After speaking, Qin Xin took his head in his mouth, did not look at Tie Ming, and was as obedient as a little daughter-in-law. Tie Ming grinned, felt the dignity of being a husband, straightened his waist, pulled his tie, saw that the wine was still light, and said angrily:

"The color of the wine is not out, the wine is not fragrant, and it will be warmed for a while."

Tie Ming is like a lord in the feudal era, picking and choosing his little daughter-in-law, obviously the wine is just warm, and he has to pick bones in eggs, he really doesn't know what to do. Qin Xin simply poured all the neck into his stomach, and didn't give him a sip to drink. Tie Ming was stunned, and his drinking posture was crisp, refreshing, and not ambiguous at all.

"I'll just give you a glass of wine, and I'll treat myself as a master, I haven't made you a wife yet, you dare to criticize me so harshly."

"Where do you dare, the eldest lady wants to play, Xiao Song just accompanies her."

"Hmph, pour me wine."

Qin Xin put the empty cup in front of Tie Ming, Tie Ming put away the cup and hid it behind the stove, instantly restored Mr. Song's appearance, lowered his eyes and said to Qin Xin solemnly:

"After a drink, rest and drink again, I haven't eaten yet, and I'm full of wine first."

"This small sip just moistens the throat, it's not called drinking, you are stingy, don't give me a drink."

Qin Xin picked up a bulging "carp lip" to salute him, and he might as well be pinched by Tie Ming's cheek.

"Yo pain, what are you doing when you let go and pinch my face?"

Qin Xin said indistinctly, Tie Ming let go of his hand and asked her:

"Still wayward?"

Qin Xin rubbed his aching cheeks, complaining about how Tie Ming would eat the vegetables when he waited. Tie Ming was putting tofu, king oyster mushrooms and other hard-to-cook ingredients into the boiling broth, and when he heard Qin complain about him, he said with a smile:

"Just watch me eat."

"You're bad!"

Qin Xin kicked Tie Ming hard at the bottom, Tie Ming let out a "snort" in pain, causing the surrounding diners to come to see him, and the two of them had to show off when they had a meal. Tie Ming hurriedly covered his mouth, leaned forward with his upper body, and whispered to Qin Xin:

"I'm joking, auntie, you taste it first."

Tie Ming took out a piece of steaming tofu, blew it carefully, and waited until the tofu stopped smoking, then dipped it in some sauce, sandwiched it on a small plate, and sent it to Qin Xin. As soon as I saw the tempting tofu, Qinxin's face immediately turned cloudy, and as soon as the chopsticks were delivered, the tofu fell into my stomach.

"Well, it's delicious!"

The tender texture of the tofu and the salty and sweet taste of the sauce are delicious. Tie Ming looked at her and smiled, and gave her another plate of vegetables and vegetables, and pushed her over with a heart, and said:

"You eat, you eat, the hot pot has to be soaked by yourself to be delicious!"

Tie Ming lowered his head and smiled, took back the small plate, picked up the tofu and tasted it, and as soon as he took a bite, his eyes lit up: Hmm! The tofu is tender, the sauce is fragrant, and the soup is thick, and the hot pot is to be eaten like this......

Tie Ming and Qin Xin enjoyed the hot pot beautifully, adding vegetables to it over and over again, and fishing out again and again. The hot pot was full and empty, empty and full, the thick soup was bubbling in the pot, and the white smoke was flying and rising happily. There are a plate full of vegetables, eggs, and meat, stacked as high as a hill. The little girl looked at her "masterpiece" with satisfaction, couldn't wait to pick up a quail egg, and said playfully:

"There's a little gluttonous cat in his stomach, begging me for food."

"You're the little gluttonous cat."

Tie Ming teased her, added some sauce to her bowl, naughtily stuck out his tongue, clenched his empty fist, raised his paws to his ears, and learned from the cute appearance of the beckoning cat on the counter, squinted his eyes, curled the corners of his mouth, and meowed, which was very cute.

"Eat more, eat more."

Tie Ming said that he added oyster mushrooms, winter melons, shrimps and other things to the hot pot, he was afraid that Qin Xin would not have enough to eat, and he enjoyed her small mouth opening and chewing the food more than eating it in his own mouth, Tie Ming snapped his fingers and beckoned to run to the hall to serve another dish, Qin Xin quipped:

"Eating hot pot and eating hot pot, hot pot is eating in the bowl and thinking about the pot."

"Yes, yes."

"Oh, I patronize the food, and I don't even care about the wine. Brother Tie Ming, you're still holding my wine glass! ”

Tie Ming raised his eyebrows and smiled, tilted his head, leaned half of his chin over, and said:

"For you, I'll hear a toast."

"You're going to test me, I won't."

"This can't be done, you won't have less to socialize in the future, you have to practice this."

"No, I can't say a word."

"Then listen to me tell you a ......"

Tie Ming raised a chopstick, learned from the storyteller, shook his head and made up wine poems. Qin Xin completely ignored it, and only buried his head in eating. Tie Ming looked down and shouted to her to listen to herself carefully, Qin Xin showed an impatient look, holding a spinach in his mouth, and muttered:

"You're like a father teaching his daughter."

"Me? - You! ”

Tie Ming's words were stopped, sighing that he was anxious, seeing that this little girl was not in a hurry at all, alas! Next time, don't teach her at the dinner table, when she sees the food, she doesn't have the heart to learn at all, and it is in vain to let her enjoy the delicious winter hot pot. Tie Ming compromised, sandwiched a piece of beef and put it on Qin Xin's plate, but Qin Xin didn't want to:

"You eat, you eat, don't worry about me, will I let go of the delicious food in this pot?"

"Huh!"

Qin Xin said, and took a slice of beef from the pot and put it in his mouth. The beef that condenses the essence of the soup stock sticks to the tongue, and as the teeth chew, the rich aroma of the meat gradually spreads, and the dense texture makes people want to stop.

"It's delicious!"

Qin Xin pointed the chopsticks between his teeth, blinked at Tie Ming with kitten-like smart eyes, and raised his hand to shout for another beef in the hall.

"Brother Tie Ming, come, let's have a toast."

"For what?"

Tie Ming deliberately tested her toast. Qin Xin bit her lip and thought about it, and had an idea:

"For that old scalper."

"Ah, this is called a toast? Listen to the scary! ”

"But no, we are full, how pitiful the cow is, the life is gone, even the corpse is gone, its nutrition has become our energy, shouldn't we thank the old cow when we are full?"

"That's right, that's right, then, have a drink."

The two clinked glasses and drank them all, the hot and warm rice wine touched the lips, dripped through the throat, and fell into the stomach, with a wine burp slowly coughed out, the swollen feeling in the stomach instantly loosened a lot, and the aroma of the wine was even fuller. Qin Xin put down the wine glass, closed his eyes, and groaned:

"Hot pot with shochu, I don't know the taste of sorrow."

"Okay, refreshing, this sentence has a taste - wine, poetry, and life."

"Really? It seems that drinking wine can really make good poems! ”

Tie Ming looked at Qin Xin and smiled stupidly. The two settled the bill, held their stomachs, and slowly walked out of this "Wu Ji hot pot".

"Whew—my ears are frozen!"

As soon as Qin Xin went out, he rubbed his hands and covered his ears, jumped to his feet and shouted "cold to death". A pair of hot big hands covered his ears, which instantly warmed his heart and reassured. Qin Xin smiled, stood on tiptoe, and covered Tie Ming's ears. Looking at the lover in front of him, a thought flashed in his heart like a snowflake, falling in this white snow, and he said softly:

"Brother Tie Ming, I want to paint reeds in the snow."

Tie Ming hesitated for a moment, the night was already up, and he originally planned to eat hot pot and send Qin Xin home, but he bumped into her pair of eager eyes again, and agreed as soon as his heart softened. The two of them first went to buy paint brushes, and then went to the reed swing that they had been thinking about.

Ahh

It's so picturesque! There was not a trace of greenery to be found in the valley, and occasionally a few tenacious vines stretched out their arms from the cracks in the rocks, and their branches were already sapy and withered, and their branches were hard but brittle.

A finch flies to the sky, holding up the loneliness of the branches, and a finch falls to the ground, spitting out the cold and clear of the sky. The distant mountains are bleak and empty, melting into the white curtain of the snowy sky, which is more and more set against the vastness of the earth and the insignificance of the creatures. Walking forward, the snow here has not yet accumulated, and as you walk, you will sometimes be hit by a small stone, which greets the person who walks on the snow in this way, revealing a bit of childlike play.

"Come to Qinxin, go here."

Tie Ming kicked away the pebbles on the road, smoothed a road, and beckoned Qin Xin to walk behind him and open the way for her.

"I'm not afraid, I've also walked such mountain roads."

Qin Xin replied to Tie Ming's pure smile like a snowflake, and walked towards the reeds alone. Girls, snowflakes, reeds swinging - this situation, this scene, in a dream.

Tie Ming no longer forced her to walk along her own path, stood aside, watched her go away, put his hand in his pocket, and took a deep breath of the air in the snow, well-like the fragrance of plums, like chrysanthemum freshness, snow is really a purifying good thing of heaven and earth. Tie Ming closed his eyes and made a fantasy, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw that Qin Xin had already set up a drawing board, and was carefully studying the delicate beauty of the reeds in the snow-

In the realm where the snow has disappeared, the reeds stand tall between the heavens and the earth, and they are rarely visited by pedestrians, so they grow vigorously and luxuriantly. Spring rain, summer wind, and autumn frost have all accompanied this reed. It was winter now, the snow was falling, the sky was covered in silver, and the reeds had plucked their beautiful white hairs, leaving only tiny branches and leaves to dance in the cold wind.

The wind passed lightly through the reeds, as if an invisible comb gently combed the bangs of the beauties, caressing the tired bodies of the reeds, from head to toe, at ease, sleeping here, waking up here. As if there were no such things in the world, heaven was on earth.

I closed my eyes and felt the rustle of the wind blowing through the reeds and the sound of the snowflakes falling on the reeds. Tie Ming walked slowly, standing beside her, and also closed his eyes and listened together, the sound of everything was silent, and the previous life reappeared in the snow.

Listen – a thousand-year-old secret.

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five six seven eight or ninety pieces. Thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into the reeds are always gone. ”

Qin Xin couldn't help but chant Zheng Banqiao's "Song of Snow", and the scene of snowflakes and reeds in front of him was poetic. Looking at the snow, I can't help but think of the poems written in the booklet with an ink pen. The poems are not lonely, because the snowflakes and reed flowers come hand in hand, looking for old friends.

"Snowflakes came up from the sky one after another, one after another, thousands of pieces fluttered, flying into the reeds and not seeing."

……