spring dream

029

A round table was set up in front of the kitchen door, covered with a mat covered with fresh Pu'er leaves picked from Wuliang Mountain.The sunshine in April is warm and warm, and the sweet and mellow tea fragrance is gently swayed by the soft spring breeze. Lu Xiaozhao twisted a piece with his fingertips, tasted it briefly, put some into a palm-sized copper pot, pulled out some hay and piled it into gray-blue bricks Press it in the built-in stove, and strike the stars with a match. After a while, the smell of Pu'er becomes stronger and stronger.

Mr. Xiao was lying in the rocking chair basking in the sun, "Hongzi" in the birdcage was playing with the ferret, the vermilion door was pushed inward, and it was Xiao Er and Wen Qi who came back.

"Little North!" Lu Xiaozhao waved to Wen Qi.

Wen Qi took off his hat, walked over, looked at the copper pot, and looked at the various medicinal materials in the bowls next to him. Lu Xiaozhao explained: "This is the traditional Chinese medicine that Uncle Zhang prescribed for you. I will use purple medicine later. Cook the casserole for you, and drink three bowls a day for a total of three years."

three years?Wen Qi squinted, stretched his hand to the side, and grabbed Xiao Er's sleeve.

"Boil more." Xiao Er leaned over and smelled one of the flavors, money grass, and glanced at the next few types, Achyranthes bidentata, Coix seed, Poria cocos, Atractylodes macrocephala, all of them are great tonics.He said calmly, "I'll drink too."

Lu Xiaozhao wiped off the water stains on the bottom of the purple casserole with a rag, poured the medicinal materials in proportion, added water, sealed the lid, put it on the stove, picked up the cattail fan and waved it: "Master Xiao, I'm afraid you'll get a nosebleed after drinking it."

Xiao Er looked down at Wen Qi's hand that was still holding his cuff, and thought, if he didn't drink, he would probably bleed.

"Master." Xiao E turned around and squinted at Mr. Xiao and smiled. The old man let out a familiar "hum" from his nasal cavity, "It took so long to think of me?"

"Aren't you?" Xiao Er moved a chair and sat next to his grandfather, "Don't tell me you're jealous."

The old man grabbed his crutches and slapped Xiao Er's legs twice: "Little brat, how dare you make fun of your grandfather!"

Wen Qi took the tea from Lu Xiaozhao's hand, leveled his hands, and brought it to the old man.Mr. Xiao smiled gratifiedly, took a sip, and raised his voice brightly: "The tender green invites the spring roasting, and the embliced ​​teeth are full of teeth. The spirit is not bathed in snow, and Pu'er is known as the home of immortals."

Xiao Er held Wen Qi's wrist through the fabric, and the other party was obviously used to it, and sat beside him following his strength, "Do you understand?"

Wen Qi shook his head, and Lu Xiaozhao brought another glass to the two of them.

"Grandpa is boasting that the tea is delicious." Xiao E drank tea like wine, taking a sip, waiting for the sweetness to return.Wen Qi wanted to imitate his movements, but the tea was too bitter, after a couple of sips, he began to doubt life in a daze.

Mr. Xiao asked jokingly, "How is it, Little Beibei, is it good?"

With a bitter face, Wen Qi gave a thumbs up.

"Look." Xiao Er turned his head and raised his eyebrows at the old man, "Our praise is so easy to understand, no one can understand your eloquent words."

"Hey? How dare you despise your master." The old man jumped up from the rocking chair and picked up his crutches, "If you don't beat me for three days, my skin will itch, right? Bring me tea, I want to go back to the teahouse."

Xiao Er held his buttocks and smiled "hehe": "Okay, I'll take you there."

"I can't count on you." The old man raised his head towards Lu Ran who had just entered the door, "I'm not the only grandson of you, hmph."

The temperature at noon was high, Lu Ran took off his windbreaker, revealing a purple shirt that was cut to fit inside, with the cuffs turned up three folds.He stood under the sun, his whole body was shining brightly, Lu Xiaozhao unconsciously showed a foolish look when he saw it, the cattail fan fell off, his hand was still waving mechanically, he cried out in pain, it was burning.

Lu Ran was so frightened that his face turned blue, he hurriedly took out the medicine box from the room, and put on cotton swabs, iodine, bandages and water, blowing and coaxing.Xiao Er pointed to the pair of brothers and asked his master, "Are you sure you can count on it?"

Mr. Xiao sighed and said: "Then I'll find the old Wangtou next door, and go to the teahouse to listen to the opera with my companions!"

Xiao Er added another knife: "Old Wangtou and Grandma Zhao went to take the 'Golden Wedding' art photo."

With a breath stuck in his chest, the old man looked up at the sky and lamented the cruelty of the world, and then heard the courtyard door open and close, Fang Mingli and Yin Yuefang came.Sister Fang put down the spring cakes and marinated meat made by the juniors of the troupe, and called Wen Qi and Lu Xiaozhao to eat.Xiao Er walked over and used his elbow to punch Fang Mingli's ribs, and asked in a low voice, "Are you done?"

"No." Fang Mingli folded his arms and kicked the stones under his feet, "Just to see Wen Qi together."

"Don't use Wen Qi as an excuse." Xiao Er's words were directed at Fang Mingli, but his eyes kept following Wen Qi's figure. He saw him running into the east wing, standing in front of the wooden window, and took out a transparent glass Can, inside are the pink petals picked in Yu Chunyuan, "Didn't you play with me when you were young? For so many years, Sister Fang has never found anyone else, and she has devoted all her youth to you. Who can't see it? How old are you? Do you have to be old enough to be a child? What's the point of being hypocritical?"

A series of questions fluttered like a machine/shutdown/gun. Fang Mingli raised his head with a shocked face, and scratched Xiao Er up and down with his eye knife in disbelief, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

"Huh?" Xiao Er responded casually. In his field of vision, Wen Qi crossed his left arm and put it on the window sill to rest his head. He tapped the bottle body with his right index finger. His eyes were like water, and his hair was entangled behind his ears by the wind.

"Shouldn't your character be a taciturn, melancholy and sad little prince?" Fang Mingli touched his heart, frightening him to death, "Suddenly being so talkative and acting like an old lady, I'm not used to it."

Wen Qi raised his eyes to look for Xiao Er, and when he saw it, he continued to touch the bottle with his head tilted.Xiao Er was flattered in his heart, and laughed: "Really? Was I like this before?"

"Can you stop laughing so creepily?" Fang Mingli took a few steps away, "You're tall, dressed in black, and have a sharp face. It's hard to see how you can laugh like this."

"Let's talk about it." Fang Mingli moved closer again, "What is my relationship with you? Why do you always speak for Yin Yuefang? I'm the only one with her. My youth is not youth anymore? When her temper comes together, I completely lose my temper." You're a victim, where are you from?"

"Everyone in the teahouse is of the same mind. Unless you 'marry' in, I will definitely be on your team." Xiao E changed his mind as a matchmaker, worrying about his "parents", "I like to have children by myself, don't stare at them Follow me and Wenqi."

"What are you two whispering?" Sister Fang felt windy under her feet, stepping on a row of broken high-heeled voices, all in red, with protruding/upright lines, graceful and elegant, and her figure was not inferior to that of a little girl at all.She pointed at Fang Mingli: "Are you scolding me?"

Fang Mingli raised his forehead: "Praise you, I'm almost going to praise you to the sky."

Sister Fang rolled a piece of spring pancake for each of them, snorted and said, "That's me who Xiao Er praised."

The roses beside the fence are in full bloom, begonias are weeping willows, and there are three or five more fish in the pond. Among them, the huge white koi jumped up and splashed out a few crystal clear water flowers.

Xiao Er bumped Yin Yuefang's shoulder, and lowered his voice: "Do you still remember that among my treasures, there is one thing you want the most?"

"...is that mutton fat jade hairpin?" Yin Yuefang focused her eyes, covered her mouth, blushed, and looked like a little girl, "What do you mean? Are you finally willing to sell it to me?"

"You can't afford it." Xiao Er deliberately said, "The whole hosta is polished and has no structure, with natural golden leather on the surface, carved with auspicious cloud patterns, Su Gong, and a master's red seal. It is unique and expensive."

Sister Fang doesn't have much savings, she spends money like water, and is also the head of a theater troupe, taking care of the elderly and taking care of the younger ones. She spends her daily meals and drinks carefully, and there are still loans from her in the account of the restaurant.

Yin Yuefang swallowed, what woman doesn't love jewelry, every description of Xiao Er's is a fatal temptation for her: "If you can't afford it, you still hook me up, if you don't want to hate it."

Xiao Er went to the window nervously, and whispered something into Wen Qi's ear. Wen Qi glanced at Yin Yuefang and Fang Mingli, nodded, and continued to lie on his stomach.Xiao Er walked back with his hands in his pockets, facing the light, and smiled heartlessly at Sister Fang: "My family leader has approved it, and I can give it to you."

"Ah?" This sound really showed the momentum of singing, and it must be the role of Daomadan, high-pitched and sonorous.Yin Yuefang could not close her mouth in surprise, "Really? I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"Really." Xiao Er raised his head, took a deep breath of the fresh air in the courtyard, and said calmly, "As a dowry."