With a brain-loving husband [travel]

Thinking of those twinkling star eyes, Mo Jingcheng suddenly wanted to confess where he came from.

"Rainbow, if"

If he is not a person of this world, if he is not a human being but what everyone calls a monster.

But halfway through the conversation, he couldn't ask any more.

And his Rainbow Dash was still waiting for his next words.

Kissing Fang Yun's black hair lightly, Mo Jingcheng said softly, "Sleep, Yunbao."

Fang Yun turned over to face Mo Jingcheng, and pecked lightly on his lips, "Good night, husband."

Mo Jingcheng had a sleepless night.

As New Year's Eve was approaching, Mo Jingcheng hung all the lanterns he bought under the eaves, reflecting a lively scene in the house.

"Husband, shall we go to the Lantern Festival tonight?" Fang Yun supported the ladder, looked up at him, his almond eyes were shining brightly.

As New Year's Eve approaches, Xinghua Town will hold a lantern festival. At this time, there will be many vendors displaying things that are invisible on weekdays. It is probably the same as the lotus viewing festival.

But the most noticeable thing is the hanging lamp wish.There is a small apricot tree in Xinghua Town, which has a history of hundreds of years. I heard that if you hang your wish on it on the day of the Lantern Festival, it will definitely come true in the coming year.

There were some small episodes on the day of the lotus viewing festival, and the lanterns were put on in a daze, so Fang Yun wanted to hang up his wish with Mo Jingcheng this time.

But afraid that Mo Jingcheng would laugh at him for being naive, he didn't say this, and buried this small wish in his heart, only saying that he wanted to watch the game during the lantern festival.

Mofangxuan also took a day off today, and Mo Jingcheng naturally agreed with Fu Lang's expectations.

The Lantern Festival was held at Xu time, and there was still some time before the official start, so the two decided to go after dinner.

Perhaps because he was happy, Fang Yun also made a lot of peach blossom cakes. Before they were cooked, they emitted a faint fragrance of flowers, which attracted Mo Jingcheng who was tending the vegetable garden in the yard.

On the day he moved into the house, Mo Jingcheng wanted to make a recipe in a corner of the house to grow some side dishes, but Mofangxuan just opened a few days ago, so he was so busy that he didn't do anything.

Today I finally found an opportunity, so I started to develop a small recipe. It is also great to grow some vegetables to study new recipes and pastries.

"What kind of shortbread is this?" Mo Jingcheng washed the dirt off his hands, put his arms around Fu Lang's slender waist, and looked at the shortbread shaped like a flower petal.

Although there are hundreds of recipes in his intellectual brain, including the recipes of pastries, there are corresponding introductions with pictures and texts, but there are still gaps, and he can't recognize some pastries.

Fang Yun picked up a freshly baked peach blossom cake with wooden chopsticks, blew it until it was half-cooled, and held it underneath with his hand, and handed it to Mo Jingcheng's mouth.

"This is Peach Blossom Cake. It is named for its shape like a peach blossom. Husband, please taste it." He blinked his eyes and said with a bright smile.

Looking at Fu Lang who was smiling brightly, and then at Peach Blossom Crisp, who had a slightly less smiling smile, Mo Jingcheng suddenly had the urge to eat Fu Lang clean first.

But no, because the brain had already sounded a red warning sign in his mind.

The corner of his mouth curled into a soft arc, and Mo Jingcheng bit a small corner, savoring it carefully.

The softness is just right, and there is some light sweetness, but it is not to the extent that it is overwhelming, but it adds a touch of crispness to the shortbread.

But halfway through the meal, Mo Jingcheng's face changed slightly.Looking down, I saw some red bean filling on the corner of the shortbread.

Knowing that Mo Jingcheng had eaten the red bean stuffing he had prepared, Fang Yun's starry eyes became brighter, and honey could be seen from the corners of his mouth.

"My husband said that eating red dates means happiness, so I put red beans in it, which means that we will be united forever."

Hearing this, Mo Jingcheng was taken aback for a moment, and then the corners of his lips curled into a curve as soft as water.

He took a bite of the shortbread, gently pinched Fang Yun's chin with his fingers, and before Fang Yun could react, he lowered his head and kissed it.

Only when he felt Fang Yun's hand resting softly on his chest and his breathing became a little disordered, he was willing to let go of Fang Yun and lower his head to look at him.

I saw that Fang Yun's almond eyes were covered with mist, and the corners of his mouth became extremely rosy. I don't know if it was because the red beans were too sweet, or the kiss just now was too refreshing.

The string in Mo Jingcheng's heart broke suddenly, and he leaned over and took another bite of the shortbread.

"Rainbow, you have to eat red beans together to bond forever."

At Xushi, Fang Yun attended the Lantern Festival with a blushing face.

Fortunately, the snow had stopped at Xushi, so the street stalls with lanterns were only able to be displayed.

People are still bustling with each other, shoulder to shoulder, and they will accidentally bump into one after a few steps.Worried that Fang Yun would be hit, Mo Jingcheng tightly guarded Fang Yun by his side, unwilling to take his eyes off him for a moment.

I saw many small stalls at the lotus viewing festival, but Fang Yun was still very happy, and consciously held Mo Jingcheng's hand and looked around.

On weekdays, Li Fulang is always very well-behaved, and he doesn't want to act coquettishly and self-willed towards him, which makes people feel distressed.But tonight was probably exaggerated by the lively atmosphere, so Fang Yun became more lively.

The lantern hung high on a hook in the shop, reflecting Fulang's almond eyes.Mo Jingcheng looked down at Fu Lang, and couldn't help but curl his lips.

His husband is very cute.

Looking at it, I unconsciously walked through a street.On the other street, many people crowded together, and the sound of traders beating drums and gongs could be heard from afar.

"Everyone, come and take a look, the pot-tossing game! If you hit the pot, there will be prizes!"

Fang Yun hadn't played Touhu before, so he blinked his eyes and looked at Mo Jingcheng expectantly when he heard it, "Husband, look quickly, there is Touhu over there!"

He didn't say he wanted to play, but his eyes revealed his thoughts.

She likes her husband's cleverness the most, Mo Jingcheng bent his eyes, "Go and see."

Hearing this, Fang Yun smiled until his eyes narrowed into small crescents, and then nodded heavily.

"Ok!"

Touhu was originally a game among literati and inkmen. Later, it gradually developed and extended, and gradually became a common small game among the people.But before Fang Yun only cared about his livelihood, he didn't care about it when he saw it from a distance, so he never played these games.

The crowd stood around an open space, and vaguely saw a pot in the center of the open space, but they couldn't see clearly.After finally squeezing in the front, Fang Yun could see a little more clearly, but he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

I saw that the pot had three openings, the opening in the middle was large, and the openings on both sides were small.The stall owner next to the pot was picking up the arrows that had fallen nearby, but none of them fell into the pot.

From the corner of the eye of the stall owner who opened the pitching pot, he saw a handsome young man looking out curiously, and beside him stood an extremely handsome young man, perhaps he was the man's husband, who was protecting him tenderly. watching.

Sensing that the business was coming, the stall owner walked over with the arrow in his hand.

"Little Fulang, do you want to try? Ten Wen can be used to throw arrows ten times, and you will get a prize if you hit the arrow."

Fang Yun didn't expect that the stall owner would walk in front of him, and suddenly he was at a loss, looking up at Mo Jingcheng as if asking for help.

Unexpectedly, Mo Jingcheng directly took twenty Wen and handed it over. After receiving the arrows, he was afraid that Fang Yun would not be able to catch so many, so he divided five arrows and handed them to him.

When it was over, he leaned down to Fang Yun's ear and comforted him, "Try. I'm by your side, don't be afraid."

He knew that Fang Yun really wanted to play throwing pots, and the bright star eyes were the proof.But he also knew that the little husband was terribly afraid, so he waited aside.

"Little Fulang, if you throw at the spout in the middle, you need to hit it three times to get the prize. If you throw at the spout on both sides, you only need to hit it once."

Before the stall owner finished speaking, someone else questioned loudly: "Staller, don't make things difficult for us. Although the spout in the middle is a bit bigger, it's hard to cast. It's lucky to hit it once. You have to vote three times!"

Hearing this, the stall owner just smiled and retorted: "My lord, we also have to eat. If it's too easy, wouldn't the prize be given away for nothing?"

Fang Yun didn't hear the words of the others clearly, but felt that the five arrows in his hands were so heavy that even the jug placed not far away was dizzy in front of his eyes.

He raised his right hand in a daze, but was so shaken that he couldn't even throw an arrow.But even so, he thought hard.

The game of throwing pots was seen before when my father secretly took him to visit the temple fair, but at that time, all the money on my father's body was used to subsidize the family, and there was no other money for him to play these games, so he didn't willfully clamor for it.

He still remembered enviously watching the arrow bend into a silver bridge in the air and quickly threw it into the pot, and he almost cried out in surprise.

But now that he had the chance, he wanted to back down.

Fang Yun lowered his eyes, and his trembling hands stopped in mid-air and wanted to put them down again.But at this moment, a pair of generous palms wrapped his hands.

Looking up in surprise, he saw Mo Jingcheng looking at him softly.

"Look at the pot, raise your hand slightly, and aim at the upper left of the mouth of the pot." Mo Jingcheng held Fang Yun's hand, and raised it slightly, "Then, hold the arrow tightly, and I will count to three o'clock." , and you throw it with some strength. Will you, Rainbow Dash?"

Fang Yun was so nervous that he became even more dizzy, but strangely, when Mo Jingcheng grabbed his hand, he suddenly felt relieved.

Gathering his mind, Fang Yun nodded lightly, looked at the pot with a serious expression as if he was facing an enemy, and found the right direction according to the guidance in Mo Jingcheng's hand.

Seeing Fulang's serious and cute appearance, Mo Jingcheng smiled slightly, but fearing that Fulang would get nervous again, he also focused on calculating the probability of hitting the pot in all directions in his brain.

Finally, the data staying in a certain place reached the probability of hitting all, so Mo Jingcheng held Fang Yun's hand tightly and began to whisper in his ear.

"one two three!"

The arrow was released from Fang Yun's hand with a "swoosh", drew a crescent-like silver line in the air, and landed precisely on the mouths of the pots on both sides.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, looking at the arrow that hit the mouth of the pot in disbelief.

Even Fang Yun was a little surprised, he opened his mouth wide and watched the arrow swaying gently in the pot, and finally stopped slowly.

I don't know who applauded, and then, the crowd gave a sensational applause!

"Look at that little brother, it's amazing! He hit it right away!"

"It's a pity that I was only focused on arguing with the stall owner and didn't see how the shot was made!" Someone also sighed.

Fang Yun's eyes became even more dizzy, and he blinked dizzily, but was gently supported and coaxed by Mo Jingcheng.

"Rainbow is amazing, try it yourself, okay?"

For some reason, Fang Yun nodded like a ghost, and took another arrow.This time Mo Jingcheng didn't help him anymore, but guided softly from the side.

"Rainbow, it's better to live longer."

Fang Yun nodded obediently, and moved his hands accordingly.When the arrow moved to the same position as I thought it was just now, he threw the arrow out again with a "swoosh".

The arrow landed precisely on the mouth of the pot with a "click" again.It's just that this time it's the spout in the center.

Fang Yun turned around in surprise, his bright eyes were like a little rabbit wanting to be praised.

Seeing Fang Yun's cute appearance, Mo Jingcheng suppressed the mood to take Fulang home immediately, rubbed his head and praised him without hesitation.

Xu Shi was encouraged, and after that Fang Yun let go of his hands and feet. Although the arrows he threw didn't hit all the arrows, he hit seven or eight arrows one after another, which made the stall owner's eyes widen in shock.

After all twenty arrows were shot, Fang Yun wanted to play again, but the stall owner refused with a smile.

"Little husband, everyone is having a good time tonight, let's give others some chances. Seeing that you and your husband are so affectionate, how about I send you and your husband a pair of woodcarved swans?"

"This swan is carved from red sandalwood. It is a rare and precious wood, and it is also an admiration for my husband's skills."

With that said, he went to the back and took out a pair of lifelike swans.The palm-sized swan lying with its neck crossed is very affectionate, its whole body is smooth and full of luster, and if it lowers its head, it can still smell the elegant red sandalwood fragrance.

Mo Jingcheng glanced at it and knew that the stall owner was not lying, it was indeed high-quality rosewood.

Having never experienced such a thing before, Fang Yun was a little flustered, and raised his eyes to seek Mo Jingcheng's opinion.

But Mo Jingcheng didn't answer, just put on the cloak that he took off just now for the convenience of movement, and said softly: "Listen to you."

Hearing this, Fang Yun lowered his head and thought for a while, then took the pair of wood-carved swans seriously, and said solemnly: "Thank you, I love my husband very much."

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