The white horse under the seat of the moon tower goes well with the snow. Although www.biquge.info has a long way to get to Congshan's house, she did not wrap herself tightly like others. Maybe it's because of the coat on you, or maybe it's because of something else. Her face was a delicate apple red, giving the impression that she wanted to kiss it. Her white horse didn't seem to be happy at all. It kept panting and bobbing its head around.

As soon as the doorbell rang, Congshan put down the newspaper and went to the door. When he opened the door, he saw Yuelou's delicate red cheeks. Congshan pulled Yuelou into the door, and before she could speak, he used his lips to seal Yuelou's words in his mouth. It took a long time for him to move his lips away.

"Since you don't like to drink coffee, then I'll make you a pot of 'Biluochun'!"

"Okay. ”

Yuelou seemed to be watching a TV show, but she watched Congshan's every move carefully:

He used a pair of gold scissors to cut open the seal, poured the tea leaves into his left hand to carefully clean the impurities in the tea leaves, and then poured boiling water into the purple clay pot to let the tea leaves breathe freely in the water.

The TV shows a European drama: an enemy army invades the border, and a king is outside the city to boost his morale, ready to lead an army against the enemy. His daughter also wanted to follow him into battle. She didn't want to go to war, but she wanted to cook for her father and wash his feet. In this way, you can not only fulfill your filial piety, but also contribute to the country. The king locked the princess in the boudoir because he loved his daughter. The princess used a carrier pigeon to inform the lover to rescue her from the palace.

At this time, they were galloping down the street, and there were many guards in hot pursuit. She panicked, and actually knocked over several passers-by in a row and trampled on many stalls.

"You don't seem to like European stuff!

"Yes, I do hate European stuff very much." Yuelou frowned and continued: "Even things like foreign fires, foreign cars, and electric lights are very annoying. ”

"You really have a lot of problems!" Congshan said with a smile: "Not only do you hate European-style things, but you also dare to ride a horse on the street." What's even more audacious is that you dare to defy the mayor's son-in-law!"

"Can't I have my own way of life?" Yuelou said solemnly: "If you don't like things like foreign fires and electric lights, you don't need them, and if you hate cars, you ride horses on the streets, and people who can't get used to dogs fighting people will scold him." ”

"Are these 'faults'?"

"That's not what I meant. I'm just saying you should change yourself. Of course, a foreign fire is better than a fire sickle, of course a car is faster than a horse, and of course an electric light is brighter than a candle."

"You always stick to your so-called way of life, you always stick to your old ways, you don't dare to change, you don't dare to improve. ”

"Is it called 'progress' to get rid of these things? Shouldn't we burn down the Book of Songs, tear down the Summer Palace, and fill up the West Lake?"

"Everybody, every nation, every country. We should all have our own characteristics, have different customs, have unique styles. Why can't we be different from others, why can't we have our own characteristics, why is it called 'fault' to insist on ourselves?"

"You're always putting on someone else's clothes, smiling at someone else, longing to be like someone else, longing for someone to be your friend. But in fact, the more you do this, the more you will lose friends, and the more you will become a thoughtless weakling. ”

"Okay, okay, it's me wrong". Although Satoyama said this, he was a little unhappy in his heart: "How about you taste the 'Biluochun' I brought back from JX first." ”

Yuelou's chest still rose and fell. She picked up the purple clay cup and savored the fragrance of the tea, and a comfortable and natural smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Let's stop arguing. Do you like calligraphy very much? How about showing me your hands?" Congshan asked Yuelou with a smile.

Yuelou also became humorous: "Quickly prepare a 'pen, ink, paper, inkstone' for Miss Ben." ”

"Do you know why my name is Yuelou?"

"It should be from 'Where is the Acacia Moon Tower' in "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", right?"

"Right". Yuelou said while moving the pen like the wind.

She wrote exactly the famous sentence in "Spring River Flower Moonlit Night": "The river and the sky are free of fiber dust, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky". I saw that her words were light and smart, graceful and lovely. Congshan couldn't help but applaud. Before he could say the word 'good', he coughed violently again.

Yuelou walked over and asked with concern, "Do you have a cold?"

"Well, I just went to the hospital at noon. The doctor prescribed me a little medicine." Satoyama finally stopped coughing.

"Take good care of your body! I'm going to feel sorry for you. ”

Congshan held the blood-stained handkerchief in his hand and hugged Yuelou: "I will take good care of myself, and I will propose to my father next spring." ”

"Hmm". Yuelou hugged Congshan tightly and said happily.

'Bang', Yuelou cracked the eggs into the bowl. She was about to throw eggshells into the trash can when she saw the blood-stained handkerchief. Blood stabbed Yuelou's eyes like needles.

"Is he seriously ill? Why is he coughing up blood?" The more Yuelou thought about it, the more upset he felt. She was originally a rational woman, but now she is messing around: "He must be seriously ill, because he is afraid that I will worry, so he deliberately said that the illness is very mild." ”

As soon as the door opened, Yuelou walked out of the kitchen.

"Are you sick with something, why is there blood on your handkerchief?"

"No," Congshan pretended to be relaxed: "It's just a cold, and there's a little bit of pneumonia." ”

"If you really have any illness, go to the hospital immediately. You don't need to worry about business. I can also run a porcelain shop very well." Yuelou's eyes were full of care.

"I'm not seriously ill. Do you still want me to be seriously ill?" Congshan gently hugged Yuelou into his arms.

Yuelou finally came out of Congshan's arms: "Then you go watch TV, and you can eat for a while." ”

Today's meal was extraordinarily hearty. This is the first meal Yuelou made for Congshan. Yuelou kept putting vegetables into the Congshan bowl.

"If you're sick, eat more and get better. ”

"You think I'm a pig! Congshan looked at the bowl full of meat.

Yuelou said coquettishly: "If you can't finish eating, you have to eat." When she said this, the steamed bun happened to fall to the ground. She calmly picked up the steamed buns, peeled off the dusty skin and continued to eat.

"We are not poor, so there is no need to eat steamed buns on the ground. ”

"It's not a question of being poor, it's a virtue. ”

Congshan smiled bitterly: "I always can't talk about you." ”

"It's not that you can't talk about me, it's that you're wrong. ”

Congshan was about to vomit, but he still slowly pulled the rice into his mouth. He really didn't want to ignore Yuelou's intentions.

"Don't eat when you're full, I won't blame you. ”

"But ......"

"No matter what, don't push yourself. To like is to like, and to dislike is to dislike. I hate people who think the same thing in their hearts and say the same thing in their mouths. ”

Congshan wanted to say something, but he frowned slightly and finally held back. After a while, he added, "I'm going to go to my mother's grave tomorrow." Are you going with you?"

"Of course I want to be with you! The ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her in-laws. Huh". She laughed at herself.

Hearing Yuelou's words, Congshan, who was not very happy, also laughed.

It gets dark very early in winter. It's still seven o'clock, and the street lights are all on. The glowing snow seems to tie a white scarf to the earth.

Congshan controlled the horse's head, and Yuelou jumped on the horse.

"Then I'll go, and tomorrow we'll go to the grave together." Yuelou was reluctant to say.

"Well, be careful on your way. Wear a few more clothes tomorrow". As soon as Satoyama patted the horse's back, the horse began to walk.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. ”

It wasn't until Yuelou's figure turned into a point that Congshan turned around and returned home.