When A-Yao put on a thick jacket and wrapped her body tightly, only revealing her little face, the first snow had already fallen. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ruixue is a mega year, and next year will be a good harvest. Mochizuki sat on the Luohan bed, picking up the window and jumping around, stretching out his hand to pick up the snowflakes falling from the sky, and then moved a small table from the room and put it in the courtyard, and the table was full of all kinds of cups. "Conpoy~ What are you doing?" Mochizuki raised his voice.

Ah Yao blushed and blushed when she played, and she spoke: "Hey, I'm collecting the first snow and making tea for Master." ”

After being fed by Mochizuki for a period of time, the yellow-haired girl got rid of malnutrition, her hair was thick, and her cheeks were much fuller than before.

"Okay, play and don't freeze yourself. Mochizuki smiled, turned back to the bird's nest waiting in the house and said, "You see that Ah Yao is really getting more and more painful." How much Chen Xue was left in the cellar last year? It's rare to be happy, and it's been boiling tea for the past few days. He brought me a small red clay stove and black olive kernels, a complete set of tea sets and tea leaves from Quanzhou, saying that he wanted me to try their tea. ”

Mochizuki said, looking at the snowflakes falling in the sky in a daze, and sighed: "I don't know if he is okay over there, it is always better to see people when he sees letters, and no matter how many things he sends, it is not as safe and healthy as him." It's winter again, and you said I brought him the winter coat, did he receive it?"

Bird's Nest knew that Mochizuki had always had a person in his heart, and that person was far away in Tiannan.

The catastrophe more than ten years ago involved too many people, and Mochizuki and the person on the tip of her heart also flew apart because of this, and it was also in the past two years that the person who was exiled to the beach finally contacted Mochizuki, and it seems that his situation has improved a lot, and he can also ask someone to bring food to Mochizuki during the New Year's holidays.

"I'm sure I'll get it. Bird's Nest whispered.

"Ah, you said a good little year, what kind of frustrating words am I, I haven't made today's dumplings. With a cold face, Mochizuki wiped away his tears and prepared to get off the Luohan bed, but suddenly retracted again, holding the futon and not letting go: "Bird's nest, why is it so cold in Nanxun County every winter, so cold that I don't want to get up." ”

"Girl, if you like it. ”

"Bird's nest, you're getting less and less cute. ”

The master and servant had two mouths, there were a few knocks outside the door, the bird's nest opened the door, as soon as the door opened, the wind mixed with rain and snow blew into the house, and the warm room instantly became a little colder, "Come in!"

Ah Yao was holding three bowls of hot brown sugar ginger soup, and the bird's nest hurriedly closed the door with the hind feet, closing the cold wind outside.

"Master, Senior Sister Bird's Nest, I made ginger soup and drank it while it was hot, and my whole body was warm. Ah Yao divided the ginger soup, and Wen Sheng said that the other people in the courtyard shared the ginger soup. A bowl of ginger soup to the stomach, the cold Mochizuki did not feel long to feel that there was a warm current in his limbs, usually at this time, the hands and feet are cold, you have to hide in the warm house, and the silver frost charcoal has to be burned non-stop.

Holding the bowl, Mochizuki asked, "The ginger soup is delicious, it's okay." By the way, do you know how to read?"

"I will...... It's a bit difficult to write. ”

"That's good, accompany me to a place in the afternoon, come back early and prepare the winter solstice meal in the evening." "Mochizuki sells Guanzi, A-Yao doesn't know why, but seeing her snickering, it shouldn't be a bad thing.

In the afternoon, Mochizuki instructed Ah Yao to prepare bacon and red bean lotus root, and some time ago called her to refine lard and pickled sauerkraut, put it in a small jar, and take it with you.

It's all ingredients, and she doesn't know where to visit?, she guessed, and the donkey cart stopped.

It's time to get to the destination, and the plaque in the courtyard reads: Qi House

The pen walks the dragon and snake, the ancient is vigorous, and the fragrance of book and ink is revealed.

It was a mother-in-law who answered the door, and Master Mochizuki was so familiar with this family that even the mother-in-law who answered the door could chat with Mochizuki.

Qi's family is not big, two into the house, but between the blue bricks, gray tiles and white walls, there is a taste of elegance, the middle of the patio is placed in the middle of the half-person high water tank, the water tank is residual lotus and dead leaves, under the withered branches and leaves, there are two tails, a gold and a red koi swimming suddenly, highlighting the vitality. After the washing of the rain, the white wall grows green moss, there are several clusters of bamboo planted in front of the wall, vigorous and upright, there is a strange stone behind the corner empty window, this is a scene.

The front hall is divided into a mandarin duck hall by the middle of the gauze screen door, the screen hangs bead curtains on both sides, the male owner of the front hall is used to entertain guests, there are three chairs on each side and two opposites, there is a round table in the middle, and the pine bonsai is placed on it, and the layout is rigorous and square.

Beyond the mahogany screen door engraved with exquisite calligraphy, the back hall is for the hostess to entertain guests, a small round table, Luohan bed, compared with the front layout, this side is warm and close, suitable for the daughter's family to gossip and talk about homely things.

"Madame, they have arrived. ”

The mother-in-law brought Ah Yao and them here, there was a pair of mother and daughter sitting in the Mandarin Duck Hall, the woman's age looked older than Mochizuki, the gold jade lotus leaves on the fallen horse bun were full of delicate hairpins, wearing a red-sleeved lotus flower jacket, the collar of the jacket was embroidered with camellia patterns, with a gold skirt with emerald blue wide dragging, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes revealed her age, full of bookish flavor, and her kind face and pleasant patience taught her daughter to read.

"Mochizuki, you're here, she's your new apprentice?" the woman's and girl's eyes fell on Ah Yao at the same time.

"Yao'er, this is the mountain chief's wife of Nanxun Thatched Cottage, known as Yan Niangzi, you can also call Mrs. Yue. ”

Ah Yao was not stage frightened, and blessed them: "Mrs. Yue is good." ”

With a soft voice, bright eyes, and a thoughtful appearance, the little girl immediately fell in love with A-Yao, she jumped off the round stool and pinched A-Yao's little face: "You look so cute, my name is Zhiying, what's your name?"

"My name is ......" Before A-Yao finished speaking, Mochizuki had already reported her "stage name" first, "Her name is Yaozhu, Yingniang, do you like my little Yaozhu?"

"Conpoy!?" Ying Niang's voice suddenly rose and changed, looking at her mother and looking at Mochizuki, obviously thinking of the food she usually eats.

"Don't be rude!" Mrs. Yue glanced at her, Ying Niang was silent, and muttered secretly: "Like bird's nest, the names are strange. ”

Ah Yao couldn't cry or laugh, and while Mochizuki and Mrs. Yue were chatting, she quietly pulled Yingniang's sleeve and said, "My name is Jiang Yao, you can call me Ah Yao or Yao Zhu." ”

Yingniang also whispered, "It's still called Ah Yao, how ugly the conpoy is, it's better to call it a dried scallop, I always think of the steamed eggs made by Sister Mochizuki." ”

Mochizuki and Mrs. Yue watched the interaction between the two children, looked at each other and smiled, and then Mochizuki said to Mrs. Yue about her intentions: "Isn't Yingniang lacking a companion, if you agree, I want to put the conpoy here with you to study with Yingniang after the beginning of spring, the conpoy is literate, but not very good at writing." ”

Mrs. Yue smiled slyly: "The restraints you brought are not enough, if you cook a meal, maybe I will agree." (To be continued.) )