"I hate the smell of sulfur. He said, "Qing'er doesn't like it either, but she doesn't seem to be very afraid." ”

She watched the little green silk snake winding around her arm and lifting the small triangular snake head, her heart couldn't help tingling, she closed her eyes and begged for mercy:

"Hero, hero, please take Qing'er away, at most I won't buy sulfur in the future. ”

He smiled and flicked a finger on her forehead, and she opened her eyes and looked at him angrily, and he smiled gently but gracefully, and his bright eyes shone with dark eyes. She looked down and saw that Qing'er didn't know when she was leaving, so she breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to Mu Cheng hatefully:

"I remember! You use a snake to blackmail me!!" After saying that, he was about to go out with a furious face, but Mu Cheng grabbed her, with a smile on his face, and said:

"Don't eat the dumplings?"

"You've been harassed by snakes, do you still have the heart to eat?"

"Where's longevity noodles?" he looked at the water in the pot that was about to boil, and said, "There is only one in a bowl of noodles, and it keeps on and on, and I break and refute and break...... Back and forth many times, the soup base is beef broth, and then some peppers, chili peppers, beef slices, eggs, preserved fruits, sesame oil and other seasonings are put on top of the noodles. It is both cool and lush, but also sweet and fresh. Mo Su has been arguing to eat for a long time, if you don't eat, just call Mo Su in for me. This little devil will bribe and bribe when he has the opportunity, so as to save me from stumbling again......"

Mei Ziyan obediently pushed him away, pulled out the rosewood stool and sat at the table, "Where did you get the recipe?"

He didn't say anything, just turned around and silently cooked the longevity noodles.

She took a sip of the soup, her eyebrows and eyes suddenly stretched, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, she stretched out her tongue and licked the remaining soup on her lips, and her brown eyes were full of amazement.

"Is it delicious?" he sat next to him with his hands folded on the table and looked at her seriously, she nodded desperately, the taste was not the best, but there was a strong affection that could not be dissolved, and the sense of happiness spread quietly, and she even moved her nose a little sore.

"The noodles have to be eaten in one go, and they can't be broken. His smile was warm, like the warm sunshine outside the house, and after a pause, he said, "When I was a child, my mother told me a thousand times, don't believe it." ”

She nodded, and lowered her head to eat the noodles, not letting him see the shadow of water that was quietly clouded in her eyes.

"You used to eat noodles like this on your birthday when you were a child?"

He nodded, "If you make it from memory, it may taste different from what my mother made for me when I was a child." ”

She took a bite of noodles in her mouth, took chopsticks to find the noodles on the other end, and said with a smile, "Why don't we try a new way to eat noodles?"

So, one noodle, two people eat, but in the end it didn't break, and dangerously his and her faces were only a stone's throw away. He lowered his eyes, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and devoured the short face between the two inch by inch, and finally, accurately and gently bit her lip, and woke her up from a dream.

Against her smooth forehead, he said, Ziyan, every year in the future, I will make you a bowl of longevity noodles, okay?

The corners of her eyes couldn't help but moisten slightly, nodded and said "okay", reached out to hug him, buried her head in his arms, and murmured:

"Persimmon, your promise must be fulfilled. ”

"Mei Ziyan, don't you know that I couldn't escape a long time ago. He stroked one of her green hairs, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He took her to Xuanbi Lake for a boat, and gave her a fan of gold clay tulle, the handle of which was so black and purple that it looked like it was made of the best South China Sea purple bamboo. The thin gauze depicts a slender figure with a medicine basket on his back and a moon-white robe on his back, lying on the low wall of the Yuanjue Temple, looking at the deep place of the green bamboo in the temple, and the man next to him is wearing a green shirt and standing with his hands in his hands, frowning and looking at her curiously.

With a few brushstrokes and light strokes, the two of them jumped on the fan, which made people think of the scene they first saw that day. The fan also wrote a sentence in line:

How can you share a cool breeze and not provoke lovesickness.

"Birthday present?" she asked.

"Too light?" he pinched her face. "Women should not be too greedy. It's so polite, would you like to give myself to you?"

She replied with a smile: "It's not good, you have to feed and drink, and you don't grow much meat, the input is greater than the output, and you lose money!"

"I'll accompany you on a spring day, give you a fan in summer, take you to climb in autumn, and warm your bed in winter, where do you find such a graceful and elegant beautiful man? Mei Ziyan, you don't know the goods!" he pretended to be angry, grabbed her hand and put it on his chest, "Don't grow meat?

She blushed and struggled until the boat was about to capsize.

Half a year passed for the two to fight. In July, the old master Meng who taught the piano was sick, so Mei Ziyan was in a hurry and pulled Mu Cheng to teach for him, and the students of the academy looked at Mu Cheng who was young and handsome, but the clothes he was wearing were worn and even stained with black and gray in several places, and they couldn't help but look sideways and whispered in private, especially when someone found out that he was the one who had recently hid in the kitchen to help the cook, that kind of sneering gaze fell on him unabashedly.

Mu Cheng smiled and gave Mei Ziyan a "don't worry" look, walked to the first Yaoqin and sat down, pressed the strings with his fingers, and gently plucked out a note, the sound of "Zheng" was clearer and farther, and he slowly spoke:

"Thinking is inside, because of the piano, and reaching outside. ”

The slender and white fingers pressed between the strings and twisted slowly, and a song "Xiaoxiang Water Cloud" flowed out. The music is sometimes unrestrained and vigorous, and sometimes emotional, so that people seem to see the clouds and water in front of them, the smoke and waves are vast, and the mountains and rivers are incomplete, and the situation is drifting. For a while, I listened to it with a lot of breath and a surge in my heart.

"Luck refers to be quiet, although it is urgent but not chaotic, many but not complicated. Gai Jing came out of the middle, and the voice was ...... from his heart," he said aloud, and there was silence in the echo hall, except for Mu Cheng's calm and powerful voice with magnetism and the sound of the piano that he played with his hands......

The mockery in the eyes of those students turned into amazement, admiration, and even enthusiasm......

Mei Ziyan withdrew outside the Echo Hall and unexpectedly saw her father Mei Jiyao. He stood under the old willow tree outside the Echo Hall, standing with his hands in his hands, listening intently, his narrow phoenix eyes revealing a gentle smile.

"Dad, you-" She was surprised, as if she didn't believe that her father would have such a happy look for Mu Cheng in the Echo Hall.

"You broke the last few games of chess very quickly, his credit?" Mei Jiyao smiled, and the paper fan in her hand fell on her head with a "snap", "Useless girl!"

Before she came back to her senses, Mei Jiyao had already walked away, leaving behind a sentence and saying, "Let that kid come to the chess club tomorrow." ”

In the chess club, Mei Jiyao and Mu Cheng played three games of chess.

From early morning to dusk, the two of them settled down like old monks.

Mei Jiyao won a game first, his white son played like wind and snow, and in a blink of an eye, more than 100 chess moves were played, Mu Cheng's black son was arrogantly pressed by the white son, Mu Cheng finally pulled out a few pieces to stay angry, but was forcibly blocked by the opponent, so the lower left was full of dead chess. Mei Jiyao looked at it expressionlessly, and seemed to analyze a few words casually, Mu Cheng's expression moved, and a trace of surprise flashed in his black eyes;

Mu Cheng still lost in the second game, Mei Jiyao sold a flaw, and when he pounced on him to grab the twenty open space, he led his troops to slaughter his main force.

Mu Cheng finally knew where Mei Ziyan's cunning and changeable personality came from, and the middle-aged uncle in front of him, who made him hate itchy, had a tricky chess style and lost his atmosphere.

At the end of the two games, when Mei Jiyao got up and left his seat, Mu Cheng suddenly stopped him:

"In the next round, I should be able to beat you. ”

The onlookers were all in an uproar, and Mei Jiyao turned around and looked at him with a smile:

"What if you win?"

"Not how. Winning or losing is just a matter on the chessboard, nothing else. ”

"Okay," Mei Jiyao turned around and sat down, a little smile in his eyes.

In this game, Mu Cheng changed his cautious and conservative chess style, and slaughtered as soon as he started, preventing Mei Jiyao's white son from forming a climate, but the white son was still coherent in chess shape, and the black son was heavy under the winding attack, Mu Cheng thought for a moment, and resolutely gave up most of his black seeds, and instead attacked the long and thin white son that was winding half of the chessboard.

Abandon the chess and run to kill the enemy Bailong, using eighty-one chess, and Mei Jiyao blocked his sunspot It took eighty-two chess, and he only narrowly won by one eye.

put him to death and then lived, no one knew that Mu Cheng was already sweaty.

Everyone was silent, but Mei Jiyao smiled and said to him: "Although the white chess is coherent, there are weak points to attack if it drags on for a long time. Whether you are playing chess or being a person, it is indispensable to have a good time, if you are just cautious and conservative, it will be less fun and a little less enterprising. ”

After Mei Jiyao left, Mu Cheng sat for a long time, and the emotions in his heart were inexplicably complicated and troubled.

This battle caused a sensation in the entire Fufeng Academy.

Soon, the Midyear Festival came.

The Mid-Autumn Festival was originally very lively, every year the academy will buy a large number of fireworks to make the sky of Qinglin Mountain bloom colorful and gorgeous flowers, Dr. Xia's various lantern festivals, as well as lantern riddles, echo hall music appreciation meeting, this is a grand festival for the students of the academy.

However, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival is Mei Ziyan's saddest Mid-Autumn Festival.

She pushed open the door of the Yanwu Hall, and the scene in front of her made her heart break, her father fell into her mother's arms, a deep wound in the shoulder socket continued to flow blood, and Mu Cheng, who was sitting not far away and holding the Yao Sun Spear, was pale and stunned in disbelief, as if he didn't believe that he had stabbed the Yao Sun Gun into the enemy's body like this.

Xia Qing bit her lip deeply to prevent her tears from falling, while trembling her hands to stop the bleeding and bandage him, she choked up and said:

"Mei Jiyao, you are a bastard, which day is not good to pick today...... If you dare to die, I'll chase you to the underworld and pester you for the rest of my life, and punish you for being a cow and ......a horse."

Mei Jiyao tried to squeeze out a pale smile, Mei Ziyan quickly threw herself down and knelt down in front of her father, and said with tears in her eyes:

"Dad, doesn't it hurt? You endure it...... Mother, is he okay, Dad, you speak, he's fine......"

Xia Qingshen didn't speak, just looked coldly at Mu Cheng who was not far away.