Banxian Yao glanced at the little half-immortal outside: "Then did that Jiang master mention my mother?"

Mo Liunian nodded: "The head of Jiang is good, and he also asked about your mother's situation, and I didn't say anything more when I knew that she was doing well." ”

Banxian Yao said: "Although my mother has been with my father for 20 years, I know that she has always missed the medical pulse of the Snow Mountain. Speaking of this, Xian Yao stopped talking, she felt that she seemed to have said too much in front of Mo Liunian.

That's how you left, left my world, I have been struggling between strength and softness, I don't know how to face the days without you, missing you has become a habit, I have changed the habit of having your company in the past, to miss to accompany my floating heart.

When you miss a person, a scene, a time, the first thing you think of is that familiar taste.

Because of you, most of the spring is enough to bloom beautifully. You said that this spring, my space is a busy day, and what I miss is a little sad, but fortunately, we have a tacit understanding of thousands of mountains and rivers, I hope that such a red dust accompaniment, when the end of my life, we are with each other.

When I grew up, I slowly understood, and when someone asked, I didn't like to talk about it. There is an indescribable sullen feeling in my heart, as if there is a grievance, a kind of uneasiness, and a kind of longing. I don't know what I'm longing for, but I often have a similar dream. In that kind of dream, I would always walk to a very familiar door, and my heart would be filled with a sense of relief, thinking that this time I was home, and I would never leave again, never again, and then, just as I was about to reach out and push the door, I woke up from the dream.

It's late at night, listen to a song that you and I used to listen to together, and then miss you lonely, miss those past pasts, I don't know who will be the same as me at this moment, also listening to the song that belongs to you, will those past events also bypass your heart, entangled in the sad past.

We have shared memories and we have our own futures. No one has to blame anyone, youth is the companion, and the old are scattered. Those snowy winters, the boy without an umbrella, the vows blocked by the door, the goodbye covered in snow.

Forget her, forget her so you don't have to endure, forget her so you don't have to be in pain, forget her, forget what you don't have, forget what others have, forget what you lose and can't get in the future, forget hatred, forget humiliation, forget love, forget the prairie like a rhinoceros, forget the lake like a water bird, forget heaven like a person in hell, forget what you once walked fast like a fly, forget is the only thing ordinary people can do, but I decided not to forget her.

Where are you now? Do you occasionally think of the days you spent together? The nostalgia and memories scattered around the world have always been buried in the bottom of your heart, do you occasionally miss the crazy afternoon together? What about the love in the memory, are you still waiting? Are you still waiting for the person in the memory?

The woman thinks more that her husband can lean on her side and never leave, and she thinks more that those days of low eyebrows and smiling and drunk in the world have never gone away. But there was no way, fate gave her the happiness she once had, but it also gave her the loneliness later. For many days, she had no way to retreat from her thoughts, and even though her tears soaked her red sleeves, no one knew.

We really have to go a long way to understand where our home used to be and how it was, and we can't go back and find it. It really takes a long time for us to understand what kind of people and what we really miss.

How many years away from home, the feeling and pain of this moment of tomorrow and the end of the world, it is still quite difficult to control, fortunately, it is only a short moment, otherwise what will happen to most of the people in this world, only God knows.

It's late at night, the moon climbs into the night sky, I can't write to you, because you can't read, I can't call you, because you can't walk for a long time, only, through this cold moonlight, in the bottom of my heart, pour out my deep concern for you.

There were no bitter tears, no regrets, and the departed had no idea that it was about to be a farewell. Leaving with a smile is the happiest parting. All the reluctance is left to the person who is waiting. The day is coming to an end, after parting, will we see each other tomorrow Tomorrow, maybe the end of the world.

Those who have transferred to another school should be familiar with the scene of September morning, when your parents promise you that everything will go through, as if they remember it! Actually, they forgot all about it, but it's not their fault, they're just getting old.

The years are silent, quietly running over your eyebrows, the world is traceless, and the vicissitudes of your face are not revealed. A period of time cuts a memory, but there is no passing year in the memory. We are all fine, it's just that the timing is not coincidental, there are always so many partings, there is always so much sadness, there is always so much destined. Because we didn't shed tears but rejoiced, time was passing.

The memory is shallow, and only in a casual situation will I think of it as if I didn't think about it. Running water in the year. Just like that, I don't look back, and I take it away, and there is still the most beautiful time. Time, because of the distance between the mountains and rivers, was divided into two sides of the strait. This shore is the cold smoke of autumn water, and the other shore is already red like rain. It may be a bit hasty to use the time of a burnt of incense to recall all the past, but it is enough to make a girl who has no experience in the world grow into the cardamom years.

A glass of the past, swallow it, whether it will be clear, but that expectation can't keep your eyes. On Hongchen Mo, how many gatherings and dispersions? Where does the silent mind go? Who planted the wrong lovesickness, and who made the wrong parting song?

Banxian Yao sighed, poured two cups of tea, and stopped talking a few times, but then swallowed what he was about to say, but asked nonchalantly, "How is Master Jiang's health lately?"

Mo Liunian was still making cakes with her head down, and she didn't notice Banxian Yao's expression, she said, "It's very good, by the way, how are you doing these days, have you been in trouble?"

Banxian Yao said: "No, it's very calm." ”

Mo Liunian handed a finished cake to Banxian Yao: "Come, try it and see if it's delicious." ”

Banxian Yao clapped his hands, but he was not polite, he took the cake and took a bite, the pancake was fragrant and soft, and the minced meat was even more delicious, and when he bit into it, he tasted a soft and delicate taste.

The original soft and crispy cake turned into an aroma in an instant, and it was in close contact with the taste cells of Banxian Yao, which further highlighted the crispness of the lettuce and the tenderness of the gravy.

Later, I put on a dish of extremely delicious meat, and when I took a bite of it, the meat particles wrapped in it made Banxian Yao want to stop, and then I burst into tears when I ate it halfway through, and I couldn't help myself.

"This cake is really good, the color is golden, the taste is rich, fat but not greasy, thin but not woody, it is really not greasy. ”

Banxian Yao remembered the expression that Banxian Yi had eaten his own food in the past few days, and had to admit that this was the gap, so he couldn't help but ask: "Xiao Mo, why can you solve the Gu for Banxian Yi?"

Mo Liunian turned the cake over neatly: "I don't know, I don't remember anything except the memories of the past three years, and even your eldest brother helped me give me this name." ”

Although Banxian Yao was very puzzled, she knew that Mo Liunian was not lying, so she said, "Maybe you were a very capable person before you lost your memory." ”

Mo Liunian smiled faintly: "It would be nice if that was the case." ”

After Banxian Yao finished eating a cake, she was still unsatisfied and embarrassed to ask for it again, so she had to ask: "This cake is almost ready......

Its skin is particularly thin, ripe mango skin, with a gentle peel of the hand, you can peel off, after peeling off the skin, you can see the fresh yellow and tender flesh, you lick it with the tip of the tongue, you can feel the fragrant and sweet taste, you can also feel its meat is loose and soft, you can feel it in the middle of eating, there is a trace of something, I heard my father say that this is a fiber, but I still don't understand what this is. When you eat the innermost part, you will find that it has a shell, some of which are thick and some are thin, of course, depending on the size and variety of mango.

A dexterous hand, with a special posture, grabbed the fried rice and smeared a large piece of mutton under the mustache, I don't know what special condiments were added, it was particularly tender and refreshing, and it was chewed in the mouth.

"Three-color hibiscus balls, delicious spicy soup, fresh peony cakes......" A rice stall on the street is fragrant and has many customers. Cheng Bei and Nu Yao glanced at each other, and immediately sat down and grabbed chopsticks and other delicacies. Waiting for the meatballs and soup to come up, I couldn't wait to bite into it, the juice was sweet and full, and my mouth was fragrant, and Cheng Bei's heart was convinced.

One plate is a cut of tender lotus root slices, and the other plate is a red sugar paste, wrapped in many small round balls, I can't tell what they are, but it looks like candied fruit or something. He took a fork, forked a small round ball, and ate it while standing. As soon as it arrives, it is pink and sweet, and there is some osmanthus fragrance.

The artichoke in the fire pit is beginning to ripen and exude a strong fragrance. He took it out, kept pinching it, and poured it back and forth in his hand, and then peeled off the skin, revealing a layer of white sand-like surface in a cloud of white gas. The bite was so delicious, but the throat was dry and choking.

The spicy, crispy, sweet and sour, and soft are skillfully blended together, and it is so delicious! I gulped it with relish, and I ate a bowl of delicious and refreshing snacks, and the unique taste lingered on the tip of my tongue for a long time...... Looking at the remaining soup at the bottom of the bowl, I really can't get enough of it, and I really want to eat another bowl

The coke circle is like a bracelet, hard and crispy, bite off a section, chew it, very fresh burnt fragrance pervades, it makes the taste of the bean juice retreat instantly, chew the coke ring, you have to drink another sip of bean juice, this cycle constitutes the fun of drinking bean juice.

But although cottage, the quality of the food.

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