When Fu Tan woke up, the drizzle was drifting outside the window, and it was the coolest in early autumn. Jing quietly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, found an oil-paper umbrella from the closet, pushed the door out, and stepped out of a cold and tiny splash. The lights of thousands of houses on the street went out, and the fluttering candle lit like a fire, just looking at it warmed my body.

Fu Tan took the umbrella and hid in the bottom of the tent, casually glanced at the long street behind him, and sighed half expectantly and half hesitantly.

"Still the case?" The man in the coarse cloth and short clothes didn't seem to feel the coldness, and asked with a smile, and the boiling water was already boiling on his hands.

"Yes. Annoyance to the boss. Twisted out three copper coins from the purse, hesitated, and pinched the hem of the placket: "Are the wontons selling well today?" ”

"TOEFL, business is passable." The man looked at Fu Tan's appearance and smiled: "If the young lady is looking forward to that son, just ask." ”

Fu Tan blushed and didn't speak, the man frightened the sleeping neighbors, lowered his voice and laughed and coughed a few times, don't turn around and stir the soup pot: "That boy got up this morning and ordered a bowl of fresh meat wontons, without spicy food, and sprinkled some coriander leaves." When I got out of here, I went to the pawnshop of Jito, and when I came out again, there seemed to be an extra wooden box in my hand, and I didn't know what it contained. At noon, I went to Yingsong Building in Dongshi, entered the door and sat near the window, and asked for peanuts and preserved eggs and lean porridge, a plate of steamed buns, and a pot of Biluochun. In the afternoon, I entered Moxuan, practiced the whole "Diamond Sutra", went out in the middle of the house, and came back to clear the accounts of today and the previous two days. ”

The face of the sandalwood seems to be smeared with rouge, and it is more bright and moving. Biting his lip and smiling gently, the water was boiling, and the fresh meat wontons came out of the pot and were brought over lightly. Reserved glanced at the man, brushed the sandalwood and picked up the wooden spoon, first picked some coriander leaves from the small wooden bowl next to him, and stirred absentmindedly and preoccupiedly.

"Thank you, boss." Fu Tan slightly carried the corner of her skirt and walked lightly to the courtesy, and walked back to the rain with an umbrella. The heart is warm, the whole body is warm, the water-green pleated skirt is rippling, and the bright moon and breeze are coming.

"There's Uncle Lao." The boy hidden in the lamplight walked out, gentle and elegant, with a mountain and river sword on his back, and was diluted by the rain a little angry. "I'm sorry for you tomorrow."

Sucking and sucking his neck and pouring the noodle soup full of chili peppers, the son was a little shy: "She can't eat spicy." The man nodded knowingly, and then turned around to clean up, but the son was already in the drizzle, and he was sinking into the night. The red candles on the street are dim, and the moment is dark, only the sound of footsteps remains, not in a hurry or slow, and disappears into the hazy end of the month.

The dream is not over, the cool breeze is sweeping, and the rest of your life is unspeakable, but tonight is quiet and appreciative, a song of fragrance, a round of Zhaoming, and the name is called the mirror flower and water moon.

- ENDS

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Nagging time:

According to all my records, this little fan was born on January 26, 2017. It should have been written in a room where the lights had been turned off, just like the first chapter of "The Emperor of Allure".

But for the writing of the text of "The Emperor of Allure", I only have a very general "before October 2016", which is counted as a commemoration of the beginning. If I had known that this article would drag on for so long, I should have written down all the knots in detail.

So today, July 20, 2018, the reason why I chose to post this article that was originally called "Secret Love" is to tell everyone who is still waiting for this article that I did not abandon the article (╮(╯▽╰)╭), but am in the text. Second, I would like to thank you for your long-term companionship and support for so long. I'm about to write this work for two years, and I'm trying hard to give all the characters in it a reasonable ending, to explore their joys and sorrows, to integrate into their world, and to watch their stories. So no matter what, I want to give you a satisfactory answer sheet to myself, to my original intention.

Write as you like, and then talk about this article. I vaguely remember that it was because I ate a bowl of wontons that day? …… Well, it doesn't matter. Importantly, I wanted to try to write about such a possibility. Cheng Kuo and Fu Tan were not born in the possibility of troubled times. There are no twists and turns between Cheng Kuo and Fu Tan, and there is no possibility of parting. Cheng Kuo and Fu Tan fell in love with each other, secretly in love with each other, but they were cautious of each other, perceiving the possibility of this joyful distance. Whisk Tan secretly observes (?) With Cheng Kuo, Cheng Kuo also silently guarded the sandal. It's the background...... I think it's probably in the Republic of China...... (=@__@=)

At that time, when this article was written, the text had not yet been written when Hu Ru gave Cheng Kuo a birthday. So the sword on Cheng Kuo's back ...... It's very casually called Shanhe Sword...... Don't ask me why I still carry a sword around since it's the Republic of China, I don't know hum ╭ (╯^╰) ╮

What I do know is that with the personalities of the two of them, the minds of both of them, the delicacy of both of them, the attraction and persistence of each other to each other...... No matter what era it is, they will be attracted to each other's eyes. Fate is such a thing, isn't it just going around in circles, seeing the prosperity of the world, and you are still the only one in your eyes. And when I wrote that Cheng Kuo really added chili peppers when he really ate wontons, but begged the old man not to tell Fu Tan about this weight, he was very secretly poked and poked his heart (⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄) Such a considerate male ticket Fu Tan should not have a crush and marry directly!! (≧ω≦*)

So, ahem-the one who wants them to achieve positive results the most is really me (embarrassing ^_^)

Anyway - today is a return. But then again, in fact, another collection of short essays, "Walking Water" is right next door, and I seem to appear there every once in a while...... It is also barely passing, and it is not considered a return of missing persons...... Bar......

As for the pan night fan that I promised when I just finished posting the pan night chapter, I haven't forgotten (really). But you always have to get the text right first. so…… Everyone, stay tuned (the lid of the pot quickly slipped away_(:зゝ∠)_)

Finally, I would like to share with you a Zen poem that I have been very fond of recently and should be my favorite in the short term, which was written by Zen Master Wumen Huikai in the Song Dynasty. It is said that because it is catchy, it is very popular with the children of Buddhism.

There are flowers in spring, there are moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer, and snow in winter.

If there is nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world.

Ah, I just wanted to post an extra......

Thank you again for seeing all of you! A new beginning, a new journey, let's go together! Refills! Go find me on Weibo! It's okay to play with me in the comment section! Hum (ˉ(∞)ˉ) chirp

(づ^3^)づ╭❤~ Love you cute!