Opening your mouth is a grievance.

If he didn't think about making people see jokes, he would tear his face and poke his backbone Gu Tingwen and scold; He single-handedly pushed the Gu family to a dead end, disloyal, filial piety, and benevolence, and was a ruthless and forgetful pouter.

Last night, until midnight, his parents still refused to meet, and he was not even allowed to say a word.

The second master shook his legs and trembled: "Before going out, my father said hello to your yard three times, I said Seventh, what kind of thing is your heart made of, ruthless enough!" ”

Gu Tingwen was silent.

The second master was accustomed to his silent appearance, and sat there talking to himself: "You are taking the old road of Tingwang, and the wonderful thing is that you lack his rampant uprightness, so over the years, my siblings have not seen that my brother is a poisonous snake." ”

The poisonous snake is entrenched in the horns, and it does not show the mountain dew, but it has something in its heart, and it is not careful, and it can be whimpered.

When it came to the deceased, Gu Tingwen's mood fluctuated: "The second brother still remembers the fifth brother? ”

What's the point, sarcastic isn't it?

The second master smiled: "When Tingwang and you were born, I would call him sir, and then I led the two of you to the sea all day long, and the friendship of the naughty child was seabed." ”

Gu Tingwen smiled.

The second master's words changed: "It's a pity, if you don't read a good book, you have to be revolutionary, you will harm yourself, your family, and you will end up like a mad dog." ”

Gu Tingwen's fingertips turned white and he didn't say a word.

"The twine with the thick fingers of the back of the head can't be tethered, thanks to your hands, so that he will suffer less." The second master finished eating the tea, and hummed a little song in his throat, "Old Seven, you can't follow in the footsteps of the Fifth Child." ”

Afraid that the pain in his heart would not be enough, the second master added: "When the time comes, if you lie down, no one in our family can be ruthless to come up to your heart, so that you can be born as soon as possible." ”

The fifth master of the Gu family suffered from rabies, but it reached the point of hysteria in a week, and the old doctor and doctor Yang all saw it and asked him to prepare for the future; The old man of the Gu family saved him from enduring hardships and burdening others, and asked people to stab themselves in the heart and lose their breath.

The one who did it is said to be the seventh master.

On the morning of the ninth day, the little girl went to serve people in fear, but she saw that the window was open, and the fifth master stabbed the dagger in his heart and lay straight in a pool of blood on the bed, and the seventh master sat with the side, and the white shirt was covered with blood.

Later, the hair was mourned, and the little girl did not know where to go, and this matter became a secret of the Gu family.

The seventh master outside is still a talented man, and when the door is closed, everyone in the Gu family knows that he is a ruthless character who can slash his hands and feet; The ruthless corner gradually disliked to speak, and abandoned his profession to join the newspaper until this meeting.

The second master has always spared no effort to stab people's hearts.

Whoever doesn't know who is a brother, he said that Gu Tingwen and Gu Tingwen are the same mother, and they are like a person, even if they don't have these, Gu Tingwen can't take the road of killing his brother.

The knife was prepared for Gu Tingwen by Master Gu, and it was put into the fifth master's room in advance.

No matter how sick and confused people are, their affection will never be forgotten.

Whoever moves the hand, it goes without saying.

But people, when the trouble is unbearable, you have to find a reason to get rid of it, since there is a person who comes out to carry the trouble, the dirty and smelly ones will be splashed on the brain, and I am happy to have peace of mind.

Over the years, the fake has become true.

The sun is warm today, and the light that penetrates into the hall is thin, dim and dark, and people can't breathe.

Gu Tingwen took off his glasses, touched his handkerchief and wiped it slowly: "The second brother always keeps the fifth brother in mind." ”

"Siblings!" The second master looked at him with his eyes and was happy, "Isn't this coming to the death day of the fifth child, and there will be only two of us brothers left in Beijing City, so let's go to worship and worship together?" ”

"Okay." He should go down.

It seems that he insisted on seeing him again today in order to make an appointment to remember the deceased, and the second master got up: "It's nothing, the second brother is leaving, I have time to go home to take a look, I'm bored alone." ”

"Okay."

Out of the door, the second master stood on the porch, and touched around: "I heard that you have raised a big girl here?" ”

Gu Tingwen stood side by side with him, which was regarded as a tacit acquiescence: "Second brother's news is still so well-informed." ”

The second master grinned: "You are so interesting, hey, people are playing bitch, you play with the cook here, it's fresh enough!" ”

No one answered him.

The sky was dark for a moment, there was no wind, and my heart was dry.

The second master involuntarily touched his nose, knowing that the words were crooked, so he hurriedly made up for it: "Why don't you bring your younger siblings out, I'll see?" ”

Gu Tingwen turned around at this time, and He Quan took the paper bag in his hand: "Give the documents in it to the second brother, you can see it when you come back." ”

The second master took it suspiciously, and raised his hand: "Let's go, let's stay." ”

There was really no one to send him, so he got into the car alone, like a wandering spirit.

He Quan stepped down the steps and followed Gu Tingwen: "Miss Ren's backyard picking cherries, do you want to take a look?" ”

Gu Tingwen's face softened: "Take an umbrella." ”

The girl was a eater, and the clouds were rolling in the sky, and she would tiptoe to the trunk of the tree to reach the cherries. Mrs. Tong held a bamboo basket and lowered her head, shaking her fat body with envy.

The Tong family and his wife inherited the idleness of their ancestors, this courtyard is large, with grape shelves in the east, cherry trees in the west, and two apple begonias planted in front of them.

Miscellaneous, when you are free, ask someone to take care of it carefully, and you can't let the old tree grow at will, but it grows a little wild, and the fruit is also gratifying.

The cherry tree with the appearance of six or seven feet screamed and pounced, fluttering open the crown of the boss, and the scattered leaves were adorned with half-yellow round cherries, and the lower head did not grow, and Ren Yan rolled up his sleeves to go up again to see.

Mrs. Tong was a loud voice, and the seventh master almost shook her off the thin branches; When she looked down, Mrs. Tong had already walked away holding half a basket of cherries, humming two sentences like Zhang Fei holding an embroidery needle.

Ren Yan fished out a branch, leaned down, and handed three large cherries in his palm that were crimson and could drip water droplets to Gu Tingwen: "Taste it." ”

He took one bite and smiled, "Sweet." ”

"No," Ren Yan glanced in the direction Mrs. Tong left, "I picked up the most familiar one and hid it in my hand, so I didn't let her know, but fortunately she was in a hurry, and she was ripe on the spot later." ”

Gu Tingwen carried a basket to pick cherries for her, and the little girl was running back and forth in the thin branches, her body was light and agile. Steady, and not much swaying.

What does that old saying say?

Monkey overhead light, isn't that what it means?

The little girl didn't know what he was thinking, so she picked up a big round one and threw it into the basket. The cherry fruit was not only sweet, but also had a thick skin and flesh, and it was not good to be thrown on him, and the bones were put into the basket.

Ren Yan twisted his face and saw it, as if he was having fun, and smashed his arms one after another, regardless of whether he hit it or not, he squatted on the tree and leaned back happily.

He narrowed his eyes.

She smiled and honestly picked the fruit.

Two small baskets, one for the four gentlemen on the other side, and one for himself, asked Ren Yan to hold it and put it under running water to rinse.

The white round porcelain pot urn holds half a pot of red cherries, and even the water hoarded seems to be dyed, and the pink sweetness wafts out; Ren Yan didn't hold back, and secretly stuffed one in his mouth.

It's so sweet, it's so sweet!

Behind him was the sound of newspapers flipping through.

She quietly turned her head to inquire about the movement, and in the courtyard, under the eaves, those dark eyes were looking with interest.

Get caught!

Ren Yan was angry, and took out two stuffed mouths as if venting his anger, juice overflowed between his tongue and teeth, and the sound behind him became louder, as if he was still laughing.

She plucked a cherry stalk and bounced it into the water.

The person who laughed at her had not forgotten his business, with a three-legged wooden mound on his side, a small fan on it, and a red clay stove on his face, boiling water in a small casserole.

Ren Yan came back with the cleaned cherries, and the water was already slightly warm.

The cherries are poured in, and they are not likely to gurgle and roll in them; The skin had turned dark red, and the delicate red slowly seeped into the soup, shallow and watery tender.

"This book is just right for you."

Gu Tingwen put the newspaper down, picked up the "Mountain Family Qing Confession" on the boxwood case, and turned the page to see a dessert cherry fried, "The peach pill is more round, and the light weight will be broken to the touch." Look at the thousands of beads on the outside, and hide half of the water in the middle".

Ren Yan waved a pu fan and turned his head to look at her: "I have benefited a lot." ”

"How did you come up with the idea of doing this?"

"You just stepped forward, Mrs. Tong came to me to pick cherries for her, saying that Mr. Tong likes to eat this bite, I remembered this recipe in the book, why don't you give it a try."

Gu Tingwen smiled meaningfully: "Mr. Tong likes to eat? ”

"Yes, Mrs. Tong said that her husband is delicious, and she especially loves cherries, and she has to pick them every year to make them for him......"

As she spoke, she understood what he meant.

Mrs. Tong made cherry sauce for Mr. Tong to eat, and she made cherry pan-fried cherry for him here......

This person looked at Sven Shouli, how could she be so bad, and if she didn't say a word, she would take advantage of her.

Ren Yanhu kicked him in the leg in the face.

He was neither angry nor annoyed, and indulged in her trouble.

After a long time, he leaned over and covered her in his arms, holding the chopsticks in her hand and stirring the cherries in the casserole: "If you don't move again, it will be pasty." ”

She pouted and pestled him, moved the casserole down, opened the coal holes, turned down the heat and stewed the pot, and put aside a pinch of honey to boil slowly.

The cherries are boiled until they are viscous and poured into the crystal bowl, so that the mold is pressed out of the flower shape, and then a small drop of honey is added to the temperature to melt, and the crystal clear carmine is a beauty with makeup.

Indeed, as the book says: 10,000 pieces are pounded and brittle, printed into thin flowers, and dyed purple with water. There are not many northern fruits, and this taste is good and unique.

Ren Yan held the small spoon and ate it with a smile: "You said, in the future, there will be a single brand in the Hongpheasant Hall, which will be dedicated to serving the food on the old food list, and with exquisite food utensils, it is also an elegant matter, does Gu Qiye have to make a lot of money again?" ”

He smiled: "Then it depends on Master Ren." ”

"Well said," she said, biting her spoon and slurring her words, "I'll think of something else, and you can give me some more advice." ”

"Okay."

Hongpheasant, naturally, has to listen to the hostess.