So with a whip, the donkey, who had suddenly been beaten for some reason, trotted up.

The snot boy held the silver in his hand, watched his paper kite go away, and finally understood that he seemed to have been deceived by the beautiful sister who had escaped, and suddenly burst into tears.

His cry soon attracted his father and mother who were cutting wheat in the wheat field, and a middle-aged man in sackcloth hurriedly climbed up the ridge of the field, walked to the crying snot boy, and said, "Gen'er, what's the matter?

"Sister...... My sister tricked me into taking my paper kite. The snot boy cried loudly.

The middle-aged man was suddenly furious, looked at the donkey cart that was going away with the paper kite, and scolded: "Where did this bastard come from!

The snot boy cried for a while, glanced at the silver in his hand, and threw him to the ground with all his might: "Broken stones!"

At first, the middle-aged man thought that the snot boy had really thrown a stone, but the bright silver color made him frown, and he stepped forward, bent down, and picked up the broken silver.

A moment later, an exclamation rang out from the ridges.

Thinking back to that incident, Qin Ke still can't cry or laugh.

It's not because Cai Yan exchanged a piece of broken silver for a paper kite that is not very valuable, but simply because Cai Yan had to make him cry because he had to make a look like he had robbed the snot boy paper kite.

Sometimes Qin Ke feels that Cai Yan is reasonable, knowledgeable, and can clearly grasp the emotions of the people around him, but sometimes he feels that Cai Yan is completely unreasonable, as if there are two people living in her heart, and they will alternately come out to make trouble from time to time.

The tiger-like paper kite rises high in the air with the strong wind at dusk, the donkey walks slowly, and Cai Yan's voice is as crisp and pleasant as the sound of the bell.

She finished putting the thread in her hand, leaving only a thread tied to a wooden stick, and handed it to Qin Ke.

Qin Ke took the line and put it away, while Cai Yan looked at the kite in the sunset light, squinted his eyes, and looked lazy and comfortable.

In the evening, the weather turns cooler, and the cold makes the donkey seem a little cowering, lying in the straw pile and slowly chewing the hay.

In the wine shop, the group was gathered in front of the stove, looking at the slowly tumbling meat that was inserted in the iron chisel, and swallowed quietly.

Funiu Village is not big, but because some people occasionally pass by here, they also opened a small wine shop, and the heating is completely dependent on the stove in the middle of the inn, and the sporadic tourists sit on the chairs around the stove, around the stove, and just stretch out their hands to warm up.

Gao Yishui drank the bad wine brewed by the wine shop, looked at the firelight, relaxed his body with satisfaction, and said: "Life should be like this, there is wine, meat, there is a fire to warm, roast and sleep again, until the sun burns your buttocks, what more can you ask for?"

Qin Ke snorted and said, "If you have the ability, don't let me call you to get up." ”

Cai Yan was carelessly holding the iron drill, Qin Ke saw it, hurriedly stopped her, and said, "Miss...... Don't mess around, you just know how to eat, when did you do this?"

Cai Yan smiled deliciously: "It's interesting because I haven't done it before?"

Qin Ke glanced at her helplessly, thinking that this is also a kind of newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers?

However, in order not to burn her, she still took it personally, took the knife that had been prepared from the table familiarly, held the plate, and gently cut some salted slices of meat from it.

Cai Yan has long been accustomed to the days outside these days, and she doesn't care at all about the "etiquette" that Cai Yong repeatedly taught her in Cai's mansion.

But now, she reached out and pinched a piece, put it in her mouth, and chewed it carefully.

"How's that?" Qin Ke asked.

"Not bad. Cai Yan nodded, these days, once there is game, it is Abu picking up firewood and Qin Ke roasting meat, but today there is more salt, and the taste is more delicious, "Are you particularly good at this?"

"What. Qin Ke continued to cut the meat and asked.

"Cook and eat...... Something like that. Cai Yan couldn't wait for Qin Ke to finish cutting it, and continued to "steal food" on the plate held by Qin Ke.

Qin Ke smiled bitterly and said, "What kind of good at this is, if you grow up in our village, you can also get involved in this kind of thing." I...... Practice makes perfect. He looked at Cai Yan's impatience, and passed the plate directly over with amusement, and then went to find a clean plate and continued to cut the meat.

But Gao Yishui was reluctant: "I just said that there is wine and meat, but Ah Ke, what is the matter with you just giving meat to others, oh, let me just drink, it's too boring." It's only been a few days, and I've started to focus on sex and ignore friends, so I've known you for so many years......"

Qin Ke rolled his eyes, not afraid of his teasing: "Since we have known each other for so many years, what do you want to do, take the knife yourself." ”

Gao Yishui looked lazy, so he almost rolled on the ground and splashed: "I don't ...... I'm going to have to let you serve you again today. ”

Of course, even if Gao Yishui really rolled on the ground, Qin Ke would not "reward" him, not to mention that he hadn't rolled on the ground yet, Qin Ke just glanced at him contemptuously, and simply came out of sight and out of mind, and continued to roast and cut meat.

He cut the second plate and handed it to Abu, who was already a little hungry, and was munching on a dough cake with some slices of meat, which he was just chewing in the cake and eating it bite by bite, when the restaurant owner brought the spicy soup that had been made in front of them.

He hurriedly took a sip, although it was hot, but the heat and spiciness, ran through his chest, straight into his stomach, and after a while, he opened his mouth, exhaled a ball of hot air, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

Qin Ke smiled and continued to "work" for Cai Yan, who was waiting.

In fact, Gao Yishui is not very hungry, otherwise as soon as the spicy soup comes up, he should hold a large piece of food, he sat by the warm fire, stood upright, looked at the beating flame, the look of "sprinkling" on his face just now has gradually faded, he took a sip of wine, gently stroked the strings of the old qin, and sang:

"When you sing about wine, what is life? For example, the morning dew, the past day is bitter. Be generous, and worry about unforgettable......"

For a while, the sporadic people in the liquor store looked at the luthier who was caressing the strings.

The robe on his body was not an expensive silk, and the old piano was by no means a rare treasure, but like a few silk threads drawn on an old piece of wood, but the music played by the partial life was quiet and distant, like the mountain breeze on a high mountain.

It feels like Gao Yishui has left this small wine shop in the countryside at this moment, fluttering, and slowly rising to the clouds.

And just as he pressed the strings with one hand, the clouds dispersed, and he was still on the high mountain, just drifting, but the clouds wrapped his figure, making people mistakenly think that he almost wanted to fly away.

Now that the mountains were revealed, he sat on a craggy rock, his eyes half-closed, and before him was a quiet valley where the trees swayed in the wind.

"Towering mountains. Cai Yan looked at Gao Yishui attentively, his lips whispered this sentence, Gao Yishui was lips slightly curled, the hand that plucked the strings became heavier and heavier, and his voice became deeper and lower.

"I have a guest, drumming and blowing sheng......" Gao Yishui sang here, and then stopped, leaving his hands off the strings, leaving only the ponytail still trembling slightly, as if the valley echoed.

Qin Ke's eyes gradually shifted from Cai Yan to Gao Yishui, and he seemed to understand why Cai Yan called him "Mr. Gao Shan".

But what he didn't quite understand was: "Why don't you finish the song?"

This is not a Tang poem, but a poem by Cao Meng, the lord of Canghai, when he was young, the master asked him to memorize, he memorized many times, but he always couldn't memorize it completely, so the master asked him to copy, and he copied it more than ten times, until his wrist was sore, and he finally remembered this poem.

What Gao Yishui sang just now is only the first half of this poem.

Gao Yishui touched his stomach, thought about it, smiled mysteriously, and finally defeated him with a very angry reason: "Because if I continue to sing, the spicy soup will be cold and not delicious." ”

"......" Qin Ke's eyes widened, he never thought that it was such a reason.

However, Cai Yan looked at Gao Yishui drinking Hu spicy soup, and knew that the time he was singing just made the hot Hu spicy soup a lot colder, no longer hot, and pursed his lips and laughed.

The drinkers who were listening on the side began to talk to each other again, but their eyebrows were still full of sighs for the music they had just played.

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