Southern flower locust

After a light snowfall, it was followed by successive days of light rain. The excitement brought by the Spring Festival had finally died down. The anger did rise.

Sen Huai, who was so poisoned by the charcoal fire that his face was covered with blackness, couldn't bear it any longer, and planned to take Nan Li to Aunt Qin's house tomorrow to rub the little sun, away from Nan and this wicked old man.

Who would have thought that on the planned day, the sun, which had been offline for a long time, was finally online before even the gate had time to go out.

The sad old man, Mr. Nan, after lunch, took out a guqin from nowhere, and was playing with it in the backyard. It's not a piece of music, but it's also pleasant.

"Xiao Li, give Wen a drink." Nan He stopped his movements and shouted towards the second floor.

"Where are you here, warming the wine? How can I have time to warm it up for you?" Sen Huai was talking but there was no one there. After a while, Nan Li walked out of the medicine room on the first floor with a wooden tray and Sen Huai.

Putting the wooden tray on the table, Nan Li looked at Nan He who was sitting on the futon under the tree and said, "The deer antler glue is three grams short, and I replaced it with cowhide glue."

Nan He rubbed his numb legs and said, "We won't make ink today, let's drink."

But Nan Li frowned, a little displeased.

Calculated according to the days, the wine should have been brewed a few days ago, but the old man Nan is very particular. He thinks that new wine should be opened on snowy days and sunny days, but it is not suitable to open on rainy days. He said that the wine produced in this way will be wet. The stomach that went down was also damp.

But this morning, it was also the same bad-hearted old man who mentioned that there was not much ink left, saying that the cigarettes dried in the shade last year should almost be taken out, and that next year's cigarettes should also be prepared, and that the ink written in the Jiuchun Building is always The names of some medicines don't look like it.Inside and outside the words are meant to be the shopkeeper.

Naturally, Sen Huai doesn't know this, and Nan Li has never operated it. In the past two years, Nan He Zhimo was just watching from the sidelines.Nanhe contracted with one hand because the ink blocks sold outside are getting rougher and rougher, and Nanhe has high requirements for pens and inks, so no one has been involved. Now Mr. Nan is still in good health, but he has great plans to put this matter away from now on. Sen Huai really couldn't figure out the meaning of handing over the son to Nan Li.

However, Nan Li only recalled the details of the ink making process, and agreed to the matter.

The oil fume ink is used in Jiuchun Building, the process is not complicated, but the process is relatively long, especially when it is pounded and refined, it needs to be extra fine.

So after lunch, Nan Li set up the tung oil to burn the cigarettes, and He Senhuai took the traditional Chinese medicine and rubber materials, and was about to get the cigarettes and materials from last year.

Seeing that the precious little ancestor was unhappy, Nanhe quickly explained: "It's my grandfather, the uncle who delivered the medicinal materials just wrote a letter saying that the new medicinal materials will be delivered tomorrow. I thought I would burn the tobacco materials today, and I didn't tell you in advance. , Grandpa's fault."

Seeing that Nan Li didn't respond, Nan He persuaded again, "Besides, it's written in the almanac that it's time to drink alcohol today." While talking, he winked at Sen Huai. Count on me.

Nan Li let out a snort, and said to Sen Huai sternly, "I'll get the wine, brother, go get the stove, the stove is in the drawer of Xiwulan." After he was about to turn around, Sen Huai called him and pointed to the stove. The wooden pallet wants to ask where the materials should be put: "Then this one?"

Nan Li glanced back: "You can wipe your face," and added at the end, "It's whitening."

Sen Huai looked suspiciously at the past with his fingers, and coincidentally, he was pointing at the box of pearl powder that was going to be seasoned.

Nan Li turned around and walked towards the backyard, thinking of Sen Huai's face covered in charcoal dust, a slight smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth, and even his back lightened up a bit.

Going to the utility room to take out the small red clay stove and put it on the low stool, Senhuai went to the wooden chair and sat down, trying to throw the resentment in vain back to the source: "Old man, how can you order your grandson like this."

Nan He ignored him, stood up from the futon awkwardly, sat down on a chair, and said helplessly, "Xiao Li is so caring." His tone was full of sweet troubles.

"Obviously it's your own greediness, Xiao Li's heart and eyes are all for your own good, but you live as you please, hey! You're talking well, how can you still get used to it?" Sen Huai said, the more he felt angry for Nan Li, Seeing that Nan He was about to raise his crutch again, he hurriedly stopped him.

"What's the name of the brat?"

"I call you 'you' because I respect you. In Xiaolina, you are more aggressive than a three-year-old child. Can you afford this word?"

Nan He shut his mouth in an instant, closed his eyes and went to meditate, Sen Huai curled his lips, staring at the pearl powder on the table in a daze, but some people's daze is different.For example, when Nan Li approached with the wine jar in his arms, what he saw was Sen Huai staring at the pearl powder with a deep expression on his face.

His heart skipped a beat, thinking that Sen Huai really cared, he subconsciously picked up the basket hanging on the handle, pursed his lips and thought about how to tell him the whitening method inadvertently.

"Glutinous rice wine?"

As soon as Nan Li approached, Sen Huai smelled the unmistakable aroma of wine in the air, recovered his senses and asked.

"Why, want to drink barley?" Nan He said with a smile.

"How good is the highland barley, a glass of it will give you a cold light piercing your throat, refreshing."

"Too fierce, the old man grew up in a water town, and his bones can't bear that cold sword."

"You're lying. My old man is carrying the jug of old wine you brewed for him all day long, saying, 'Thousands of wines are not as good as Nanjiu highland barley, and all drinking friends are not as good as Jiuchun alone.' His old man said Now, there are only two people in the world who can get him drunk, one is his wife and the other is you."

"There are too many people who can drink him down." Nan He snorted disdainfully, and said, "Xiao Li, send two more jars this year."

Nan Li had already lit the fire and was making wine. He glanced at Nan He as a response, and then looked at the wine on the stove again.

Sen Huai smiled, got up to get the wine glass, but found that there were only two glasses on the table, and asked in confusion, "Why are there only two glasses?"

"Xiao Li doesn't drink, she will faint after taking a sip, and she will collapse after fainting."

"Oh?" Sen Huai looked at Nan Li, "It's strange, there are things that Xiao Li can't do."

The smell of wine and the fragrance of glutinous rice become more intense as the temperature rises, and the charcoal fire in the stove seems to be damp, making muffled noises from time to time.

Nan Li lowered his eyes when he heard this, and Sen Huai, who was sitting with his back against the wind, felt the aroma of the wine suddenly became stronger, as if the smell had drifted to him, so Sen Huai could only smell the smell dryly, and he looked at the wine with dissatisfaction. Nan Li felt that this person was the same as this wine.

Just when Sen Huai couldn't help but want to speak, Nan Li put down the cattail fan in his hand, indicating that it's time to drink, then stood up and walked towards the burning tung oil.

Sen Huai filled Nanhe's cup first, and then poured it for himself. After the first cup of ceremony, he could pour the cup at will.

"Xiao Li's memory is getting better." While drinking, Sen Huai suddenly said.

Nan He put down the wine glass in his hand and sighed, "It's not from nature."

Sen Huai looked at Nan He in surprise, only to see Nan He shook his head slightly, looking indescribable.He lowered his eyes and looked at the purple wine in the glass, and the melancholy suddenly rose with the smell of the wine.

at night.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't been drunk for a long time. Tonight, Sen Huai suffered from insomnia for the first time in his life, and it was also a curiosity. Others fell asleep quickly when they were drunk, but he couldn't fall asleep when he was drunk.The smell of ginger still lingers in the mouth, the ginger soup is delicious, but it's a pity that I can't get drunk.

Lying down really dizzy, Mori got up, went to the window to breathe, looked at the moon on the distant mountains, did the math, and realized that today is the ninth day, tomorrow will be the tenth day, and then it will be the eleventh day. Nan Li has to start school soon.

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Senhuai felt that the air here was getting more and more closed, which was really annoying, and planned to go to the window on the other side of the door to get some air.

The door of Nan Li's room on the opposite side was closed tightly, and there was no light shining through, probably because he was asleep.Sen Huai walked lightly, but heard something moving downstairs, looked around, and found that Nan Li was still downstairs, standing next to the porcelain bowl burning with tung oil, his face could not be seen clearly from the flames , holding something in his hand.

Before Sen Huai had time to feel sorry for Nan Li and was busy cleaning up the mess for Nan He at night, he saw Nan Li raised the pot in his hand and took a sip.Squinting his eyes to take a closer look, Sen Huai was startled by the Ming Ming jug Nan Li was holding in his hand.Sighing in my heart, this flower of Gaoling has learned how to steal wine, so I hurried downstairs.

Maybe it was time to drink the bar, Nan Li's feet were a little unsteady, he staggered on a small stone, and then threw himself into Sen Huai's arms.

"Oh, my ancestor," Sen Huai hugged Nan Li into his arms, and couldn't help laughing, "Why are you so rude, you dare to steal wine, huh?"

Nan Li raised his head dizzily, and looked at Sen Huai dizzily, just when Sen Huai thought he was going to fall asleep dizzily, Nan Li suddenly regained consciousness.

"Huh?" Sen Huai wondered, "Are you awake now?"

Nan Li looked at him, blinked his eyes, and blinked again, which made Senhuai's heart itch as if he was allergic to pollen, and was about to move, but was pushed away by Nan Li.

Sen Huai staggered, but before he could react, he saw Nan Li staggering under the tree and was about to start digging. Then his brain became agitated. He didn't wake up. He was a drunk, so he hurried up to stop him Digging hands.

"Ancestor, ancestor, what is this for? You really treat yourself like a flower and want to plant it in the soil."

Nan Li stared into his eyes, grabbed Sen Huai's wrist with the other hand, lifted it, moved it, then lowered it, patted the hand on his knee properly, and then started Digging.

As soon as Sen Huai was about to reach out to stop him, Nan Li stared at him. He had no choice but to persuade him: "I won't move, so let's talk it over, can we dig with a shovel?"

Nan Li's hand was still in the soil, he turned his head to look at Sen Huai, Sen Huai saw that Nan Li listened to the persuasion and gently induced him: "The shovel digs fast, and there are a lot, let's go get the shovel to dig, we can dig as much as we want. "

Nan Li frowned and thought for a while, then finally shook his head and continued to devote himself to his digging business.

Senhuai is now in the mood to plant himself in the soil together. Didn't he say that he would collapse if he fainted?Seeing that Nan Li is quite proficient in digging, Sen Huai doesn't care about it, and naturally stops when he gets tired of digging. Let him dig if he wants to.

Sen Huai sat down at the side, watching Nan Li's concentration on digging, he still found it funny.The mouth of the hole is big, and when it was about [-] centimeters deep, Nan Li stopped, his eyes lit up several degrees, and Sen Huai leaned over to look, thinking that there was really a treasure buried there.

Nan Li carefully picked up the wooden box that had been buried in the ground and got up, and Sen Huai stood up, wondering what was in the palm-sized box, Nan Li handed him the wooden box in his hand.

"Give it to me?" Seeing Nan Li blinking, Sen Huai reached out to take it, but in vain, Nan Li handed over the wooden box again.

"Open" Sen Huai asked uncertainly, Nan Li blinked again, he raised his hand, and cautiously approached the opening of the wooden box.

Under the faint yellow light, Nan Li slowly opened the box carved with bellflower patterns, and on the simple leaf paper lay a bright yellow dried flower.

"This, is this a flower?" Mori Huai asked uncertainly.

"Heavenly Fire." Nan Li's clear voice faded after drinking, with some low-pitched magnetism.

It was originally just an unknown little yellow flower, small and inconspicuous, but when the light hit it, it overflowed with light, like the fire of heaven.

Nan Li put the wooden box on Sen Huai's hands, patted the back of his hands lightly, and smiled.

There are rules in the Jiuchun Building, the light cannot be turned on, and the door of the building is not closed.

The candles in the building were still beating, but the Milky Way above his head was not as dimmer than in the distance. All the fire seemed to enter Nan Li's eyes. Sen Huai felt that he died without heart palpitations because the light was too bright and warm, and he couldn't bear it. , he was reluctant in his life.

He exhaled the breath he had been suffocating since just now, clenched the box in his hand, looked at Nan Li with bloodshot eyes, and said, "You won't remember when you wake up, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he kissed the man's lips, drew the lip line and drew a circle, Sen Huai lightly bit the corner of Nan Li's mouth, and said, "When you graduate, I will be responsible for you."

The only response to him was the weight that suddenly dropped from his shoulders. Senhuai hugged the person in his arms, sighed contentedly, and smiled.

But never thought that the world is unpredictable.

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