In the red oil-based soup pot, radish, white and green bamboo shoots were floating up and down in the foam, and the beef bones as thick as a child's arm were boiled into a golden color with a slightly spicy red sheen, and the fragrance also floated in waves.
, which makes people excited.
This is a shabby tavern. Even the wine flag at the door is tilted here and there, half yellow and half white, turbid and stained by rain. But inside, the scene is like another world...
Xie Fanjing sat on the small table and silently watched the countless people talking and laughing loudly beside him. They were red-necked and drunkenly spitting out the smell of alcohol, making the whole tavern buzz and turn into a mess.
.
This is one of the countless taverns in Taizhou City, but because of the cheap drinks, these down-and-out warriors and knights-errants regard it as a place where they are close friends.
The veiled woman looked at Xie Fanjing.
She huddled in the corner of the table, her hands folded obediently on her knees, her head lowered in frustration, like a sullen and sad kitten...
The woman sighed in her heart and gently rubbed her head. The palm of her hand was furry and soft, like a dumb, little cat.
"Xiao Xie, aren't you happy?" she said.
"I..." Amidst the noise, Xie Fanjing raised her head: "Sister Xiaoyan, I..."
She thought for a while and then said seriously: "What would you do if a person knew you before but doesn't know you now?"
We knew each other before, but not now?
Zhang Yan, who was called sister Xiaoyan, frowned, and after a while, she suddenly understood.
"So that's it." She touched Xie Fanjing's smooth and jade-like forehead and sighed softly: "Did you go ask him?"
"ask?"
"If you don't ask him face to face, how do you know if he doesn't want to talk to you?" Zhang Yan smiled: "Sometimes, there are many things, and even a hundred random thoughts in my heart are not worth asking in person..."
Ask...should you ask in person...
Xie Fanjing lowered his head and didn't speak for a long time.
ask……
How to speak?
It was obviously him who met him first and was the one who saved him, wasn't he the one who saved him? But why are you pretending that you don't know him at all today?
Xie Fanjing thought of the restaurant in that mountain city, on the small wooden table filled with steamers and sauce dishes. He gently pinched his face and smiled playfully and casually. His eyes were clear and bright, like a shallow layer of calm.
Water light.
"Eating little bugs..."
The little hedgehog rolled back and forth in her heart, and her whole hair stood up stubbornly, causing her to bleed. She felt sour, rustling, but inexplicably happy... That was the first time she felt this.
This strange feeling was also the first time that she began to understand something.
Like being moved, like liking...
Want to ask?
Xie Fanjing held the small wine glass in his hands and turned it in circles, and the clear wine liquid also started to swirl. It was as cold as ice cubes to the touch.
It seemed that many, many things were surging in my heart, but just for a short moment, they suddenly stopped and stopped...
She suddenly remembered a scene that she couldn't get around no matter how hard she tried.
Under the golden heat of noon, when the beautiful girl in red jumped and held his arm, he obviously raised the corners of his mouth and then laughed...
When she thought of this moment, she shrank in her heart for no reason, like a fire that had just been lit in her heart and was extinguished by a bucket of cold water poured on her head.
Looking at the depressed little head, Zhang Yan sighed softly. She drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp, and her face turned as red as a peach blossom.
"Want to hear a story?" she said.
Xie Fanjing raised his head, hesitated for a moment and nodded vigorously.
She left the deep forest and Yakumo City two years ago. She saw many different scenery and made many friends. Among the friends she met, this woman who was always veiled always seemed like a mist, like a mist.
A mystery.
No one knew her life, and no one had ever seen her take off her veil.
"My family lives at the foot of the mountain. My father is an Orion, and my ancestor is also an Orion..."
A laughing female voice penetrated the thin veil and sounded softly.
That is a silent story.
The hunting girl accidentally hit the walking scholar with an arrow. Amidst the laughter and complaints, in the sudden flash flood at the end of summer, the two people trapped in the thatched hut involuntarily approached quietly...
"He is really a pedantic and stupid man. He makes so much noise when he reads loudly every morning. When he wakes up, I always wish I could just kill him with an arrow."
Zhang Yan smiled faintly: "But when he really died, the house seemed to be suddenly empty, empty and cold, so quiet at night that it was scary..."
"Dead?"
"The wandering spirits in the mountains can turn into ghosts." Zhang Yan gently lifted a corner of the veil, and there was an iron-like mark on her left cheek:
"After so many years, I have always regretted it. Why didn't I ask him if he liked me? But after so many years, regret is useless. He is dead long ago. The answer of whether he likes or dislikes me will always be with me.
I can’t even hear it.”
The woman's voice still contained a gentle smile, but everyone could hear the sadness in her heart, and the atmosphere became silent, even a little astringent.
"The deceased is gone, can't Miss Zhang still be able to let go of her?"
A voice suddenly broke in. Xie Fanjing turned around and saw a scholar wearing a dark blue, semi-new Confucian shirt sighing. He stared at Zhang Yan with burning eyes, his eyes and brows full of admiration, and Zhang Yan
Yan turned her face away.
"I heard that in order to celebrate Master Wu Ming's coming to Taizhou, the Yan family and other aristocratic families will specially host a banquet in Qingliang Palace to welcome him. I have a senior brother who is on duty in Qingliang Palace. He explained that there will be many people at the banquet.
Experts from the south and north of the Yangtze River were invited to decorate the lanterns for fun."
The scholar stared at Zhang Yan and said with a smile: "Don't you like to watch the lantern festival the most? Mingli, how about you and I go to the Qingliang Palace for a banquet together?"
He hesitated for a moment, and finally noticed Xie Fanjing beside him, and reluctantly took her with him: "If you are willing, Fairy Xie can also go to the banquet with you."
"It's up to you." Zhang Yan sneered: "If you want me to go to Qingliang Palace to see the world, then Xiao Xie has to take me with him!"
The scholar nodded hurriedly, and then he was overjoyed.
"By the way, I almost forgot to tell myself." After the excitement, looking at Xie Fanjing's confused face, the scholar patted his head and said: "My surname is Song, and I have the same name as Chi. Fairy Xie calls me Song Chi.
"
"Between me and Miss Zhang Yan from the mountain..."
Song Chi raised his eyes, his gaze blazing:
"It can be said that we have been friends for a long time!"
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In February, the wind blows through the willow branches, and the nine-day fairy music plays Yun Shao.
The flowers behind Penglai are like brocade, and the snow in front of the purple pavilion steps is still there.
In the huge garden, the banquets have already been arranged along the direction of the water, in the dim or bright candlelight. Different wooden plaques are hung on the golden water pavilions, and young people from aristocratic families laugh softly after the long banquet.
, each of them wore snow-like clothes, elegant sleeves and robes, and even when drinking and holding chopsticks, they all had the inexplicable manners and manners of an aristocratic family, which made Xie Fanjing seem to understand but not understand.
She lowered her head and ate the sweet glutinous jade cake in small mouthfuls, quietly leaving behind those looks of disdain or ridicule.
She didn't like it here. Everyone in the garden smiled with disdain and disgust when they saw her. If she hadn't wanted to see him, she would have run away quietly without even looking back.
Time passed little by little, and when Xie Fanjing quietly finished eating the third piece of glutinous jade cake, a flute suddenly sounded, like a late-night bird flying across the water and into the deep dusk forest.
All the voices fell silent, and the young people from aristocratic families all held their breath and straightened their backs, listening quietly to the sound of the flute carried by the wind. Xie Fanjing also raised his head.
In the water pavilion in the center, in the center of the rockery made of jade and necklaces, a monk in white stood silently under the pavilion pillars and played the flute, his voice cold and refreshing.
Amidst the breathless sounds of countless people, his performance was gorgeous and lonely, like the whimpering clear water flowing through the ruins of gold and jade, and like thousands of white cranes fluttering their wings and falling feathers, fluttering like snow for a moment... In an unexpected moment,
Xie Fanjing quietly stood on her tiptoes and saw the eyes of the monk in white in front of the Dieshui Pavilion and countless annoying and arrogant young people from aristocratic families.
Those eyes seemed to hide a cloud of slowly dispersing smoke, lonely and calm... They were not the indifferent and joking she had seen before, but also lacked some playful and condescending insouciance.
They were obviously the same person, but their eyes looked strange, like two completely different people.
Xie Fanjing lowered his head silently, moved the corners of his mouth slightly, and said a name.
At the same time, in the corner of a water pavilion, a girl in red was jumping up and down, waving her hands to the sound of the flute, and laughing hard.
