Long years (88)

The clear lake is not as good as the rainy lake, the rainy lake is not as good as the night lake, the night lake is not as good as the moon lake, and the moon lake is worse than the snow lake.

Lin Yutong said that the ancient literati were quite leisurely. It took many laps of walking in the lake to sum up this statement.

Most of the snow lakes are only appreciated in the early morning after snow.

This kind of taking advantage of the night, which is not considered night, but in the middle of the night, when everything is silent, to swim in the lake against the flying snow in the sky, Lin Yutong thought, there must be some from ancient times to the present, but definitely not many.

Then Lin Yutong was so stupid that he wrapped himself up like a big bear and followed the fourth master quietly out of the house. The two stepped on the snow and boarded the boat at the pier in front of the house.

The fourth master must have packed the boat a long time ago. There were people on the boat holding small charcoal stoves huddled in the cabin with thick curtains and taking a nap. As soon as the boat rocked, he woke up and opened the curtain: "Coming? Sit inside quickly.

It’s warm inside…”

As he spoke, he took the fur hat and scarf that had been put aside, wrapped himself tightly and went out to stand on the bow of the boat.

There is no need for lights on the boat. At night, the development area is full of neon lights of various colors. When the lights shine on the white snow and then reflect, the light has a dreamy hazy quality.

As soon as we settled down, the boat rocked and started to shuttle on the river.

Lin Yutong sat at the window, opened the window and looked outside. He couldn't help but take a deep breath. The cold air was filled with the unique fragrance of plum blossoms. Looking around, the snowflakes all over the sky were falling with colorful lights.

Not to mention, I have never seen such exquisiteness.

After leaving the river and reaching the lake, the scenery changes again.

The first heavy snowfall has fallen, and the lake has not completely frozen, but as the boat moves, you can see scattered ice, thin pieces one by one, swinging away. The light from the distance shines down, and the snowflakes fall down.

Like little bits of broken silver, they fell down one after another. Silver light suddenly appeared on the lake and spread out with the water flow.

Fourth Master held Tongtong's hand in his palm and said, "Are you cold?"

When I'm with you, I'm never cold.

She walked over and put her ear to Fourth Master's ear, saying something so clear and simple.

Fourth Master's fingers rubbed the back of her hand, and his movements paused slightly.

The rower outside couldn't hear what was going on inside at all. For the sake of money, he served these two people who were obviously mentally ill. Really, in his opinion, they were just mentally ill.

Did you accompany your wife to the boat?

Why doesn't he believe it?

I often pick up some students, and I often hear some "romantic" words.

He scoffed at this. What's romantic about?

Romance is to freeze all night, go back and put the money that is as cold as ice particles under your wife's pillow, and say: buy whatever you want.

As for everything else, it's all superfluous.

Those who come out to waste this money are either young people who have just gotten married, or they are married to other people's wives.

Judging from her age, she is not young, she must be his wife.

The 'dog man and woman' who were regarded as having illegitimate joy had no sense of this at all, so they cuddled together and looked at the scenery outside. When they returned to the pier at the entrance of the community again, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

At this time, the lights in the entire urban area of ​​the development zone were turned off.

After getting off the boat, the fourth master gave money to others. The elder brother was also interesting and said to the fourth master: "Brother, we are destined. After tonight, you don't know me and I don't know you. But I have more

To put it bluntly, this wife must be a rotten person..."

Lin Yutong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The fourth master held his wife's hand and raised it, "Brother, this is an ugly wife. I would also like to advise the eldest brother, don't just think about making money, take your sister-in-law out for a walk when you are free.

, designated to be happier than if you gave him a wad of money..."

Then he pulled Lin Yutong away and entered the house. Lin Yutong pushed him: "Whose wife is ugly? Who is ugly?"

The fourth master laughed, picked him up and went to the bedroom.

Qingning got up to drink water and turned on the light in the living room. Then she saw his father, who was dressed like a bear, hugging his mother, who was even more bearly than a bear. Originally, the princess hug only seen on TV should be pink.

The color is bubbly, and the result is... it's a bit eye-catching.

She looked up at the clock hanging on the wall: three eleven.

It's really midnight.

"Where are you going?" He returned us home without even saying a word.

What a naughty kid!

The fourth master hugged the naughty child and his mother refused to let go: "I went out on a date with your mother. Do you have any objections? If you have any objections, hold them in and go to bed."

hahahahhahahahaha!

With a rhythmic and unclear laughter, Qingning stepped on the stairs and went up with her chin raised.

Lin Yutong also heard her daughter muttering: "...someone will take me out for romance in the future..."

So his tone was full of sourness and not unusual.

My parents said to themselves: I hope you can meet such a person in this life who is willing to take you out for romance.

After lying down, Qingning couldn't sleep.

I say that, but I feel in my heart that it’s better if my parents have a good relationship. It’s better than those who clamor to live their lives. For example, Gao Jie often comes to harass Strictly, all with complaints, such as mom and dad are quarreling again, what’s wrong with dad?

You can't talk to female students alone, otherwise your mother will definitely not give up. Having said that, it's a good thing that she doesn't live in the faculty and staff family building, otherwise, if the quarrel continues like this, the shame will be lost at grandma's house.

I have heard too many nonsense about this, so I know that my parents never quarrel, they never get red in the face, and the atmosphere at home is always comfortable no matter when I come back.

Turning my eyes, I had some vague expectations in my heart, whether I would meet someone in the future and be able to stay with him for such a long time.

It’s not like she doesn’t understand anything. Really!

Those who rushed to help her on duty, those who secretly bought her snacks, those who talked to her by copying her homework, all blushed when they saw her, and she knew why.

But when it comes to whom she likes, she closes her eyes, there is no such thing as wanting to see someone she hasn't seen yet.

They all said in private that they would strictly follow her...

strict?

She muttered the name, probably because she saw him often, and it really didn't feel like her sister said she wanted to meet him and take a peek.

Maybe he is too familiar.

The next day, on the weekend, I came over early in the morning with a half-pot of mutton soup, and freshly baked crescent moon cakes, "Lao Yang's mutton soup..."

Before his parents got up, Qingping had already gotten up and went into the kitchen. Aunt Zhang hadn't come yet, but she actually went to warm the milk.

Qingning came down with his head like a chicken coop. Qingping took the things in Yan Yan's hands, turned his face and asked Qingning: "Have you washed your face?"

"I washed my face and brushed my teeth." She didn't comb her hair, so she scratched the hair on her head and said, "I want to cut it."

Yan Yan blushed: "Stop cutting it..." The mess looks good.

Qingning raised her hand to grab her hair again, and tied it into a ball with a rubber band before saying, "Why are you here..."

Strictly staring at the white arm exposed from the lotus leaf sleeve when Qing Ning raised her arm.

It's strange! He had seen Qing Ning wearing suspenders in the summer, but at that time, he really didn't think that those half-shoulders were attractive. But now, just looking at them like this, he doesn't dare to look directly.

But he said in disgust: "What are you wearing?"

Qingning lowered his head and took a look. What was he wearing? The pajamas made by his mother, and he said goodbye to autumn clothes and autumn trousers. The upper body was made of silk fabric, pink and plain, and only the hem and cuffs were in the style of lotus leaves.

It was very roomy. The lower body was wearing wide-leg trousers, in a green color, and on the feet was a pair of cotton slippers made by her mother, embroidered with a few tadpoles with a hint of childishness. She thought it looked good, just like a lotus, standing gracefully.

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"It doesn't look good?" Qingning snorted, "You are blind."

I really appreciate your confidence.

Strictly sit down: "To eat, I went out to buy it early in the morning. I had to queue for a long time."

It is said that the craftsmanship of Lao Yang's mutton in clear soup has been passed down for hundreds of years. In the past, they did not have a storefront, so they were doing business in their own house. The customers were also old customers. Later, they bought a shop in the development zone, and the curtains of the three rooms were above

There are two floors, three floors in total. They only sell mutton soup in the mornings before dawn, but unfortunately, it is very popular. Many people line up to buy and eat.

A sip of mutton soup is the most comforting thing on a cold day.

Qingyuan came down after smelling the smell upstairs. He only brushed his teeth but didn't wash his face. He sat at the dining table early and waited.

Qingping brought the pot into the kitchen, put it on the stove and heated it up, "You have to eat it hot to feel the most comfortable."

One person came out and filled half a bowl, which contained more soup than meat. He also chopped cilantro and green onions, took out pickled radish with sugar and garlic, and ate the soup with sesame seed cakes. Several people gathered around the table and ate.

Only then did Qingyuan remember to ask his parents: "Are you on duty again today?"

"I haven't gotten up yet." Qing Ning pointed towards the bedroom, "I guess it's four o'clock before I go to bed. I have to sleep until noon."

Qingping smiled and said nothing. When her fourth uncle and aunt went out, she knew that she always slept lightly.

Qingyuan thought it was because his parents were working overtime and they were used to it. He didn't even ask any more questions. But he turned to Qing Yan and asked, "Why did you get up so early? Just for a mouthful of soup."

Your sister has been talking about it for two weeks!

Yan Yan responded vaguely: "Don't you also like to drink?"
To be continued...