Summer solstice, one of the 24 solar terms. Legend has it that it was the first of the 24 solar terms to be determined.

Obviously, the spring equinox is the beginning of the year old, but it is actually the earliest determination of the summer solstice. Guo Xiang couldn't understand, she asked her mother why, but her mother only smiled and said nothing.

Guo Xiang naturally couldn't figure it out and didn't give up, but fortunately, there was an old man Du in the village, and the old man Du told Guo Xiang that the summer solstice had been determined as early as thousands of years ago when the ancients used Tugui to measure the sun.

Although Guo Xiang's mother doesn't know the origin of solar terms, if you want to ask about the role of solar terms, Guo Xiang's mother is naturally much clearer than Old Man Du. Guo Xiang, who grew up in the village, has been sensible since he was a child, and in addition to playing with Shanfeng Wenyuan, he naturally often goes to help his parents with farming. But at that time, the little Guo Xiang didn't say help, but it was a lot of chaos. What fell into the field and got covered in mud, and the leeches cried out in fright when they climbed on their feet, and there were countless kinds of troubles.

Thinking of his childhood memories, Guo Xiang couldn't help laughing.

"Hey, I want to go back to that time. The immature brow furrowed slightly, and he puffed out his cheeks and shook his head. No, you can't have this kind of frustration. Bai Nen's little hand clenched his fist and cheered himself up, and Guo Xiang began to continue to work.

In the soft and moist soil, a two-finger-thick green pole winds upward. At a distance of a hand's width from each hand, three or two branches were born, and there were green leaves on the branches, and when they reached about half the distance from the ground to the calf, the stems of many branches were straight downward. It's not that the plant is sick, it's that the branches are covered with little red lanterns.

If it weren't for the fact that there were thin wooden strips interspersed under this plant as support, I am afraid that each of these plants would have been bent by these bright red red lanterns.

Obviously, how can a plant give birth to a little red lantern, if the Song people who don't know much see this plant, they may ask this ridiculous question. Guo Xiang, a little woman who came out of a small mountain village, was not surprised by these red lanterns.

She bent her knees and squatted slightly, brushed a strand of mischievous hair hanging from her cheeks to the back of her ear, and held a small red lantern in her hand, her white and slender fingers pinched the stalk, and instantly removed the little red lantern and put it into the small bamboo basket that she straddled her left arm.

Today's summer solstice, the tomatoes are ripe, and Guo Xiang is ready to pick some stewed soup. That's right, this little red lantern is a tomato, a vegetable that is not widely cultivated in the Great Song Dynasty. The first time Guo Xiang saw this vegetable was at Shanfeng's house, and that day was Shanfeng's birthday. Qian Susu was going to make large intestine noodles that would only be made on Shanfeng's birthday every time, and Guo Xiang, who already knew how to help Qian Susu, came into contact with this little red lantern-like vegetable.

Cute, this was Guo Xiang's first impression of tomatoes at that time, but she held a tomato in her hand and watched it for a long time, if it wasn't for Qian Susu smiling and waking her up, she might have kept watching. Guo Xiang originally wanted Qian Susu not to cut the tomatoes to cook, because she thought the vegetables were so cute, why did she eat her. Then, Guo Xiang, who was not used to eating pasta that day, actually ate two large bowls of large intestine noodles with tomatoes.

At that time, Guo Xiang understood a truth, it turned out that cuteness was not only good-looking, but also delicious.

Later that year, Qian Susu seemed to know Guo Xiang's love for tomatoes, so she prepared a separate one for her, and she took a bite of it, and the taste still makes Guo Xiang unforgettable. It has a sweet and sour taste, very soft, like an unripe persimmon, but the persimmon does not have the unique sour taste of a tomato.

It didn't take long for the small bamboo basket in her left hand to be filled with this tomato, although it was true that she had picked too much, Guo Xiang didn't care, because for more than a year, she had a lot of experience in how to cook tomatoes. Indeed, at the foot of this Shaomu Mountain, this uninhabited place, in addition to practicing swords with her master, cooking is another pleasure for her to pass the time.

Taking boring three meals a day as a pleasure to pass the time, this person must be quite boring. Is it boring? No, Guo Xiang is not bored. Even though the master often persuaded herself to give up, she did not give up. Because maybe just one more day, just one more day, he will wake up and be able to smirk at himself like he always does, and that will be enough.

......

"An unfamiliar ceiling. ”

Surprised, joyful, Guo Xiang couldn't figure it out, her left hand had already lost its strength, and the small bamboo basket full of vegetables and fruits fell to the ground. The small red leather shoes stepped on the tomatoes that they had too late to avoid, and a lot of green and yellow liquid flowed out. Guo Xiang had already pounced on the side of the bed.

Tears have already poured out, and the taste of these tears is bitter or sweet, only she knows. It's not the sleeping face that has been seen for more than 400 days, it's the face that opens its eyes and has a light face.

Finally, Guo Xiang couldn't hold back any longer, and the bean-sized tears continued to flow out of her eyes, flowing through her cheeks that had already turned red and fell on the clothes of the mountain peak. The howling, the heart-rending howl, continued in a hut at the foot of the Shomuro Mountain.

......

"Well, I said you really don't want to read the letter that sports wrote to you? ”

"Oh. He responded coldly, like agreeing, like refusing, and even like he didn't care, as if sports were a stranger to him.

"Then I'll tell you about it, Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan, you should be a little interested, right? You really don't want to know where Wen Yuan went?" Guo Xiang was still smiling.

"Hmm. It was still a cold response.

Guo Xiang lowered her head slightly, grabbed her skirt with her little hands and then let go. "You always want to hear about the Shaolin Temple today, right? Master Zhijin and Zhiyuan, they often come to see you, don't you want to meet them?"

"Huh?"

The sound of a sword out of the body was the sound of a sword blade going out of the body. A figure appeared at the door of the hut and stepped inside, its slender rose-like sword stabbing into the throat of the mountain. "Kill him, you have taken care of him for so long, and he has treated you like this, where is it worth your more than a year. The angry and crisp voice was angry scolding.

This angry scolding naturally came from the owner of the bright red sword, and the owner of this long sword was a woman. This woman, about forty years old, wore a bright red dress. Her strange blonde hair was scattered behind her head, and the bridge of her nose looked quite spitting out on her white face. And the most surprising thing is that the blue pupils are like the surface of a frozen lake in winter, and the green orchid is like the sky. This woman knew at a glance that she was not from the Central Plains.

"Master!" surprised and frightened, his little hands had already grasped the foreign woman. The foreign woman looked at Guo Xiang's big eyes that shimmered with tears and looked at herself, where did she make a move. She sighed, withdrew her sword, reached out to wipe the tears from Guo Xiang's cheeks, looked at the mountain peaks lying motionless on the bed looking at the ceiling, snorted, and sat down at the table.

Guo Xiang cautiously glanced back at the peak, and then sat down at the table obediently. Ouyang Xue, that is, the foreign woman, that is, the master in Guo Xiang's mouth, propped her chin, stared at the wooden window of the hut and sighed again, and said.

"You, you're not good at swordsmanship, but you don't have a good look, but you have learned well. ”

Guo Xiang rubbed his little face with both hands, he had lost the crying face just now, and said softly: "That's it, I don't look at who the master is, I learned it from my good master." ”

"You ......" Ouyang Xue turned around angrily, touching the scabbard with her hand for fear that she was going to draw the sword again, and when she saw Guo Xiang sticking out her tongue at her, her heart was full of helplessness. Why did I accept such a little demon as a disciple of her, I really have no vision. Drawing his sword and throwing it, he glared at Guo Xiang and scolded: "I don't know how to teach you such a wolf-hearted dog." ”

"Hey, naturally I have to ask the master who taught this dog thing, who knows what the master taught, teach a dog thing. Guo Xiang still smiled thief. She knows her master best, the knife mouth tofu heart.

"It's all cheap. Ouyang Xue also knew that his apprentice had sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, a small person but a very old mouth, and knew that he couldn't speak, so he simply scolded himself.

"But I'm the one who likes cheap food masters the most. Guo Xiang grabbed Ouyang Xue's sleeve and said coquettishly.

Ouyang Xue laughed when she heard this, and finally couldn't hold back her face, glanced at Guo Xiang, and said, "You...... Hey, the master also likes it very much. If I could stick a few times with my sword, I'd like it even more. "Draw your sword.

"What a ruthless heart, to do such a heart-wrenching evil deed to his disciple, master" Guo Xiang held his heart with both hands, his face full of tragedy. "This kind of master is not a good master who is my favorite. But master, I suggest using a needle to sew the mouth so ruthlessly. ”

"Then sew it for you!" Ouyang Xue laughed out loud with both hands, pinching Guo Xiang's little face and pulling it to both sides.

Guo Xiang finally broke free, pitifully rubbed his little face that was poisoned by the master, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, the master is ruthless, my face is being pounded by you, I'm afraid that if I wake up, I can cut the strips underneath." ”

The master and apprentice looked at each other and laughed again. Rubbing the tears of laughter at the corners of her eyes, Ouyang Xue's heart was a little soft, she really liked Guo Xiang very much. Guo Xiang is also naturally like this, the master and apprentice scold each other every day, fighting, and after more than a year of acquaintance, they have already evolved from master and apprentice to a deeper relationship.

Both of them know that they can not feel lonely at the foot of this young room mountain because of the existence of each other.

"But the really ruthless people don't even speak badly. Suddenly realizing this, it seemed that it was not very good, Ouyang Xue turned her head and looked at the wooden window of the hut again, she was afraid of seeing Guo Xiang's expression.

Silent, Guo Xiang did not answer. In this way, the hut, which was full of laughter just a moment ago, suddenly became deserted.

I don't know how long it took, but someone finally broke the loneliness.

"Gymnastics, gymnastics, I heard you wake up?" Zhijin was full of smiles and excitement, and as soon as he stepped in with one foot, he realized that something was wrong. Guo Xiang lowered his head and didn't say anything, the most important thing was the woman, the woman who made the temple anxious now, as if she was angry.

Zhijin carefully and slowly retracted the one that had stepped into the hut, and said softly, "What's that...... It seems that I came at the wrong time, so I withdrew first. ”