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Ah Ye has never treated everyone equally, and will not praise it because it tastes good, nor will she complain because it is unpleasant.

After that day, Ah Ye returned to his previous non-talkative appearance, his eyes were still slightly dull, but they were no longer a backwater.

Occasionally, when I nag until my mouth was dry, he would answer me with a sentence or two.

The years are like cool satin, quietly sliding over the bluestone in front of the door.

It seems that everything that day is a dream that cannot be found.

Mrs. Jiang never came up the mountain, Ah Ye did not fiercely accuse me of not liking him, and I did not run away in anger...... Everything, as always.

The only difference is probably that Ah Ye's palm has a rough scar, and the scar is slowly healing now.

Ah Ye was still graffitiing and painting, and the position shifted from the inside of the house to the outside of the house.

Sometimes he paints thatched huts, sometimes small black plums, and sometimes he paints scenes from the mountains. But he never painted a red-clothed figure sitting on the back of a bird.

As a result, his handwriting did not improve in the slightest, but his painting skills skyrocketed day by day.

After a long time, the mountains and rivers and birds are all fine.

Sometimes, I suspect that he is still practicing hard at night, because the ink in his room always runs out quickly. But after careful attention twice, I noticed that his house was not lit at night.

This suspicion was dispelled.

So, why did the ink run out so quickly?

This doubt, one autumn evening, was answered.

I looked at the black fish in front of me, and then looked at Ah Ye's expectant and apprehensive look, and I couldn't help but make a mistake.

Can you eat this?

I reluctantly grabbed the bamboo chopsticks, brushed off the black skin, picked up the blackened fish meat, and put it in my mouth.

A strange smell permeated the mouth.

I put down my chopsticks and was silent for a long time.

"Is it delicious?"

Ah Ye couldn't help but ask.

I nodded, silently picked up my chopsticks again and took a bite to eat. By the end, most of the fish had eaten up, and the whole lip was stained black.

"Don't grill fish in ink next time."

I touched Ah Ye's head and admonished.

"Doesn't it taste good?"

Ah Ye asked puzzled.

"Delicious. But we don't have that much money for ink. A small piece of ink is expensive. ”

Ah Ye retreated thoughtfully.

My vision was blurred.

I told Ah Ye about the old story of Penglai, and I told Ah Ye about the characteristics of the little fire fish that loves to eat ink, as an interesting anecdote, to Ah Ye, who is serious about eating grilled fish. I thought he just lowered his head and ate the fish without listening, who would have thought that he would keep it in his heart.

I think of the ink that often disappears, I reminisce about the tenderness of the fish after the strange smell is thrown away between my lips and teeth, and I can't help but think of the black mass I saw when I cried bitterly by the stream.

The scene of Ah Ye hurriedly rescuing the cuttlefish in the fire once again vividly appeared in front of him.

At that time, he had already tried to do it.

The little fire fish is attracted by the ink, mainly because it has spirituality, and knows that the ink of Penglai is made of rare treasures, so even if you eat it, it will not have any weird taste, but will add to the deliciousness.

I didn't tell Ah Ye about this carefully.

But he relied on the words he heard, in this clumsy way, ready to make me happy.

This is probably the most successful "cuttlefish" in his recent attempts.

Night-

I looked at the boy sitting on the bluestone and curled the corners of my mouth.

Another year the chrysanthemums bloom.

Mrs. Jiang wore a simple dress and enjoyed the flowers together accompanied by Liu's mother.

The beautiful woman with a smile on her face in the old days has become a long time ago buried in the earth, and with it, there is the faint laughter that comes from the verandah, the pond, and the rockery.

The whole courtyard was silent like a cemetery, and there was nothing but the sound of soft footsteps.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

He took his wife's gaze away from the flowers and looked into the room with the windows open.

A bronze mirror on a mahogany frame reflects the last rays of the setting sun.

She looked at it for a long time, and sighed tiredly.

"Let's go see the master."

Mrs. Jiang said.

"Yes."

Mother Liu helped Mrs. Jiang and turned out of the garden.

Coming out of the drowsy room, the tiredness on Madame's face increased.

"Mother Liu, I never thought that most of my life would pass in such a hurry."

"Who's to say it isn't? The days are gone in the blink of an eye. ”

Liu's mother also felt something.

"Since human life is so short, what are we fighting for?" Mrs. Jiang sighed and rubbed her eyebrows.

"Madam, in all the houses of the people, either the east wind overpowers the west wind, or the west wind overpowers the east wind. If you don't fight or fight, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand here so peacefully and sigh today. Young master, it is difficult to save his life if he can't say it. ”

Liu's mother is neither humble nor arrogant.

"You're right." Mrs. Jiang took a deep breath, and the tiredness on her face was replaced by perseverance, "Have you been to see it on the mountain?" If there is something missing, someone will send it again. ”

"Mrs. Hui, Pu San'er has gone to see it. Say it's all right. ”

Mother Liu said.

"This Pu San'er is a usable ...... If it weren't for his rebellion, I was afraid I would have been at a loss for words...... Mention his monthly money, and see if there is a good-looking and gentle maid to give him. ”

"Yes."

"You've decided?"

I looked at the boy in front of me and asked.

"Yes, sir."

The three of them said in unison.

"Sixth son, you are the oldest, you have to take care of the two of them." I looked at a six-son Dao who had the size of an adult.

"I'll save it."

Liuzi smiled innocently.

"Mud monkey, you have a good temperament, but the most important rules in the army, remember to restrain yourself, and you can't be willful."

I turned to the tall man on my right and admonished.

"Got it, sir."

The mud monkey scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Little Sanzi, I can't rest assured that you are the most."

I looked at the obviously short and thin teenager in the middle, and opened my mouth worriedly.

"Sir, I, I don't go to the front line, I go to be a man, I only cook every day, there is no danger......" As he spoke, the little third son lowered his head.

Originally, joining the army was proposed by the sixth son, and the mud monkey was going to go as soon as he heard it, the three of them played from childhood to adulthood, and now both of them are going to join the army, so how can they lack themselves? Therefore, the third son decided to follow the two.

finally got through Brother Liuzi and Brother Monkey, but in front of Mr. he showed timidity. He knew that his reasons were so far-fetched, and he couldn't hide it from Mr. and disagree with Mr.

"Are you really going?"

I raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Yes."

The little third son showed a rare tough posture and said.

"Then you go to the account and be a clerk. As long as it is with the army, it should be safe. ”

I thought for a moment and said.