Chapter 110: Holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son
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At the other end of the alley, Ye Xiu suddenly asked.
"En......"
Lin Chuxia wanted to speak and stopped.
But after thinking about it, I still didn't ask more.
"I went into your room, and the blue guitar hanging on the wall was not a little dusty, and it wouldn't have been so clean if it wasn't used regularly."
"There's also the fact that if you don't use an instrument for a long time, it will get worse in tone, but your guitar silver is really good."
Ye Xiu smiled, explained, and found that Lin Chuxia was looking at him with that surprised gaze, so he said seriously, "Don't underestimate me, I'm a person who has learned erhu, and there are sheng and flute, the conditions in the mountains are not very good, and there are not many musical instruments, but I still understand basic music theory." β
Lin Chuxia blinked her beautiful eyes and asked, "Are you sure you grew up in the mountains?" β
Ye Xiu looked at the sky with a smile, "It's like a fake." β
"Actually, although the music theory of the erhu is different from the guitar, it is all string music, so there are still similarities, but I don't know much about music, so I dare not talk nonsense."
"Oh, I really didn't expect you to be able to play a musical instrument. Ye Xiu you know, the word timbre coming out of your mouth is like a UFO suddenly seen. Lin Chuxia held Ye Xiu's hand and tightened slightly, thinking to himself Ye Xiu, is there anything else you can't do?
The two of them wandered in the low alleys, the remnants of the sun in the distance were like blood, and the afterglow of the western sun spilled mottled wide spots on the walls through the sparsely foliage trees.
Ye Xiu had never felt such a comfort, he didn't know what kind of challenges awaited him in the future, but at this moment, the real and charming fragrance wafting from the girl's body made him intoxicated, and the delicate and warm little hand in his palm interlocked with his fingers.
Lin Chuxia once carefully taught Lu Fei about the knowledge of "straight lines". She said that the line segment has two endpoints, the ray has only one end, and the straight line has no end.
Life is like a ray, one endpoint, infinitely extended to the other end, in this long extension line, you may encounter another ray that intersects with you, occasionally intertwined, but in the end it will still go in different directions, infinitely extended, high school love is like an unripe apple.
Everyone wants to eat it secretly, but how many people can hold this "accidental interlacing" that extends to the end of the ray, maybe any boy holding Lin Chuxia's hand will produce that dreamlike feeling, but Ye Xiu is different, he knows that the confusion in the future is just a passing cloud for him, and he just wants to get rid of him.
A person with real strength, no matter what he does, will not be vain, even if the girl beside him is a star that flashes to the blind.
Before coming to the residence, the two reluctantly let go of each other's hands. Ye Xiu took out the key to open the courtyard door, and the scenery inside caused Lin Chuxia to be amazed.
"Why are the flowers and plants here so bright? I went to water the flowers every morning, and they didn't grow like this. β
Lin Chuxia looked at the spring scene in front of her, her ruddy little mouth opened slightly, and then she trotted to the flower bed, stared at the purple and red flowers and plants, and said with a smile, "It's so beautiful." β
"Huh." Ye Xiu had to laugh embarrassedly, this flower and plant is not his, but a mysterious "female neighbor", Ye Xiu, a big man, how could he fiddle with these flowers and plants.
He is more interested in practical herbs, such as ugly things like "Lingjue Grass", but the medicinal effect is extremely magical.
"What are you laughing at, by the way, didn't you say you wanted to invite me to soup? What about the soup, by the way, your place is so big, you should be the only one who lives, how about the neighbors, is it easy to talk? Lin Chuxia was like a virtuous little daughter-in-law, asking about all kinds of small things in life.
Ye Xiu didn't hide it, "I had a neighbor a while ago, but recently, she seemed to have something to do, so she went out temporarily, and I don't know her very well." β
He pointed to the flower bed, "No, this flower bed is hers." Also, the rent of the house is not expensive, I have already paid the rent for a whole year. You can rest assured, although I am not rich and handsome, I am not poor. β
"Oh." Lin Chuxia nodded, and there was a little narrow smile in her beautiful eyes, "Then you don't invite me to sit at home." β
"Okay, I made a pot of soup last night, just waiting for you to drink it. Let Brother Qiang bring it back tonight for Dan Miao and Mama Li to taste. β
Ye Xiu said with a smile. There is something delicious, of course he will keep it and share it with Chu Xia, you must know that the old turtle is so big, it is definitely a good thing, a big supplement.
Last night, he was busy all night, specially made a prescription for beauty and beauty, grabbed medicinal materials, and made a pot of "beauty and turtle soup" according to the strict formula.
Overnight, he went to the department store to buy a traditional briquette stove, briquettes, and pressure cooker, all of which were artifacts for stewed soup, which cost him a full 1500 oceans, and the department store owner said that this was an old antique, and Ye Xiu believed it at first, but when he bought it home, he realized that he had been fooled.
The pressure cooker was brought back and there was a big hole.
There was no way, he stepped on the supermarket at 10 o'clock after work, and ran to the supermarket to buy a pressure cooker imported from Germany, a full 4800 oceans.
Even if Ye Xiu only had 5,000 yuan on him at that time, he gritted his teeth and bought it in order to let Lin Chuxia drink a pot of good soup.
After a night of simmering, it has been almost 20 hours now, and no matter how old the turtle is, it is estimated that it has been stewed.
However, when Ye Xiu pushed open the door, he didn't smell the fragrance, but instead there was a smell of burnt paste, which was mixed with the faint aftertaste of those precious medicinal materials.
"Huh?" Ye Xiu is very strange, his heat is well controlled, there is no problem, and there is a lot of water, it is impossible to burn dry?
Lin Chuxia came to Ye Xiu's room, but she was not unfamiliar, she glanced at the old-fashioned briquette stove placed in front of the window, and her good-looking eyebrows raised slightly, "What is Ye Xiu's thing?" β
"The briquette stove is quite advanced." In the Tianji Taoist Temple, Lao Dao has been using this old style of briquette stove for more than ten years.
It has been used for many years, and it has always been used, which shows that domestic products are still doing very well in some places. Every year before the onset of winter, Lao Dao will go down the mountain to buy some briquettes.
Of course, the work in charge of carrying must have fallen on Ye Xiu's body, thousands of briquettes were unloaded on the side of the mountain road, and Ye Xiu used a simple back basket to carry up the mountain. (To be continued.) )