Spring rain is like a wonderful pen, painted a new color like light ink on the building of Furong Garden.The microwave of the Qujiang pond water seems to be filled with clear smoke, and the Yangliu wind on the embankment is like a beautiful dance.

Qujiang Pond, Furong Garden, spring day to enjoy the summer willows, autumn night to see the snow in the winter of the moon, the beauty of the year is intoxicating.

The fish in the pool is even more delicious.In the inexhaustible Tang recipe, "Southern fish and northern sheep" is the most precious, the fish eating law is the most particular, in addition to the common frying steaming and cooking, but also eat sashimi.Bai Cui Yi has a poem "fish mustard sauce, water anemone salt tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk", used to describe the fish cut into silk and then stained with mustard to eat.In the court dishes of Datang, fish and marlin silk is also an important dish, and the chef's hand is performed on the scene between the two knives, "silently flying the snow", the fish fillet is as thin as a snowflake, and the skill and skill is breathtaking.

The fresh fish in Guanzhong and Beijing is not as much as the southern water town, and it is naturally more precious.Qujiangchi royal garden is a lot of perch, but fishermen are not allowed to come to fish, but occasionally one or two people can see a fishing rod to fish in Qujiang pond.

Of course, it cannot be civilians.

The drizzle, Xue Shao was carrying an oil paper umbrella, holding a green bamboo fishing rod in his hand carrying a maze (a small stool), and the characters at his feet were crouching on the stone bridge, and the sound of the choke and choke on the stone bridge.

Listening to the sound of wood, Xue Shao could not help feeling a little sad in his heart.Many of the original things that originally belonged to Datang, such as cross-knife, kimono, architecture, writing, sashimi and even the establishment of three provinces and six provinces, including this kind of verb wood chips have been successively passed to Japan and have been preserved by them to learn and imitate.In our land in China, it is rare, and even forgotten by most people.So that some people saw the appearance of the big Tang Dynasty lady who decorated the chrysanthemum, the lipstick, the wooden cunt, and thought that it was imitating the Japanese.

Xue Shao shook his head and smiled, we are always good at emascing and forgetting our traditional culture, and at the same time, we will appreciate what others have learned from us as exotic refinements.

This is ironic and inconvenient.

The demon wears a large bucket like a chopstick with a tea bowl, bare a pair of feet, holding a pair of feet, holding a small wooden tube in the right hand with shoes and right hand walking in front of Xue Shao, jumping, with her a few childish clean voice chanting a white easy poem - "Jiang Nan good, the scenery is old Zeng.The sun is red and the fire, and the spring river is as green as blue.Can you remember the South?”

She laughs, the demon is Jiangnan, so I taught her this poem.Plagiarism, which is not intended to be a name-making profit, should not be particularly vulgar!

Through the drizzle of confusion, Xue Shao saw two figures on the corner of the front end of the stone bridge and the edge of the willow embankment.One was burly and tall, standing in a rhododendron, with an umbrella; the other was crouched under an umbrella in a gray cloth, with a green bamboo pole across the water.

Xue Shao smiled slightly, half-hanging god stick finally did a reliable thing, today Pei Xingjun really came here to fish.

The demon walked cheerfully in front, Xue Shao walked slowly and slowly, and the thin figure of the demon was somewhat vague, only to see a large bucket that did not fit her body, and heard her reciting the poem repeatedly.

Xue Shao told her that this poem describes the scenery of Jiangnan Water Township.So, the demon who grew up in the lake has been hanging it on his lips.

The demon went to the end of the stone bridge and stopped and waited for Xue Shao, and the two of them turned to look at her.The squatting station still stood up and said to the demon, “Little girl, did you make this poem?”

The sound is a little old, but it is clear and strong.

The demon raised his hand to Xue Shao and said, “My brother of the gods taught me!”

“The gods?”They both looked at Xue Shao.

Xue Shao slowly came over with an umbrella, "The demon is not rude."

“Oh!”The demon quickly put down his shoes and wooden barrels, took off the bucket, and bowed his hand to the two people under the bridge, "Go back to the old man, this poem was taught to me by my immortal brother!"

“What a nice little girl!”Both men under the bridge laughed.

Xue Shao walked a little closer, and both men under the bridge looked at him.Xue Shao held something in his hands, and nodded with a smile as a greeting.

Meet for the first time, nod your head.Neither taunting nor treacherous, just right.

Both men under the bridge nodded their heads as a salute.

Xue Shao saw that the tall man in the suit was a young man of more than 20 years old, not amazing in appearance, quiet to wood, and the waist was not hung with a rich and glamorous book student's sword, but an old cross-knife with a tea-colored wooden sheath and linen wrap.

This knife is like his people, simple and simple, but definitely a quick knife for killing and drinking blood.

His temperament made Xue Shao feel familiar and reminded him of his former comrades-in-arms in the special forces.

The old man under the umbrella, the gray hair must smile, wearing a gray cloth with a curly gray cloth on the edge, and a pair of ear-closing shoes with a lot of mud under his feet.But no one with a little eyes will see him as an old man in a civilian family.To describe the words of the future, the old man in front of him "will be a man with a strong spirit and awe-inspiring".Even if he stands among a group of people who are taller and taller than him, with this extraordinary temperament, he will surely stand up to the chickens.

The Confucian, the throes.

Xue Shao stepped on the wooden crest "cuckle, chuckle" from the embankment, stopped about 20 meters away from Pei, chose a larger stone to put Ma Zha sat down, bait, tossed, hooked, and began fishing.The demon put the bucket on Xue Shao's side, curiously used the branches to stab the earthworms in the tart, and occasionally made a few crows of laughter.

Pei and the young man resumed their previous posture, squatting quietly fishing, like two stone statues on the riverbank, and blended into the surrounding environment.

Fishing is a very patient job, and people who are invigorated will certainly not like it.

Xue Shao has always been calm, and Pei Xian is obviously also.

The lively and active demon obviously did not have any interest in fishing, and she played a worm and went to the river to step on the mud barefoot.Xue Shao ordered a few times to make her careful not to fall into the water, the demon squeaked smile, while chanting "the sunrise and the river rose red and fire", while playing with the frugal side of the past.

Xue Shao smiled, Pei Xingjun should like the demon, at least will not bomb her.Both Mrs. Pei and her children died in their early years, and the current wife is a continuation of the string, and the sons born are still very young.

He used to have a daughter, but now he doesn’t.

The demon took the trousers and stepped on the mud to the side of the thrift, smiling and looking at Pei Shuji.

He took a fishing rod in his hand and turned his head to look at the demon with a smile.

“Old man, you remind me of my grandfather!”The demon grinned, "He's just as old as you are, his beard is long and gray, and the skin on his face is wrinkled, always smiling."

“Oh, is it?”He grinned and smiled, “Then your grandfather, where’s anyone else?”

“He died two years ago!”

The young man's expression around Pei Yisheng sluggishly and then laughed bitterly.He laughed, “Oh, I don’t think I’ll live long enough!”

The demon smiled and went to Pei Xian, looked down at his bucket of fish, and squeaked, “Is this a perch?”What a small!”

“Very small?”He smiled, “It’s all a chopstick, it’s big!”

“Too small.”The demon spread out her arms and said seriously, "Our fishermen fished, and often raised such a big, big fish!"

“Haha, really?”Pei Xingjun laughed again, laughing and energetically, "Little girl, where are you?"

"I'm from Yuezhou."The demon smiled and said, "We have 800 miles of cloud dream, there are many big fish in it!"

“No wonder that.”Pei Yi smiled and nodded, loving kindness overflowed with words, saying, "The poem you just narled is remembering Jiangnan, it is very good!"

“Of course.My brother taught me!”The demon danced and was very proud.

He laughed twice, “Do you make poetry yourself?”

"No, I'll just recite it."The demon shook his head, “I can carry a lot of books!”

“Can you listen to me with your back?”He smiled, "If you have a good back, I'll buy you sugar."

“I have it!”The demon said, he took a small paper bag from his pocket, took out a few orange sesame pine sugar, raised orchided fingers with two fingers to pick up one, smiled and said, "The sister of the moon slave bought me, but it is delicious!"

“You’re still carrying pine sugar!”Pei laughed more happily.

“I’ll eat it, can you tell me?”The demon smiled forward.

The young man reached for a step to stop, Pei glanced at him, the young man stepped back, and stood with low eyebrows as if he had never moved.

“I haven’t eaten sugar in years!”He grinned and ate the sesame pine sugar.

“Cut up!”The demon laughed, “Your mouth is in my hands!”

“Hahaha!”Pei Yi’s laughter, exaggeratedly biting the sugar bar, “It’s delicious, delicious!”

Xue Shao looked quietly at him not far away, couldn't help but smile, who could imagine the old man who was greedy and bitten sugar in the little girl's mouth in front of him, a Confucian male who waved his sleeves and bones full of borders?

“You’ve eaten my sugar, and you’ve got to listen to me!”The demon on the other side said.

“All right!”Pei Yiping patted his legs and laughed, “Then I will listen to you a few words, how?”

"What's so strange about the rhetoric, I'll be able to back it all when I'm eight years old!"The demon took a sesame pine sugar into his mouth and sucked his fingers, “Study and learn from time to time, is it not sugar?”“Is there any friends coming far away, and there is no sugar?”

“What, no sugar?”Pei is timbre and funny.

“I don’t understand that!”The demon, like an old doctor in a schoolhouse, raised his finger and gave a serious explanation, "Sugar is the happiest, so it is called - no sugar!"

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[Books have a collection, see the red ticket, not sugar!^_^