Thousands of Mountains

Yin Cen put his younger sister on the soft mat of the bed to play with her, stroked the crescent moon marks at the corners of her eyes with his fingers, and softly called her baby name, "Can'er looks pretty, she must be like me."

Blacksmith Yin, who was naked and sweaty, went into the house to drink water after he finished forging, laughed loudly, "It's better to be like a centenarian, with white skin, don't be like your father, black as coal."

Yin Qi, who was sitting on the soft seat, seemed to understand, and smiled.

At twilight, Gan came into the house with a bundle in his arms, and Yin Cen leaned forward, "Thank you, Madam." He wanted to take the burden and put it down, but Gan moved it away with the burden on his shoulders, saying, "Cen'er's mouth is getting worse and worse now. Sweet, you can play with your sister for a while, and we will have noodles in a while."

Yin Cen was a little curious, A Niang bought something back from the next town, and he was not allowed to see it. He went back to the back room, and his sister stayed obediently on the soft mat. Yin Cen teased her, "How are your teeth growing?" ? Can I have noodles at night?"

Yin Cun spit out a few words indistinctly, "Can'er...you can..." Yin Cen ran out of the room in shock, "Mother! Cistan'er has spoken!"

Gan's cooking is just like her temperament, refreshing and neat, full of taste, Yin Cen loved Sichuan cuisine the most in his previous life, and in this life, Gan's Northwest cuisine is also very vigorous, the stove is crackling with fireworks, and the counter table is full of flavor. Gan brought out three bowls of hand-rolled noodles, white noodles in clear soup and green onions, but only Yin Cen's bowl of noodles was covered with a thinly golden fried egg. Yin Cen was stunned, and Gan said gently, "Cen My son is six years old today, which is a big day."

This is, birthday noodles?Yin Cen quickly recalled in his mind that it was indeed the time of spring, when he and the man in black ran for their lives. Later, when he grew up, he accidentally found a piece of letterhead at home with his birthday written on it. , there is another sentence: born in heavy rain, the single name has a word "Cen", and the adult name is Pingshan.It's just that Blacksmith Yin and his wife didn't specially celebrate in the past, so why this year?

Over there, blacksmith Yin had swallowed half a bowl of noodles in a snort, and Gan was holding his little daughter in his arms and slowly coaxing him to feed him. I will eat too."

Gan's bright laughter broke out again, and he patted Yin Cen's head, "Eat quickly, there will be good things in a while."

Yin Cen hurriedly ate the noodles like a father, only to see Gan winking, Blacksmith Yin picked up the small floral cloth bundle from the stove, put it on the table and untied it, the coarse cloth was scattered, and inside was A cluster of brightly colored pink fruit.

Yin Cen's eyes were wide open, and he smelled the rich and sweet fragrance that followed. His body is still a child, so he couldn't resist the temptation of sweets, so he grabbed one in his hand without thinking. The tentacles were soft, and he asked, "Mom, what is this?"

"This is a new food from the candy store in Charing Town next door. I heard from your sister Zhao and the others that it's a fresh thing from the south. They all said it was delicious. I just wanted to let Cen'er try it on her birthday. "

Yin Cen was so moved when he heard the words, he took a bite, and felt that it should be a sweet made of glutinous rice, with a pleasant fragrance in his mouth, he grabbed a few more and stuffed them to Gan, his sister and the laughing father, but the father He just waved his hand, "Here, mother, I will have a toothache if I eat this stuff."

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Gan suddenly mentioned, "Cen'er, after today, you will have to formally enter the school as a teacher. Father and mother have already greeted Mr. Jiang, and tomorrow the official ceremony of apprenticeship will be held."

Yin Cen was stunned for a moment, forgetting that there is still such a thing as going to school in this era, and then he started to have a headache. He opened his mouth eagerly, wanting to tell his parents that he can read, read, count, and solve equations. He knows foreign languages ​​that no one in this dynasty knows, he knows how to investigate and counter-reconnaissance, he knows how to go to heaven and go to earth, and he knows so many things, but he knows that he can't say anything.

He replied crisply, "Okay," and asked, "Who is Mr. Jiang?"

"It's the very narrow door diagonally across from our shop. Mr. Jiang's private school is upstairs." Gan returned.

Yin Cen remembered that the old man with white beard and hair was him, and he responded again, saying, "Thank you, Mom and Dad, Cen'er will be with you tomorrow."

When he returned to his room at night, he felt unspeakably depressed. What if he went to school and read poems and books with the old master?In his life, it is estimated that in the end he will inherit his father Yin's blacksmith's craftsmanship, continue to stay in the blacksmith's shop, and live out his life in a tinkling manner.

Before a sigh reached his throat, Yin Cen only heard something moving in the corner, and he was startled, "Who?!"

A thin and straight figure slowly walked out from the corner of the room. He had not seen it several times, and it had been many years, but Yin Cen felt that this figure was too familiar. He ran straight ahead and hugged the figure whose face could not be seen clearly. The smell of this person has not changed. During the half a month of galloping, he relied on the fact that this person looked like weeds and beasts. Sleep peacefully with the smell.

Yin Cen hugged the person in front of him tightly, fearing that he would disappear again, or run away as soon as he let go, his face was upturned with tears in his eyes, and his delicate childish voice was out of breath, "Shen...Cang...you finally ...here...you...don't...leave again..."

Shen Cang's hands rested in the air strangely, he expected to think about it thousands of times, but he never imagined that this is the situation now, this little ancestor is completely different from his general Lao Tzu!

"Also, how did he know that my name is Shen Cang?!" Master Shen, who had gone through the storm and waves, let out a muffled thunder in his heart.

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