She stared at the set of incense-making tools in amazement.

In my memory, a picture vaguely emerged:

In the incense shop on the street of Jinling City, a young woman with a beautiful face is sitting behind a round table of pear blossoms.

The pair of slender jade hands like shallots slowly poured out the fragrant powder ground in the small stone mortar, weighed it on a small brass scale, and then poured it into a small white porcelain bowl.

A woman's silk embroidered plum blossom wide sleeve hangs down on the table, and a small red clay stove with an exceptionally delicate red clay stove is burning quietly on the side of her hand.

On the small stove is a palm-sized pottery plate, and the jujube nectar in the pottery dish has been boiled to a golden red, and there are still tiny bubbles in the honey.

This is refining honey into pills.

When the jujube nectar is fired to this extent, it can be mixed with various incense powders to make incense pills.

The corners of the woman's lips were always in a shallow gentle arc, and she was about to mix the refined honey with the incense powder, when a white and fat little hand suddenly pulled her wide sleeves.

She looked down and saw the little pink dumplings babbling on her legs, and the smile in her eyes was so gentle that it almost overflowed.

She held the little dumpling to her lap and carefully taught her to identify the objects on the table.

The picture fades into obscurity.

What his mother taught, Su Jiu couldn't remember.

I only remember that my mother's body will always have the fragrance of plum blossoms and snow water.

And the mother's fingertips are still stained with the sweetness of nectar.

Just like when she was a child.

She knelt down in front of the set of incense-making utensils, which were very complete, a small red clay stove for refining honey, a small clay pot for storing incense pills, a set of eighteen brass incense seals, ash charges, silver leaf clips and other incense supplies, and a few packets of incense materials.

She picked up a silver leaf clip, and the handle was finely engraved with the four small characters of "A Dream Floating".

Just as he was looking at his senses, the young man's unique languid voice sounded from behind:

"My little fox, don't you make tea well, have you thought about it here?"

Su Jiu came back to his senses, turned his head to look, and saw Xiao Tingchen wearing an azure bamboo leaf pattern linen gauze robe, leaning lazily on the bookshelf, slowly coiling the pair of flowers in the flowers.

She stood up, reluctantly glanced at the incense-making tools in the corner, and rubbed the corners of her clothes, "Little brother." ”

"Huh?"

"This incense-making utensil has fallen to ashes."

"Yes......" Xiao Tingchen sat on the Taishi chair, his legs stretched out on the wenge wood desk, with an idle posture, "It's dust." ”

Su Jiu stammered: "Since it is dusty, it is better to ......"

"It's better to throw it away."

The spring sun fell on the young man, and he interrupted Su Jiu's words with a smile.

He was born white, and the cinnabar mole on his left cheek was bright red and eye-catching.

Su Jiu's face turned pale.

She wanted to ask, since it was dusty, she didn't need it on weekdays.

Since you don't need it, why don't you lend it to her......

She looked at the incense-making tools that were piled up in the corner.

Her mother is a lover of incense, and she inherited her mother's hobby.

In the past, her uncle's family was poor, and she was just digging herbs, picking some cypresses, peach blossoms and other things that are commonly seen in the countryside to make incense.

But now such a good thing is actually thrown here at will to accumulate dust.

She could hear the little things crying.

Xiaolu's eyes were moist and pure, she stepped forward and gently pulled Xiao Tingchen's sleeve, "Little brother......"

Xiao Tingchen was still unhurried, his eyes turned from her hand, and his voice was joking: "My sister is a brother and a brother, what do you want to do with such intimacy?" ”

Su Jiu stared at the corners of his hooked lips, and secretly said that this guy is the fox heart.

He knew exactly what he meant, but he pretended not to understand......

But in the mouth of Liu's mother, this guy is still a gentleman who treats people generously, is gentle and humble!

It's a pot of fire, it's a knife in the dark, and that's about him.

The pitch-black fawn's eyes rolled.

She let go of her hand, her dimples deep, "Little brother's desk is a little messy, I just cleaned it up for you." The stuff in the "Analects" is really exciting. ”

Xiao Tingchen's smile froze.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the Analects in the corner of the table.

What's in there......