Looking at the content again, it was literally a thousand words away. It was like writing about a donkey but a donkey wasn't talked about. Even Zhang Chengling looked at it and felt that senior Wen was too focused when he wrote this epitaph that even forgot to include Master Long Que in his own epitaph.
Zhou Zishu had gone through a lot so he had always been rough and had thick skin to fight. After two days of sickness, he became alive and tossed Zhang Chengling around in the small courtyard of this villa making him experience suffering. It was unspeakable, but the young man dared not have complain lest his master say that he was hurt and wanted to leave.
After a small year, although this big puppet manor had only three people, it was still bustly and lively.
On that day, Zhou Zishu shrank for a long time in the arms of Wen Kexing, so on the second day of Wen Kexing was a little sincere and horrified-he knew the nails hurt, and Zhou Zishu would definitely suffer, but he didn’t know that he would suffer greatly. When he got up, he treated Zhou Zishu like a porcelain doll, and didn't dare to mess with him manually.
But who knew that after watching him with sincerity for two days, he found that this weak porcelain doll was almost heartless. He was a man who didn’t remember to feel pain. Every day after experiencing the pain, and wheh the pain passed, he seemed to forget everything. Generally, it was like a joke. It was like washing his face and then acting as though nothing was wrong.
He knew in his heart that some people aren't born to be delicate in life. It was better to feel sorry for a pig than to feel sorry for him.
When Long Xiao was alive, villagers from the mountain came up with supplies every month. He was very cautious so he only controlled his puppets to collect the items and did not see anyone.
It's almost New Year's Day. Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing studied the puppets for most of the day. But it was not listening to anyone's words either, so Lord Wen had to condescend to to pick up the New Year's goods himself.
A group of honest villagers always saw only dummies. This time suddenly they saw a flesh and blood descended from the sky to the sight of them. They thought that an immortal had finally descended, and they worshiped at the back of his meritorious deeds.
The three of them happily packed and waited for the New Year.
What is Chinese New Year? After the people worked hard for a whole year, and saving up their money and food they wouldn't normally use, they hoped that God would leave a meal, They hope that the world would be peaceful and safe, They hope that the family will come back and reunite. in the end-it was not easy to live. This was a tradition being kept since a thousand years ago
Only on the day of the New Year, people could suddenly let go, put a few firecrackers crackling, make a big move, and take out the things they had saved up for the entire year.
Even if they held back on a lot of things, Looking forward to such a replay throughout the year, even if it is too poor to clang, as long as there is family, this night would be special.
Master Wen did not expect that he would one day handle Chinese New Year's Eve dinner in his lifetime. Zhang Chengling was a young master. Although he tried to express his filial piety, he was clumsy, so he couldn't handle it. As for Zhou Zishu, he was a former Lord, still acted like a Lord now.
Wen Kexing felt that this matter was very memorable, so he took a lot of thought and decided to get busy. He first instructed Zhang Chengling: "Little tyke, go kill the chicken."
Zhang Chengling froze, looked at the murmuring chicken, pointed to himself, and said, "Senior, I ... Zai ..?"
Wen Kexing said in amusement, "Will it be able to kill you? Go ahead, the chicken must be stewed early, and it will take a long time to simmer."
Zhang Chengling took the knife in his hand trembling as he walked lamely, and gathered courage. He raised his hands, closed his eyes with a gritted teeth, and then hacked down. The chicken fluttered aside and hid, snarling his neck. Screaming, quite meaning to fight him to the end.
Zhang Chengling carefully took a step forward, boldly reached out and grabbed, the chicken saw that he was strong yet cowardly and, jumped very fiercely then pecked down at his hand. Zhang Chengling was frightened and quickly retracted his hand, and the chicken had to go in. Step by step, one person and one bird did not know who was going to kill who, so they ran around in the small yard, crying and screaming.
Zhou Zishu drew a piece of grass, squatted at the kitchen door, and watched the scene very joyfully. When Wen Kexing saw him being idle, he stretched out his toes and pushed him, then instructed: "You... get the knife, go and kill the chicken. "
Zhou Zishu raised an eyebrow and glanced at him, only listening to Zhang Chengling yelling, "Master, help!"
So Master Zhou finally said nothing, and obediently killed the chicken. He was skilled in killing and slaughtering animals. The rooster finally withered in his hands, and did not even leave any last words before it died. Zhou Zishu's effort to open his stomach was even more remarkable. After a while, he cleaned up the chicken, washed his hands and turned around, doing nothing.
Wen Kexing looked at his finished product and felt that he was very virtuous then chopped the vegetables while directing: "put fire to the stove."
Standing next to the store, there was firewood. With he head lowered and unshakeable. Zhou Zishu picked up the fire wood and set it aside, only listening to Wen Kexing who did not forget to take the time to make a joke and said, "That unfilial son of Long Que is really too ignorant to enjoy. If he eats, he should at least eat food made by humans. Food filled without warmth and love "
He gave Zhou Zishu a wink and said, "When you taste it at night, you can tell."
Zhou Zishu ignored him, squatted on the ground and studied the stove like an enemy. He clumsily picked up the fire tongs, and held it and researched it repeatedly. Several times.
Wen Kexing waited for a long time and didn't move. He tilted his head and couldn't help but say, "Okay, what's the reason why you are looking at it with affection? Quickly start the fire."
Zhou Zishu had never done this kind of thing, and took a large bundle of firewood and pushed it in, tilted his head and looked at it. Seeing that it was not filled, he thought it would be troublesome to add more firewood later. Thinking of doing it once and for all, he held another bundle, stuffed it into the stove, and nodded.
What happened next was incredible. The fire hadn't started but black smoke came out first. He hid quickly, took a big step back with his fire tongs, and stared at the stove in confusion. Wen Kexing came over to the rescue, chopped out more than half of the firewood, turned his head and cough twice saying, "Master Zhou, do you want to burn the house?"
For a moment, Zhou Zishu was dumbfounded and pretended to understand: "This wood is not good, the smoke is so big, it is probably too wet."
Wen Kexing also burst into tears and asked him to go out. He looked at Zhang Chengling's who stared back with big eyes and simply salivated, waiting to eat.
When the sky was getting dark, Wen Kexing prepared this big table for the big New Year's Eve dinner, as it became colder and colder outside. The northwest wind blew the window sash "stop", and there were several small stoves in the room. However, it was steaming, the wine was warming, and the aroma gradually came out. Zhang Chengling served the dishes with joy, and sat down, feeling like he was fascinated by the heat.
He thought that he would never have a home again in this life, and he was destined to be displaced in this life. Who knew that he could still have such a decent year, he felt that most of his grievances had dispersed, and looked at Zhou Zishu then at Wen Kexing and thought the heavens had smiled on him.
Zhou Zishu loved good wine. He smelled the wine and poured himself a cup, lowered his eyes, and then took a sip, only the wine was made by the ordinary villagers. It was not a famous product, but it contained a scent of indescribable fragrance, which melts on the tip of the tongue, and keeps all the internal organs warm and comfortable.
He remembered that at this time in previous years, the capital would be the most lively, there was a night market, and a maiden would sing on the moon mover, The city couldn’t help but be bustling with life, but the glass of fine wine for decades in that glass seemed to be stained with rouge but while thinking about other things in his heart, the wine would become tasteless, holding no fragrance.
Suddenly, a pair of chopsticks was inserted into the bowl, and some dishes were served to him. Zhou Zishu looked up suddenly and saw Wen Kexing, who always fought him for everything and was surprised. He looked at him with a soft smile and said, "Eat, drunkard."
He felt as if there was a string in his heart that was slightly flicked.
He saw Wen Kexing suddenly sigh and say with emotion: "This is really the year I have had the most fun in my life."
Zhang Chengling did not know where he was sacred, but just listened in fog, only to Wen Kexing and then said, "In previous years, Apart from dealing with a bunch of people who flattered me or had evil intentions, it was just me and Gu Xiang, Like that, after drinking a few glasses of wine, and having nothing to say to her, she would spend another year in trouble."
He shook his head: "Without a home, how many years will it take? It's boring to ask for yourself."
In Zhang Chengling's eyes, this senior Wen immediately became a poor man with a bleak life, and he felt sympathy for him in his heart. Zhou Zishu looked at him with a smile and said, "What about your... lover?"
Wen Kexing said: "One pays to get drunk, and one laughs and sells himself. What do you think it's like? Ah Xu, it's good Chinese New Year, don't be jealous."
Zhou Zishu very much wanted to use wine to splash him. In the end, he couldn't bear it, hesitated again and again, and poured the liquid into his mouth.
After having a hot dinner, Zhang Chengling pulled out a firecracker without knowing where he was, and then put it in the yard. It was booming and the firecrackers sparkled. He was like a careless teenager and laughed. .
Zhou Zishu was sitting on the steps, and the alcohol kept burning his throat. Wen Kexing also sat down and caught his hands to grab his wine cup. He smiled at him squinting, and deliberately found the place where his lips had just touched, drank half a cup of wine and licked his lips at the end.
Zhou Zishu turned his head away from looking at him, but felt that his ears were a little hot, while Wen Kexing held his hand with a smile, and pulled it into his arms to keep warm.
He felt that this year has been the happiest one in his whole life.
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