Arriving at the end of the year, Xiao Er of Li Cun Restaurant finished arranging the wine and food ordered by the guests, and went to Li Qinghe's house again to send the last month of this year.

Today, every household in Li Village is decorated with lanterns, and even if it is a poor family, they have to buy two pieces of red paper and paste them in front of their doors to celebrate their lives.

Li Qinghe did not go to the restaurant to book a table, so he cooked a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner alone at his own home.

Now that he has the business of the restaurant, he naturally no longer needs to plant some grains in the field, but instead allows him to plant some vegetables, and he saves a lot during the autumn harvest.

After serving two bowls of rice and covering some vegetables, Li Qinghe respectfully lit two sticks of incense, which was regarded as worshipping his parents.

Sitting alone in the hall, looking at the still empty courtyard, silently sandwiching vegetables.

Chang'an has been gone for almost two years, and I don't know how I'm doing in Taihe Mountain, there won't be only vegetarian dishes on the mountain.

Thinking of this, Li Qinghe shook his head, looked at the medicinal soup next to the table and sighed.

Lychee hasn't been here for a long time, I don't know what happened to her leg injury, Qing'er has been here twice, but they all came secretly, and they all hope that he can go to see Lychee.

Li Qinghe hesitated, he hadn't seen Lychee since then, and since he saw that purse, he still didn't understand Lychee's mind.

can be the talented and beautiful woman in Mr. Storyteller's mouth, and the boudoir in Chang'an's mouth, those protagonists either fall in love at first sight or fall in love for a long time.

It's one thing to listen and watch, it's another thing to feel it in your heart, Li Qinghe understands Lychee's heart, but he can't understand Lychee's feelings.

For him, reading books to find new ideas, and harvesting new vegetables in the field is already his happiest thing.

There was a feeling of boredom in his heart, and the vegetables in his mouth were like a fish in his throat, Li Qinghe put down the dishes and chopsticks, took out the lychee from his arms and embroidered the mandarin duck purse with his own hands, stared at it for a long time, remembering Li Changan's previous, but now he feels like the words of a saint.

......

"Qinghe, I suggest you read this book, I bought it from the city, and there is nothing more beautiful than this. ”

"What kind of book is this?"

I used to envy the stories of you and me the most, but now I don't look down on those people who don't like to hook up with each other, walk the rivers and lakes with countless reputations, and have a number of confidants, this kind of person is a typical villain. ”

"But what do I think...... This Sancai Sword is what you are talking about, huh?"

"I don't understand, the book has its own rumors and unspeakable beauty, in the words of Mr., don't say anything indecent, tsk!"

But the gentleman also said that it should not be disrespectful. ”

"Smack......

......

A gust of cold wind blew into the hall, Li Qinghe shivered, got up and came to the side room, picked up a pen and wrote two words on the paper: Don't read.

Then he put it in his purse and ran out of the house to the west of the village.

Halfway through, Li Qinghe stopped, looked at Qing'er running on the other side, and gasped for breath.

"Li Gongzi!"

"Qing'er, why are you ......?"

"Miss asked me to give this to you and said, Happy New Year. ”

As she spoke, Qing'er opened the package in her arms, which was a Confucian shirt.

"Lychee ......"

"Gongzi Li, Miss asked me to ask you, are you going to participate in the imperial examination after the year?"

Li Qinghe was stunned for a moment, clutching his purse in his hand, his lips trembled, and he said for a long time: "Go, I will leave for the county tomorrow." ”

"Then ......" Qing'er stopped talking.

"You give this to Lychee. ”

Li Qinghe stuffed his purse and turned away without looking back.

In the middle of the night, Li House

Lychee's father and aunt were celebrating the New Year, and Lychee was sitting alone in the room, wearing a long red dress with a spread skirt like a bright flower.

Her face was pale, her legs ached faintly, and her slender fingers opened the purse, and the paper fell to the ground, and the side with the words was opened face up.

"Don't read it. ”

He ...... That's what you said?"

"Yes, Li Gongzi said that he will leave for the county tomorrow to catch up with this year's spring exam. ”

"The spring exam is in March, what are you going to do in the first month......" Lychee stared blankly at the white paper on the ground.

"Miss, Gong Li ......"

"Don't call him Li Gongzi, he will definitely be able to pass the exam, and he will be called Mr. in the future. ”

On the second day, every family in Li Village got up early in the morning to visit each other's neighbors and relatives.

Li Qinghe washed his face at home, and according to the bronze mirror sent by Lychee, he carefully tied his hair into a bun.

He took out the box from the well, put the silver in his arms, tied the package behind him, turned his head to look at the Taoist book that could not be taken away on the kang, hesitated, gave up the Tao Te Ching, and rolled the Dongling Sutra around his waist.

looked around the yard where he had lived for twenty years, touched the ancestral hoe, and carefully locked the courtyard door, which was also the first time since his father's death.

Taking a breath of the early morning mist, Li Qinghe did not leave the village immediately, but first went to the field, squatted down and patted the ground.

"I'm leaving, you can grow whatever you want, weeds are fine, don't waste it. ”

After speaking, he returned the same way, intending to leave directly, and when he passed by the crazy woman holding a puppet who was selling wine, Li Qinghe quietly put some broken silver on the table.

But when I passed by the gate of my yard, I met Qing'er again.

Li Gong ...... Mr. Li, are you leaving so early?"

"Lychee called you?"

"Miss asked me to give this to you, saying that you will definitely be able to pass the test. ”

Before the words fell, Qing'er took out a whisk of dust behind him with red eyes, the white whisk carried the sprinkling of people outside the square, and four small words were engraved on the wooden pole: Qingyun straight up.

"Thank you Lychee for me. ”

Li Qinghe nodded, took the dust and walked forward, walking dozens of steps, Qing'er behind him suddenly shouted:

"Sir, are you coming back?"

"Come back ......"

"That'...... How long does the dust last?"

Li Qinghe was stunned: "If you are careful, it will be more than ten years." ”

"Remember to come back when you're done with it, Miss said, she'll make it for you again!"

"Remembered. ”

Li Qinghe nodded, his pace did not slow down, and he thought that at that time, it was time for Lychee to get married.

Li Qinghe left, but Qing'er was still standing in place, tears rolling in her eyes, remembering that she got up early in the morning to fetch water and wanted to serve the young lady to wash and groom herself, but as soon as she pushed open the door, the copper basin in her hand fell to the ground.

In the room, the young lady's favorite green silk had white hair scattered all over the floor, replaced by a whisk of dust placed at the door.

"Li Gongzi, you shouldn't be such a ......"

......

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, a strange young man walked out of Li Village, wearing a Confucian shirt, but holding a whisk in his hand, with a little guilt on his face.

When Li Qinghe stepped out of Li Village, Mr. Chen sighed in the courtyard of his home, tied the rolled up note to the pigeon's legs, and gently let it go.

Then a person returned to the main room, looked at the word 'gentleman' on the table that he had just written, and tore it to shreds.