The morning light is dim, and people in Qinsyu Valley have gotten up early, like puppets with living souls, making work at sunrise and resting at sunset.
Because we live in a deep valley, the mountains are misty and foggy. The streets paved with cobblestones are criss-crossed, making it quiet and tranquil. The streams are gurgling in the canals, and flowers on the roadside can be seen everywhere.
Each stone building has its own unique characteristics. When viewed from above, it looks like a remote and ancient ancient city.
It was nearing the end of autumn, and the wind blowing in the air was slightly cool.
But they have long been accustomed to it, so they don't feel cold.
"Ah sneeze!"
When Tang Yinchen woke up from his dream in a daze, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
The quilt that originally covered him had now been kicked to his feet. He rubbed his itchy nose, yawned, and then woke up from sleep.
Because he was not sleeping well, he rolled around a lot during the night, and his hair and clothes looked very messy. The belt and jade pendant originally tied around his waist were scattered on the bed.
The stone bed beneath me was still hard even with a quilt on it, and my whole body ached with pain.
He rubbed his sore shoulders, hit his back at the same time, and muttered, "What a broken bed! I feel uncomfortable sleeping all over!"
When he sat up, his loose middle coat also fell down, and a black jade Buddha hung in front of his strong chest.
He rubbed his messy black hair, pulled his legs back from the end of the bed, picked up the white socks from the footrest, tied them on his feet, twisted his head, and asked strangely, "Huh? Where are my shoes?"
Tang Yinchen, who had not yet completely emerged from his dream, raised his head blankly, and for just a moment, his pupils shrank sharply.
"Lao Yang? Why are you in my room?!"
Diagonally opposite him, Yang Huanzhi was lying leisurely on a soft couch. He was holding a blue paper book in his hand, reading with gusto. The morning light penetrated the glazed window and fell on him, as if
A layer of sacred golden light passed through.
Hearing the noise he made, he just turned his head and glanced at him.
"Are you awake? Still sleepy? Why not sleep a little longer?"
The magnetic and rich voice sounded a bit doting to Tang Yinchen. He looked at him blankly, his throat tightening instinctively.
"Well... wake up... wake up!"
"Are you hungry?"
Tang Yinchen touched his shriveled belly and nodded, "Go and wash up. Breakfast is on the table."
"oh."
After a few breaths, Tang Yinchen suddenly remembered what Yang Huanzhi said to him about acting last night, and his scalp suddenly became numb.
He turned around awkwardly and wanted to pick up the belt on the bed, but suddenly remembered something.
"Where did you sleep last night?"
"On the bed."
"Which bed?"
Yang Huanzhi raised his chin towards the bed behind him.
"No way!"
Tang Yinchen prolonged his tone, and his surprised tone made Yang Huanzhi frown.
"Well...I...did I...do anything to you in the middle of the night?"
Yang Huanzhi was surprised, not expecting that he would ask such a question.
"fine.."
"Oh! That's good! That's good!"
"It's just that your hands are not restless at night." When Tang Yinchen's face suddenly turned very ugly, Yang Huanzhi had a smile in his eyes, turned another page of the book in his hand, and said casually, "It seems
, those girls in the Red Mansion have suffered a lot from your abuse."
"..."
When Tang Yinchen heard this, his expression changed from shocked to dull, "Brother? Are you serious? Are you serious?!"
Yang Huanzhi did not respond to him. He calmly and calmly got up from the soft couch, put the book on the kang table in front of the window, and nodded gently to Tang Yinchen, "The water has been prepared. You wash up first, and I'll go and get it done."
Someone brings the porridge."
"oh......"
Seeing him slowly leaving, Tang Yinchen felt strange in his heart. He knocked on his head a few times and quickly put on his clothes.
He looked around the inner room, walked quickly to the low wooden frame, washed his face with water in the stone basin, and wiped it with a white handkerchief.
After struggling for a long time, he slowly walked to the outer room.
An Eight Immortals table is steaming with steam, stacks of exquisite snacks and steamed buns, and side dishes are neatly placed on the table. In addition, there is a bowl of meat porridge with strong fragrance.
Tang Yinchen was already extremely hungry, so he didn't care about anything else. When he sat down opposite Yang Huanzhi, he picked up his chopsticks and stuffed a small piece of pink snack into his mouth. The sweet but not greasy taste immediately caught his eye.
One light.
After making a few sounds of "Uh-huh-huh," I stuffed a few more pieces into my mouth.
Yang Huanzhi just smiled calmly, picked up a spoon and scooped out a bowl of porridge for him.
"Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry."
Tang Yinchen wolfed down a few more mouthfuls, and after swallowing them all, he said, "Wow! This valley doesn't look good, but the food is pretty good! When we leave, we must get some recipes back and let the government
The chef here cooks it for me every day."
"It's better to eat less. If you eat every day, you will eventually gain weight."
"Just be fat! There are so many girls in Kyoto who like me, but there are always a few who don't covet my face."
"What are you trying to do? At that point, are you trying to get fat? Are you trying to talk too much? Are you trying to make Meng Lang? Are you trying to be bold? Or are you trying to get your family background and money?"
Tang Yinchen couldn't hold it back and got angry directly.
"Old Yang! What are you talking about? Did you take the wrong medicine? One moment you are ignoring me, the next moment you are trying your best to save me, and the next moment you are slandering me! Why do you think it's all right?
"
Yang Huanzhi completely ignored his words, picked up his chopsticks, and put a piece of pastry on the plate in front of him, "This is braised pork cake, try it."
Because it is coated with egg yolk liquid, it looks even more tempting.
"Don't pull away! You have to apologize to me! Hurry up! Otherwise you'll get really angry!"
"Why?"
"You said something wrong, why don't you apologize to me?"
"Oh, it seems that I accidentally told the truth and touched your heart."
"No way! I'm not as bad as you said! Look at this breakfast table, it's so exquisitely cooked. Maybe some girl fell in love with me at first sight! So she wants to conquer me with her cooking skills!
"
Tang Yinchen looked proud, and after finishing speaking, he nodded with satisfaction.
But this time, Yang Huanzhi smiled and said nothing and did not provoke him any more.
Tang Yinchen mistakenly thought that he was speechless because he was being scolded by him. He picked up the snacks on the plate and took a taste, "Wow! It's delicious! Let's have another piece!"
After a while, Yang Huanzhi only ate a few mouthfuls and spent most of his time serving Tang Yinchen.
"Eh? Why don't you eat? By the way, where are Hazel and the others? Why haven't they heard Yin'er?"
"I've been having a lot of noise all night, and I'm probably still awake now."
"What? You're not awake? What's the fuss about? Why didn't I hear anything?"
"You have been too tired recently. You fell asleep at the door of my room last night."
The spoon in Tang Yinchen's hand suddenly fell back into the bowl, "What?!"
"Um."
"No! You said I fell asleep at the door of your room? This is your room!"