Looking for plums under the moon

The next day.

As soon as Ling Guyue opened her eyes, she saw Shen Luo lying flat on the outside, with her left arm neatly placed beside her, but she was herself, curled up and curled up in his arms.Sitting up in a daze, looking at the human being on the pillow, he said, "Did you touch the wound at night?"

Shen Luo shook his head, his complexion obviously improved a lot, "How is senior brother resting?"

"Very good." It was warm all night, and there were no miscellaneous dreams. The only bad thing was that the bed in this inn was too narrow, and the two of them had to squeeze close together.

Bypassing Shen and getting off the bed, Ling Guyue put on her clothes and walked to the window.

"Senior brother, wear more clothes." Shen Luo urged worriedly.

"Hey." Ling Guyue responded, after all, she just let the belt loose around her waist and didn't reach out to tie it.

The fire in the furnace under the window was not extinguished, and there was a faint flame dancing, but the simmering old wine had dried up, leaving a faint fragrance of wine.

Ling Guyue pushed open half of the window, and suddenly a gust of cold air poured in. The wind and snow filled the sleeves, and the curtains in the room were blown up layer by layer.He hurriedly closed the window again, leaving only a two-finger-wide slit to look out.

The sky is still early, but the snow light reflecting the ground looks dim.

After closing the window, Ling Guyue turned her head and said with a smile: "It's still early, you should sleep for a while."

Shen Luo leaned against the head of the bed, with a smile on his lips, "I don't want to sleep anymore, I'm a little hungry, senior brother will accompany me to eat."

It was only then that Ling Guyue remembered that the two of them hadn't even had dinner since they came back yesterday, and they were indeed a little hungry at the moment.Then he nodded and said, "Alright, what do you want to eat?"

Shen Luo walked towards him, fastened every belt on his body, then raised his head and said, "Brother, do you want to eat buns?"

steamed stuffed bun?How can there be any steamed stuffed buns on this street?

Ling Guyue wondered: "The granny who is cooking must not have woken up...how about changing to something simpler?"

"No need," Shen Luo dressed neatly, took his hand and walked out, "Brother, just wait a moment."

Ling Guyue sat in the lobby for about a quarter of an hour, but no shopkeeper passed by the door, but there were a few sparrows hopping around on the snow to pick up the fallen fodder.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, he couldn't sit still any longer, and quietly walked towards the backyard.

There is a kitchen in the backyard, and the grandmother in the inn usually cooks. The dishes are home-cooked dishes from Pingnan. Half is chili.Disciples in Pingchuan are not used to eating, and they have raised their opinions with grandma many times. Grandma stretched out her hand holding the dish, and said swearingly: "It's not spicy anymore, do you think there are any spicy peppers in it?" A disciple asked bitterly. Face pulled out several pieces of bright red pepper from the plate, "This... what is this?" Grandma stared at him and said, "That's all right, I think you people in the Jianghu are too useless!"

Even though I said that, from that day on, my grandma really didn't put any chili peppers anymore.Disciple Pingchuan looked at the plates of green, white, and dismal dishes, and seemed to feel that something was missing, but soon became happy again. Without the burning peppers, at least they would not be in trouble!

Although Ling Guyue grew up in Pingchuan like everyone else, he is not taboo, he can also eat light side dishes, and he is also willing to accept hot Sichuan dishes, but every time his lips are red because of the spicy food, he hides in the room Wait until the swelling subsides before daring to come out.

At this moment, he was thinking about what Shen Luo said to himself just now: "Brother, sit down first, I'll go to the kitchen to see what's there."

If those young disciples heard these words, their jaws would drop in shock. The ones with heavy hands are always holding swords. The sword moves are sharp and decisive, and there is a tendency to kill and fight, but no one Knowing that he will have a day when he washes his hands and makes soup.

Thinking about it, Ling Guyue walked to the kitchen door, but seeing the doors and windows closed tightly, she secretly smiled in her heart: Maybe she didn't want to be seen... Then she lightly pierced a pane of window paper, and looked in through the hole .

Shen Luo doesn't like to smile most of the time, and his face is always a little cold, so he always looks aloof and unpredictable.But now his expression can be called gentle.Skillfully arrange two bowls on the table, scoop out two spoonfuls of fresh and tender tofu from the bucket and put them into the bowls. Seeing that the steaming tray behind the back is already filled with white smoke, he turns around unhurriedly, uncovers the lid, and picks up the tofu from inside. Two plates of soft steamed stuffed buns were brought out, and the soup sitting in the pot was brought out, poured into a bowl, sprinkled with chopped green onions, and drizzled with sesame oil, the aroma immediately burst into the nostrils.

But seeing that he was calm and calm in his gestures, it didn't seem like he was cooking, but rather like he was dancing a sword, and he was extremely particular about every move.When the dishes are in the box, the stove and table are still neat and tidy, without any mess.

"Hero, what are you doing lying on the window?"

Ling Guyue was engrossed in watching, and suddenly heard an old woman's voice behind her, and when she looked back, it was the grandmother who was cooking, who was staring at herself suspiciously.

"Hush..." Ling Guyue made a silent gesture to her.

At this time, Shen Luo also pushed the door out with a food box.

Ling Guyue was caught straight, she bent her index finger on her lips, covered her lips and coughed: "Let me see if my junior brother can help me."

Shen Luo has profound skills, so he naturally knew that someone had been peeking at the wall for half a day, and he didn't point it out. He took his hand and said with a smile: "No need, I can do this little thing myself."

The grandma on the side frowned and stared at the two of them, as if suddenly attracted by something, she sniffed vigorously, "What is this? It smells so good?" As she spoke, she followed the scent and looked straight at the food box in Shen Luo's hand.

"Is it... Baozi? You made it?"

Shen Luo glanced at Ling Guyue and nodded.

Grandma said disgustedly: "You heroes and heroes can still make steamed buns?" She lowered her head and went to flip the lid of the food box, "Let me see..."

Shen Luo's eyes changed slightly, and he hid the food box behind his back.

"Stingy!" Grandma curled her lips.

Ling Guyue poked Shen Luo lightly, whispered in his ear: "It's okay to show her..."

Only then did Shen Luo reluctantly open the food box, revealing the neatly arranged buns and two bowls of bean curd inside, and said in a bad tone, "You can eat one."

"Sure enough, it's a steamed stuffed bun...then I'll try it for you first!" Grandma was not polite, she pinched one out, and after taking a bite, she was stunned, and her eyes on Shen Luo suddenly changed.

"How is it?" Ling Guyue looked at her expectantly.

"That's it... just like that..." Grandma swallowed the buns in her mouth, finished the rest in two or three bites, clapped her hands, pushed open the kitchen door and walked in, "Little hero, when I was young My craftsmanship is not worse than yours! At that time, everyone in the street called me Baozi Xishi, and every day someone stepped through the threshold and wanted to marry me..."

Ling Guyue watched her wash her hands and began kneading the dough, and said with a smile: "I think Grandma must have been pretty when she was young."

"It's not bad looking, in his words...'gentle and beautiful', but it can't compare with you, but there are still so many people who want to marry me, why? The buns I make are Ping Nan Absolutely, I just want me to open a bun shop for their family..." Grandma lowered her head and kneaded the dough vigorously, smiled, with nostalgia in her tone, "But I just don't want to, I just want to give it to one person, Make buns for a lifetime."

"That man is your husband?"

"That short-lived ghost," Grandma cursed in a low voice, "unlucky and heartless, I have been a widow for half my life, and I am going to be happy first, and I don't know if there are any noodle dishes and chicken soup in the palace of the king of hell. Xi Shi, don't hook his soul away! When the time comes, forget my bun Xi Shi, I can't spare him..."

Grandma's voice gradually lowered and turned into a long sigh. Suddenly remembering that there was someone outside the door, she said angrily, "What are you two doing looking at me? Do you want to learn art? If you don't eat those two bowls of bean curd, it will freeze! "

Seeing the 'gentle and beautiful' Baozi Xishi get angry, Ling Guyue hastily dragged Shen Luo away.

Back in the lobby, fortunately, Shen Luo just put the lid on the food box in time, and it was still steaming when he opened it.

"Brother, try it." Shen Luo looked at him.

Ling Guyue said: "It's not that I haven't eaten..."

Saying so, he still took a bun under Shen Luo's gaze.One bite, soft and fragrant, the juice fills the mouth, and the aftertaste is fresh and salty.

Last time in Pingchuan, the steamed stuffed bun brought by Shen Luo was familiar to him, but he didn't know where he had eaten it, but this time he remembered, this is...he had eaten it at the station at the foot of Pingchuan Mountain smell!

Ling Guyue doubted: "The owner of the inn said that this is his ancestral handicraft, how can you do it?"

Shen Luo sat opposite him, but smiled and said nothing.

Ling Guyue carefully speculated, "Could it be that there is some relationship between you and the store?" Thinking of a hard-working mother who sent her young son to the mountain to learn martial arts, while she lived in a posthouse at the foot of the mountain, watching from afar every day. The clouds that come and go on the top of the mountain.For a long time, she gradually fell in love with the owner of the posthouse, and the two married since then. The mother also taught him the skill of making buns...

Seeing that he was lost in thought, Shen Luo didn't know where he was thinking, so he said: "It has nothing to do with him, it was originally done by me."

Ling Guyue was surprised when she heard the words, "You did it? That morning..."

Shen Luo said quietly: "I watched my brother leave that morning."

Ling Guyue was stunned, "But you didn't stop me...so you don't really want to lock me up in Pingchuan?"

Shen Luo shook his head, "Brother is young after all, it is understandable to want to go down the mountain for a stroll, besides, Pingchuan is in turmoil, it is good to leave temporarily, as long as you remember to come back, it is enough."

Ling Guyue remembered that the misunderstanding between the two of them gradually increased step by step. If Xiaoqiu hadn't encouraged her to go back by mistake, I'm afraid that according to her own temperament, she would never step into Pingchuan again for three to five years. .

"Fortunately, brother came back in the end, but I still did something wrong..."

Ling Guyue saw that his brows were tightly wrinkled, and held his hand, "Nowadays, why bring up the old things again?"

Shen Luo looked at him, gradually stretched his brows, and said firmly: "Senior brother said, today... I will definitely win the number one in the world for senior brother!"

In fact, Ling Guyue wanted to say, what if it is not number one in the world?What's more, I didn't find the real plum blossom fairy back then, and the number one in the world was just a joke I mentioned casually when I was a child. This wish can't be counted.

But facing Shen Luo's unshakable gaze, he suddenly thought: Forget it, if this can make him feel less guilty, it might not be a bad thing.

The two looked at each other with tender thoughts in their eyes.

"Ah! It smells so good!" A sigh broke the silence.

Xiao Qiu jumped down from the upstairs, and approached the two of them, reaching out to grab the barely touched buns on the table.

'Snapped! 'Shen Luo coldly clapped that hand away.

"Brother Shen..." Xiao Qiu looked at him wronged.

Shen Luo said: "Go to the kitchen and ask someone to do it again."

"But... there are obviously ready-made ones here."

Shen Luo refused to back down, "Brother hasn't eaten yet."

Xiao Qiu looked at Ling Guyue eagerly again.

Ling Guyue smiled, took out another pair of chopsticks from the chopstick cage, and handed it to Xiao Qiu, but her eyes looked at Shen Luo, "The two of us can't finish eating so much, let's go together."

Shen Luo lowered his eyes silently and didn't say anything else.

Although the two got up early, they didn't eat anything, their stomachs were empty, and there was a boy in his teens who was growing up, so it took only a cup of tea, two plates of steamed buns and two bowls of bean curd were all empty. .

"Brother, are you full?" Shen Luoquan pretended that the young man next to him was nothing, without even looking at him.

Ling Guyue nodded, "What about you?"

"I'm full too."

Xiao Qiu tried hard to attract the attention of the two, patted his stomach and said, "I'm not full!"

Ling Guyue looked at him gently, "Grandma is cooking, you go to the kitchen and have a look."

Xiao Qiu smacked his lips and thought about it, "The steamed stuffed bun just now was really delicious, I'll bring back some more!" After saying that, he rushed to the backyard excitedly.

Unexpectedly, when I got to the kitchen, not only did I not get the buns, but I was reprimanded instead.

"You're so young! There's only steamed buns here, and the pickles in the jar are enough to satisfy your hunger. Want to eat? Take it! If you don't eat, go out!"

In the end, he had no choice but to come back with a few steamed buns, and was about to share them with the two, but Ling Guyue and Shen Luo were no longer in the lobby.

"Brother? Brother Shen?" Xiao Qiu put down the steamed bun and looked around. The tea on the table was still hot, but he didn't know where he had gone.

Xiao Qiu downstairs swallowed the steamed bun dryly with tea, but Ling Guyue and Shen Luo returned to the room.

Ling Guyue helped Shen Luo change the wound medicine, and seeing that everyone was almost up, she tidied up and rode towards the Buddha Heart Gate in the snow.

On the way, Ling Guyue always noticed that Lin Jue was constantly staring at her, but whenever she looked back at him, the man pretended to cough and avoided seeing her.

Ling Guyue and Shen Luo looked at each other, and finally couldn't help but slow down the horse speed, leveling with Lin Jue, "Brother Lin, what do you do?"

Lin Jue pursed her lips, hesitated to speak, glanced at Fan Shiyao next to her, and said softly, "May Miss Fan go first? I have something to say to Brother Ling."

Fan Shiyao didn't ask any further questions, nodded, lightly tugged on the reins, and passed the two of them and rushed forward.

For a moment, the two of them were attached to the tail of the team, and there were tens of feet away from the crowd.

"Brother Lin?"

Lin Jue said in a deep voice, "I saw that you came out of the sinking room this morning."

"good."

"I remember you...didn't leave his room last night?"

Ling Guyue said calmly: "I slept in his room last night."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words were spoken, Lin Jue's face changed, and he gripped the horse's belly angrily, "So... I misread you!" He snorted heavily, and beat the horse forward to chase.

Being left behind by him, Ling Guyue felt a little puzzled, and was about to call him back, when Lin Jue turned her horse's head around again, walked back to his side slowly, and asked with a cold face: "Did he force you to stop?" ?”

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