Southern flower locust

Senhuai's handwriting is ugly, and it's even uglier after studying medicine. It's really ugly.

"This is art, the art of wild grass."

Nan Li looked at the curving things on the paper that looked like symbols, and really couldn't feel the slightest artistic atmosphere, maybe metaphysics can be considered art, right?

"What kind of word are you? Yin-Yang symbols are more beautiful than your pile." Nan He snorted.

"Grandpa, what you just said is ridiculous." Sen Huai pointed to the writing in front of Nanhe, "Your current word and the name on your prescription are really written with your right hand." ."

Nanhe has a strange disease. The name of the medicine on the prescription is written in a thin gold script with strong force and neat brushwork, especially the signature, which is quite strong.But if it was changed to another place, this word would not even be as good as Adou, who couldn't support the wall, and it would be comparable to Senhuai's Yin-Yang Talisman.

"I won't write anymore." Seeing that the two of them wanted to argue, Nan Li put down his pen and walked out the door.

"Xiao Li, Xiao Li, come, come back, what will you do if you don't write that couplet, the old man and I can't do anything."

"A wild grass art, and a seven-flavored medicine name, just right."

Yo, Gao Linghua is angry?Realizing this, Sen Huai's heart was like a cat scratching, itching to tease him, but

Now I can only resist the impulse and comfort him.

"That's not as precious as Xiao Li's one-word gold."

Nan Li moved his hand, and Sen Huai continued: "What kind of ink can I have in my stomach, the old man only recognizes herbs, and you still have to do this job."

Nan Li followed the voice and walked back to the desk, quietly moved the muscles on his face, picked up the brush, dipped in the ink, and thought: the face is really sore, this method must be used as appropriate in the future.

The small days are as dull as water, and it is New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye. Today, Senhuai got up early in the morning and decided to do something with a New Year's flavor.After thinking about it, I can only toss about the couplet.The four pillars of the Jiuchun main building are engraved with bronzing characters. Naturally, there is no need to paste couplets. Only two pavilions can have a little taste of the New Year.

Nanhe took out a revolving lantern in the backyard while the two were posting the couplets.Nanhe put red tassels on the six corners, and then lit candles, and it looked a little festive.

"Old man, you are a new general who rides horses and lanterns. You don't look like a martial artist, but like a danjiao."

The paper painting of the revolving lantern has begun to turn slowly, and the patterns on it are clearly a play of dandelions. Looking at the lantern in his hand, Nan He's face looks extremely warm and soft under the light of the revolving lantern.

"The whole family must be together during Chinese New Year." As he said that, he hung the revolving lantern on the door of the building, as if someone's life was hung on it.

Before the warmth of the revolving lantern had time to exaggerate the plaque on the door, Nanhe was called by the uncle who hurried over to see a doctor for his grandson who had a bad stomach.

After hanging up the couplet, Sen Huai helped Nan Li toss around in the kitchen. The two discussed for a long time, and finally decided to eat hot pot.

As for Nanli's bad habit of wanting to cook a few more dishes when there is only one ingredient, Senhuai once taught him a lesson in disgust, and ordered that a meal can only use up to three ingredients.As a result, the next day, Nan Li Leng used a bag of eggs to make a table full of eggs. The stone table was filled with a series of egg products such as toon egg rolls, steamed egg custard, and egg drop soup. The feeling of wrinkled hands after washing also comes from the fingertips from time to time.

Therefore, the hot pot that can throw any dish in it won the hearts of both of them.After thinking about it, Nan Li decided to add an extra plate of baked eggs. There is a folk saying that one can only grow one year after eating eggs.Although it is nonsense, there must be a few customs to support this year. The sense of ritual makes people feel solemn about this day from the heart, just like changing new clothes in the new year.

After packing up the New Year's Eve dinner, the two of them went to wash their bodies and change into new clothes.Both of their new clothes were made by Aunt Qin, one green and one white, but Aunt Qin said that young people should wear something prettier, so she sewed a few plum blossoms on their cuffs, and replaced the button knots with gold-plated ones. buttons.

It was the first time for Senhuai to wear this kind of padded jacket. Looking straight at the glass mirror on the window in the room, he felt that he was in his twenties, and he was still tinkering with new clothes. He was really a bit shameless.I think so, but the face and mouth on the mirror are almost grinning to the eyebrows, and the right corner of the mouth can barely reach the red mole on the tip of the eyebrow.Downstairs, Nanhe shook a letter at him, as if he knew what it was, Senhuai nodded in response, no longer in the mood of secret joy, just staring at the pool in front of the building.When there was an echo of firecrackers outside, Senhuai opened the door and went out.

Nan Li stood by the open window opposite, looking at the picturesque scenery outside the window, when he heard the wooden door creak, he turned his head and said.

"Brother, shall we go to cut plums?"

"it is good."

Sen Huai laughed.

I don't know if I am happy or half-hearted, I will worry about it.

"'There is nothing else to do on New Year's Eve in the Shan family, and the New Year will be celebrated by planting plum blossoms.' Mr. Nan, this mountain man is really competent, compared to a grandfather." In the backyard, there is a place with only flowers, all kinds of flowers. one plant.

That red plum is in full bloom, scorching red, like the one on Nanli's cuff.

Nan Li put the plum branch in his hand into the bottle and placed it on the stone table. After receiving the firecrackers bought by Nan He, they set off and started eating the New Year's Eve dinner.The meal was eaten slowly, and the three of them chatted without saying a word. A basket of beef, mutton, and seasonal vegetables was eaten until the moon came out.

"Xiao Li is usually free, when does school start?" Senhuai asked while peeling a walnut.

"You are quite free too." Nan He said while clasping the black tea cup.

Nan Li put the dumpling skins and stuffings he bought on the small bamboo sieve before returning, "Thirteen."

"Lunar calendar? This school is good. We were going to class in the second year of junior high school." Senhuai said, handing the peeled walnuts to Nan Li's mouth, "It's hard work, eat it." Nan Li looked at his hands and wrinkled Mei looked at Sen Huai's expectant eyes, but still opened his mouth to eat.

"They are in the second year of junior high school, and I recommend them."

This should be something to be proud of, even if the speaker is Nan Li, at least it must be with a rising end, but Senhuai promises, he dares to promise, he can hear the helplessness.He remembered Nan He once said that his mother would not let him study medicine, but his father would let him study economics.

"Learn what?" asked cautiously.

"Finance." He answered cautiously.

In fact, it is a very rational decision to let Nan Li study finance, because Nan Li is the crown prince of the group.It's bloody to say that Nan Li's father, Nan Sang, did not inherit his father's will, but chose the path of doing business.Before Nan Li was eight years old, she was taken by Nan He in Jiuchun Building. Later, Nan Sang Company went public and took Nan Li away.Sen Huai was stunned, and took Nan Li away, that is, Nan Li was still in Jiuchun when he was eight years old, so the first time he came to Jiuchun Building was in...

Nanhe may indeed be a bad old man.

"Sen Lu said in the letter that you feel that people around you pay too much attention to you, and you are not confident?" Sen Lu is Nan He's best friend and Sen Huai's grandfather.Sen Huai looked fiercely at the bad old man who owed his mouth, and his thoughts didn't match up for a while.

"puff."

Sen Huai suddenly looked at Nan Li, Nan Li smiled, Sen Huai only had one thought, Nan Li smiled, his eyes, the corners of his lips, and the shallow swirl on the left side of his cheeks were all laughing, and the tears poured straight into his heart laugh.

It's over, Senhuai thought, everything is messed up.

"All my conceit comes from my low self-esteem. (Note)" Senhuai regained his composure and said seriously, causing Nanhe to knock over with a cane, "Who are you lying to?"

It's fun.This is the first time for Sen Huai to celebrate the New Year like this, with only the elders and younger generations chatting about household chores and watching the night together.Nan Li was making dumplings beside him, and suddenly moved, knocking Sen Huai's hand away. Sen Huai really wanted to help, but the dumpling skin couldn't bear his tricks, and the appearance could be used to bluff people. It's about to break the skin.

"Then put a few coins in it?"

"Dirty." Nan Li glared at him, knowing that he just couldn't stop messing around, so he took a handful of peanuts and stuffed them for him.

Nan He was holding a teacup beside him, smiling comfortably, humming a little tune from time to time, and when Nan Li walked towards the kitchen, he said something vaguely: "You are really here to hide, good luck."

Nanhe was right, he hid in Jiuchun Tower, and he found out that he was gay.

Three months ago, he agreed to a girl's pursuit for the first time, and his friends teased him that everything is possible.

Yeah, anything is possible, so.

A month ago, he pushed away the girl's lips that were about to come together, and vividly played an innocent boy into a scumbag in love.The girl was very angry, she recounted his incomprehensible style during the relationship, and complained that he didn't understand romance, and they broke up.Holding a bottle of wine, Mori Huai finally began to reflect on himself, reflecting on the fact that he was so self-proclaimed that he was a man of temperament who was completely confused by others.

Life was still going on like this, until the girl's suitor misinterpreted his refusal as incompetence, and wrote an article that was said to be well-founded and posted on the school forum, causing a sudden public opinion.

The so-called ironclad evidence listed in the article is all nonsense.But he really doesn't have much interest in some action movies, either because of physical obstacles or psychological obstacles.

The next day, he went to a private psychological clinic quietly, and the doctor gave him a possibility. At first, Sen Huai deeply doubted the doctor's professional ability. He never considered this possibility. His friendship with male friends around him is definitely a relationship. Take a deep breath of pure straight male love.

Then, he remembered a sentence, everything is possible.

The Mori family is a medical family, and they know the reason for studying medicine and getting married as early as possible. Seeing that Mori is a senior and has not made any movement, Mori's mother couldn't sit still, and found him a few well-matched girls. Before stepping into the door of the house, he was asked to go on a blind date.He hoped to give himself some time to digest, and it would be sooner or later to confess, but not now, so he turned around with his bag on his back and set foot on the road to Jiuchunlou.

He opens a door and meets Nam-ri.

"Why did you come out?" Nan Li held a plate of hot dumplings, the ice and snow between his eyebrows and eyes were melted by the heat, making his eyes watery.

"Come to see you." Sen Huai directly grabbed a dumpling with his hand, and walked back again, "Let me taste it." Sen Huai looked softly, and slowly ate the next one, before saying, "It should be served Wine."

Nan Li pressed the corner of his mouth, "There are still two more days to complete."

Nanhe winemaking usually comes as he pleases, but this time it was probably because he didn't want to, and he didn't step on the right spot to enter the cellar.One day Senhuai went to the tavern to buy a small pot of Moutai and planned to try it, but the old man liked to pick and choose things from other people’s houses, and it was not as good as his own medicinal wine when he just smelled the smell. Sen Huai almost burned the old man's tea leaves.

"Xiaoqin said that I will worship Buddha on the first day of the new year, and I will take you there at seven o'clock." Nanhe probably also felt that what he did was bad, so he turned his head and said, "It's good to eat dumplings, and there is no need to guard. Go to sleep and remember to warm up Mrs. Tang."

The author has something to say: Note: "All my conceit comes from my low self-esteem." From Ma Liang's "Confession"

Hi~ Long time no see, little cutie (actually only one day

The scumbag author went back to the deep mountains and old forests yesterday, and there is no Internet to give the cute writer something to say (dbq

Although no one seems to watch it T^T

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The scumbag author is so lonely and helpless alone (melancholy to the sky)