"What about the yellow dot?" The soldier looked at the clear map spread out in front of him, and was impressed by the accuracy of the route drawn on it and the reason for it.

But in addition to the black and red lines, there is a little yellow on the edge, and if you don't pay attention to it, you really can't find it.

"Luoyang, there is a big man living in it" The tone is still not salty or light, but it is a little cooler than before.

"You can't say that!" Li Yuan's inky pupils widened in disbelief, tightened the horse's rope, and the horse under him neighed a few times in pain, his feet and hooves moved wildly, and he kicked a few dark stones from time to time.

"It's not that person, I'm just talking about the fish that slipped through the net back then, and it can't become a big climate!"

The spring mountain is warm and windy, the curtains of the pavilion are dry, and the willow swing is in the courtyard. The warbler dances and swallows, and the small bridge is red.

Today is the last day, and Wang Xifeng, who still hasn't sorted out his clues, is a little annoyed to sit for a while, lie on the chair for a while, and pull his waist-length green silk indiscriminately.

The head is full of green silk and is not tied, but it is scattered behind at will, and in this ancient time, it is untidy and does not know etiquette.

The wing room in the house, divided into two rooms inside and outside, is not elegantly arranged, some are just blowing in the face of the strong local tyrant atmosphere, and the six spring flowers of equal height are embroidered with gold wire, the smoker with silver and copper chisel lotus petal pearl pattern, the official kiln pattern lotus cup, the green luan peony group carved red sandalwood chair, with the teacup of the Phnom Penh, and the copper money flower embellishment.

"Young master, I searched inside and out early this morning, but I didn't see Lin Xiaolangjun" Liu Yang doesn't understand this early morning, you can't find it, it is difficult to evaporate from the world.

"Find, keep looking, I don't believe that Lin Yan will not come back at night" Wang Xifeng was a little impatient, Lin Chaoge didn't go out early or late, why did he choose to go out at this juncture today.

Could it be that there are other goblins out there? So today? The more Wang Xifeng thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he was restless.

Anyway, where Lin Chaoge went early in the morning, no one knows.

Luoyang is most famous for its local snacks in addition to the scenery, with a wide variety of food, such as crayfish, Goubuli buns, and cross-bridge rice noodles.

In the early morning, the April breeze blew on his cheeks, and the water was blue.

The sky has just dawned, the night is about to fade in exchange for day, the dawn of the morning light slowly awakens the sleeping creatures, the lively night of insects and birds has stopped, in exchange for the boring sound calling.

Although it is already April, the morning air is still a little cold, and the old man in the lake is holding a bamboo pole and a hood on his head, rowing a flat boat to take the guests up the stream.

Lin Chaoge was in the middle of the city, and the bustling crowd was endless.

Listening to the sound of selling in your ears and the smell of food, this is the real smell of life.

"Steamed buns, freshly baked, hot steamed buns".

"Fried stinky tofu, fried stinky tofu, it smells stinky and tastes good, it doesn't smell and doesn't need money."

"Baked cakes, Wu Dalang baked cakes, five pennies a piece."

The streets were filled with the shouts and shouts of hawkers throughout the morning.

Bluestone Lane, Four Seasons Begonia, Green Silk is Ink, Green Shirt is in the Painting, Miss Elegant Holds an Oil Paper Umbrella and a Scholar Rafting on the Lake.

"Boss, I want that" Lin Chaoge looked at the rock sugar gourd covered with a layer of golden syrup exuding an attractive fragrance in the sun, and the red and gorgeous hawthorn was like a layer of golden honey, and his sensitive nose seemed to be able to smell the sweetness.

"Haole, the guest officer gives it to you" The stall owner is a middle-aged man forty miles away, with a dark complexion and a somewhat fat body, wearing the usual black short clothes, dark blue coats, and two mustaches, and he looks very amiable, probably because of his round face.

On the side of the street, there are many restaurants and teahouses, children who have not gone to school chase each other and play with each other, and many men who have not been separated from each other wear white hats, alone or with their families.

Lin Chaoge stretched out his hand to take it, gave the money and left.

"An officer is coming"

This sound is like a stone thrown into the surface of a calm and undulating turquoise lake, setting off a wave.

In less than a few minutes, the whole street has already run without half a person, some are just the wind blowing the leaves, rolling up a piece of oily paper packets, and the stinky tofu fried in the pot gradually turns from golden yellow to dark yellow, making a 'stained' sound.

At that time, a pair of men and horses were ushered in at the gate of the city, all dressed in casual clothes, with flying clothes, holding folding fans and swords at their waists.

Li Yuan and the others did not go with the army, but chose to take the first step, at that time riding a horse just entered the city gate, and saw a person running towards them quickly from a distance, as if there were jackals, tigers and leopards chasing after them.

"Hey, what's going on up ahead," the soldier closest to him thoughtfully stopped the man who was about to run out, asking the exit.

Luoyang is divided into three gates: west, north and south, and what they are in at the moment is the north gate.

Less than a few steps into the city gate, you can feel the strong friendly and quiet atmosphere, the catkins in the city are fluttering, and the fragrance of acacia flowers enters a hundred homes.

In the courtyard, a few wisps of fallen leaves driven by a breeze floated from nowhere, delicate and lovely centrifugal lotus, poppies gently stretched their branches and leaves, and bloomed a few light-colored buds.

Night

Bai Qingxing went out tonight, and now he hasn't returned yet.

The window lattice on the moon, the branches are pulled out and jointed, the sky is plain white, the night wind of the acacia moon is swaying, the flowers and leaves are squirming, and the twilight is meager .

Lin Chaoge lay in the toilet tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and then got up and lit an oil lamp in the room, where the worn-out books that had been placed at the bottom of the pressure box in front of him were carefully grinded.

"Knock knock" The mahogany paint door knocked a few times, and the sound of a man's beads falling on the jade plate sounded.

"Come in".

When the visitor heard this, he stopped beating again, pushed open the door, and walked slowly on the smooth floor with black satin and white shoes.

"Lin Yan, it's me."

"This big night, why are you here" Lin Chaoge was a little stunned, and the hand holding the pen paused.

Just after Wang Xifengzi, the whole person was in a hurry to push open the wooden door of Lin Chaoge's bedroom. On a vermilion-lacquered wooden tray is a white crane with bright wings like a cup and a bowl.

"Lin Chaoge, this is the first time I've cooked by myself, how about you taste it" Wang Xifeng didn't answer her question, went straight to the table and sat down, and lifted the lid.

Lin Chaoge looked at the big bowl full of unknown objects in front of him, and said that it was noodles? In fact, it should be a large gnocchi to be reasonable.

Steaming hot, the milky white noodle soup floats with several large sections of green onion and coriander, red pepper, and brown beef as side dishes.

"What is this?" Lin Chaoge was a little puzzled, why did she bring her a bowl of noodles in the middle of the night, she was not hungry???

"Lin Yan, you stupid, how can you be so careless that you even forgot your birthday, if you don't have me, what will you do in the future!" Wang Xifeng picked up the ramen noodles and put them on the table, quite hating that iron is not steel, this elm head is probably stupid to read.

"Really? Thank you" Lin Chaoge has been busy with the plot and homework for the big and small exams every day since he wore the book, and he didn't know when the original owner's birthday was, but this person had a heart, and his heart was warm.

"Thank you," Lin Yan stretched out his hand to take the carved ivory chopsticks handed over.

"Wait, did you wash your hands just now" Wang Xifeng hesitated and looked at her hand and spoke.

"No" Lin Chaoge hurriedly shook her head, what is the relationship between eating and washing her hands, and her hands are not dirty.

"No, this is the first time I've cooked in my life, so I have to be grand."

"Oh, well!"

Waiting for Lin Chaoge to wash his hands casually outside the door, and wiped his face by the way, he took the ivory chopstick handed over by Wang Xifeng and grabbed the smallest piece of the entrance at random.

In the mouth, before I had time to taste it, I hurriedly swallowed it, poured a large mouthful of tea into my throat, rinsed my mouth, and tasted it.

How so? What does it taste like? It is full of mixed tastes of life, bitter and salty, salty and salty in one bite, and has a spicy choking nose and sour sourness.

"Lin Yan, is it delicious?" Wang Xifeng stared at Lin Chaoge's every move nervously with restless eyes, and his hands that were burned by firewood while cooking were uneasy to communicate with each other.

"Well, it's delicious, it's delicious" Lin Chaoge took the first bite, but he really didn't have the courage to try the second bite, just a pair of pitiful and expectant eyes from Wang Xifeng on the side.

There is also the thought of the eldest young master in front of him who does not touch the spring water, stretches out his hand for clothes, and opens his mouth for food, and is willing to wash his hands and make soup for her birthday.

It's just that the hand holding the chopsticks doesn't listen to the call, and has its own ideas.

Finally, when Lin Chaoge fell for the fifth time, Wang Xifeng suddenly wanted to reach out and snatch the ivory chopsticks among the Lin Chao singers.

"What are you doing?" said the hen guard, holding the bowl bigger than her face, her face full of vigilance.

"Then you give me a taste" Wang Xifeng was a little unconvinced, and when he wanted to reach out and grab it, there were obvious red, swollen and blister wounds on the tiger's mouth, as well as large and small wounds.

Apparently how much thought went into making this bowl of noodles.

Lin Chaoge was afraid that Wang Xifeng would not die, so he hurriedly picked up a piece of big gnocchi in the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth, and even his face was distorted and discolored.

"Lin Yan, if you like this in the future, I can do it for you every day" Wang Xifeng's face was shy, more because of Lin Chaoge's praise, as if he had ignited some strange skill?

"Don't, it's good to have such a delicacy once" Lin Chaoge had already eaten until his teeth were sour, and his stomach acid couldn't help but flow back, this kind of torture was good once in his life.

Sure enough, Lin Chaoge ran to the toilet three times in the middle of the night, making his legs and feet weak, and his face was pale.

If she had known that, she shouldn't have eaten it all!!

Wang Xifeng looked at Lin Chaoge because of the bumps and fatigue for many days, a thick layer of cyan appeared under her eyes, and there were bloodshot bloodshots in her pure black and white eyes, and she couldn't help but feel distressed.

Stretch out your hand and touch the hand of another person, smile at it, and know what that person wants to say without words.