The stall was set up by an old man, with kind eyebrows and good intentions. His wontons don't have any unique recipes, just a bowl of wontons that have been made day in and day out for decades. Rain or shine, go to this official road to set up a stall, a small business can't make a few dollars, and people can support their families when people come and go.

As soon as the little wontons were boiled in the iron pot, they became white and fat, and the little old man stood by the pot and waited, humming an unknown tune, and one person and one pot were extremely harmonious.

Scoop up a spoonful of wontons, roll them into a bowl, pour on the fragrant bone broth, float a layer of verdant green onions, and Xiangnan Gongyan's index finger moves.

Nangong Yan took a bite of a small wonton, didn't care about burning his mouth, only blew a few times, and pulled it into his mouth.

Nangong Yan ate deliciously, sweating a little on his forehead, and when he didn't stop, there was already a stack of bowls on the table.

Seeing that someone was eating so happily, Yan Wu was also very appetizing, and what she had at hand just cooled.

Nangong Yan drank herbal tea and rested comfortably.

The old man's wife came to pick him up: "The old man is not tired, it's time to go home." ”

The old man slowly packed up his things, and his tone implied reproach: "Today's harvest is not very good. I'll just walk back by myself, what is the old woman doing when she comes to pick me up? ”

The old woman was worried about the thin money bag, smiling, and the wrinkles on her face spread serenely, "Today's harvest is really good. ”

They talked about some parents' shortcomings, and the little old man couldn't help but complain a little about life, but the old woman just praised him, and praised him so that his thin and rough face blushed a little, and he became happy.

Nangong Yan looked at them intently, he felt a kind of bland happiness, a kind of love that was in love with each other, Yan Yan also put down her chopsticks and watched quietly.

Yan Wu left a silver ingot, and Nangong Yan led the horse in some silence. Yan Wan tilted her head and asked him, "Why are you nosy?" ”

Nangong Yan healed the dark injuries and losses on the old couple, which can ensure that they are disease-free and pain-free in their old age.

Nangong Yan smiled, and changed his words: "You see that this mortal has a happy life. ”

Yan Wu was noncommittal.

"Look at them for a lifetime, how good it is!" Nangong Yan had such an understanding for the first time, if he only loves one person in his life, then his heart is also full.

Nangong Yan thought of reality and thought of that possibility: "Your partner, would you ask him like that?"

"If I have a partner, of course he can only have me."

"What about your partner?" Yan Wu is such a domineering person, of course she will monopolize her partner. A trace of pain flashed in Nangong Yan's eyes, but will she only have one of her partners?

Yan Wu thought about it, and was a little soft-hearted: "I will only have him alone?" ”

At that moment, it was as if the flowers in my heart had bloomed. Yan Wu is such a person who respects him and treats him sincerely.

Nangong Yan actually felt a little sorry for Yan Yan, her words really touched him.

"What about you, will you only have one of your fiancées?"

Oh, she didn't mean anything to him. Nangong Yan thought indifferently.

"Not my fiancée." Nangong Yan was vague.

Yan Yan's beautiful eyes were full of doubts, but Nangong Yan didn't look at her, he didn't want to say more.

"Let's go, let's go back."

Before leaving, some passers-by sang and babbled: "Like a beautiful flower, like a year of water." ”

After a long time, the voice of the pedestrian became farther and farther away, until it disappeared: "You say that love and love are unswerving, but it is just a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water......"