter the door but dared not.

He walked out strangely and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, is Mr. Fu Zhijing here?" The young man in a suit and leather shoes introduced himself, "His assistant is on leave due to a fall, and I'll send him the plan and contract."

Shi Shilei looked at this person's face, and thought that Fu Qinruo had already pushed back all the company's affairs, so why did someone come to the door?Just as he was hesitating whether to help inform, Fu Qinruo had already come out from inside.

"What's the matter?" Fu Qinruo immediately recognized the man when he saw him, "Oh, Xiao Zhong."

The young man accidentally kicked the threshold when he entered the door, almost fell, looked back, and smiled awkwardly: "Your family's threshold is really high!"

"The old people in the family are on their lunch break, so we won't entertain them." If Fu Qin didn't let him go inside, he stood by the door and knew why he came, "Bring the documents, I'll sign them here."

The young man was stunned for two seconds, then immediately took out the document from the bag, took out the signature pen, and offered it with both hands respectfully.

Shi Shilei saw that Fu Qinruo had read the plan and the contract, signed on the door panel, and returned them to the visitor, saying, "No."

The young man was stunned again, smiled very far-fetched, put away his things, and left respectfully.When he walked, he also didn't pay attention to the threshold, he didn't step on it firmly, and staggered two more steps.

"If I were a celebrity, I would definitely ask you to take care of me." Shi Shilei and the others left, and said eccentrically, "Such a big production, if he doesn't perform it, the capital will be withdrawn. Mr. Fu, I didn't expect you to be such a domineering president!"

Fu Qinruo stretched out his hand to press the back of his neck, walked inside, and said: "There is no future, let's call it a day."

Shi Shilei thought for a while and asked, "Can you make mooncakes?"

"No. When grandma is teaching, do you learn together?" Fu Qinruo asked softly.

He nodded with a smile.

"What stuffing do you like to eat?" Fu Qinruo walked with his hands behind his back, like someone who has lived for a long time.

Shi Shilei replied without hesitation: "Peninsula milk yolk and matcha honey beans! Last year I was on the set, and the assistant director gave me a box with mango cheese stuffing in it, which was also delicious. What about you? What kind of stuffing do you like?" "

"I don't eat moon cakes much." He thought carefully for a while before saying, "The ones made of jujube paste?"

Shi Shilei asked curiously, "You don't like to eat Su style?"

"It's better to eat sweet mooncakes. Although it's not good to be too sweet, it's a reunion festival after all." After what he said, it seems that eating mooncakes is not a very simple matter.

Shi Shilei stepped over a threshold, turned around and asked, "Then do you like jujube paste mooncakes more, or do you like me more?"

Hearing this, Fu Qinruo was astonished, but he just smiled lightly and didn't answer.

"Say it!" Shi Shilei urged, taking his hand.

Pulled into the room by him, Fu Qinruo shook his head after much deliberation, and refused, "Don't say anything."

"Why?" Shi Shilei asked standing by the door.

He frowned, avoided his gaze, and replied vaguely: "Too shy."

After succeeding, Shi Shilei laughed out loud.He closed the door, took Fu Qinruo by the edge of his coat, pulled him to the bed, and said, "Don't be shy!"

The old buildings have been repaired and can last for a period of time, but household appliances seem to be unable to withstand the toss.The air conditioner in the house, Fu Qinruo once called to report for repair, but the master who repaired the air conditioner concluded that the air conditioner could no longer be used, and suggested replacing it with a new one.

It was too late to order, and the weather turned cold.

The wind is the wind of cracking leaves; the rain is the rain of bean flowers.After the leaf-cracking wind passed, the fine tofu flower rain watered the courtyard to make it cool.Some fine coolness curled up outside the bamboo curtains, and when it fell into the room, it became cooler again.

Fu Qinruo, who was half asleep and half awake, was startled by the coolness falling on his shoulders and opened his eyes.He turned over and looked at the faintly visible light outside the bamboo curtain, as if the autumn rain in his dream was just an illusion.

He put on his clothes and got out of bed, opened the curtain a little, and saw that there were indeed some fallen leaves on the corridor, and the cracks in the ground were also glowing with sky light, so he realized that the rain before going to bed was real——I thought , but Shi Shilei's turbulent breathing.

The clouds spread out little by little, and the setting sun had to take advantage of the last moment to catch up with the clouds.Fu Qinruo turned around when he heard Shi Shilei's murmuring voice on Ba Bu's bed.

Shi Shilei opened his eyes, turned to him with a slight smile, and stretched out his hand.

He walked back to the bed, sat on the pedal, took his hand and rubbed it gently, and asked, "Are you getting up? There is still time to pick sweet-scented osmanthus. If there is another rain in the evening, we won't be able to eat sweet-scented osmanthus this year."

Shi Shilei yawned lazily, looked at him quietly, and said, "I'm so lazy, I don't want to get up."

"Then sleep a little longer, I'll go there by myself." Fu Qinruo brushed his forehead hair aside, "What do you want to eat? Bring it back for you on the way."

He thought about it seriously, and said, "Beef fruit scones."

"It's time for dinner, why not eat that?" Fu Qinruo asked in surprise.

Shi Shilei also thought about it, if he ate less for dinner because of the bread, grandma would definitely ask.He was considering whether to eat or change something else, when he heard Fu Qinruo say: "Well, when I pass by, go into the store and order some. If you are hungry at night, I will ride out to give you some Buy it back?"

His eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly.

"Well, then you go to bed first." Fu Qinruo got up on his knees, kissed his forehead, took the coat that had fallen on the pedal, buttoned his shirt, and walked out.

Shi Shilei watched him pull open the door and turn to close the door after he went out, suddenly felt a little cold, so he wrapped his body tightly with a summer quilt, thinking that he would have to change the quilt at night.

After Fu Qinruo left, Shi Shilei didn't sleep for long.Hearing the sound of thunder, he sat up suddenly, sat blankly for a few seconds, got up and looked for clothes to wear.

As soon as the door was opened, autumn leaves rolled into the house.Dry leaves grazed his ankles, giving him a chill.Shi Shilei turned his head, his eyes followed Ye Zi all the way behind the bead curtain.

Their room is very big, not everything can be seen clearly, and they usually spend more time beside the bed and desk.Behind the curtain is Fu Qinruo's small warehouse, which has a tall antique shelf, a set of Arhat beds that are hardly used, and a few unused flower tables and incense tables.

When Shi Shilei didn't know, there was an extra screen, and he vaguely remembered where he saw it.He opened the bead curtain, turned on the light and looked carefully, only to realize that it was moved from the west wing.Because the craftsmen were repairing the roof and beams there in the past two days, the screen got in the way and was removed.I did hear Fu Qinruo mention it earlier.

At that time, he said lightly that the silk on the screen was broken and had to be replaced with a new one, and asked his grandparents what they liked.

Shi Shilei took a rough look, but didn't realize what was broken.He turned on all the lights and recognized it as a splash-ink landscape painting. On the silk with a faint silver light, the landscape seemed to be alive.The painting is about autumn, and there are two or three drunkards at the foot of the mountain, trickling down a trickle of water, so happy.

Before he could carefully find the inscription and seal, Shi Shilei first saw the wild cursive written on the left side, which completely destroyed the artistic conception of the whole painting, and it was clear that the silk painting was used as manuscript paper.However, Shi Shilei recognized from the gestures that it was written by Fu Qinruo, and he was even more surprised immediately.

Firstly, he has never seen the wild cursive written by Fu Qinruo; secondly, he actually wrote the words on the silk painting, could it be that he was crazy at the time?

I don't know when Fu Qinruo wrote it. Shi Shilei touched the ink on it carefully, and felt that it had been a few years.

"The beauty is as beautiful as jade, and possesses the youth of the past..." He read the scribbled handwriting, but it was written in a really casual way, with great effort, "Yu Yue is so beautiful, and she thinks gracefully. But how slow is she?" Xi, Ruo Chanjuan's profit and loss..."

At the end of the reading, Shi Shilei saw a hole under the silk painting, which seemed to be bitten by insects like cockroaches.Presumably the tattered place Fu Qinruo was referring to was this place.

"The dance of spring is lingering, and the fluttering catkins are lingering against the wind. The wind doesn't know how it is separated, and the thousands of strands are not against it..." I don't know what happened later, and Fu Qinruo didn't write any more.Shi Shilei guessed a thing or two in his mind, took two steps back, and looked at it again, but felt that these sentences on the silk painting were more artistic, so he couldn't help pursing his lips and smiling, "Drunkard."

For dinner, my grandma cooked the Adenophora ginseng and Polygonatum odoratum soup to relieve dryness and moisturize the skin, and served it with pearl rice. Shi Shilei ate two full bowls of rice.

"Are you hungry?" Grandma was very happy to see that he ate a lot, and asked while serving him some food, "How about the laurel tree in the old house? Did it shed a lot of leaves?"

Shi Shilei was lazy and didn't go out, looked at Fu Qinruo who was eating, and smiled shyly: "I didn't go, Fu Qinruo went by himself."

"Oh..." Grandma looked at Fu Qinruo in surprise, and smiled, "No wonder he didn't say anything when he came back." After thinking for a moment, she asked her husband, "Tomorrow is the eighth day of the eighth day?"

Grandpa said indifferently: "Today."

Grandma was surprised when she heard that, and said regretfully, "It's a pity."

"What's the matter?" Shi Shilei asked curiously while picking up his meal.

"The eighth day of the lunar new year is the day when bamboo is drunk. It is advisable to transplant bamboo to make life easier." After explaining to Shi Shilei, Fu Qinruo said to his grandfather, "I will move it after dinner, it will be fine."

Grandma nodded happily and suggested, "Shall Shi Shi go together?"

"Ah?" Shi Shilei was not very happy, "I want to compose the music tonight."

Fu Qinruo was surprised, and asked: "Thinking of what to write next?"

"Yeah." He nodded with a smile, "It's deserted in late autumn, and people are drunk in the singing house. Autumn is a good time to drink!"

He was stunned, and said for a while: "Drunkard."

"It seems that you have to dry the sweet-scented osmanthus quickly, or you won't be able to drink sweet-scented osmanthus in time." Grandma couldn't help laughing when she heard this.

And Liang Qiu, because of this, has an extra bit of drunk and sweet sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance.

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