Following the breeze, the cold season shrunk his nose, and a tempting aroma drifted along the direction of the wind, with a slight fragrance and sweetness of flowers, slowly rippling in the sun. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Familiar taste.

I couldn't react for a while, my memory was so familiar, but I couldn't remember how to describe it, Leng Ji stood in place, blinked, moved his nose again, and stroked the hair that hung down, and the smooth hair slid through his fingers, dissipating with the charming fragrance in the wind.

Sweet ......

Sniffling, I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, Leng Ji poked his face with that cold finger, and there was a chill.

A spirit, in the cold season, remembers this familiar fragrance, a mild but seductive smell, a slight sweetness in the wafting fragrance, which is ...... The aroma of osmanthus.

Smell it carefully, but it doesn't feel like a simple osmanthus fragrance, the aroma of osmanthus is not so strong, and the sweetness is not so heavy.

This kind of fragrant and clear taste, is it possible......

Licking his lips, Leng Ji unconsciously stroked his hungry stomach, pressed it, only felt that there was nothing inside, empty.

wanted to take a step, but paused, and Leng Ji touched his chin and thought, can't he be hungry and stupid......

The sensitive nose can still smell the faint fragrance of osmanthus in the air, and if you are more serious, the faint fragrance in the air will come out little by little, as if it has not completely dissipated.

Case.

I could vaguely hear my stomach growling there, and my hand reached into the pocket of my coat again, stroking her dagger over and over again.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and Leng Ji showed a confident smile.

Anyway, it's early before dark, so if you're not in a hurry, why not follow the fragrance first and find a way to fill your stomach.

Even if you can't cure your hunger, you should be able to satisfy your cravings.

Putting away his smile, following the direction of the fragrance that had already drifted away, he strode towards the depths of the alley in the cold season, following the direction of the disappearing wind, shrunk his nose, went around a wall, turned a corner, and felt that he was closer to this fragrance.

Not surprisingly, after two more steps, in the cold season, I relied on the residual fragrance in my impression to find a dilapidated house.

The nose shrunk again, and in the cold season it could be smelled, and a rich fragrance of osmanthus came from inside the house, slowly wafting in the air, scattering around, constantly attracting hungry and thirsty passers-by.

Turning out of a corner of the alley, the wall that is taller than a person just blocks the view of the cold season, and you can only see the branches and leaves of the osmanthus tree sticking out of the courtyard, the green leaves with a little yellow-white, floating quietly in the wind in the sun.

Licking his lips, he could smell the aroma of osmanthus flowers on the tree in the cold season.

Of course, more than that, the cold season stopped, standing by the red wall, more and more intense fragrance wafted from the yard, in addition to the fragrance of flowers, there is also the strong aroma of alcohol, which was mixed in a bunch of osmanthus fragrance before, and the cold season can only be vaguely distinguished.

The more you smell it, the more gluttonous it becomes, and the sweeter it becomes.

I couldn't bear it, so I walked around the red wall around the house in the cold season, watching the branches and leaves of the osmanthus tree extend from different places to the outside of the wall, more or less, with a little yellow stamen.

Walked around, walked to the last side of the four sides of the wall, the cold season only found the entrance, to talk about this dilapidated room, after looking around, the cold season felt that this description is obviously not appropriate, this house is only old at best, and it is far from being broken.

This can be seen from the extremely lush osmanthus tree in the yard.

A dark red wooden door blends perfectly with the wind-eroded walls, and the slightly raised threshold allows the cold season to lift his feet a little before stepping in.

The courtyard, which is a little higher than the street, is greeted by the tall osmanthus tree in the center.

The eyes were attracted by the tall trees at once, and the osmanthus bloomed at this time, and when the breeze blew, a large patch of scattered light yellow fell to the ground, paving a layer of light yellow on the gray cement floor, and spreading leisurely along the ground, all the way to the door.

In the concrete floor in the center of the courtyard, a hole was specially opened, and the soil buried deep in it was so that the big osmanthus tree could take root here.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, Leng Ji saw his feet gently step up, and if he was not careful, he crushed a few petals, leaving a scattered yellow that was firmly attached to the ground.

"......" The person in front of him squinted, holding a sunflower fan in his left hand, occasionally fanning it slowly, sitting comfortably under the tree, watching the flecks of sunlight through the leaves.

This is a quiet and peaceful atmosphere...... With the golden sunlight shining in the courtyard, it doesn't look like the end of the world at all.

After thinking about it, Leng Ji didn't continue to walk forward, stopped and leaned to his side, rolled up his fingers, and knocked lightly twice on the left door panel, indicating that he was standing at the door.

"Alas?" a small exclamation came from under the tree, and through the shade of the tree, the Taishi's chair swayed in the wind under the tree, and the petals that fell with the wind fell on the person sitting there, and a large patch of light yellow was sprinkled on the ground, but the man ignored it at all, still squinting at his eyes. "Coming so early?"

That expression, a peaceful face.

"......" was stunned, Leng Ji didn't know how to answer, and paused, before remembering his purpose. "Is it selling osmanthus wine?"

"Didn't you come to pick up the goods?" The old man in the courtyard shook the Taishi chair twice, and then slowly propped himself up, his eyelids slightly raised, and he was looking at the cold season.

What does this look like...... It's familiar.

After thinking about it twice, Leng Ji remembered that his slightly treacherous but lazy appearance was very similar to the old man Chen that night.

I couldn't help it, and sneezed.

"I found it by the scent of osmanthus flowers. After that, he walked into the house in the cold season and stepped on the long cement floor, on which in addition to flower petals, there were countless small sands that his friends couldn't see clearly.

With the footsteps, the osmanthus cake placed next to the big tree and the osmanthus wine brewed by the old man himself are presented one by one in front of the cold season.

The pale yellow color makes the pastry blend with the osmanthus flowers, and the wine held in ceramics next to it can't help but exude the aroma of wine, and the aroma of osmanthus on the tree is mixed with the tree under the tree.

"Hey?!" the old man seemed to be very happy when he heard this, the aoi fan he was shaking in his hand swayed more frequently, and the other hand touched his chin, and his wrinkled face was even more brilliant because of the smile, and after a short pause, he continued, "You are quite discerning." ”

Hearing the old man's words, Leng Ji smiled slightly, his eyes flashed, and only the osmanthus cake and wine placed there were left in his eyes. casually took out a large bill from Yi's pocket and handed it to the old man.

The old man fixed his eyes and saw the familiar human head on the red coin, and laughed with satisfaction.

I don't care about the conspicuous blood stains on my body in the cold season, and the strange coat that I folded on a hot day.

A miraculously quiet noon, in the cold season, I can eat osmanthus cake and drink fragrant osmanthus wine leisurely under the tree, there are no hunters, no chasing, and even the blood stains on the clothes are like illusory.

I am very satisfied with the cold season, as long as I can relax...... Well, this morning, it's too tiring.

So saying, he leaned against the trunk of the tree and fell into a deep sleep.