Lin Chaoge raised his eyes and looked at the snowy outside the house, the Spring Festival is approaching, the day after tomorrow is the day of rest, and the Spring Festival is a long holiday together, most of the students in the school are not there today, and the rest is that there are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkey is called the king.

Ruixue is a good year, and the red plum is reported for the new year.

On the case, the two red couplets on each book chic and handsome font, the sky is gray and bright, I don't know how many blessing words Bai Qingxing has written to stop the pen and look at it for a long time, pick up the pen with a wave of the help of God, not for a while, a new couplet was born.

Bai Qingxing stood in front of the table and looked left and right, the tip of the ink pen was hanging in the air, and he always thought that something was missing, and the ink was stained with a large piece, but he couldn't think of a reason, but he listened to Lin Chaoge and Wang Xifeng because they disliked each other, and their eyes were half-drooping to cover a haze.

"Lin Chaoge, how many times has this young master said it, your Spring Festival couplets are reversed, and your hooves are made by hand." Wang Xifeng, who was standing aside with sticky rice and didn't feel a backache, frowned.

Wang Xifeng looked at the two pairs of door couplets in front of the door, a good Fu character was wrinkled into a decaying character, frowned slightly, picked up the sticky rice paper scattered all over the ground, and hurriedly tore off the couplet.

"Where, my post isn't quite artistic." Lin Chaoge slapped away the hands that wanted to reach out and tear up, turned around and jumped off the small bench, and glanced at the Spring Festival couplets he pasted, it seemed, really, probably, quite ugly!

"Hmph, Young Master Ben said that you still don't ...... the two of you." When Wang Xifeng turned around, the singer of the Lin Dynasty inadvertently shook, and the sticky rice porcelain bowl that he was holding steadily in his hand was like a goddess scattering flowers falling one after another.

Lin Chaoge, who couldn't react, thought it was snowing in the sky, so he stretched out his tongue and licked it, the taste was wrong? Slimy and rice-thick?

"Wang Xifeng !!"

"I didn't mean to, you have the ability to do anything to me." Wang Xifeng grimaced at it and hurriedly ran away.

was unintentional, and he was charged with a long-planned crime.

"Bastard, don't run!" His face, hair, and clothes were all stained with sticky rice, and Lin Chaoge, who was not embarrassed, half-squatted in the snow, grabbed a handful of snow, and crumpled it into a snowball and smashed it towards Wang Xifeng.

"It's a fool not to run." The two of you come and go, snowballs are flying wildly, and not many other people who are itching to see it join the snowball team.

"Go, go, you two are making trouble here individually." Chu Shen, who was writing Spring Festival couplets, had a dark and calm face, and he couldn't stand it, and the two broke their sleeves in front of them to show affection and wave their hands to drive people away.

After a busy morning, the door of the wooden window corridor is pasted with new couplets and upside-down blessings, and even the dead wood branches are hung with small red lanterns, at a glance, the red, white, and extraordinarily conspicuous.

In the evening, more than ten young men sat around, and the four corners of the room were placed to burn a hot carbon fire, warm and baking as if they were in the spring field, holding a white porcelain round-bottomed Fulu double full bowl in their hands, and their eyes were staring at the gurgling hot pot.

In the middle of winter, the snow is as heavy as a mat outside the house, and the school members sit around the hall to eat pots while the master is out.

One of the rosewood eight immortal tables, the charcoal fire is sizzling, the soup is boiling, the brass pot is bubbling and bubbling, the bottom of the pot is stacked with cabbage, radish, dried mushrooms and dried bamboo shoots sent from the hometown are soaked and full, poured into the pot in one go, and a layer of chicken and duck meat, pork bones is spread on top, and then gold and silver egg dumplings, fish cakes, quail eggs, fried lotus root balls, dotted with some soft mushroom rolls, layer by layer, make up a big pot of hodgepodge, the soup is thick and white, the taste is sweet, and it is about to overflow.

In the steaming red oil, Lin Chaoge stood up, rolled up his sleeves, revealing a small piece of snow-white wrist, and sandwiched a piece of chopsticks and meat into his own bowl.

"Smack! Before the meat slice entered his mouth, a chopstick suddenly came out.

Wang Xifeng!! What are you doing. Anger was on the verge of collapse, Lin Chaoge glanced at the empty chopsticks, the slices of meat on them had long been gone, his face turned red with anger, and the white smoke rising from the hot pot made his whole little face beautiful and lovely.

"The piece of meat of the Lin turtle is clearly put in by Young Master Ben just now!" Wang Xifeng's face suddenly turned red, spreading to the roots of her ears, and her mouth was still chewing on the flesh she had snatched from her bowl.

"Okay, you two perform individually in front of us single dogs, beating is kissing, scolding is love."

"One piece per person, the days are prosperous, and you will hold a big fat boy in the coming year." Liu Baoru was not afraid of death with the chopsticks that he had bitten in his mouth, and he took a piece of dipping pork belly and put it on their white flowery rice, cracked eight teeth and smiled, and there was a green onion on it.

Lin Chaoge: ..........

Wang Xifeng: ..........

"Click" no one paid attention to sit aside, Bai Qingxing's chopsticks broke sound, maybe the sound was too small, this is insignificant, no one cares.

"Come on, don't get drunk tonight." Liu Baoru, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, took out the breeze and smiled that he had hidden in the morning, and filled it with a cup per person.

A glass of wine is frolicking, and it's not lively.

In the middle of the moon, the wine was half drunk, and the young men around the hot pot were drunk and dreamed of death one by one holding the wine jars, and fell asleep soundly, I don't know what year it is.

Lin Chaoge, who had been poured a lot of wine, had a crimson face, the indoor wine was sky-high, and it was too stuffy, I don't know whose cloak he tore, pushed open the door, and stepped on the snow with heavy cotton boots, leaving a series of different shades of footsteps.

"Lin Yan!"

“？？？” Suddenly hearing the unfamiliar name of the original body, Lin Chaoge, who had poured a lot of wine, was a little confused, and couldn't react for a while, standing in the snow in a daze, watching Xiao Yuzi, who should have appeared in Chang'an, approaching step by step, completely forgetting his reaction.

The snow is a painting, the red clothes are like a demon, and the ink hair is like the night.

"I've been happy with you for a long time." The chaotic brain, which was already stimulated by alcohol, suddenly came to such a puzzling sentence.

Time stood still for a moment, and even the air froze a little, so quiet that Lin Chaoge could hear the sound of beating in his chest.

The snow was still falling, and after a while, it turned into goose feather snow, fluttering in the wind, and the sky and earth became a white expanse. Yingying is in the water, and the pulse is silent.

A second, three seconds, ten seconds passed, and the imaginary rejection, rage, and cynicism did not ring in my ears.

With the fireworks blooming at the foot of the mountain, the soft touch on the cold lip flaps, the elegant and delicious orchid fragrance invades the nose, and the dexterous wet tongue keeps painting the diamond-shaped lips.

Xiao Yuzi hugged lightly, and hurriedly hugged the person into his arms, hugging the jasmine fragrance, the wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, maybe it is the sultry night tonight.

He lowered his head and gently kissed the red lips that had been coveted for a long time, and licked his lips, just as he imagined to be sweet.

At first, he just tasted it away, and then it became crazy and sloppy.

"Jun is also pleased with you." The cold, magnetic voice was so small that it was almost inaudible.

Groove !!

In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu.