Chapter 186: A Missed Opportunity

The red paper was spread out on the clean table by Mo Qing, and the two spirit stones acted as a paperweight, pressing against the two ends of the paper. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After filling the newly bought brush with ink, Moqing scraped off the excess ink at the edge of the inkstone, and then picked up the pen and wrote neatly in the folded square of red paper.

The unique aroma of the ink wafts through the air, as if it can wash away all the mania in the heart and make people feel calm again.

The black ink, paired with the red paper, needless to say, reveals a sense of festivity.

Mo Qing put down the pen in his hand, carefully dried the ink on the paper, and then walked to the door of the small building with them.

A moment later, a pair of red and black couplets appeared on both sides of the door of the small building.

'The days increase and the years increase the longevity of the people, and the spring is full of blessings. ’

This is the content of the couplet, and it is also the sentence that Huang Laoxie writes the most every year.

The moral of the couplet is very good, that is, Mo Qing's words are ugly, but it doesn't matter, compared to the previous coldness, these are enough.

Putting two big blessing characters on the door of the small building, Mo Qing felt that everything had become so pleasing to the eye.

After washing his hands, Mo Qing got some bought meat and vegetables, mixed them together, chopped them, put in spices to prepare them, and began to make noodles, which is what Mo Qing is good at, so he did it very easily.

Although low-level disciples have a certain ability to clear grains, they can't go without eating or drinking all the time.

Although there is Bigu Dan that can be consumed, the price is too expensive, so it is mainly based on ordinary food.

Not all people are as perverted as Fangzheng, and they can live by eating some pine nuts and drinking some dewdrops.

Mo Qing didn't want to let the first Chinese New Year's Eve he spend alone pass away quietly, and while tonight was more leisurely, he planned to make it up.

The meal on Chinese New Year's Eve is very simple, you only need to eat two bowls of dumplings with large fillings and thin skin, like ears.

The dumpling wrapper spun rapidly under the round rush in Mo Qing's hand, and after a while, a stack of moderately sized and just right thickness of dough appeared in front of Mo Qing.

Take the skin, wrap the filling, bend into an ear shape, and the dumplings will soon be connected from end to end, and the clusters will be around the round pot lid, forming regular circles, representing the reunion.

It is only placed like this during the Chinese New Year, and it is arranged in rows on weekdays.

The dumplings were wrapped, but Mo Qing had no interest in eating, looking at the ear-shaped dumplings, Mo Qing's expression suddenly became very lonely.

After a while, Mo Qing silently put the wrapped dumplings into the storage bag, pushed open the door, and walked into the cold night with the blessing general.

Although the weather is still cold, the evening wind stubbornly brings the unique breath of spring, and when you take a breath, the heaviness in your heart seems to dissipate a little.

There are almost no birdsong at night, as if they can't bear to disturb this aesthetic mood.

With the clear glow of the starlight, Mo Qing walked slowly along the bluestone road, and he didn't know how long he had walked, but suddenly he had the idea of wanting to sit on the mountain peak he went to that night for a while.

The mountains there are high, deep, and misty, which is indeed very suitable for a person to be in a daze.

As soon as this thought appeared, it grew like a weed, filling Mo Qing's brain, and there was no other thought except for this thought.

Mountain, Mo Qing stepped up, and the moon came out, Mo Qing stood where he stood last time, ignoring the moon in the sky behind him, and the whole person looked at the low sky in the west in a daze.

If you stand for a long time, you will naturally become hungry, not to mention someone like Mo Qing who has not eaten seriously for a long time.

The stove and pot he had brought with him were immediately propped up on the flat rocks behind him, and after a rain prayer spell, half a pot of clear water was in the washed pot.

A few orange fireballs were thrown into the stove below, and the sparkling fire ignited on the high mountain, which seemed to echo the starlight in the sky.

The water soon boiled, and the white heat was a little more ethereal in the moonlight, Mo Qing took out the wrapped dumplings from the storage bag, went down to half of the pot, and the rest was placed on the mountain stone by him with the lid of the pot......

Holding the steaming dumplings in his hand, looking into the distance, silently wishing his deceased relatives in his heart, Mo Qing began to eat.

A bowl of blessing and a bowl of ink and green, the food is extremely sweet.

It's just that the speed of eating Mo Qing was put down, not that he was eating, but that there was always a sound of swallowing saliva behind him, and no one could eat comfortably.

Although the voice was extremely low, it still couldn't escape Mo Qing's ears.

Looking at the many dumplings left on the stones beside him, Mo Qing hesitated for a moment and poured them all into the pot.

The white dumplings gently rise and fall in the boiling soup, and after a while, an enticing aroma comes out.

Mo Qing took out a pair of clean dishes and chopsticks from the storage bag, filled a full bowl, and turned around and walked not far away.

"This is a reunion dinner, meeting is fate, if the girl is interested, she might as well eat some ......"

In the eyes of the two men in black who could almost kill people, Mo Qing said to the girl in the yellow shirt sitting in the car.

I looked at the food in other people's bowls and swallowed my saliva, but it was discovered by others, and when such a thing happened to my head, it always made people feel a little embarrassed.

The girl in the yellow shirt was not an ordinary person, and the embarrassed look on her face only flickered before returning to normal.

She smiled at Mo Qing, and then cast Chu Chu's pitiful gaze on the two men in black behind her.

Mo Qing also returned her with a smile, cast an apologetic look at the two men in black, put the bowl full of dumplings and chopsticks on the ground, and the people returned to the stove, and then dealt with the dumplings in the bowl.

The things have already been sent out by themselves, and it doesn't matter if they eat Mo Qing or not.

I just felt that the little girl's saliva was too loud, so out of kindness, I sent her a bowl of dumplings.

It wouldn't be good if it attracted hatred because of this, but looking at the girl's eyes looking at the dumplings, Mo Qing felt that such a thing should not happen.

In the end, the man in black could not resist the pleading gaze of the little girl, and they could not figure out why the young lady, who had always been well-behaved and distressed, insisted on eating these dumplings today.

It's all to blame on this kid, if it weren't for him, Miss wouldn't be like this, if he was checked out by himself that there was something wrong with this dumpling, then this troubled kid wouldn't live!

The man in black who was probing little by little with the bowl thought viciously, and Mo Qing, who was eating dumplings, felt the cold gaze behind him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

I'm really a lot of things, and it's better to do less of this kind of spontaneous thing in the future.

A bowl of dumplings was passed in the hands of the two men in black, and when each of them used their aura to roll up a careful taste, they were extremely uneasy to give the dumplings that were already a little cool to the hands of the girl who had been looking forward to it for a long time.

Mo Qing, who was eating the third bowl, naturally didn't talk much about talking nonsense about eating hot again, it was purely an uncomfortable behavior for himself.

The girl with the dumplings was extremely happy, she showed a big smile at the two worried men in black, and then picked up the bamboo chopsticks under the nervous eyes of the two men in black, picked up a dumpling, opened her lips that were not bloody, and bit it gently.

After chewing it slowly a few times, a pair of big eyes narrowed slightly, obviously the taste of dumplings suited her appetite very well.

After eating a dumpling, the two men in black felt as if a year had passed, although the two had not found any problems before, but they were still relieved after all.

At this time, after seeing the girl eat a dumpling, there was no reaction, and the hanging heart slowly let go.

However, the qi that locked Mo Qing did not relax, and I believe that as long as the little girl has a little adverse reaction, Mo Qing will definitely die.

Mo Qing, who had already eaten up, smiled bitterly in his heart, why did he bother to come.

"I'm going to get a jug of wine, don't get me wrong. ”

Mo Qing's voice came out, and he was now worried that these two nervous guys would suddenly make a move because of his actions, so he let him know in advance.

A wine jar made of black pottery appeared in Mo Qing's hand, patted open the sealing mud, uncovered the red silk on the mouth of the jar, and a rich aroma of wine came out.

Amber wine rippled in the white porcelain bowl, reflecting the stars in the night sky and the bright moon that ran overhead at some point.

Shake the bowl in your hand and shatter the light in the sky.

The wine is pear blossom white, which is Uncle Molun's favorite wine on weekdays, and Mo Qing deliberately installed two jars when he left. He doesn't drink alcohol on weekdays, but he wants to take a sip tonight.

The slightly cool wine immediately turned into a full belly of heat, extending from the throat to the stomach, and the unique aroma of pear blossom white echoed between the lips and teeth.

The black-clothed man's eyes narrowed slightly, and with his vision, he could naturally see that the wine Mo Qing drank was not even the most ordinary spirit wine, but he didn't know why this kid drank it so sweetly.

Half a bowl of wine accompanied the past and slowly slid into the stomach. After drinking the last drop of the wine in the bowl that he didn't want to come down, Mo Qing carefully sealed the opened wine jar and put it back into the storage bag.

Drinking a little less of this kind of wine is also a thought to treasure it.

For some reason, the eyes of the two men in black looking at Mo Qing were not as cold as before.

Maybe it's his own delusion, Mo Qing chuckled and shook his head.

The girl's meal was still not large, and although she thought the dumplings were delicious, there was still half a bowl left.

Mo Qing didn't care about the girl's slightly apologetic eyes, and smiled lightly as comfort, and then began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

It may be that Mo Qing's posture is very attractive when she does these things, or it may be because she ate dumplings just now, the girl in the yellow shirt did not look at the bright moon in the sky this time, but looked at Mo Qing who was constantly busy with her back to her.

The dumplings were eaten, the wine was drunk, the scenery was seen, and the rest should be home.

After cleaning up his mind of running away, he waved to the girl in yellow shirt, and saluted the two men in black, and Mo Qing turned around and walked down the mountain with the blessing general.

"I ate your dumplings, so I'll give you something in return. ”

The girl in the yellow shirt suddenly said to Mo Qing, who was about to disappear.

Mo Qing paused for a moment and didn't look back, just waved his hand like that, and then walked down the cliff, and his figure quickly disappeared into the fluttering clouds.

"I'm talking about Tsukidan's gift. ”

After a long time, the weak whisper of a girl sounded on the top of the mountain.