Winter came silently, and the entire Pingxi City began to hibernate, and the cold wind blew from everywhere, soaking into people's bones, and they shivered from the cold. Compared with the city, the temperature in the Pingxi Mountains is a little lower, the whole mountain forest is covered in silver, looking at it, it is really white and dazzling, occasionally a few wisps of green smoke drift away, that is the breath of life in the thatched hut in the mountain, large snowflakes fall on the eaves of the window, turn into snow water, dip into the wall little by little, reflect the cold plum outside the house.

The three huts are located in a valley, surrounded by exotic flowers and plants, and occasionally colorful animals hide in the corners, and the temperature inside the houses makes it impossible to invade no matter how cold the wind rages.

Inside the house, a small stove is burning, the flames are beating in an orderly manner, gradually kissing the bottom of the stove, the bottom of the furnace is burned red, the stove is boiling fragrant tea, the green tea leaves dance up and down in the boiling water, and the wisps of tea fragrance are spreading, and they overflow the whole thatched hut in an instant. At that time, a man and a woman sat looking at each other, quiet and beautiful.

"This is the rock tea I picked from the cliff in the back mountain, you taste it, but it is still fragrant?" Yu Yan handed the cup full of tea to Xiange. This is the fifteenth winter they have spent together.

Xian Ge took the cup, but he was not in a hurry to taste, turned the cup gently, and saw that the snow-white cup was dotted with a few red plums, which were very good-looking, sniffed lightly, and said: "I haven't tasted the taste of tea, smell the fragrance of tea first, I think, if I pick a few cold plums and cook them together, wouldn't it be more flavorful." ”

Yu Yan chuckled, "You can try it next time you cook wine." ”

Xian Ge hurriedly put down the teacup, glanced at the cold plum outside the window, and said angrily: "Come on, last spring, in order to boil a pot of peach blossom wine, you tossed a peach tree to death, and it was easy to keep a cold plum, so you can let it go." ”

In the spring of that year, Yu Yan looked at the peach blossoms in front of the door, so he thought about picking some back to cook peach blossom wine, but the wine was not satisfactory, either bitter or astringent, and the peach blossoms of a tree were not spared.

Yu Yan coughed lightly, with a hint of embarrassment in his eyes, "It was an accident, didn't I move another one back from the back mountain later." ”

"But it doesn't bloom, and the trees that don't bloom can only be used as firewood."

Xian Ge also wondered why this peach tree had not bloomed, and she planned that if it didn't open next year, she would cut it down and plant a begonia.

Yu Yan was a little helpless, it was his choice, why didn't it bloom, "Listen to you, who made it not angry." ”

"Let's talk about it next year, by the way, or you can paint me a picture, and I'll sit under Hanmei."

Xian Ge likes flowers very much, and Yu Yan likes painting very much, so Xian Ge and many flowers are left on Yu Yan's drawing paper.

If it is said that famous paintings are sent to landscapes, then the famous paintings written by Yu Yan are nothing more than string songs.

Yu Yan turned around to get a paintbrush and paper, and instructed carefully: "Go and sit under the tree, add a cloak, don't catch a cold." ”

Xian Ge is draped in a cloak, sitting under the cold plum, the snowflakes fall on her shoulders, stirring up the white mist, in the fog, occasionally plum blossoms are blown off, goose yellow and snow white contrast, a good picture of snow beauty.

Yu Yan painted seriously, he couldn't remember how many paintings he painted for her, and even if he closed his eyes, he could draw her perfectly.

The cold plum blossoms, the snowflakes fly, the string song sits under the tree in a red dress, like a red feather falling on the frozen water surface, reflecting the blue sky lightly, the breeze passes, the ice lake cracks the ice marks, criss-crossed, the red feather is impregnated, bright red dripping, both dazzling and poignant.

After about a stick of incense, Yu Yan put away his pen, picked up the painting and blew it dry, and shouted to the string song outside the window: "Okay, you can come and see." ”

Xian Ge happily ran in, Yu Yan dusted off the snowflakes on her body, and added her a new cup of tea.

Took the teacup, took a sip, Xian Ge's body had warmth, although Yu Yan's paintings she had seen, but every time it would give her a feeling of amazement, if each painter has his own style, but Yu Yan is very strange, his paintings have a variety of styles, just take out a pair, you will think that it was painted by another person.

Xian Ge looked at it stupidly, stretched out his hand and touched the cold plum on the painting, as if each one was blooming at his fingertips, "The painting is really beautiful, when the chrysanthemums bloom in the coming year, you can also draw a picture for me, and you can make up enough pictures of the 'Four Gentlemen'." ”

"Okay, you can draw whatever you want." Yu Yan looked at the string song gently, like a breeze in March, warm and warm.

For the requirements of the string song, except for the fact that she cried for her father and mother when she was three years old, Yu Yan did not do it, and Yu Yan tried his best to meet any other requirements, and every time he thought of this, he felt very sorry for the string song.

Fifteen years ago, Yu Yan, who was only ten years old, listened to the master's instructions, went down the mountain to buy medicine, and saw a swaddling baby on the side of the road, there was a baby in it, I thought it was a dead baby, and I wanted to bury him, but the baby cried out, Yu Yan hurriedly carried the baby to the master, and begged the master to save him.

Since then, Xian Ge has lived with them, until Xian Ge was three years old, the master Xian died, Yu Yan took on the responsibility of taking care of Xian Ge, Xian Ge clamored to eat wild boar, he hunted for her without saying a word; Xian Ge likes a colorful bird in the back mountain, and he waited for a day and a night to catch the bird back; Only Xian Ge cried and said, "I want my father's mother", Yu Yan could only hug her distressedly, comforted her and said, "Father and mother went out to play, and when Xian Ge grew up, they would come back." ”

"Tomorrow is your birthday, but what do you want?"

Yu Yan didn't know the specific birthday of Xiange, so he counted the day he picked her up as her birthday.

"It's my birthday again, and I don't remember much." Xian Ge was a little excited, thinking back to the big tanuki, "You gave me a big tanuki on my birthday last year, but it ran away, but this year, can we go down the mountain?"

"Where do you want to go?"

"Just look at it, I haven't been down the mountain for a long time."

Xian Ge recalled, her eyes lit up, she was looking forward to it, because the last time she went down the mountain was a year ago, it was when she was sick, and Yu Yan took her to heal.

"Okay, you have a good rest, and I'll take you down the mountain early tomorrow morning." Yu Yan looked at Xian Ge dotingly, with her, his life has become bright.

Xian Ge nodded excitedly, and when she returned to the inner room, she fell asleep, she must recuperate and go down the mountain tomorrow to have a good time.

Early the next morning, Xian Ge woke up, and after hurriedly freshening up, he pulled the sleepy-eyed Yu Yan down the mountain.

"Let's go to Deshan Building, the fish there is delicious." Xian Ge recalled a year ago, when she suffered from severe typhoid fever and couldn't eat anything, except for the steamed yellow croaker in Deshan Building, which she liked very much.

Yu Yan stretched out his finger and nodded at the head of the string song, a little helpless, "I know that you are hungry and still thinking about it." ”

"No, what I like doesn't change easily." Xian Ge was very curious about everything around him, looking east and west, thinking about what to buy. "By the way, are we enough for the silver belt?"

"You can buy whatever you want" Yu Yan took out the money bag and shook it in the ear of the string song.

It's not that Yu Yan is exaggerating, but he studied under the ghost painting of the old man Qi Yun, and he did his best to pass on the truth, so he changed his name and sold all the paintings that he usually painted unsatisfactorily, so that it was rumored in the city that 'Mr. Youzhi's paintings can depict ghosts and gods, collect wind bones, and get a pair, fortunately' So the silver money, here in Yu Yan, is really inexhaustible.

"Really? I've heard that Mr. Youzhi's paintings are rare, can I buy them?"

For as long as I can remember, I have heard that there is a Mr. Youzhi, whose painting skills are superb, and it is difficult to find a lot of money in the market.

Yu Yan chuckled, "What?" Isn't my painting good?"

When Xian Ge was three years old, the old man Qi Yun passed away, and before he died, he specially instructed Yu Yan not to reveal his identity, so Xian Ge has never known the secret, even if it is a pseudonym, the paintings that flow out are different in composition and strokes.

"That's not it, I just want to see how good his paintings are, but, in my opinion, no one's paintings are as good as yours."

Xian Ge was very serious, and she didn't want Yu Yan to think that she was perfunctory to him, because she felt that if Yu Yan sold his paintings, it would be hard to find, but literati have arrogance, and selling paintings is not Yu Yan's style.

Yu Yan nodded and said appreciatively: "It's a little conscious, I'll get you a look later." ”

"Get! Why don't you say steal a pair. Xian Ge despised him a little.

Yu Yan supported his chin with one hand, as if thinking, "It's not bad to steal, and I saved a lot of money." ”

Xian Ge rolled his eyes, "When the time comes, it will be taken by the government, don't expect me to save you." ”

"You don't know martial arts, how can you save it?" Yu Yan teased.

Xian Ge was in a hurry, stepped on Yu Yan with his left foot, and pouted: "Can you not squeeze me, with good intentions to save you, and still say this, good intentions are donkey liver and lungs." ”

"Poof." Yu Yan couldn't suppress his smile, "It's like you've saved me." ”

"You ......" the string song gestured to turn away.

Yu Yan grabbed it, "Okay, let's eat, no matter how poor you are, the yellow croaker will be sold out." ”

Yu Yan pulled the string song all the way to Deshan Building. The two chose a quiet corner, ordered two steamed yellow croakers and some side dishes, drank tea slowly, and waited for the dishes to be served.

"You wait for me for a moment, I'll go out and have a look." Yu Yan was about to leave when he was pulled by Xian Ge, "Where are you going?"

"Buy some food, or you'll starve to death this winter." Yu Yan untied his money bag, took out a piece of silver from it, and said to Xian Ge: "You take it, eat it, and you have confidence." ”

"Okay." Xian Ge carefully put away the silver, "Then you go and come back quickly, it's late, and I will eat the yellow croaker." ”

"Think beautifully, wait for me to come back, be careful yourself." After saying that, he hurried downstairs.

Xian Ge watched until his back disappeared, then he withdrew his gaze and carefully examined the furnishings in the building.