There were very few people in the porcelain shop, and Congshan pointed to a vase and said, "How do you feel about this?"

The bottle is glazed on a white background, and a woman wearing a red cheongsam and a bun of hair stands under a street lamp. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info In front of her was the endless light blue sea, and behind her was a long street full of traffic. The cars on the street, the clothes of the pedestrians, and the buildings behind the street are all colorful.

Although there are many vehicles and people, the picture is not cramped at all, but gives people a sense of dynamism, and after watching it for a long time, it seems that people have entered the country, and you even want to chat with the woman in red for a while, and then hold hands for an afternoon meal.

"Well, that's it, when the rain stops, you have someone send it to my house." Moon Corridor Road.

"Okay". Congshan was still looking at the porcelain, "Aren't you going to arrange flowers at home?"

"I think this one suits you better. ”

Yuelou looked at the place pointed at Cong Mountain: the distant mountains were dripping green, and near was a green field. The river is transparent, and you can even see the yellow carp in the river. Across the river is a small village with plain walls and tiles.

A man was drying things in the yard, another was feeding the chickens, and a man with a bucket was chatting with a woman with a child.

"You have a really good eye, a very quiet painting." Yuelou praised.

"As long as you like". Congshan raised his eyebrows.

"Then you pick a few more for me, and I'll see if you can guess what style I like." Yuelou pursed her lips and said with a light smile.

"You're stumping me." Satoyama didn't look very confident.

Finally, he stopped in front of a porcelain depicting Guanyin. Guanyin looms in the clouds, and there is a minotaur chasing a girl on the road.

"You say you like Buddhism, and this picture happens to depict Guanyin helping the world, and you must like it. ”

"I just look at it when I'm sad, and I don't agree with the teachings of Buddhism. ”

"Then I guessed wrong". Satoyama said dejectedly.

"Since you guessed wrong, you will definitely be punished!" Without waiting for Yuelou to speak, Hongxing grabbed her mouth and said, "Invite me and Miss to dinner, I want to eat hot pot." ”

Congshan looked at Yuelou, waiting for her opinion, and Yuelou bowed slightly.

"Shall we go by car?"

"Mademoiselle doesn't like cars, I hate it! I haven't sat in it a few times. ”

"A car is better than a horse-drawn carriage." Congshan wondered.

"Good or bad, I just don't like it". Yuelou didn't feel strange at all, "I'll take it once today." ”

Congshan helped Yuelou with an umbrella and helped her into the car.

"It's really warm and comfortable in the car! Miss doesn't want to ride in the car, the broken carriage can cold people to death. ”

"That is, you should also think about the red apricot. ”

"Brother Cong still knows what I think!" Hongxing stood up and patted Congshan on the head, Congshan wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"I didn't say I had to let you ride in a carriage with me, if you really like cars so much, I'll give you one, and the driver will take you wherever you want." Yuelou said warmly.

"I'm just talking, how can I leave Miss to sit alone?"

"I know you don't dare, hum!" Yuelou didn't turn his head and deliberately pretended to be angry. Satoyama looked at the increasingly cute Yuelou in the rearview mirror, and wanted to hold her tightly like a steering wheel.

The hot pot restaurant was full of people, the spicy smell was monstrous, and Congshan covered his nose and couldn't help coughing.

"Let's eat something else!" Yuelou patted Congshan on the back and said with concern.

"It's here, ahem! Since Hongxing likes to eat hot pot, let her eat it, ahem!"

"It's fine". Hongxing couldn't stand it anymore, "The hot pot will be eaten with Miss next time, let's go eat cold skin now." ”

"Is that okay?"

"Yes". Satoshi Hill Road.

"You're really, a big old man who smells the spicy smell and coughs non-stop. ”

"What I hate the most...... Cough...... It's chili." Congshan was still coughing, and his coughing made Yuelou laugh.

Satoyama slowly pulled the light green velvet curtain open.

Large snowflakes fell from the gray-white sky, and people held umbrellas and struggled to walk on the seven or eight inches of snow. All of them wore thick clothes and hats with ear protection, and even the beauty-loving maidens had to hide their graceful curves with ugly cotton clothes.

At this moment, Satoyama's peripheral vision saw something moving on the opposite roof.

It's a black kitten.

On such a snowy day, even the usually vigorous cat becomes clumsy and slow. It slid with every step, and just as it reached the top of the girl with the red umbrella, it suddenly slipped and threw the snow on the girl's head.

At this moment, it jumped up with great skill, and claws clawed at the roof to prevent it from falling. The snow that was sliding down was parted by the cat's legs and fell on the girl's red umbrella, and the girl frowned and looked at it, but she didn't know what was happening.

Satoyama couldn't help but admire the cat's wit, and he suddenly felt an itch in his throat, so he took out his handkerchief, hunched his back against the edge of the window, and coughed violently. When he finally stopped coughing, he saw a pool of bright red blood on his handkerchief.

For some reason, Satoyama felt very frightened, as if something terrible was about to happen.

He poured a glass of water and paced around the room, not hearing a word of the elegant piano music.

Congshan imagined: What if he is terminally ill? What if he dies tomorrow? What if he uses his savings to leave Guangyuelou? If he becomes a beggar again, will he still be able to adapt to the life of a beggar? If he can't adapt to the life of a beggar, won't he commit suicide?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, the more he thought about it, the water in the cup was completely cold, and his legs were already numb and he was still walking.

"No, I'm going to the best hospital right away!"

Although it was warm in the car, Congshan's body still trembled. He sighed, rubbing his hands together.

"This year's winter seems to be a lot colder than usual. ”

"Yes," the driver said, "I've never seen such a cold winter in more than 40 years of life." ”

He patted his chest and complained, "Look! It's like a bear!"

"Haha! You look like a stupid bear if you don't wear such a thick one!" Congshan said humorously as he looked at his fat head and big ears.

He wiped the fog from the window with his hand and cast his eyes out of the window, only then did he realize that the car had arrived at the cool lake.

The whole world turned gray and white, especially this wild white troll, burning everything, killing everything, making all life go to death, making all smiling faces freeze.

When Congshan saw the boy playing in the lake, his thoughts couldn't help but drift into the distance:

Walking to the lake, his mother let go of Congshan's hand.

She squatted down, put her hands on Congshan's shoulders and looked at him with a smile: "Mother wants to fish, you will be impatient, you go to the field or the road to play first, and come back when you are tired of playing." ”

Satoyama didn't want to see his mother, so he played around the lake. Not long after he walked, he saw a willow tree with a strange shape, and he stood under it to take a closer look.

"What a strange willow tree!"

"If Grandpa Long's beard is blown by the wind, I'm afraid it will look like this?" Congshan thought with a smile.

He brushed the snow off the willow tree, sat on it, and couldn't help but want to slip when he saw the glowing white ice!

Congshan stretched out one foot to test the carrying capacity of the lake, and then he jumped up directly: "Mother still said she wouldn't let me slide! Hmph! I just want to slide to her and let her praise me!"

As soon as Green Yi saw Congshan's figure, she stood up! She opened her mouth before she could make a sound! Congshan was gone!

It's completely gone!

At that moment, Green's brain exploded, and she ran desperately towards the lake. There was a 'click'! the ice shattered, and she fell into the lake.

The lake was biting, but her heart was hot, hotter than the sun. She took Congshan's hand and swam towards the lake, struggling to hold Congshan's breath with her soul.

Thoughts are flying, tears of remorse have fallen.

The doctor was an emaciated man who had given his head a sigh of relief.

"What are your symptoms?"

"I just coughed up blood. For some reason, I was terrified, like my world was going to collapse and I was going to die. ”

The white horse under the seat of the moon tower goes well with the snow. Although it was a long way to get to Congshan's house, she didn't wrap herself tightly like others.

Maybe it's because of the coat on her body, or maybe it's because of something else, her face is a delicate apple red, giving people the feeling of wanting to kiss it. Her white horse didn't seem to be happy at all, it kept panting and swinging its head to and fro.

As soon as the doorbell rang, Congshan put down the newspaper and went to the door, and 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 concentrating on watching the 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, and 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, why?"

"Yes, I do hate European stuff very much." Yuelou sat up straight and said, "Even things like foreign fires, foreign cars, and electric lights are very annoying. ”

"You really have a lot of problems"! Congshan laughed, "Not only do you hate European-style things, but you also dare to ride a horse on the street, and what is even more audacious is that you dare to contradict 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 fires and electric lights, you don't need them, and if you hate cars, you ride horses on the streets, and those who can't get used to dogs fighting people will scold him." ”

"Are these 'faults'?"

"I didn't mean that, I just said you should change yourself. Of course, a foreign fire is better than a fire sickle, a car is certainly faster than a horse, and an electric light is certainly 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 progress. ”

"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?"

"Every person, every nation, every country should have its own characteristics, different customs, and 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 always put on other people's clothes, smile at others, desire to be like others, long for others to be your friends, but the more you do this, the more you will lose friends, the more you will become a thoughtless weakling. ”

"Okay, okay, it's me wrong". Although Congshan said this in his mouth, he was very unhappy in his heart.

He poured a cup of tea and handed it to Yueloudao, "How about you taste the 'Biluochun' I brought back from Jiang * first." ”

Yuelou's chest was still rising and falling, she picked up the purple sand cup and savored the fragrance of the tea, and the corners of her mouth showed a comfortable and natural smile.

"Let's not argue, don't you like calligraphy very much?

Yuelou blinked and smiled mischievously: "Quickly prepare a 'pen, ink, paper, and 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 Moonlight Night":

'The river sky is free of fiber dust, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky. ’

Seeing 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 asked with concern, "Do you have a cold?"

"Well, I just went to the hospital at noon and the doctor prescribed me a little medicine". Satoyama easily 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, hugged Yuelou and said, "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, and she was about to throw the eggshells into the trash can, when she suddenly saw the blood-stained handkerchief, and the blood pierced Yuelou's eyes like needles.

"Is he seriously ill?" Why did he cough up blood?" Yuelou suddenly felt his heart numb.

"He must have been very seriously ill, and he deliberately said that it was very mild because he was afraid that I would be worried. ”

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," Satoyama said lightly, "just a cold, and a little bit of pneumonia." ”

"If you really have any illness, you should be hospitalized as soon as possible, you don't need to worry about business, and I can run a porcelain shop very well." Yuelou's eyes were full of care.

"My illness is not serious, 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 sumptuous, and this was the first meal Yuelou had ever cooked for Congshan.

She kept putting vegetables into Congshan's bowl: "If you are sick, eat a little more, and hurry up to make yourself 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 put the rice in his mouth, he really didn't want to brush Yuelou's intentions.

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

"But ......"

"No matter what, don't force yourself, like is like, disgust is disgust, I hate people who think the same in their hearts and say the same in their mouths. ”

Satoyama wanted to say something, but finally held back. After a while, he said, "I'm going to go to my mother's grave tomorrow, will you go with me?"

"Of course I want to be with you! The ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her in-laws, hehe. ”

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

It gets dark very early in winter, and 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 the road and 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.