Slender indica rice, tumbling in the clear spring water, a pair of plain hands in the water, rubbing the warm and white rice grains, the indica rice in the water is full and plump, those with cyan rice, this is an extremely meticulous work, you have to be very patient people to do a good job, any grain of green rice, can not be mixed into the washed indica rice, and there are not very full, are picked out, maybe it looks a little nitpicking, and even some eggs pick bones, but want a bowl of good quality and taste of the porridge, these are not nitpicking, the clear spring water gradually turbidity, showing a thick form, this is the most obvious display of the full and rich rice grains, but compared to the white indica rice, the hands that rub and wash them are more pitiful.

The clay pot sits on the pot stove made of the mountain stone, and the firewood is also taken from the mountain, under the flame, crackling, and the tongue of fire is constantly licking.

The fire is not very big, not because the firewood is not enough, but a bowl of porridge, which must be slowly boiled over low heat in order to make it brilliant.

The fist wind is whistling, although the wind blows in the mountains of Longshou Mountain, but every punch is handed out, it can bring up a whistling fist wind, this is not Wang Yuanbao deliberately, but nature makes it, the five realms of martial arts, pure true qi like a fire dragon wandering in the wild, and Wuyun is more prosperous than the previous realm, a movement and a stillness, a relaxation, there is the sound of the dragon chanting and tiger roaring, which is in the mouths of the storytellers in those teahouses, this is the tiger and leopard thunder sound, it is the highest level of chivalry to do, but in the realm of the martial arts, this is just a threshold, among the five realms, is a qualitative leap, than the previous realm, that is the difference between cloud and mud, not once handed out the punch, the pure true qi in the meridians of the trick points and martial arts are stirred with each other, even if Wang Yuanbao doesn't want to bring such a movement, he is helpless.

The five realms of the military family and martial arts are also divided into two small realms of meticulous importance, which are weightlifting and lifting light, and Wang Yuanbao's small realm today is that if the weight is light, although the strength is heavy, I behave like a feather, this is the weightlifting if light, a force to reduce ten will, the most can describe this small realm.

Wang Yuanbao still practices boxing every day in the morning and evening, among the five realms, does not mean the end, but a new beginning, regret the second true meaning of Ding boxing, Wang Yuanbao has some understanding, but can not find the real mastery of the doorway, can only practice boxing over and over again, read a hundred times its righteousness, practice boxing a hundred times, it is estimated that it will not be bad, of course, the front has mastered the true meaning of the boxing, but also have to practice diligently, review the old and know the new, the truth of the world, is like this, always inadvertently hooked up, in the subtle and imperceptible, affecting all living beings.

The truth in practicing boxing may be suitable for people to behave in the world, but it is by no means suitable for cooking porridge, if cooking porridge can also be the same as this boxing, if you are wrong, you can start again, cooking porridge, wrong, it is paste, or it is sandwiched, and you have to admit that you have done useless work, which is the most consuming confidence.

The green smoke wafted out of the stove on the rocky barrier, mixed with the dew in the mountains, forming a peculiar taste, which is not clear, but it can give people a very familiar feeling, as if it was the smoke curling in the home when I was a child, and I was waiting outside the kitchen, just waiting for the food on the stove to be cooked.

Qingluan stood up from the stove, picked up a strand of hair scattered on his face, and put it behind his ears, there is a different style, the years will eventually defeat the beauty, but it will also give the beauty a mature charm in such a fireworks year, although Qingluan is not very old, but in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, no matter how exquisite the food is, the delicacies of the mountains and seas can be tasted at will, but what I always read in my heart is nothing more than a bowl of porridge when I was a child, Qingluan doesn't know why her parents sold herself to the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, she can't even remember clearly, her parents, in the end

What it was like, the only thing she can remember is the skill of cooking porridge, which is the only story she can remember.

Time and water will smooth out all the edges and corners of people's hearts, including love and hatred for no reason, no matter how much love dies and lives, no matter how deep the hatred goes deep into the bone marrow, in the end, it is only forgotten, and it returns to the plain, that's it, the origin of love and hatred is forgotten.

Qingluan doesn't hate them, because if it weren't for them, she wouldn't have met her sister, nor would she have met Wang Yuanbao, and she wouldn't know what she was thinking in her heart, love and hate don't matter, cherishing the present is the most important thing.

Yun Yan woke up the next day, she seemed to have a big dream, in the dream, she seemed to have experienced someone else's life, she was in a dream, not a spectator, but a real experience, I couldn't tell, it was her in the dream, or she was her after waking up, it's just that when she woke up, her eyes were full of tears, tears didn't know why, she couldn't stop the tears, who was she crying for?

Yun Yan couldn't say clearly, and she couldn't think clearly, but she just remembered that she was in a dream, and the man in the dream gave her a Buddha bead, and when she woke up, there was a Buddha bead in her hand, was it a dream?

If it is a dream, why is the dream so real, if it is not a dream, why is there such a Buddha bead in my hand?

Yun Yan thought about it, but she never found the answer, she simply didn't think about it anymore, but the Buddha bead, she didn't throw it away, but carried it with her, she couldn't say why, Yun Yan just felt that this Buddha bead was worn on her body, and she was very relieved.

The smell of fireworks mixed with the freshness of dew, Yun Yan was lazy to freshen up, just like this, casually draped her hair, wearing a red dress, which did not look vulgar at all, but was graceful and luxurious, this bright red dress seemed to be born for her.

Walking out of the room, I saw Qingluan's quite busy figure, on the pot stove built on the rocks, porridge was boiling in the clay pot, and I don't know where to get it, obviously new on the board, there are wild vegetables in the mountains, which have been reconciled, and when they get closer, the fresh taste can't help but make people feel relished.

Yun Yan quietly walked behind Qingluan, hugged her fiercely, got close to Qingluan's little face, and said with a wicked smile: "Little lady, can you make this son thin and thin?"

Qingluan gave a big jump at the beginning, but the familiar taste, as well as the two soft balls on her back, told her that it was her sister.

Helpless, Qingluan said: "Sister, you wake up, hurry up and freshen up, the porridge will be ready." ”

Yun Yan said coquettishly: "No, I want you to comb my hair." ”

As he spoke, he writhed with Qingluan's delicate body, and his amazing curves could not be concealed at all under the somewhat wide red skirt.

Qingluan is helpless, her own sister, sometimes she is like a little girl.

I had to say, "Okay, let's go, go comb your hair." ”

Yun Yan was like a cunning fox who succeeded, but she hadn't forgotten to behave: "I knew that Xiao Qingluan was the best, I love you." ”

As he spoke, he gave a big kiss on Qingluan's face.

But Qingluan's face turned red.

Because, there were two children in the academy Wang watched, Jiang Ayuan and Han Shen looked at Qingluan and Yun Yan in a daze, they never expected that they would just come to drink porridge and see such a fragrant scene, which really shocked them once, but unknowingly, a new door was opened for them, but no one could tell where this door leads.

"Shame on you!"

Yun Yan covered her face and ran into the room, although she couldn't see her red cheeks and fair skin, she was mostly red.

Qingluan also blushed, but she didn't cover her face and run away like her sister

, but lowered his head to add fire to the stove.

Inexplicable embarrassment and silence.

Immediately followed by the unbridled laughter of the two child kings, in this Yuling Academy, or in this Zhongnan Academy, it was the laughter of the two of them.

Wang Yuanbao also walked into the Yuling Courtyard, looked at the two smiling child kings who couldn't straighten their waists, and said with some doubts: "What's wrong with you, what are you happy about, you can laugh like this?"

Han Shen clutched his stomach and pointed at Qingluan and smiled breathlessly: "You...... You ask...... Sister Qingluan...... Hahahahaha. ”

And Jiang Ayuan is even more unbearable, but in her heart, she not only feels funny, but has a kind of happiness, as if she has revenge.

Wang Yuanbao was even more confused, so he could only walk up to Qingluan, looking at Qingluan, who was even more red at the root of his ears, and was even more puzzled: "What's wrong? ”

Qingluan lowered his head, not daring to look at Wang Yuanbao, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "It's nothing, brother." ”

Wang Yuanbao really felt inexplicable, on the one hand, he was out of breath with laughter, and on the other hand, he refused to say, what is this?

The flame under the stove was filled with too much firewood, and the porridge in the clay pot was boiling, and there was a faint mushy smell.

"The porridge is mushy!"

Wang Yuanbao smelled the mush, shouted loudly, Qingluan woke up like a dream, and reached out to serve the extremely hot clay pot.

Wang Yuanbao's hand was sick, and he reached out and grabbed Qingluan's plain hand: "What are you doing!"

The tone was scolding, Qingluan reacted at this time, the crockpot was burned hot, if you directly served it by hand, the best result would be to burn off the skin, although Wang Yuanbao scolded her, Qingluan's heart was warm.

Wang Yuanbao attached the pure true qi of martial arts to his hands, and brought the boiling crockpot off the stove.

Han Shen didn't smile anymore, looking at Wang Yuanbao's operation, the admiration in his eyes was about to overflow.

Jiang Ayuan couldn't laugh, she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, snorted, turned around and walked out of Yuling Courtyard, she saw Wang Yuanbao and Qingluan together, she felt very uncomfortable in her heart, the gentleness that originally belonged to her own was divided by another person, and no one was uncomfortable.

As soon as Han Shen saw Jiang Ayuan turn his head and leave, he didn't care about learning from Wang Yuanbao his method of carrying a hot crockpot with his bare hands, so he turned around and hurriedly chased after him: "Wait for me!"

Qingluan looked up at Wang Yuanbao, who was still a little angry, and whispered: "Brother, don't be angry, I was wrong." ”

Wang Yuanbao wasn't really angry, but he still pretended to be angry and said, "Do you know what you're doing wrong?"

Qingluan twisted the corners of her clothes, and she whispered pitifully: "You shouldn't have used your hands to carry the crockpot directly." ”

Wang Yuanbao couldn't help laughing when he saw her pitiful appearance, his sister was really stupid and cute: "It's not you who I'm angry about, it's that you don't cherish yourself, the hot crockpot, if it's burned, it's not that anger can solve it." ”

Listening to Wang Yuanbao's earnest words, Qingluan's heart warmed, it turned out that his brother was worried that he was burned, although he was still a little aggrieved, but with this warmth, it disappeared.

"Well, remember brother. ”

Qingluan raised his head, looked at Wang Yuanbao, and laughed, and the pear vortex smiled lightly, cute.

Wang Yuanbao reached out and pinched Qingluan's slightly baby fat cheeks, he liked to pinch his sister's plump cheeks more and more, I don't know why.

Qingluan didn't follow: "Hmm~~ brother!