There is a saying that Cang Liao knows etiquette and knows honor and disgrace when he has enough food and clothing. The famine swept away Cai Wenji's elegance, and at the same time took away her dignity, the soft knife hurt her life the most terrible, and the frog in the warm water died like this. After a full meal, Cai Wenji at this time no longer had the intention of pestering Zuo Yuya. Even the maid beside her quietly left her, accustomed to the life of fine clothes and food, and for a while it was difficult to swallow the coarse rice with strange taste and bitterness, and the coarse rice gradually disappeared. Like a poor little rabbit, she curled up, clinging to the only half of the bark bun, and the bookish charm was gone. At the moment, she just wanted to live, only someone could save her, and she didn't ask if he was a prince on a white horse or a horse leader.

The merry uncle Zhong Miao is very greedy for this pretty widow, since he met Cai Wenji on the Shangsi Festival, Zhong Miao was impressed by her noble and elegant temperament, and he looked for opportunities to get acquainted many times. Cai Wenji and this majestic man have always maintained a lukewarm relationship. Zhong Xuan still insisted on his actions, waiting for a turnaround. He was not arrogant to this beloved woman, he had already surrendered in her elegance, and always tried to restrain the fire, cared for her, and accompanied her. Today he came to her cottage again.

Looking at Wen Ji's pitiful appearance, his heart also felt pain, and he even wanted all these tortures to come towards him, as long as he gave him the original richness of the goddess. He hadn't been able to get anything decent since he offered food in October, and now it was rations that he didn't want to eat. even risked ridicule to queue up to receive relief porridge, and ridiculed that behind his footsteps was the love that was supported.

He walked over to her bedside, lifted up her emaciated body, and let her lean into his arms. said to himself: "Wen Ji, you can eat some, it's all that greedy Guo Tu, what kind of food offering, so that everyone has nothing to eat." That's all my ration now. You eat a little, and if you don't eat, you can really die. Today's noon, I brought it to you again, I know you are not used to it, many people now only drink relief porridge, I also lowered my head, it is estimated that in a few days Xun Yu Chen Qun will also lower his noble head and go to the queue. What could be more important than being alive. ”

Cai Wenji has been the only one who has cared for her in this strange place, in the famine, and no behavior can move her more than the scene at this moment, although she usually doesn't look down on him. This kind of waiting with life can be called a real great love, and it warms Wen Ji's heart. At this moment, he gradually became majestic in Cai Wenji's eyes. Little by little, it surpasses Xun Yu, Guo Jia, and Zuo Yuya. She began to obediently nibble on the cold dry bun, ticking, ticking, and shedding tears!

Zhong Xuan saw that she had some strength, and said warmly: "Don't worry, I'll go make a fire and boil some hot water, soak it will be better to swallow, eat more comfortably, I have another one here, we are not afraid, we still have to eat!" Zhong Xuan struggled to get up, his body was bent, and his legs were dragged. Make a fire, warm as love.

Cai Wenji's nose was sour, and her tears were like raindrops. Although Zhong Xuan is not as vigorous as before, and the famine has taken away his strength, but in Wen Ji's eyes, he has not taken away his love, and at this moment, he feels that he has become greater.

He tore the steamed bun little by little, until half of it was left for her, which couldn't help but remind him of the pot helmet yokan in Chang'an City, but it wasn't after all, and tried to crush it and throw it in a bowl, rinse it with hot water, a small spoon, a small spoon, and feed Cai Wenji carefully, lest a drop fall. Although Guo Jia did the same action to Zuo Yuya, it was far less touching than here, except for Zuo Yuya's personal feelings. After Zhong Xuan's tongue stirred in his mouth, he said with a smile: "You imagine that the yokan pot helmet we once ate together, the delicious oil, will soon be able to eat these, beautiful." ”

After finishing speaking, Zhong Miao licked the greasy appearance on the side of his mouth, Cai Wenji smiled, and said: "This is better than any yokan pot helmet, this is the most luxurious meal I have eaten in my life, the taste of love is strong, it will make me nostalgic thousands of times, and you can also taste the taste of this." ”

Zhong Xuan licked it from his mouth and continued to feed her, he regarded these as precious elixirs, hoping to nourish her life. Wen Ji's messy clothes and scattered hair didn't seem to be able to hide her former look, and her soul seemed to have returned to the world, coming to the two of them, seeing this scene, her soul could no longer leave, Zhong Xuan looked at her slowly.

At this moment, Cai Wenji's body is fed, her emotions are fed, and her physical food and clothing are missing. She asked Zhong Xuan to eat the rest of the buns, she wanted to give herself to him without regrets, she didn't know how long she could live in the future, she just hoped to have it at this moment.

Zhong Xuan excused herself and said that it was dinner for her. Cai Wenji said faintly: "You elm head, my body is not so weak, I am very strong, but the empty heart makes people sad and afraid, you look like you haven't eaten for a long time, eat the rest quickly." I wish you could hug me tenderly. ”

Zhong Xuan understood, his goddess was waving to him, and listening to the voice was sweet. When this life was like a candle in the wind, they fell in love. He quickly swallowed the bun like a bad old man eating a rejuvenation elixir, quickly lifted the quilt, ripped off his coat, ripped off the pink belly pocket, and swept off the obscene pants of unknown color, as if he was struggling against time, everything was as sharp as peeling onions. Cai Wenji was surprised, it seemed to be more familiar than herself, the quick action, whether it was the longing of the morning and twilight or the veteran of the flowers, it was too late to think about it, let the touched heart fly with her at this moment, let the dry heart moisten the rain and dew, otherwise this kind of life would make her die here, she didn't want to be a ghost. If the end is a death, no matter what, you have to die happily. Literati and writers always like to make everything artistic, and even such ordinary things make my generation feel as if they are in the scene, as if they are in a hearty battle.

This is the beginning of the legend of Zhong Xuanyan's ghost, and the love of people and ghosts has always been a beautiful legend.