Zhan Ying talked about how he used to spend his childhood in the Prime Minister's Mansion. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info from childhood until before the family change.

Life in the Prime Minister's Mansion is like a world away, everything was beautiful at that time, although the war minister was not at home all the year round, but before the brothers joined the army, they loved her as the only sister. It was only in middle age that her mother got her wish and gave birth to a daughter like her, which is regarded as a pearl in her palm.

It's just that the Zhan family has always been a martial arts heirloom, from the beginning of her babbling and learning, her grandfather let her memorize the art of war, and then when she reached the age of studying, in addition to learning literacy and practicing martial arts, riding and archery, she did not fall behind, and her father often took her to the school field of military training after returning to Beijing, and the soldiers of the Zhan Family Army often took her to play, because of this, Zhan Ying's personality was free and resolute like a boy.

Jing Shang didn't speak, only listened with a smile, the light and shadow in his eyes were bright and flickering, and he couldn't see joy or sorrow.

Until Zhan Ying said that in the war mansion, every time her mother would personally make osmanthus cakes with the osmanthus nectar brewed in August, and when all of them fell into her belly after the sacrifice to the god of the stove, Jing Shang's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, which seemed to evoke distant memories somewhere in his heart.

This lost appearance was fleeting, and he called "Qingtong"

The little scholar named Qingtong is not very old, and he always looks like a young man and an old man when he looks at her and Lao Yan, and he admires and admires him when he faces the scene, but he unabashedly hangs on his face.

Jing Shang didn't get up, only leaned over slightly and said a few words to Qingtong, and Qingtong took the order and left.

Zhan Ying continued to talk on the same scene, and after a while, Qingtong came over with a food box, and just opened the food box and before it was put on the table, Zhan Ying smelled the rich aroma of osmanthus flowers.

After the osmanthus cake was placed on the table, Qingtong also put a celadon small plate in front of the two, a wine jug of the same color, and two small glasses. Jing Shang looked at the osmanthus cake, "I don't think it's too rough to make it from the kitchen." ”

Zhan Ying directly picked up a piece and put it in her mouth and bit it, and the familiar smell made her eyes hot. She didn't care about Jing Shang's presence, one bite after another, and her tears filled her eyes with food, just to find some of her mother's warmth. She didn't pay attention to the look on the other side.

Jing Shang saw that after she took the first bite, the moving expression, and the eagerness to take the next bite, Jing Shang smiled at first, and then his expression gradually darkened. He stared at the osmanthus cake on the plate, stretched out his hand and twisted a piece, did not eat it, put it in the cyan plate in front of him, and touched it lightly with his index finger, as if he was touching something very precious, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

After the wetness in Zhan Ying's eyes forced her back, she looked up at Jingshang, a little embarrassed. And the look on the scene has long since returned to normal.

"If you like it, I'll let Qingtong wrap the rest, you can take it all."

Zhan Ying felt that the corners of his eyes seemed to be a little sad, different from other days, and there was a faint meaning of sending off guests in his words. Zhan Ying wondered in his heart, and he didn't know why Jing Shang's breath was suddenly a little gloomy and cold. She knew that it might be best to be alone at this time, so she got up and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, osmanthus cake... It's delicious. Today, Aunt Li in the camp asked me to go back early, and I said goodbye first. ”

Jing Shang only got up, Qingtong had already wrapped the osmanthus cake and handed it to her, and then sent her out.

After Zhan Ying returned to the camp, he went straight to Li Fugui's residence, and Tie Niu was already there. Today, Tie Niu cut a piece of pork in the market, wrapped a roast chicken, and came back with a small jar of wine. At that time, the Li family had already wrapped the dumplings, and when Zhan Ying came back, they cooked them in the pot, stewed the pork, and fried a few side dishes, and the few people finally had a happy New Year.

Every festive season, Zhan Ying was a little sad today, and deliberately drank until he was slightly drunk at dinner before returning to the house. She lay on her back on the bed and thought about her family for a while, then suddenly she bounced up and grabbed the small red jade bow, and went out with the quiver on her back.

When he arrived at the front of the house, Zhan Ying quickly drew an arrow from the quiver behind his back, and with a sharp bow, he shot at the snow on the branches of the trees in the distance. The arrows burst out of the air, and the snow fell down on the branches, and Zhan Ying pulled them out from his back one by one, put on his bow, and shot them until the quiver was empty, and there was no snow left on the branches, and then he fell backwards in the snow like exhaustion.

"You evoke other people's pain, but your own sadness is vented cleanly." Suddenly cold words came from her roof.

She was startled, sat up suddenly, and looked carefully, Mo Li was sitting on the roof dressed in black, holding a small jar of wine in her hand, and poured the altar into her mouth after speaking.

If it is said that the scenery of Tsing Yi is a piece of warm jade, warm and flawless, then the black-clothed Moli is undoubtedly an obsidian, mysterious and cold. Zhan Ying, who usually is free and easy, can be called heroic after drinking some wine today, she shouted at Mo Li: "It's boring to drink alone, why don't you invite me to drink together, maybe it will be more enjoyable!" ”

Mo Li took another sip, jumped down, pulled up Zhan Ying, who was sitting on the snow, wrapped her belt around her and jumped onto the roof together.

There was also thick snow on the roof, Zhan Ying didn't care, sat down straight, took the jar in Mo Li's hand and poured it up. "Hmm, it's so fragrant, what kind of wine is this?"

Mo Li didn't twist when he saw the heroism she drank, but looked at her: "This wine is called plum blossom brewing, and it was brewed by myself on the scene last winter." ”

Zhan Ying took another sip and threw the jar back to Mo Li: "Sure enough, there is a faint fragrance of plums, and the entrance is sweet, good!" ”

After only two sips, I felt warm all over, and I didn't feel cold at all when I sat in the snow. Zhan Ying stood up and looked into the distance, he could see the entire camp, and he could also see the lights outside the camp. She suddenly felt less sour and depressed in her heart.

"I didn't know that drinking on the roof was like that, and with this silver frost, it was really unique." Zhan Ying suddenly remembered what Mo Li said earlier, "You said that I aroused the pain of others, but on the scene? ”

Mo Li didn't look at her, and took a few sips of plum blossom brew to himself: "Don't get too close to Jingshang, this is not advice, it's a warning." ”

Zhan Ying smiled: "I have no intentions for Jing Shang, it's just that he has a life-saving grace for me, and if you count it seriously, you also have a life-saving grace for me, and Jing Shang said that you want him to save me." ”

Mo Li turned to look at her, his eyes were deep: "I don't care if you have a plan, I just don't get hurt in my vision." ”

Zhan Ying's strength was a little up, and he fell on his back in the snow, "Mo Li, why be so nervous, you and Jingshang need friends, no one is destined to be lonely for a lifetime." Both you and Jing have closed their hearts and cannot see the minds of others. For example, the shopkeeper Uncle Lao Yan, he cares about Jingshang very much... There is also Qingtong, which can be seen to be very admired and attached to the scene... It's like me... I... Forehead... How can this plum blossom brew be so good..."In the end, Zhan Ying only dreamed, and gradually lost his support, and fell asleep in the snow. Mo Li looked at her face that looked like a red glow because she was drunk, and her eyes gradually became warm.

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