When he woke up in the morning, Chang'an found that Li Huan and Chen Fan were already busy with their breakfast.

The early bird is eaten by the worm, and the early worm is eaten by the bird. It is not known who is the insect and who is the bird.

"Teacher Li Huan, Teacher Chen Fan, good morning. Chang'an greeted the busy two.

Li Huan looked up at the sleepy-eyed Chang'an, "Ouch, Chang'an, why did you wake up so early." ”

Chen Fan also glanced at Chang'an and quipped: "That's right, you see that Xiaofan still sleeps like a pig!"

Chang'an smiled, "What are you doing here?"

Li Huan responded to Chang'an while being busy, "Oh, Mr. Chen Fan is going to make steamed buns for you to eat, and now he is chopping meat filling!"

Chang'an exclaimed, "Wow, then we're going to have a big feast again." Is there anything you can help with?"

Chen Fan waved his hand, "You better go wash your face and brush your teeth first, and then come to help." ”

Chang An touched his dry face and walked towards the bathroom.

After washing, Chang'an returned from a lazy state to a young man in high spirits, full of vitality.

"Teacher Chen Fan, do you need my help?"

Chen Fan waved his hand, "You don't need your help, you can go to the house today and enjoy the treatment of being a guest." ”

Li Huan also added: "That is, you are a guest, you still go to the room honestly to stay." ”

Since he didn't need himself, Chang'an had to go to Ah Huang to play.

And Teacher Guolun and Wu Xiaofan in the room were still asleep, sleeping in the dark.

After an hour of busyness, the steaming meat buns are finally freshly baked.

And Teacher Guolun and Wu Xiaofan finally dragged their tired bodies to get up.

"Hey, Teacher Li Huan, Teacher Chen Fan, you have all made breakfast......" Wu Xiaofan held a messy head of hair and opened his hazy eyes, "I originally planned to make today's breakfast." ”

Chen Fan gave him a roll of his eyes, "When you get up and finish making breakfast, we will all starve to death." ”

Zhang Guolun sniffed his nose, "What are you doing? ”

Li Huan patted his buttocks, "Okay, hurry up and wash up, you can have breakfast." ”

At nine o'clock in the morning, the big guy finally sat down happily and began to eat hot meat buns, and when he bit into it, his mouth was full of gravy.

Zhang Guolun gave a thumbs up, "Hmm...... The skin is so thin and tender, and it's perfect. ”

Chang'an couldn't help but admire: "Teacher Chen's craftsmanship is indeed a must!"

After breakfast, Mr. Chen Fan handed the two of them a picture album, which was full of some words of blessing from the guests who came before.

"Write something about you, too. ”

After taking the album, Chang'an and Zhang Guolun fell into infinite contemplation, you look at me, I look at you, neither of them started to write, they are waiting for the other party to write first, and then they can copy it!

The two of them flipped through the words written by the guests in front of them, and they were nothing more than some blessings or some words describing this place.

On the front page of the album is a children's painting painted by a female star named Yang Ziwen, painting Li Huan, Chen Fan, Wu Xiaofan and A Huang, three people and a dog, not to mention, the painting is really lifelike, and the characteristics that should be drawn are drawn.

Chang'an guessed that this Yang Ziwen should be the person who answered their phone yesterday.

"Teacher Li Huan, this Yang Ziwen is the girl who answered our phone yesterday. ”

Li Huan nodded, "That's right, it's her." ”

Looking at the blank page, Chang'an pondered for a while, remembered a poem, and then picked up a pen and wrote it down.

How I wish there was a doorway

In the morning, the sun shines on the grass

We stood

Holding on to his own door

The door is low, but the sun is bright

The grass is bearing its seeds

The wind was shaking its leaves

We stood and didn't speak

It's wonderful

There is a door, you don't have to open it

If it's ours, it's wonderful

In the morning, the night will wander

We handed him the six-stringed instrument

We're not leaving

We need land

The land that will never be destroyed is needed

We're going to ride it

Spend a lifetime

The land is rough and sometimes narrow

However, it has a history

There is a part of the sky, a part of the moon

A portion of dew and morning

We love the land

We stood

Digging in the dirt with wooden shoes

The door was also hot

We leaned lightly, and it was very beautiful

Grass behind the wall

Won't grow up again

It touched the sun with just its fingertips

This poem "In Front of the Gate" was written by Gu Cheng and is one of Chang'an's favorite poems.

Speaking of Gu Cheng, people have heard of Gu Cheng's most famous sentence is the one in "Generation" - the night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light.

Or his "Far and Near" - you, one will look at me, the other will look at the clouds. I feel that when you look at me, you are far away, and when you look at the clouds, you are close.

However, after reading a few poems by Gu Cheng, Chang'an's favorite is this sentence, "The grass is bearing its seeds, the wind is shaking its leaves, we stand and don't speak, it is very beautiful." ”

This poem also represents the inner peace and beauty of Chang'an in the suburbs of Tianjing at this moment.

There is no flowery rhetoric in the poem, nor does it follow any rhyme or rhythm, it is completely natural and pure, with a warm warmth.

Whether it is the land, the sun, the moon, or the dew, whether it is the seeds of the grass, the leaves of the trees, or the people who stand against each other and do not speak, they are all so safe and beautiful, and they are at ease and content.

How I wish the world was like this poem, I know your mind, you know my mind, we just stand quietly, don't say anything, and a wonderful feeling has enveloped you and me.

Zhang Guolun beside him was scratching his ears and cheeks, thinking about it, but found that Chang'an next to him had written dense words on the album, "Wow, Chang'an, what are you writing here, is it a modern poem?"

Chang'an nodded, "This is Gu Cheng's poem." ”

Li Huan was passing by and exclaimed, "Wow, I didn't expect you to be a literary and artistic young man in Chang'an!"

After breakfast, Chen Fan began to prepare today's lunch again, "What do you want to eat at noon?" ”

Zhang Guolun was writing hard in the album, and replied without raising his head: "It's good to cook at home." ”

Chang'an also nodded, "Just eat a little more, and we should leave after eating." ”

Chen Fan nodded, "Okay, make some home-cooked food, it's convenient for everyone, don't be so troublesome." ”

Li Huan proposed: "Then let's take a group photo first." ”

Chen Fan also agreed, and shouted into the house: "Okay, Xiaofan Xiaofan, come out and take pictures." ”

Wu Xiaofan heard that he was going to take pictures, so he ran out with interest, "Okay." ”

Li Huan proposed: "Or let's shoot at the sheepfold that Chang'an helped make." ”

Chen Fan nodded, "I'll see it." ”

So everyone stood in front of the sheepfold together, and Chen Fan also held Ah Huang in his hands, "Come, everyone, one, two, three, eggplant." ”

"Haha, that's good, this is another precious memory. ”

Wu Xiaofan proposed to Chang'an and Zhang Guolun: "Why don't I take you around, the scenery around here is beautiful." ”

Teacher Guolun nodded, "I think it's okay, then let's go, and leave the cooking to Li Huan and Chen Fan." ”