I was sleepy, but I was awakened by the sound of crackling firecrackers. Xing Ruyi stood up in annoyance, and saw a white shadow

"Whoosh" out of the window. Bowing his head, the pale pink shirt on his chest was impressively printed with two fox paw prints.

"Stinky fox, color fox, get back for me!" The angry cry did not leave a single fox fur except for shaking off a few flowers and leaves on the windowsill.

"Stinky fox, dead fox, it doesn't matter if you run away every day, you dare to take advantage of me while I'm sleeping." Patting the paw prints on his chest vigorously with his hand, Xing Ruyi wanted to bite his tongue in frustration.

Why are other people eating tofu by handsome guys, but she is unlucky to be taken advantage of by a colored fox. The crackling sound of firecrackers was getting closer and closer, and Xing Ruyi didn't bother to pay attention to the paw prints on his chest, so he changed into a crescent white shirt and rushed out of the courtyard.

Seeing that he had arrived at the door, he stopped his steps, straightened his makeup, and opened the door with the corner of her skirt in her hand.

Just opened the door, I was hit by a flying firecracker flower, and I was about to scold my mother, when I suddenly heard a familiar voice in my ear asking: "Is it hurt?" ”

"It's not hurt, it's just a little painful." Xing Ruyi rubbed his eyelids and sighed that the passing year was unfavorable, and he didn't even glance at the yellow calendar when he went out today.

"Don't rub it yet, I'll see." The hand rubbing the eyelids was removed, and a very familiar face appeared in the half-squinted vision.

"Brother Chang, I haven't seen you for a long time, why are you here?"

"It's not broken, it's just red." Chang Taijing said to himself, there was a lonely look in his eyes, of course, this loneliness was not for Xing Ruyi.

"Light firecrackers early in the morning, what are you going to do? Who's going to open it, or who's marrying someone? Xing Ruyi nodded on his toes, only to see the red swaying in front of him, plus the lively crowd, the mess couldn't really be seen.

"It's Yan Niang." Chang Tai spoke with frustration.

"What Yanniang?" Xing Ruyi was still nodding on her toes, and when she heard the words Yanniang, she took her eyes back: "Aren't all Yanniang's illnesses cured?" Why, she hasn't agreed to marry you yet? Chang Tai smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand to point ahead: "The one sitting in the sedan chair is Yan Niang, and today is the day she leaves the pavilion." ”

"Ahh Xing Ruyi shouted in surprise, almost bit her tongue again, and only held her cheeks to let out: "Yanniang, are you getting married today?" So you ...... You...... Oh, I see. The beloved woman is married, but the groom is not himself, no wonder your expression is so lonely and your eyes are so depressed. Xing Ruyi didn't say that it was okay, but Chang Tai, a dignified man, was about to cry, but for the sake of face, the sides of his nose twitched and endured it.

Xing Ruyi shook his head, dragged Chang Tai into the courtyard, closed the door again, and then said to him: "If you want to cry, cry, men are not made of steel, they are made of rough wood, and there are always times when they cry sadly." Isn't there a lyric that says it? It's not a sin for a man to cry and cry. Oh, I forgot, you haven't heard this song before. But it doesn't matter, I've closed the door, and now it's just the two of us in the yard, even if you cry, others can't see it, and it won't damage your wisdom and martial arts. Xing Ruyi thought in pieces, but Chang Tai suddenly turned his back, facing the wall, his shoulders trembling violently.

This is the second time Xing Ruyi has seen a man crying, and he is still a man with a tiger's back. The first time was my father, who was about eight or nine years old when she was hit by a truck running a red light while on the street and was killed instantly.

Late at night after her mother's funeral, she slept in a daze and heard someone crying again. The cry was low, the kind that was strongly suppressed.

So she tiptoed out of bed, opened the bedroom door, and saw her father sitting on the sofa, and her mother's picture was placed on the coffee table in front of her.

She felt very shocked, because from the moment she learned that her mother was not there until the funeral, her father was unusually calm, and the calmness even made her feel that her father never cared about her mother.

But now, he is crying, crying at the picture of his mother. She didn't know what to do, so she could only carefully move to her father's side, wrap her hand around his waist, and put her face against his body.

Then her father turned abruptly, took her in his arms, and began to cry so loudly, like a floodgate, pouring out all the pent-up sorrow.

It was also at that time that Xing Ruyi learned that it turned out that men were more terrible than women when they were sad.

She looked at Chang Tai's slightly shrugged shoulders, pursed her lips slightly, walked over, and wrapped her waist around him from behind.

Chang Tai's body instantly stiffened, and he sobbed.

"Brother Chang, if you want to cry, cry out happily. When you finish crying, you will find that the sky is still so blue and the water is still so clear. As for Yan Niang, you should be happy, happy that she has finally found someone she likes. With such a big pomp and such a grand welcome ceremony, she should be happy, right? I thought that Chang Tai would cry like his father back then, but who knew that he could even hold back his low sobs.

"Ruyi sister, men and women don't kiss, and don't worry about Chang Tai's reputation because of the girl's reputation." Xing Ruyi thought about it for a long time, but he didn't expect Chang Tai to pop up such a fake Taoist sentence at such a sad time, rolled his eyes angrily, and went to the small kitchen.

"Then Brother Chang, you cry by yourself first, and I'll prepare some wine and food, so that you don't have too many tears and thirst." Chang Tai was originally uncomfortable, but when he heard Xing Ruyi say this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he actually laughed.

This smile, the sadness that was originally stuck in my heart seems to have dispelled a lot. Through the door, I looked out, and the sound of firecrackers was getting away.

Maybe what Ruyi girl said is right, he should bless Yanniang, instead of standing here sad. In the small kitchen, Xing Ruyi diced yams, carrots, and bell peppers, and served peas and corn kernels, stir-fried with minced onions and garlic, and a plate of colorful yam multicolored diced was out of the pot.

Later, he took the ice cubes left over from the winter from the ice cellar, cut the bitter gourd into thin slices and salted them in water, and put them on top of the ice cubes, and carved carrots into flowers and put them on the top for decoration.

In the end, I put a stack of drunkard peanuts, took the plum wine I brewed, and brought it to the yard.