It is the season when the grass grows and the warbler flies in February. Carrying a half-human-high bamboo basket on his back, he climbed the inaccessible deep mountains and old forests, and squatted in the grass a few inches long.

Slender and smooth hands, tossing and turning in the dirt. When you see a target, you quickly pull it out.

He pinched the tender green herb and put it to the tip of his nose to sniff the taste. Sometimes you have to put the herbs in your mouth and chew on them. It wasn't until he was sure that he was okay that he threw the herbs that suited his heart into the half-human-high bamboo basket behind him. He sifted through the herbs as he muttered casually.

"This one is,"

"This one isn't,"

"This leaf is tender,"

"This one is just the right color,"

"This vintage is a bit old,"

"This one can barely make medicine,"

"There's eggs under the roots of this tree,"

"This one is of good quality,"

"This inferior tree,"

……

He picked up the medicine with meticulousness and seriousness, like colored threads passing through an embroidery needle.

No more, more focused eyes than him, no more, better herb picker than him.

His movements are not slow, and soon the baskets will be full. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he slowly straightened up. When I looked back, I was already half a kilometer away behind me.

"Almost," he said, covering his eyes with his hands.

"That's enough for five days," he said,

Humming a tune of his own making, he leisurely descended the mountain.

"I've worked hard for most of the day today, so I must treat myself,"

He weighed the three hundred coins in his hand. I turned around and walked into a shop on the side of the street, a fragrant Bao Kee beef noodle soup shop.

Now, it's still early, and there are still very few people eating lunch. In the past, in front of the cauldron with two long dragons, it would still be empty. A yellow-skinned shop guy is unhurriedly talking to each other. A black-haired shop guy is chopping the stuffing in an orderly manner.

He walked in.

A young shopkeeper hurriedly greeted him. Xiao Erdian put the white cloth towel behind him, and a smile was piled up on his cheeks: "What does the guest officer order, drink soup or eat noodles?" If you drink soup, a bowl of fresh and thick Hu'er spicy, with a square twisted box, is the most comfortable. If you want to eat noodles, our restaurant has ramen, shaved noodles, tanmen, hot oil noodles, sauce noodles, dry noodles, with a few plates of refreshing side dishes, and the gods can't envy it."

"A bowl of beef Hu'er is spicy, a pot of Huangliang is a dream, and another cage, huh...... Tofu Vegetarian Mushroom Quartet Twist Box,"

He found a place and sat down nearby.

"Okay, a bowl of beef Hu'er is spicy, a pot of yellow beams and a dream, and a cage of bean skin and mushrooms," Xiao Erchao shouted in the lobby. He turned around and said, "Guest officer, please wait, the meal will be ready soon,"

He lowered his eyes and waved his hand at Xiao Er. So he took care of himself, picked up his chopsticks and waited.

Soon, a large bowl of fragrant Hu'er spicy was brought to his table. He closed his eyes and inhaled, looking pleasant: "Sure enough, it's very fragrant,"

On the long wooden table, in a bowl made of black pottery, there is a thick white beef pith soup. The soup is slightly thickened and semi-liquid. More than a dozen slices of beef, piled up with spiky heaps. The bean skin rolls silk, half sinking and half floating. Egg flowers and clouds, from time to time.

Layers of noodle soup have built a rice tower. Therefore, this Hu Er is spicy, and it has another nickname, which is called pagoda soup.

He picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup, and suddenly felt that his pores were slightly open throughout his body. Gently pick it up with chopsticks, a square twisting box. He took a careful bite, and the filling was really fragrant and hot.

When he was full, he walked to the counter and settled the bill.

I just walked to the street, and suddenly I felt that I was in a panic under my robe. He lowered his eyes and looked back, followed by a girl.

"Let go," a chill condensed through his body.

"No...... Don't let go of ...... "The girl was a little timid, and a little shy. She twisted her skirt, "You, I know you, the one who sells medicine,"

Biting his lip: "We've seen it, you...... Have you forgotten? Three years ago, on the mountain of Luofeng,"

Her head was lowered, her whole person was a little uneasy, and the red glow on her face was reflected.

The medicine seller narrowed his eyes, as if he was remembering something.

Three years ago, Luofeng Mountain. What was he doing at that time?

He thought about it, and finally remembered that unpleasant day.

It was winter, very cold, cold winter. He climbed the mountain to remove the ice flowers from the cliff wall.

The snow was falling heavily, and he was crawling on his hands and feet. After countless failures, he finally brought back an ice stamen. He looked at the ice flower tenderly, his eyebrows already frozen into ice ballast.

I have to go back, Luofeng Mountain is too cold.

It was at that time that he met her who fell off a cliff. Never, he saved people casually, but that day, the ghost sent a god to save her who had never met.

He boiled it all down to the fact that he was too happy to get the ice flowers, which caused his mind to go crazy.

"It's a loss, it's a loss, it's a coffin," he boiled the ice flowers into a decoction and fed her to her lying on the hospital bed.

While feeding the medicine, my heart hurts, and my brows keep jumping. He comforted himself that it was okay, it didn't matter. When she wakes up, let her sign the deed of sale, serve herself with tea and water!

However, before he could implement the plan. This little girl has already quietly run away.

He looked at one of the letters she had left on the table. I looked at the few taels of silver she pressed against the letter. His face turned unusually blue, and he threw everything out.

What a loss-making business.

The medicine seller tilted his head sideways, and he remembered her.

I remembered that she didn't say goodbye that winter. And that one, it is extremely difficult to pick and lose money.

So, he stepped forward. With a calm face, he moved two thin lips: "Girl, you recognize the wrong person,"

She opened her mouth in surprise: "No, it's impossible,"

The medicine seller strode away, no longer caring about her behind him.

"Hey, wait for me, wait for me,"

She picked up her skirt and hurriedly chased after her.

Who said that men chase women across the mountain, and women chase men across the veil?

She carried her skirt and chased him all the time, running through ten streets and eight alleys, three city gods, and five embroidery workshops.

Out of breath, she stopped on the street corner.

She wiped her face and finally understood that the medicine seller was deliberately taking her around in circles.

"How can it be so bad," she stomped, her skirt fluttering, tears falling involuntarily.

She didn't know, after she turned away.

The medicine seller walked out of the alley behind her.

"Stupid, stupid," he said.

Turning his head, he headed home. Now, he thought, she should give up.

The next morning, he changed his clothes and went out of bed. I was about to carry the medicine box on my back and go to the intersection of East Street to change some food. saw her bring a bowl of soup and stand on the stove behind the small courtyard.

White porcelain bowl, red crispy hands.

With a smile on her face, the girl moved the lotus step lightly and walked towards him.

The medicine seller pulled down his face: "What are you doing here!" Who allowed you in! ”

"Get out," he said, holding out his right hand and making a "please" gesture.

"I ...... I'll cook for you," the girl was a little hurt, but she still had a smile on her face.

The medicine seller glanced at her, and then at the bowl with the soup.

After a long time, he knocked it over.

"Do you want to poison me?"