At night, I can't see the distance clearly, the near part of the ground is the white snow, and in the distance you can see the stars and the moon gathered together.

Gu Nan sat beside Duanmuqing, and the heat wafting from the bowl hit his face, making his somewhat cold face seem to have something melted, bringing warmth.

"No." Gu Nan handed a bowl in his hand to Duanmu Qing.

"Thank you." Duanmu Qing lowered his head and took the bowl and looked at the contents of the bowl.

In a bowl of white soup, there are some white balls, touch them with a spoon, and gently scoop one up.

The round ball lying in the spoon is also a little good-looking, with a slight mist.

"What, what?"

Duanmu Qing asked.

Gu Nan had already started to eat, and ate the glutinous rice balls in the spoon into his mouth in one bite.

Although she doesn't know how to make anything to eat, this thing just needs to be wrapped and put in some sugar, which is quite simple.

It is worth mentioning that at this time, the caramel was still a little hard, and the kitchen knife could not cut it, so she used Wugrid to make small pieces.

When the glutinous rice balls are bitten into the mouth, the sesame paste inside flows out with syrup, dripping in the mouth, and the light fragrant sweetness is accompanied by a slight hotness, which makes people unconsciously squint their eyes.

With a breath, a fog condensed in the cold air and dispersed.

Hearing Duanmuqing's question, Gu Nan also remembered that although there was already a Lantern Festival in the Western Han Dynasty, there was no custom of eating glutinous rice balls, so he casually pulled a lie that was not a lie, and said with a light smile.

"This is called tangyuan, which is a custom in my hometown, and every year during the Lantern Festival, the family will come back to eat this together, symbolizing the meaning of reunion."

Gu Nan said, and continued to eat another one, she liked to eat these sweet things in her previous life. Every year during the Lantern Festival, although she has no family, she will cook some rice balls to eat alone.

"Reunion?"

Duanmuqing knew about the Lantern Festival, which was a festival used to worship Taiyi, but she didn't know that the Lantern Festival also meant reunion.

"That's right." Gu Nan raised his head and pointed in the direction of the moon: "You see, the moon is very round, in my hometown, every time at this time, the family will come back to reunite no matter where they are." ”

She said these words with a nostalgic smile on her face.

It was given to her by her teacher at the orphanage, and she always believed these words when she was young, so every year she would wait for the moon to turn round.

It's just that no one comes every year, and then she doesn't believe in these nonsense anymore.

For a while, she thought that the teacher was lying to her, but later she realized that she didn't even have a home at all. Even if you want to go home, where can you go back?

Will the family come back, Duanmu Qing didn't know what she remembered, and a light smile appeared on her face.

"Gu, Gu Nan, the customs of your hometown are very, very good."

"Why do you say that?" Gu Nan asked while eating rice balls.

Duanmu Qing's tone was a little vague: "Dear, my relatives will come back, I'm very happy, right?" ”

Gu Nan paused, and then nodded with a smile.

"Yes, I think I'm happy."

She snorted at the spoon in Duanmu Qing's hand.

"Don't just say, eat and see, it's delicious."

Duanmu Qing slowly put the rice balls into his mouth, and the sweet taste filled it, and whispered.

"It's delicious."

Gu Nan smiled: "Yes." ”

The two sat in the snow and ate.

There was silence in the night, and Duanmu Qing suddenly asked, "Gu Nan, Ming, next year, are you still there?" ”

Gu Nan had some doubts and stopped his spoon.

"What's wrong?"

"No, no, I just thought, you, you are so good at swordsmanship, and you know so many things. You, you said that you want to collect a hundred schools of thought. So, I thought, are you going to leave after you finish your studies? ”

Duanmu Qing rarely said such long words, she finished intermittently, bowing her head and eating rice balls.

"Do you still want to eat glutinous rice balls next year?" The answer from the side was not what was asked.

Duanmuqing raised her head to look at Gu Nan, and looked away her eyes slightly: "Yes." ”

Gu Nan raised his shoulders and said with a smile: "Then I'll do it for you next year." ”

Duanmu Qing's eyes were stunned for a moment, and then his eyebrows relaxed.

"Okay."

The light fog made everything in front of him seem hazy.

The bright moon that night was flawless, and although it was not yet the Lantern Festival, it seemed to be quite round.

Every year, there are only two appearances, one is a long desert wasteland, and the other is a vast snow.

So sometimes it makes people feel that they can't tell the time and the years.

The misty wasteland stretched as far as the eye could see, but it seldom changed, and often in the endless desert stood a few dead trees, with desolate branches, without branches and leaves, and standing bare.

The occasional roll of hay could not stand, and was blown up by the wind and turned over the wasteland.

Gu Nan accompanied Duanmuqing to collect medicine outside, and there was often only yellow sand in her eyes, Duanmuqing could always find a place where medicinal herbs and vegetation grew, and she was familiar with this place, and she didn't know how long she had lived here alone.

When she had nothing to do, Gu Nan took a bamboo slip and wrote the Qimen Dunjia she made up on the barren slope alone. She can't finish writing a book, and she still has a bad taste for every few more volumes, giving the name of a single book.

For example, there is a book that records some simple chemical knowledge and climatic phenomena called Taiping Yaoshu.

A book that records the doctrine of Duanmu Qing's Chinese medicine and some vague theories of modern medicine is called the Qing Bao Book.

Some of these books are titles from ancient legends, and some are titles that have been lost in later generations.

She didn't know if the predecessors who really wrote those books would get up in anger.

Or when those later people found that their names were occupied when they were writing their own essays, would they scold her behind their backs?

She's just writing and playing.

She herself has some half-understanding of many things in it, basic, she tries to write in detail, but the more in-depth, the more vague she writes.

I don't know if this set of books will be seen by any unlucky person if it circulates in the future, and if I do, I'm afraid I'll have to study the content on my own while studying.

I don't know how many years have passed, but I can see that only the wind is rolling the yellow sand and passing, as if it has passed day after day.

And the bamboo slips she finished writing were almost piled up in a bamboo frame, which should have not been touched for a long time, and it was also covered with a thin layer of dust.

Maybe it's months, maybe it's more than a year, maybe it's years.

An army of tens of thousands of people passed through the wasteland, the horses' hooves and armor boots trampled on the yellow sand on the ground, and the dust made it impossible to see the faces of the soldiers, but by looking at the armor, you could see that they were Han soldiers.

The young general in front of the army looked into the distance attentively, the army was just passing by and would not stay for long.