In the Ning Dan Pavilion, the dishes were flying, and the laughter was loud. Here two girls dressed in brocade and embroidery are nailed for the play, and the two girls over there shine flowers in the water and make water bettas. Dong Yin pulled Shuheng and talked for a while, and he was still enthusiastic about the water. As a result, she was persuaded by her mother to live and die, because the location was insufficient, there was no renovated ditch, and it was too dangerous for the little girl to gather at the water's edge, and no one could afford it if there was a bad pool. Dong Yin gave up at this time.

There were a few girls over there who were still talking about poems and couplets around the big case. There was no laughter, praise and harmony, and the sound of punishment and drinking. Looking at such elegant things, the vulgar girl Shuheng thought silently, I miss KTV, I miss food stalls, I miss Walmart stores, and strawberry-flavored cream cakes.

She took a bite of a plum blossom cake with mushroom meat, chewed it carefully, and smiled at Dong Yin: "This mushroom is quite fatty." If Cousin Qin returned to Beijing, she shouldn't feel sorry. ”

Dong Yin knew which one she was talking about, and couldn't help asking, "What?" Wei Qin, she has lived in Yunnan for a long time, and now she is reluctant to come back? What a good place to be the king of God. ”

Shu Heng smiled: "She will definitely come back, and the mushrooms are naturally missed." She used to write to me and mention mushrooms almost every time. There are not all kinds of fat leafy vegetables but there are a lot of fungi, from cheap porcini mushrooms to precious chicken fir seeds, and there is always a hundred bacteria spectrum. There is a kind of honeycomb fungus that looks dry and ugly, like a lump of mud on the muddy ground after the rain, but the taste is so good, cut into thin shredded crab legs and stir-fried with chicken fat with green chilies, so delicious that you can swallow your tongue. ”

Shuheng almost drooled as he spoke, thinking that when Cousin Qin came back, he would definitely find a way to get her to eat it.

"Because there are many mushrooms and they are cheap, the best chicken fir is not as good as the price of a first-class yellow stewed chicken in the capital, so not only ordinary people, but also official eunuchs are not separated from the mushrooms."

Dong Yin also took a bite of the fragrant mushroom meatloaf when she heard this, and she tasted it with her heart, and she tasted it with her heart, and she tasted it with her heart, and she tasted it with her heart, and she tasted it with her heart, and she tasted it, and she took a bite, and she tasted it, and she tasted it, and she took a bite of it, and she tasted it, and she took it, and she took it, and she was proud of it, and she was tired of it, and she was angry∧, and she was angry

Dong Yin's chopsticks fell on the table, raised his chin, and looked at Shuheng seriously for a long time: Forget it, the foundation is good, you can toss it as much as you want. However, after all, she couldn't help pinching Shuheng's cheeks and showed her to look aside: "I don't believe that your calligraphy and painting can't see people now, don't always eat and play, be careful of vulgarity." ”

Over there, the painting and inscription poems are being carried out to the high 9th tide.

"The light clouds wipe the green slightly, the sunny light is soft purple maple" is about the atmosphere is too harmonious, even the Shen Zangxiang, who preaches that "the pen and ink are not exposed" on weekdays, either does not write, or writes and burns, also personally holds the pen to inscribe poems on the painting.

Dong Yin, a talented woman, didn't know why she let go of this opportunity to show her talents today, and she didn't see the joy of hunting at all.

Shuheng was picking out a piece of butterfly crisp and preparing to put it in her mouth, hearing Dong Yin say this, she stopped her movements, took out the spirit of "Gewu Zhizhi" and stared at this butterfly crisp strictly, as if she had opened an X-ray, and said seriously: "The skin is white and greasy, the red sand is lightly covered, it seems to be exposed, fresh and transparent, this jujube mud is wrapped well, it is the same level as my aunt, and it has the flavor of "wanting to talk and resting" and "still holding the pipa and half covering the face". After she finished expressing her opinion, she looked at Dong Yin sincerely: "Is it still vulgar now?" ”

The corners of Dong Yin's mouth twitched subtly. She snatched Shuheng's chopsticks with her hand: "It's okay to just taste it, but it's vulgar to eat." ”

"Oh-" Shuheng was not melancholy.

Two chuckles suddenly came from behind the screen, and Shu Heng subconsciously turned around, and saw a pair of ink satin foundation boots walking briskly. Dressed in a pine flower color sprinkled with dark honeysuckle, a bundle of hair inlaid with a white jade crown, eyebrows and smiles, handsome and extraordinary, wherever you go, the spring will flood everywhere. Which is not Dong Yin's good brother?

"Big brother, why did you come back? I'm not going to give me my birthday anymore! Dong Yin was not restrained at all in front of her eldest brother, and when Shu Heng saw her pounce affectionately, he almost stretched out his hand to his neck.

"How could it be. I just finished my homework assigned by my husband and came back. No, I just walked in and heard you talk big! I'm teaching my little sister again. ”

"Why! I've always taught her only good ones. Dong Yin playfully stuck out his tongue and pulled Shuheng to him: "Heng'er, tell me, did I talk nonsense?" ”

Shu Heng raised his head suddenly, facing the eyes of someone looking down at Dong, his face was hot, and he immediately aimed his eyes at Dong Yin, only staring at a large series of beads and jade eight treasures hanging around her neck: "Sister Dong is a mentor and friend." ”

As soon as the words came out, Dong Huaiyu shook her head and smiled, but Dong Yin's hand behind Shuheng's back drew circles, indicating that she did a good job.

"No, you have been looking forward to Bai Suyuan's poetry for a long time." Dong Huaiyu took out a thin book with green bamboo cloth from his arms. "Birthday present!"

Dong Yin's eyes lit up, and he carefully picked it up, and looked through it carefully, not to mention the content, just the delicate touch of the jade-white paper, and the faint sweet fragrance made people love it. Shuheng secretly said that he is worthy of being the grandson of the elder of the pavilion, and he is also the grandson of the elder of the pavilion. You must know that this Bai Suyuan's poetry collection is the same as the right military pen, and it is not something that can be obtained with money. You have to have talent, someone, and luck!

Dong Yin rubbed it carefully for a moment, and then threw herself into her brother's arms: "I like it so much." Big brother, we painted a picture and inscribed a poem outside, can we show it to you? ”

"If you say that, how can I say it badly?"

Dong Yin was overjoyed, and sure enough, he went to hold the painting in person. Shuheng stretched out his hand to take it, but it was too late, so he looked at her back helplessly and stared: It's so unrighteous! Leave me behind! See that I don't do anything to your brother and crook your nose!

Of course, this is just to think about.

It stands to reason that Shuheng, an adult, is unreasonably nervous in the face of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenager. But the problem is that no matter how old you live, as long as you are watched, you will always be a little uncomfortable. Shu Heng has a keen sixth sense, and she can detect that Dong's eyes always fall on her intentionally or unintentionally.

This body does not currently have any qualities that can attract the opposite sex, Shuheng looked at his little chubby hand. So, he probably thinks he's funny, too—like some cute little animal. He paid attention to Shuheng and gave Dong Huaiyu a slight blessing, casually found a trick, and went to play on the side.

So, Dong Huaiyu, who was sitting on the wisteria chair on the side, saw Shu Heng standing on tiptoe very funny, stretching out his arm, holding a golden Buddha hand on the white jade chime plate, and then sitting upside down and fiddling, accidentally the little fat claw didn't hold the fat Buddha hand and fell to the ground with a bang. Shuheng was busy chasing after and picking it up—like a fat cat playing with the thread ball by himself. Dong Huaiyu couldn't help laughing again.

Shuheng was embarrassed again, but fortunately, Dong Yin had returned. Alone. I held a large scroll. Except for Shu Heng, her friends are all about the same age as her, and they can't meet Qin Huaiyu in person.

What a pity! Shuheng could almost imagine the apprehension and joy of those girls.

"Huh? This time, the composition is different. When Dong Huaiyu saw it, he smiled and said to Dong Yin: "How can a talented girl be willing today."

Got your pen down? ”

Dong Yin likes mountains and wild forests and springs, pursues uninhibited from structure to lines, and prefers freehand. This red maple map is not only decent, the law is carefully studied, but also renders the baking building on the wall, the red enthusiasm is like fire, the color is strong, obviously not Dong Yin's handwriting.

"It's a big picture drawn by Sister Shen, and Mu Ya and Wang Ning and Zhang Yun are dyed by a few of them. No, the poem on the painting was also written by Sister Shen. Dong Yin said and took out a volume of poems from his sleeve: "Look, there are these." It's all made by the girls. After the ink was dried, let me bring it in. They were all written and sent to me today. I'd like you to take a look. ”

Dong Huaiyu took it as he said and read it carefully, as if he really wanted to give them a rating.

Shu Heng thought to himself, this Dong Yin is a good brother in the pit. Didn't she know what the girls outside were up to? If you really want to divide the order, hurt your face, and insult your self-esteem, you can't predict what will happen to those thin-skinned or small-hearted girls.

Dong Huaiyu watched it once, and then began to watch it a second time—Shuheng felt that she couldn't stay any longer. She didn't want to get involved in the dispute at all. Especially the relationship between men and women. Or a group of women and a man's emotional disputes.

"Brother, which one is the first and which is the second. You just have to say the top three. "Dong Yin is already urging. Her brother is notoriously talented and good at tasting, so where can he use it to watch it a second time!

"Sister, my mother must be home when she tells me that I must be home, and I can't delay it any longer." Shuheng Fuli, confessed, and wanted to get out. Unexpectedly, Dong Yin grabbed her hand: "What's the hurry!" Came so late and left so early! ”

"No, sister, I didn't take a nap today, I'm sleepy. And my mother is now giving me pills to nourish my body, and I have to take them at this time every day, otherwise my efforts will be wasted. Shuheng spread his hands and tried to pretend to be helpless.

"Huh? What is it? Dong Yin curiously pressed against Shuheng's chest.

Shu Heng was shocked and secretly said no, this was originally the Yali she was equipped with, a couplet. But when she heard Dong Yin say: "The writing is the same as the broom" and saw the group of talented women who splashed ink, she completely dispelled the idea of sending couplets and hid the couplets in her arms. Unexpectedly, it was revealed in the pulling! She has handed over the vulgar gift to Yan Ni to accept - a gourd-shaped carved ugly stone-tip grass hanging bottle with whole pine roots, which can be hung in the tent with flower incense powder - in fact, it is not vulgar, it can be regarded as simple, Dong Yin likes it very much.

"No, nothing." Shuheng hurriedly went to cover it, Dong Yin's eyes were quick, his fingers were like a wind, he held down Shuheng's small arm with one hand, and snatched it with the other.

"Best wishes. Hey? Dong Yin looked at the book in surprise. Shuheng's face turned red and he reached out to grab it. "Don't look at it, please. Wait until I practice again. ”

Dong Yin raised his arms high, like a cat, his eyes were shining, the corners of his mouth were pursed, and he smiled like a little fox, and read: "Ling Bo is delicate step by step, and the splendid Hua is good every year." Yes, the girl has grown. ”

"Don't-" Shuheng's voice was not weak. It's not strange to write such a thing at the age of seven, six or seven, she once secretly estimated in her heart.

Dong Huaiyu put down the manuscript of the poem, took the gold paper from Dong Yin's hand, looked at it seriously, and said with a smile, "Oh, this should be the first." ”

The corners of Shu Heng's mouth tugged stiffly, and his heart rolled over 10,000 alpacas.