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The beggar curled up in the shadow of the eaves, with a chipped porcelain bowl beside his bare/dirty feet, watching the busy street without making a sound.

Liu Bin took out a small handful of copper plates from the restaurant just now from his arms, put them into the porcelain bowl, turned and walked along the alley.

The jingling sound of the copper plates hitting the porcelain bowl seemed to have awakened the little beggar. He stretched out his hands covered in plaster and carried the porcelain bowl to his bosom. The distant figure at the other end of the alley.

17

17. Brother Yang...

"Xiao Fei, bring in some dried osmanthus twigs and orange peel!"

Feihua was sitting in the porch making flower arrangements, when she heard Yang Chongyu's call, she went to the yard under the porch, picked out the things he wanted from the small dustpans, and brought them to the kitchen at the end of the porch.

Early this morning, Yang Chongyu slaughtered the pheasant he caught from the mountains a few days ago and made soup. Halfway through, Wulang's family sent another grass snake. The roe deer meat hung under the eaves is stewed.The reason for making such a hearty dish is that the grandfather and elder brother of the Yang family who have been away for nearly a month are coming back today.

This place is really a corner of the mountains, the nearest town is a small village called Shierlixu, and the fastest journey from Luanhu Village to there is three days by walking around the mountain road.

But this time the grandparents of the Yang family went to Luozhou City, which was farther away from the Twelve Mile Market. It is said that it would take seven or eight days just to walk.

Luanhu Village is really like the Taohuayuan described. It is hidden in the mountains and valleys. The passage out of the valley is commonly known as "a line of sky". It is a long and narrow stream formed by mountain fission and water erosion. , seeping from the ground, and converging into a shallow stream in the mountain stream, there are actually many delicious small fish and shrimp.

When Yang Chongyu took Feihua to see it, Feihua felt that it was impossible for outsiders to discover this hidden small village, because from the first line of sky, there are dense jungles and dangerous swamps. Only those with very strong martial arts here can pass through the swamp to reach the jungle, and only then can they discover the crack in the stone hidden among the weeds and vines.

And immediately outside the swamp is the dazed grassy beach where Feihua once stayed. It is not like Feihua was in trouble, and very few people would come to the grassy beach.

"Hey! I don't know when grandpa and brother will be home? I wonder if they brought me something back..."

Feihua brought the cinnamon sticks and orange peel into the kitchen, and Yang Chongyu sighed for the dozens of times while stirring the soup in the small pot.

Feihua turned around and walked out of the kitchen without seeing anything, as if she hadn't heard anything, it was a laborious task to talk to Huadao, and it was a psychological task to obey Huadao, which was also a test for Feihua.

The grandparents of the Yang family went to Luozhou this time with a few young and strong men in the village to carry out and sell the mountain products stored in the village. They agreed to come back today, but they don't know the exact time.

People in Luanhu Village usually go out in groups, and they don't go out easily. Whenever they go out, they do a lot of shopping, buying everything they need for several months.

They seldom come out of the mountains. The reason is that Feihua thinks that maybe the people who settled here migrated here to escape the disaster of war a hundred years ago. After a century of living in seclusion, they obviously prefer the current environment and life. , in Goro's words, it means "you can feel at ease when you have a meal, and you don't have to be afraid of being stumbling when you go out and do things (metaphor of being calculated behind your back), so you can feel at ease."

Feihua agrees with his point of view very much in her heart. If it is purely "living" and there is no need to fight for fame and fortune, Luanhu Village is undoubtedly an excellent place for health preservation.Feihua doesn't know whether it's because of the good mountains and rivers or the good mentality of the people here. There is actually an old man over a hundred years old in the village, and three old men in their 90s and [-]s.

In Feihua's view, people in ancient times were quite short-lived. Living to the age of 60 or [-] is generally regarded as a high mountain. Except for those legendary practitioners, Feihua thinks that those centenarians can be exhibited—a spectacle Now, what's more, these old birthday stars are still concentrated in such a small village with less than a hundred people.

Luanhu Village is not included in the administrative region of the country, which means that everyone in the village is a criminal and has been evading taxes for a century!Feihua thinks this is another great spectacle, because if it is in modern times, this is impossible. The state machine can scan it casually, and it will know whether there are any living things in any mountain corner.

No need to pay taxes means that all the hard work of the farmers goes into their own pockets, and every household is self-sufficient, and their lives are much better than those of farmers outside.Under such superior conditions, the population of Luanhu Village has not increased much, and Feihua feels that it may have something to do with the ancestors of the villagers a hundred years ago. It can be seen from the words and deeds of the villagers.

At noon, before the grandparents of the Yang family came back, Yang Chongyu and Feihua Tiebao ate first. They boiled the dragon and phoenix soup of pheasant, grass and snake all morning, stewed and then thickened roe deer meat, braised mushroom chicken in braised sauce, and fried chicken with chicken oil. The small bamboo shoots are good in appearance and taste.

Feihua once again secretly praised Yang Chongyu's cooking skills.

After dinner, Feihua went to take a nap on the bamboo bed in the house as usual, and was sleeping soundly when she was woken up by a noise.He got up in a daze, leaned against the head of the bed and stared out the window blankly.

The sun has already set on the top of the mountain, and it will be overcast in the village in a while (referring to the sun not shining). The hot and dry summer makes people feel sleepy even after sleeping all afternoon.After the low blood pressure passed, Feihua wrapped a veil in the wooden basin on the tripod by the window, wiped her face, wiped off the sweat from her body, and walked out of the room.

As soon as Yang Fengjuefu came back, he distributed the things that the villagers entrusted to buy to each house. He didn't pay much attention to the village boys who were lingering around him, and walked into the yard with his own big and small bags on his back.

Just turning around and coming out of the crowd, Yang Fengjue saw the young man leaning on the porch of his house.She has a face like jade, and is dressed in white.

He strode home, pushed open the gate of the small courtyard, then walked to the porch at a leisurely pace, raised his head through the railing and said to the boy: "It seems that you are recovering well."

Feihua looked away from the noisy crowd in the distance, and looked down at him slightly.Yang Chongyu's elder brother, Yang Fengjue, looks masculine and handsome, with a tall and tall figure of over 1.8 meters by visual inspection. Wearing their unique Gebu gown, he looks very calm and reliable, and his face does not have the same smiling face as his younger brother. , but seemed a bit cold and hard, and even a homely sentence of greetings was uttered by him with a formal and rigorous taste, and his temperament carried Yang Chongyu's elegant air.

This person, from his appearance, can't tell that he and Yang Chongyu are brothers, but from his personality, it can be seen that he is a family.

"Fortunately, thanks to Brother Ling for taking care of me."

Yang Fengjue was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly: "You don't mind, he is just like that, he likes to take care of people, just call him Chongyu or Xiaoyu. Can you put this thing in the house?"

Yang Fengjue handed over a long wooden box wrapped in cloth, and pointed to the room next to Feihua's room, with polite words, expression and tone as if they had known each other for more than ten years.

Feihua took the things and took them into the house.

The room specifications and styles of the wooden houses are similar, but Feihua was a little surprised when she walked into the house.

On the wall facing the door in the room is an ordinary Bogu shelf that is as tall as a person. The log lattice is full of stacks of books. On the top of the Bogu shelf is an arm-sized The wooden goshawk stretches its wings as if it is about to shoot into the sky.

There is a row of long cabinet-style tables on the left next to the wall, and the small shelves on the table are also full of thread-bound ancient books. In the middle of the room, there is a square table like an executive desk. Books, papers, inkstones, and pen holders are stacked on the table. , candlesticks and other objects, an unfinished ink landscape painting across the entire table.

On the right is the raised tatami floor, and a low table carved from old tree roots near the window, on which there is a set of tea sets.The simple and elegant bamboo curtain half-hides the world, giving off the independence of a hermit.

Feihua once heard Yang Chongyu laughing and complaining that her brother is a boring and boring person. According to him, he should be an elegant and interesting person, right?

He put the box on the table on the left.

"What is your name?"

Yang Fengjue sat in the porch, asking while unpacking the package.

"Not a flower."

Yang Fengjue looked up at him, a strange light flashed in his dark eyes, "The name suits you very well."

Feihua looked at him in surprise. Anyone who hears this name will first say that she looks like a girl, and she has never heard of anyone saying "suitable for you".

"Flower moon and spring breeze, flowing light is like a dream, dream is like a flower moon, passing like wind, the wind passes without a trace, it is neither a flower nor a dream. It is a very Zen name, but it is too desolate."

In those dark eyes, something flashed quickly, and before Feihua had time to recognize it, he felt that it had regained its impenetrable depth, and he only saw his own image reflected in those bright black pupils, Very clear.

"This is for you." With one hand, he handed over a delicate rope made of gold and blue silk threads.

do what?Do you really think he is a girl...

Before Feihua had time to refuse, Yang Fengjue got up and walked behind Feihua, picked up his long hair that was loose behind his back, and tied it up.

The smooth long hair is slightly yellowish, soft and slippery, and feels cool and comfortable in the hands.

Yang Chongyu tied the rope loosely on his hair, and