"What's the fuss, hurry up and eat. Seeing Wu Xing staring at the full table of food without moving, Mr. couldn't help but suspect that this little girl was hungry and stupid.

Wu Xing suddenly came back to his senses, ate the remaining half-sized milk nest in his hand in three or two bites, and began to fight with the fish on the plate, Mr. watched Wu Xing break the fish on the plate into thousands of pieces while eating, smiled helplessly, and called the guy to ask for a small spoon, "Scoop it with a spoon and eat, slow down, beware of stabs." ”

Wu Xing nodded carelessly, carefully scooped up a spoonful of minced fish, and took a big bite into his mouth.

It wasn't until she drank the last bowl of tofu soup that Wu Xing wiped her mouth with her sleeve with satisfaction, burped a little, and began to rub her little belly again, but unlike Fang Cai, she was uncomfortable with hunger just now, and now she is uncomfortable with fullness, and she knew that it was not good to eat too full, and it would be uncomfortable.

Mr. narrowed his eyes, and his jade white fingers shook the wine cup, which attracted Wu Xing's attention, "Sir, what does the wine taste like?"

"The natural taste is wonderful, and the sorrow is like snow, and it melts away when you enter the wine. Would you like to taste it?" Mr. smiled and handed the wine cup in his hand to Wu Xing, who carefully licked it with the tip of his tongue and took a sip. "Do you know what it tastes like?"

Wu Xing smacked his lips, it doesn't taste good, how could Mr. like to drink this kind of thing? Hearing Mr.'s question, he carefully tasted it again, "It's a little spicy, it's a little bitter, and it's a little sweet." ”

Strange, how can bitter and sweet be tasted in the same thing?

The gentleman laughed, "There are many kinds of wine, but it is always brewed from the essence of the water valley and the liquid of the ripe grain. Therefore, its taste is sweet and bitter, bitter and light, and the sex is mainly hot. The clear spring wine we drink today is the same kind of grain as the milk nest you just ate, how can the milk nest be sweet, but the wine not sweet?"

The delicious milk nest and the unpleasant wine are actually made of the same thing? Wu Xing couldn't help but smack her tongue, she didn't eat at all.

The gentleman shook the white porcelain bottle on the table, it was empty, and he couldn't pour a drop of wine, and secretly said that it was a pity that the last cup was drunk by the little girl who didn't know the taste of wine.

Then he stood up and prepared to leave, and when he turned around, he saw that there was reluctance in the little girl's eyes, and raised his eyebrows to follow her gaze, which turned out to be a scroll on the wall that gently swayed with the breeze, and the inscription on it was a seven-character quatrain:

The black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumped into the boat.

The wind blows and blows away, and the water under the lake is like the sky.

The handwriting on the scroll is chic, majestic, giving people a kind of coldness on the face, it is indeed a good word, is it possible that he always makes Ah Wu practice calligraphy to have a problem?

Mr. touched his chin and thought, but heard Wu Xing ask, "Is there a gentleman in this building who wrote it?"

Cheng Yanqiu was a little puzzled, but he still replied, "No, what's wrong?"

Wu Xing pulled his sleeve and asked him to sit down, and the person who had never drunk alcohol suddenly drank a glass and became a little upset, and his originally pale face was a little flushed, and he boldly asked, "Mr. write a poem." ”

"Sir writes a poem and hangs it up. ”

Cheng Yanqiu was a little stunned, let Wu Xing shake his sleeves, and said helplessly, "I am from the rivers and lakes, how can I write poetry?"

Wu Xing lit up the coquettish function as if he had no teacher, "Write a song!"

"Oh well. Cheng Yanqiu was a little soft-hearted by her, so she had to reluctantly agree, pinched Wu Xing's flushed cheeks with her fingers, pinched a piece of soft meat and gently pulled it, "You little girl!"

He called his men to put pen and ink on the paper, cleaned up the scraps on the table, spread the paper on the table, and lifted the pen.

Wu Xing stretched his neck to look, only to see that Mr. was full of ink and dropped the first stroke on the fine raw rice paper-

The gentle autumn breeze sends the sun, and the scenery on Longquan Lake is good.

The pen is vigorous, the meaning of the words is mellow, and they complement each other. Wu Xing waited expectantly for the next sentence, worthy of being a gentleman, sure enough, he can do anything, and he can write poetry!

Cheng Yanqiu looked at the little girl's appearance, and had a bad heart for a while, and wrote down a sentence in a few strokes.

I invited Ah Wu to a fish stew, and Ah Wu invited me to pine nut candy.

Wu Xing was immediately discouraged when he saw it, and pouted, "This doesn't count, I can understand it, how can it be considered poetry!"

"Oh, what you can't understand is poetry, but what you can understand is not?" Cheng Yanqiu said with a smile.

Wu Xing turned her head away angrily, Cheng Yanqiu simply stopped teasing her and made up the remaining two sentences.

Sugar is sweet like Awu, and Awu is sweet like sugar.

The wine is not intoxicating, but it is drunk, and the reason is that the fairy child is common.

Wu Xing said that he didn't look at it, but he still couldn't help but glance at it secretly, and suddenly his already red face seemed to expand a little, and even his earlobes were slightly pink, and he said, "Mr. is teasing me." ”

The gentleman laughed and said, "Our Ah Wu is gifted and intelligent, different, beautiful in appearance, and graceful and moving, why is it not a fairy child?" After that, he threw the pen and silver to the man, and told him to frame it, and then picked up Wu Xing, who had eaten and sunk for a while.

Wu Xing lay on Mr.'s shoulder, stretched out his hand to cover his cheeks, like the glass of wine he had just drunk, a little hot, and thought of the poem written by Mr., like the piece of pine nut candy he ate before, no, a little more than pine nut candy, sweet and silky.

She knows what she looks like, with a single eyelid and a small nose, sparse eyebrows and a sickly white complexion, her hair has just grown out of a short section, and she is pressed by her hat like half a melon skin, only a pair of black and bright eyes are still quite spiritual, at best, she can barely be considered delicate and cute, how can it be as good as Mr. said, it must be Mr. who coaxes her to be happy.

Mr. hugged Wu Xing downstairs and put her down, and said with a natural attitude, "You better go by yourself and consume food." ”

Wu Xing keenly felt that Mr. had some undisguised dislike for her weight after she was full, and silently opened her little short legs to follow Mr. 's steps.

The two of them went shopping for a long time to eliminate food, Cheng Yanqiu took Wu Xing to the tailor's shop, and bought two ready-to-wear clothes, one set of green silk and one set of brocade, both of which were azure and had no patterns, but fortunately they were comfortable to wear, so they had to be easy to change and wash, but there was no such small size as Wu Xing in the clothes made in the shop, so he waited in the store for a while, so that the tailor could change his body now.

An apprentice came up with a cloth ruler to measure Wu Xing, Wu Xing obediently let others fiddle, raised his hands for a while and turned in a circle for a while, Cheng Yanqiu suddenly said, "According to this size, make two more sets of winter clothes, two sets of small clothes, underwear, thick-soled boots, and take them after January." ”

It's better to do a few more things, so as not to remember when the time comes, and I don't look like a master.

Wu Xing was a little puzzled, he bought these and added them to the teaching, it was enough to wear them, why did he buy so much? Although he was puzzled, he didn't say anything, and initially laid the foundation for a sentence in his heart.

What the gentleman does and says is right!

After the clothes were changed, Wu Xing tried to fit it very well, and was ready to go back, Mr. should be very busy, and he could take out an hour or two of free time to take her out to eat and buy clothes, she should be content.

When the two of them went out of the city, they passed by the guest house again, it was no longer a meal, there was no shouting from the people at the door, but the door of the store was still wide open, Wu Xing looked up and looked inside, the wind blew through the hall, the calligraphy and paintings on the wall rattled, weaving a pleasant and clear sound, I don't know why, she saw at a glance that the hall was full of calligraphy and paintings, which was not inconspicuous, just framed and hung on it, and it seemed that there was still a paste fragrance.

The gentleman's familiar handwriting came straight into her eyes in the swing of the scroll, and on it was a sweet seven-character poem, and at a glance it was clear which adult made it to coax the child.

The gentle autumn breeze sends the sun, and the scenery on Longquan Lake is good.

I invited Ah Wu to a fish stew, and Ah Wu invited me to pine nut candy.

Sugar is sweet like Awu, and Awu is sweet like sugar.

The wine is not intoxicating, but it is drunk, and the reason is that the fairy child is common.