Yang Zhen woke up to the sound of firecrackers, it was the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, the weather was very good, and the sunlight penetrated into the room through the pasted window, shining warmly in people's hearts. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

When Yang Zhen put on his clothes and walked out of the house, he saw Zhang Jingyun who was busy in the small room that served as a kitchen in the courtyard.

Traveling to this era, Yang Zhen has passed three years. Whether it was with Tang Feng and other brothers in Hangzhou, or the year with his brother Yang Chen in Zhuji later, he was not in Beijing now, and he was down-to-earth to celebrate the New Year with Zhang Jingyun, which is a feeling that only a family can give people.

It seemed that he felt Yang Zhen's gaze towards him, and Zhang Jingyun, who was happily and busily wrapping dumplings, suddenly had a pause, and then turned around with some joy and inevitably smiled sweetly at Yang Zhen with some joy and inevitably a little shyness: "Are you up?" Wait patiently a little longer, and you will be able to eat dumplings soon. ”

Looking at the woman in front of him who had changed into an emerald armor and looked particularly delicate in the sun, Yang Zhen was a little stunned for a while. If the scene just now made him feel at home, then this greeting made him feel even more that he was at home, and Zhang Jingyun was ......

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen also had a faint smile on his face: "We watched the New Year together last night, but you got up so early to cook, it's really hard for you." ”

"It's nothing, someone set off firecrackers in the morning, and I couldn't sleep while lying down, so I simply got up." Zhang Jingyun hurriedly said as if in defense, as for why she was in such a hurry to give such an explanation, she had to ask her heart.

Feeling a different kind of ambiguous emotion spreading between the two, Yang Zhen didn't know what to say, the two just looked at each other without saying a word, as if there were a thousand words, and it seemed that there was no need to say anything, just one eye contact was enough.

"Ahh......h

Yang Zhen, who also woke up, would not frown in the face of countless enemies and knives and guns, and Yang Zhen, who would not change his face even if he was injured, was a little anxious at this time, and hurriedly took a step forward, picked up Zhang Jingyun's hand that was splashed by the water and asked, "How is it, is it seriously injured?" ”

Being so cared for and greeted by the person she likes, Zhang Jingyun was naturally ashamed and happy, although there was some hot pain in her hands, but when she was held by Yang Zhen, she couldn't feel any pain, she just shook her head shyly: "No...... Nothing, no pain. As he spoke, his hand was not withdrawn from Yang Zhen's grasp, and he was allowed to hold it like this.

After carefully inspecting Zhang Jingyun's white and delicate little hands for a moment, and making sure that there were no injuries, Yang Zhen let go with confidence: "You, why are you still so frizzy, just like when I first met you on the boat." ”

"Hmph, was I frizzy back then?" Zhang Jingyun wrinkled her nose, very disapproving, and at the same time recalled the first time she met Yang Zhen on the canal. At that time, he was so hateful, he saw at a glance that he was his daughter's identity, and he actually broke it. Also, he looks so fierce and terrible when he kills, but somehow, such a fierce guy walked into his heart.

Yang Zhen smiled: "Of course, otherwise how could I see at a glance that you are a woman dressed as a man?" Don't look at you as a little Taoist attire, but in my eyes, it is full of flaws. ”

"Okay, I know that you have sharp eyes and great ability, okay!" Zhang Jingyun snorted, full of girlish coquettishness. Immediately, he screamed again in shock, and at the same time very simply pulled out his little hand from Yang Zhen's hand, quickly turned back to the pot, and complained in his mouth: "I blame you, I almost forgot to cook dumplings." If the water boils dry, you'll laugh at me again. ”

"Haha......" Her complaint was exchanged for another hearty laugh from Yang Zhen. Later, before Zhang Jingyun was angry again, he had withdrawn to the other side to fetch water and wash up very alertly.

After Yang Zhen finished washing up and moved his muscles a little, Zhang Jingyun brought a large bowl of dumplings to him. Yang Zhen hurriedly reached out to take it, picked one up and put it in his mouth and bit it gently, only to feel a fresh fragrance coming out of the broken dumpling skin, which was instantly diffuse, making people intoxicated.

Don't look at the dumplings made by Zhang Jingyun look the same as elsewhere, but they actually have a lot of promises. This skin is rolled out by her years of experience, flexible and delicious, this filling is mixed with several kinds of meat such as pig, sheep, fish and other vegetables purchased before, and mixed with some other vegetables, the umami is not comparable to ordinary dumplings. Of course, the value of such delicious dumplings is not something that ordinary people can afford, and only a person like Yang Zhen, who has tens of thousands of taels of silver as a base, dares to waste it like this.

"How's it going, is it delicious?" Seeing that Yang Zhen suddenly paused after eating a dumpling, Zhang Jingyun couldn't help but feel a little nervous. When you care about someone, it becomes extremely sensitive to whether you are acting well enough.

Yang Zhen chewed this fragrant dumpling and swallowed it, before shaking his head with a satisfied face and said: "To be honest, this is the best thing I have ever eaten in my life, even the imperial food for the emperor is not so delicious." ”

Zhang Jingyun was naturally overjoyed when he heard this, there was nothing more pleasing than getting praise from his sweetheart, but he still couldn't help but say: "Hmph, you are not honest when you hear this, how can you be a guard and eat the emperor's imperial meal?" ”

"You don't understand this...... Yang Zhen said and picked up a dumpling and chewed it in his mouth: "Almost all the meals in the palace are called imperial meals, but the emperor eats more delicately, so I also use imperial meals every day in the palace." ”

"Oh." Zhang Jingyun didn't know that this was completely Yang Zhen bragging, and she hadn't entered the palace, so she naturally didn't know what the facts were, and when she saw that Yang Zhen was serious, she believed it.

"Don't patronize me to eat, hurry up and serve a bowl, otherwise I'll be embarrassed." Yang Zhen reacted at this time, the girl herself hadn't eaten yet.

Being reminded by Yang Zhen, Zhang Jingyun thought of herself, and hurriedly filled a bowl of dumplings, and slowly ate them with Yang Zhen on the small square table in the courtyard. When she ate half a bowl, her expression suddenly changed, not only her eyes were a little red, but even some tears were rolling in her eyes.

When Yang Zhen saw it, he was also very nervous: "Jingyun, what's wrong with you?" It was fine just now, but how could it be like this in a blink of an eye? "I muttered unconsciously, isn't her aunt here? Of course, this is easy to say for future generations, but in this era, you can't joke around.

Zhang Jingyun looked at the half bowl of dumplings in front of him, and was silent for a long time before he sniffed and said: "I think of my grandfather, his old man likes to eat the dumplings I make the most, and it is not enough to eat two bowls every time." But now, I'm making dumplings here to eat, but I don't know how his old man is doing......"

As the saying goes, every festive season, Zhang Jingyun has been following her grandfather for many years, and now she is suddenly separated, and it is the first day of the Lunar New Year, which should be the day of family reunion, which naturally makes her miss it.

In this regard, all Yang Zhen could do was to comfort Zhang Jingyun in a whisper, saying that Zhang Daoren would definitely be safe, and now he might be eating dumplings somewhere, thinking about his granddaughter. After a long speech, Zhang Jingyun finally got better, sniffed again, and said, "Thank you...... Just made you laugh. ”

"What is this, how can I laugh at you? Don't say it's you, even I often think of my relatives......" Speaking of this, Yang Zhen's mood was also gloomy, in fact, his real relatives, no matter in his past life or present life, are now only Yang Chen, and he is not the most complete relative. In his previous life, his parents died early, otherwise he would not have been a mercenary and lived a life of licking blood with a knife; In this life, he originally had a brother who took care of him and loved him very much, but unfortunately, in that land-grabbing turmoil, Yang Chen had already changed people......

Fortunately, Yang Zhen is very good at controlling his emotions, and he knows that he can't infect the women around him anymore at this time, so he quickly restrained his mood and changed the topic with a smile: "By the way, I haven't asked you all the time, what is the origin of Zhang Daochang?" Why did he go to Miaodi in Guangxi this time? ”

Zhang Jingyun didn't expect him to ask this, and sure enough, he forgot his longing for his grandfather for a while, and after trying to recall it, he shook his head and said: "I have been traveling around with my grandfather since I was a child, and I really haven't asked him where we came from." However, people in many places know Grandpa and are very polite to him. As for why he went to Miaojiang this time, he didn't tell me, he only said that he was going to settle a grudge for decades......"

"Really? Unexpectedly, Zhang Daochang is also a legendary figure with many stories. It seems that I will have to ask him when I meet him again in the future. ”

"Hmph, do you think you'll say it if you ask grandpa?"

"He may not be willing to say if I ask, but if you ask me together, I think he will answer for the sake of his granddaughter."

"Why should I help you?"

"Won't you help me?"

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you!"

In this way, a pair of young people were fighting affectionately in the sun on the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, eating dumplings at the same time, and living a warm leisure time that was very rare for them.

And somewhere in the mountains thousands of miles away from Beijing, Zhang Daoren, who was dressed in dust, was handing over a letter to a person, and then resolutely re-embarked on the road, heading towards the end of that fate. There was no joy or sorrow on his face......