It was already half past eleven o'clock in the evening, Bian Rui and Yan Lan carried the small cool bed, Bian Rui was in front and Yan Lan was behind, and Bian Rui's parents and grandparents who were carrying bamboo chairs went home together.

Along the way, everyone chatted one by one, the fireflies just now were too shocking, everyone expressed their feelings, according to Bian Rui's grandfather, there were only two or three such scenes in his life.

Putting the small cool bed back in the front room, Bian Rui and Yan Lan said goodbye to the four old men and walked towards Bian Rui's house on the slope.

After crossing the small bridge, there was no one around, and the two walked slowly hand in hand, only at this time the two were like a couple, facing the small breeze in the night, leaning together and talking quietly.

Yan Lan asked softly: "Do you say there will be one tomorrow night?" My parents didn't see it, I just sent them a photo of it, and it's a pity that they patted their legs."

Bian Rui smiled: "Who knows, I'm not a firefly."

"It's the same," Yan Lan said with a smile.

Looking at his girlfriend's smile, Bian Rui's heart suddenly moved, and gently took Yan Lan to hold his girlfriend in his arms, and kissed him gently: "Maybe it's tomorrow?"

Bian Rui saw that Yan Lan wanted to see fireflies again, so he decided to try to use space water to attract fireflies.

Yan Lan stretched out her hand and grabbed Bian Rui's neck, looked up at Bian Rui slightly, and said with a smile: "It's all right, didn't grandpa say it, he has only seen it two or three times after living for so long, we can't have extravagant hopes, God will let us see it, God won't let us see it, let it be, just let it go!"

"That's the right idea," Bian Rui said with a smile.

Yan Lan said again: "I will make up a dance to depict this scene."

"I have 10,000 supports," Bian Rui said.

"Then I'll borrow your house for the next few days," Yan Lan said.

Bian Rui nodded happily, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Okay, okay, we should have been under the same roof a long time ago, and my heart is about to grow hair."

Yan Lan said: "You sleep in the west wing, the main room is just big enough for me to dance, don't disturb my creation."

"OK, I promise, not only will I not bother you, but also make sure that other people will not bother you," Bian Rui said with a smile.

"Good job, reward you one" Yan Lan said and kissed Bian Rui's side cheek.

Bian Rui suffered a moment in his face, and then leaned over the other face.

Yan Lan said with a little disgust: "The smell of sweat on my face."

"It's too late to regret it now, people say stinky men, if a man doesn't sweat a little, can he still be called a stinky man?"

Just like that, the two of them talked and laughed and returned to the courtyard, and as soon as they returned to the courtyard, Yan Lan drove Bian Rui out of the main house, gave Bian Rui a blanket, and occupied the main house herself.

The air conditioner buzzed, but the room was quiet as if in a deep well, all the lights in the main hall of the main house were turned on, Yan Lan changed into dancing shoes and tight-fitting practice clothes, and began to create against the mirror wall that was barely lined up with three mirrors.

Bian Rui doesn't know dance, but he has also studied art, although painting and dance are two categories, but there are still commonalities, the most important thing for creation is to invest, invest a lot of time to focus on one thing, or even a point. Sometimes inspiration comes, thoughts are like springs, and if inspiration doesn't come, it is immediately like sitting on pins and needles, and the body and mind are tormented.

Yan Lan was very focused at the moment, dancing in the mirror one by one, Bian Rui didn't know how to dance, but he liked this woman at the moment, so he sat in the courtyard with love and watched his girlfriend.

At one o'clock in the night, Yan Lan finally stopped jumping, and lay on the floor tiredly and fell asleep after a while, Bian Rui carefully walked into the main room, covered her with a blanket and carefully withdrew.

Early in the morning of the first day, Bian Rui got up and Yan Lan also got up, one practiced kung fu and the other practiced dance, when it was time to eat, Bian Rui cooked and sent Yan Lan over, and the two chatted a few words while eating, and after eating, they collected the dishes and chopsticks, and the two of them got up again.

At more than ten o'clock in the morning, Old Man Yan entered the courtyard with his hands behind his back, and when he saw Bian Rui brushing the glass bottle in the yard, he asked, "Lan Lan didn't go home last night, did she live with you?"

Old man Yan was a little annoyed, although he liked Bian Rui very much, but the old man still didn't want to see his daughter stay at the man's house before he got married, so he came here this morning not only to eat, but also to ask for guilt.

Bian Rui stretched out his hand and pointed to the main room, and said in a low voice: "Yan Lan is creating a dance inside, since last night, don't make noise."

Bian Rui said as he gestured.

Old man Yan understood when he saw the girl in the main room dancing with a focused face, Yan Lan was like this before, sometimes he was interested in dancing and would practice over and over again, and sometimes it was not a new thing to skip two or three meals in a row.

"It's very hard to practice dancing, give her a little more nutrition," Old Man Yan said to Bian Rui.

Bian Rui asked, "What is her favorite thing to eat?"

Bian Rui has never known what Yan Lan likes to eat the most, anyway, she is not picky eaters and everything she eats is fragrant, so it is difficult for Bian Rui to make a correct judgment.

Old man Yan thought for a while and said: "Yellow eel, it just so happens that you have it in the pond, pick up the fat and tender ones to slip on a plate, and there are small river shrimp fried leeks, small river shrimp should be cut whiskers, and if you don't cut your whiskers, you can eat and prick your mouth, if you have another plate of river mussel frog legs or something, it would be better, and the rest will just make two vegetarian dishes......

Bian Rui nodded at first, but the more he listened, the more suspicious he became: This doesn't seem to be Yan Lan's favorite food, why do I feel like you love to eat?

"What do you see, your aunt has been cooking according to her taste since she was a child, is it strange that I have the same taste as my daughter?" Old Man Yan straightened his face and pretended to be serious.

Bian Rui said: "That's definitely not strange, what kind of life have you been living here, Yan Lan hasn't eaten a few comfortable meals in the past 20 years!"

Old Man Yan was a little embarrassed, and his old face turned red: "Hurry up and do it, by the way, is the bureau post I read in the past two days in the main house?"

"It's all taken out, even the tables have been moved to the west wing, if you want to see it, I'll bring it to you," Bian Rui said.

Seeing that the old man waved his hand, Bian Rui took out Liu Zongyuan's "Bureau Post" and handed it to the old man.

The old man immediately sat on the recliner under the old ginkgo with a smile on his face, looked at it happily, and slapped his thighs directly when he saw that he was happy.

The old man stretched out his hand and touched the small table next to him, touched the tea and put it to his mouth to drink tea, who knew that there was no water in it at all, so he didn't look at whether there was anyone in the courtyard, and shouted directly: "Pour tea!"

After shouting twice, no one was found, and the old man looked up and found that there were no people in the yard, and even the big ash that should have been in the yard was gone.

Old Man Yan sighed and said with emotion: "Now I finally know why ancient scholars needed a scholar."

Bian Rui went to find the ingredients, the yellow eel or something has at home, it is nothing more than to pick the right one, the small river shrimp is not difficult, take a pocket to the small drainage canal at the edge of the field to fish, a net pocket is the most, a plate of vegetables will be there, the only difficult thing is to cut the shrimp whiskers, the small river shrimp itself is very small, but the shrimp whiskers are very long, a shrimp whiskers can have more than ten times the body length.

The most difficult thing to get is the river mussel, fortunately, it is summer, Bian Rui went directly to the lake to take a turn to see if there are any children swimming, and when he saw a child swimming in the lake, he asked the older children to go to the bottom of the lake to touch a few for themselves.

When he arrived at the edge of the lake, Rui found that there was no one in the lake at this time, only the big tiger thorn fish he had made was turning his belly under the shade on the east shore of the lake and pretending to be a dead fish.

Hearing someone's footsteps, the tiger stinging fish immediately put away its white belly, and when it saw that it was Bian Rui, the whole fish almost put on the word happy.

Bian Rui walked to the shore, stretched out his hand and scratched the huge head of the fish twice, then looked at the rippling blue water of the lake and said, "Why is there not even a human figure?

After looking back and forth for almost five minutes, there were no leather monkeys coming, so Bian Rui had to take off his shirt and pants by himself, leaving only a pair of underwear into the water.

The lake water is very clear, and Bian Rui, who plunged into the lakebed, simply opened his eyes, searched carefully in the riverbed, and then surfaced when it was time to breathe, and after a breath, he once again went to the bottom of the lakebed to search for river mussels.

The tiger stinging fish was very happy at this time, swimming back and forth around Bian Rui in the water, and spit out a big bubble to Bian Rui from time to time.

The third fierce man went down, and Bian Rui touched the first river mussel, which was not small, almost weighing three catties, and a river mussel like this had been lying in this lake for at least seven or eight years before it could grow that big. Of course, the weight is even the mussel shell, and the mussel meat inside is definitely not that heavy.

It took two or three more fierce men to dig up the second mussel.

Digging two river mussels in a row, the tiger thorn fish seemed to understand what Bian Rui wanted, only to see the tiger thorn fish swing its tail and disappear beside Bian Rui, less than three or five seconds, the tiger thorn fish came back with a river mussel in its mouth, much bigger than Bian Rui caught, almost five or six catties, like this river mussel has been raised in the lake for at least nearly 20 years.

Bian Rui took the river mussel and stroked it on the head of the tiger thorn fish a few times, and the tiger thorn fish caught the river mussel for Bian Rui.

Three large river mussels were sent to Bian Rui's hands in a row, and Bian Rui immediately said: "Enough, enough!"

So many mussels are enough to make a river mussel salted meat pot for five or six people.

There are fish, shrimp, mussels, salted meat, leeks and so on, and there are them in his own vegetable garden, so as soon as he returned to the yard, Rui began to cook vegetables.

And the father and daughter of the Yan family have now become idiots, one is a dance idiot, and the other is a bookworm. One keeps jumping in front of the mirror, the other holds a book in his hand and reads non-stop, but the two have one thing in common, that is, concentration, just like Bian Rui when cooking.