Nothing but good looking

Spring is the time to eat wild vegetables. After chopping purslane and shepherd’s purse, add eggs to make fillings to make spring rolls. Put a little oil in the pan and fry the spring rolls until the skin is crispy; a few days ago, the patient A piece of bacon pork that has not been eaten yet is soaked in water, the fat part is fried to get fat, and then new potatoes and the thin part are added to the water and placed in a small earthen pot, and slowly stewed over the fire; and An egg fried with wild onions is fragrant.

Wang Lang served Wang Lin a large bowl of rice. Wang Lin was really hungry, and he ate his food. Wang Lang smiled and watched him eat.

The precepts in the Jialan Temple are strict, avoiding meat and oil, and focusing on penance. The vegetarian meal is nothing but stewed cabbage, a thousand sheets of bland dried tofu, and seaweed clear soup, without any trace of meat.

When Wang Lin was full, Wang Lang moved his chopsticks a little.

The food and drink at today's spring banquet was raw and cold. A fish dish was as thin as paper and white as jade, but he couldn't eat it; a cold spring dish with fresh and tender ingredients meant to be fragrant, but unfortunately he was not blessed to enjoy it either.

The other chicken, duck and fish were already cold when served.

Since Wang Lang was in poor health, he had been taboo all year round. Except for porridge and side dishes, he could eat two more bites, and he couldn't digest anything else.

The Zhou family's spring feast didn't include any delicate desserts, if there were any, Wang Lang planned to pack them and bring them back for Ah Lin to taste.

After eating, Wang Lin took the initiative to hold Wang Lang's hand. It was a walk after eating to digest food.

In late spring and March, the mountain wind sends the remaining spring, and the grass is long and green.Walking out of the Jialan Temple along the mountain road, there are two or three orange trees in a remote corner outside the Jialan Temple. No one takes care of them specially. The trees grow low and grow as tall as Wang Lang alone.

Standing by the orange tree, Wang Lin pointed to the orange blossoms for Wang Lin to see.

The flowers are also very small, and a few small petals make up a small flower, which can't be seen clearly unless you look carefully.

"Daddy, Daddy." Wang Lin tugged on Wang Lang's sleeve, and when Wang Lang came back to his senses, he saw Wang Lin open his small arms.

If you are tired from walking, you have to hug it.

Wang Lang knelt down and picked up Wang Lin, and the two continued to walk down the mountain road.Jialan Temple is not a very big temple, there are only two larger main halls and four or five side halls.

Master Qingxu who once treated Wang Lang and presided over Huiyan went out of the same school, so Wang Lang could have a place to stay in Youzhou.

The sky was getting darker and darker, Wang Lang carried Wang Lin down and walked down for a while, but his body couldn't hold on anymore.

"Then let's go back?" Wang Lang discussed with Wang Lin.

But Wang Lin signaled Wang Lang to let him down, and he wanted to leave by himself.

When passing by those two or three orange trees again, Wang Lin asked, "Daddy, can we pick oranges and eat them this year?"

"Well, when the oranges come out, let's pick the oranges and eat them."

Since Wang Lin was born, they didn't live in one place for a long time, and they don't know what will happen tomorrow. Wang Lin is a quiet child, but he is very dependent on Wang Lang.

Wang Lang suppressed the soreness in his heart, knelt down and asked, "Do you want to hug our family, Ah Lin?"

Wang Lin shook his head, "Daddy can't hug me."

Wang Lang gently adjusted the hem of Wang Lin's clothes. The little doll, who was less than three years old, stood upright and looked at people frankly.

After returning from a walk, after washing Wang Lin and putting him to bed, Wang Lang had the time to decoct the medicine.

The oil lamp in the temple was dim, Wang Lang opened the door and went out, only to find that the moonlight had dyed the sky a clear blue.

The bright moon hangs high, and there is a tall tree in front of the monk's house, with dense branches extending out, like an ink painting on a moonlit night.

Sitting on the eaves of the porch, Wang Lang decocted medicine with a small stove, and could vaguely see the twilight of charcoal burning in the stove, as well as the dim light of the oil lamps in the monk's room reflected from the windows.

When the breeze came, Wang Lang gathered the clothes on his body, and the smell of medicine stained the clothes.

Wang Lang drank the medicine and went to sleep, but Wang Lin didn't sleep with his big eyes open.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Wang Lang lay down and asked softly.

Wang Lin rubbed his eyes with his hands, and threw himself into Wang Lang's arms relyingly.

Wang Lang patted Wang Lin's back lightly to lull him to sleep, "Sleep quickly, Daddy won't go out all day tomorrow, and will just watch you read and write."

Wang Lin didn't believe it, "Daddy dozed off after reading a book."

Wang Lang couldn't help laughing, his movements became lighter and lighter, "Then daddy tried not to fall asleep."

Soon, Wang Lin fell asleep, but Wang Lang couldn't fall asleep for a long time, and didn't fall asleep until the middle of the night.

The next day, Wang Lang opened his eyes and found that his body was limp and lifeless. He had experience in being ill for a long time, and when he touched his forehead, it was a little hot, just a fever.

Wang Lin has not woken up yet.

Wang Lang propped himself up and sat up, took the earthen pot to cook sweet porridge, and his whole body was soft after washing.

Wang Lang didn't realize that Wang Lin had woken up, and was looking at him seriously. Wang Lang recovered some strength after sitting for a while, and when he stood up, he met Wang Lin's gaze.

Wang Lang frowned, "What's the matter, isn't my A-Lin happy?"

"Daddy, are you going to die?" Wang Lang asked seriously, this question was so important to him that Wang Lin unconsciously pursed his lips, afraid of hearing an answer he didn't want to hear.

Wang Lang's face was pale, and his complexion was very bad, but his expression was brisk, "Daddy will not die, Daddy is still very young." Wang Lang pinched Wang Lin's cheek lightly, "Get up quickly, Daddy has to copy scriptures today, You play with Brother Shanjing first, and when you finish copying the scriptures, Dad will teach you how to read."

Wang Lin didn't ask Wang Lang to help him wash, and Wang Lin, who was not as tall as the sink, dressed, brushed his teeth and washed his face by himself.

Wang Lang didn't insist on helping, he was really weak, and there was always something buzzing in his head.

Wang Lang couldn't swallow his breakfast, but he still ate half a bowl slowly.

Wang Lin likes sweet food, but he doesn't seem to like the sweet porridge this morning.

Wang Lang wondered what to do tomorrow. There was not much rice and grain, so he had to go to the market, and if he still had a fever tomorrow, he had to grab some herbs.

Just after breakfast, the little monk Shanjing came over and wanted to take Wang Lin out to play, but Wang Lin refused and held on to Wang Lang's sleeve.

Wang Lang sent the little monk away with a smile, not forgetting to grab a handful of fried pine nuts from the table and give it to the little monk.

"You." Wang Lang nodded his son's forehead.

Wang Lin remained silent, but grabbed Wang Lang's sleeve tightly.

Wang Lang had no choice but to take Wang Lin to the side hall of Jialan Temple. Wang Lang copied the scriptures, and Wang Lin sat obediently by the side.

But when Wang Lin was sitting beside him, Wang Lang was always uneasy, and he had to secretly look at Wang Lin before he could continue copying.

"Daddy, let me pour you a glass of water." Wang Lin climbed down from the chair while talking. He was small and the chair was too high, so he had to climb down alone.

Just as Wang Lang wanted to refuse, he caught a glimpse of Shanjing who was peeking outside the door, so he didn't refuse.

Wang Lang's head was still groggy, and his eyes were blurred after copying Buddhist scriptures for a while, so he also took a rest when Wang Lin went out to pour water.Wang Lang propped his chin and waited for Wang Lin, and soon lay down on the table in a daze.

It seemed that someone came in and blocked the light, Wang Lang opened his eyes in a daze.

Wang Lang followed Wang Min when he was four years old, and Wang Min studied with his master. He sat on the cushion in the corner and dozed off. When he woke up, he saw Wang Min, who was the same age as him, squatting in front of him.

And now 23-year-old Wang Min appeared in front of him.

A mature man's face, his hair was pulled up with a white jade hairpin, and his green cloak had delicate cloud patterns faintly visible, but his shoes were stained with dust, giving him a dusty look.

Wang Lang was a little dazed, he opened his arms, like countless times before, he has been longing to hug this man, he misses him, sees him laughing until tears fall.

Wang Min stood there without moving, looking at Wang Lang with indifferent eyes.

Wang Langru woke up instantly after being splashed with cold water. He slowly put down his hand, but Wang Min took two steps forward, grabbed Wang Lang's hand, and hugged him tightly.

The expression was still cold and disgusted, but the hug was so tight that it was difficult for Wang Lang to breathe.

Wang Lang already had a fever and felt uncomfortable. Being placed on the first floor like Wang Min made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Wang Lang fell down unconsciously, but Wang Min picked him up and strode out. Although Wang Min came here on horseback, he also brought a carriage here.

Wang Lin, who was He Shanjing finished picking weeds, wanted to follow, but was blocked by Zhang Shaofu, the housekeeper of the palace. Zhang Shaofu looked at this face that resembled his own prince, and fell into deep thought unconsciously.

Wang Min saw it from a distance and motioned for Zhang Shaofu to bring Wang Lin over.

The carriage was covered with a thick layer of blankets. Although the carriage was driving on the mountain road, it was very stable.

Wang Lang was put on the thick blanket by Wang Min in a daze, and saw the wronged Wang Lin being carried in.Wang Lang reached out to hug Wang Lin, but was blocked by Wang Min.

Wang Lin was also stubborn, holding back the feeling of wanting to cry, but he still shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his eyes from time to time.

Wang Lang looked at the two faces, one big and one small, the eyebrows and eyes were almost mirrored, and felt dizzy even more, but Wang Min still didn't let him go.

"Are you dying, so you came to see me for the last time?"

Wang Lang said in a muffled voice, "I'm just sick, not dying."

"Then what do you look like now? You look like a ghost."

Wang Lang said with a good temper: "Sick people don't look good."

"Then before you could kill a tiger, can you trample an ant to death now?" Wang Min looked indifferent, but the question was boring.

"Your Highness, I couldn't kill a tiger before. Although I have no strength, I can still do it by trampling an ant to death. But why should I trample an ant to death?"

"Then can I kill your child?"

The question was still calm, but it was sincere and full of killing intent. Wang Min didn't even change his expression. He stared at Wang Lang coldly, and Wang Lang burst into tears instantly.

"No, you can kill me, but not him!"

Wang Lang thought, he made a very wrong decision, he made Wang Min like his mother.

Wang Min hated his mother the most.

Wang Lang wanted to sit up, but he couldn't use his body. Wang Min sat on the side and didn't move. Wang Lin couldn't move even being stopped by Wang Min.Wang Lang stood up, sweating all over his head, and then stretched out his hand. Wang Lin desperately tried to break free from Wang Min's hand, but Wang Min grabbed Wang Lin firmly with one hand.

"Your Highness," Wang Lang asked softly, "Can we shake hands?"