In the fish pond house, the oil lamp in the house is replenished with lamp oil.
Xie Husheng picked up the last piece of raw fish and put it into his mouth, drank all the green wine in the jar, and put the jar down casually. The wine filled his heart with sadness, and he was most puzzled by it. He lowered his head and stared at the moonlight in the fish pond, and laughed at himself: "This wine is a bit bad."
The empty altar was put aside. Jun Bubai stood up, dusted himself off, and replied casually: "When I come here in the future, I will bring a few more altars of immortals to drink for you."
Xie Husheng smiled slightly, his voice was cold, and he said in a long tone, "In the future, I'm afraid I'll lose all my interest in drinking."
Jun Bubai stretched his waist. Jiang Xiaoyu was sleeping soundly in the room, holding the tiger head doll in his hand tightly around him. Jun Bubai let out a long sigh. Xie Husheng, who could rule the world with one punch, would now feel sad for a little girl he had only met for two days. He picked up the sword, chopped the moonlight with one strike, and rose into the sky, "Since you are not happy with the wine, you and I might as well have a fight at Taihu Lake."
"That's what I meant." Xie Husheng responded readily, jumped out of the fish pond, tapped the water with his toes, the ripples spread, and he reached the center of Taihu Lake. With troubles on his mind, only a fight can resolve the predicament.
Taihu Lake under the moon.
One is a green shirt, the other is a white shirt.
The wind of fists hunts, the swords ring lightly, and they don't stop for a long time.
In the fish pond house, Jiang Xiaoyu woke up from his nightmare and shouted at the top of his voice, "Daddy" in confusion. At this time in the past, her father had already broken in, took her into his arms, and hummed off-key nursery rhymes to drive away her nightmares. No one answered today. Jiang Xiaoyu pinched the corners of his clothes, jumped off the bed with the tiger's head in his hand, and ran barefoot to the open space of the fish pond in the courtyard.
The fish pond is clear, and several Taihu white fish are sleeping in the water.
Among the empty jars scattered in the open space, the aroma of the wine brewed into the jars was the green wine that Dad often drank.
Jiang Xiaoyu knelt down, stretched out his fingers to rub a drop of green wine into the wine jar, and sipped it into his mouth. The bitter wine went into his throat, causing him to choke in tears. When her father was drinking here, she secretly licked it, and it wasn't as bitter as it is today.
There was also an empty plate and a stack of balsamic vinegar at my feet. When dad drinks, grandma will prepare crispy fried lotus root fish for him.
This scene is still there, but my parents are nowhere to be seen. Jiang Xiaoyu curled up into a ball and buried his head in his chest.
The wind picked up, ruffling the moonlight over the pool, and someone put clothes on her to keep out the cold.
Jiang Xiaoyu poked her head out, and Xie Husheng, dressed in plain clothes, had his back to her, standing on the fish pond, blocking the cold wind in the courtyard with one punch.
Suzhou Tianxialou.
Jun Bubai landed on the eaves of the third floor. As soon as he stepped on a piece of green tile, a gust of palm wind came from the courtyard, making him unable to open his eyes.
"Who broke into my world and went downstairs?" Liu Yunniang shouted coldly in the dark, and the person fell on the eaves with the wind in her palm.
After the battle with Xie Husheng in Taihu Lake, he was exhausted. Jun Bubai dodged the wind of his palm and his breath was weak, "Mother Yun, it's me."
Under the moonlight, Jun Bubai was in a state of disgrace, and he did not live up to the majesty of the poster. Liu Yunniang glared angrily, and struck out another palm, with a sour taste in the palm, "You shameless thief, how dare you turn into the appearance of my poster."
Liu Yunniang's state of transformation is the five flavors of smoke and Luozhang, the five flavors of the kitchen, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Sour can dissolve bones, sweet can stick to people, bitter can enter the heart, spicy can be confusing to the eyes, and salty can eat flesh and blood.
The sour taste of a palm can dissolve bones. Jun Bubai didn't dare to take it hard. He blew away the sour taste with a knife. Liu Yunniang was a few years older than him. She said with sweetness in her mouth, "Hey, sister Yun Niang, it really is me."
Liu Yunniang sneered at the corner of her lips, stepped aside, and taunted: "You have been hit by me, I am sorry that you can't run away, what is your code word, tell me and let my sister hear it."
After being hit by a palm, Jun Bubai was puzzled and found that his shoes and socks were stuck to the green tiles. He felt sticky and uncomfortable all over. When did that sweet palm hit him? When he thought about it, his mouth was filled with sweetness and his lips were licked with silk.
Liu Yunniang kindly reminded, "If you don't tell me anymore, you won't be able to talk about it until your mouth is completely stained."
Jun Bubai hurriedly replied, "Taihu fish."
A Taihu white fish flew from the courtyard onto the eaves, and Liu Yunniang said in a strange tone: "The secret code is correct. I wonder if you can make this Taihu fish?"
What kind of words did Lou Wanchun spread to make Yun Niang treat him like this? Jun Bubai took out the knife and peeled off the bones. The fish was exquisite and translucent. "Now I am convinced."
"It looks like the original poster's swordsmanship, but it's better to be cautious. I'll find someone to identify it." Yusheng was caught by the porcelain plate Liu Yunniang carried with her, and she turned over and jumped off the eaves, leaving Jun Bubai alone on the roof, glued into a candy figure. .
"Sister, please untie me." Jun Bubai begged at the top of his lungs, but no one responded.
Jun Bubai was standing on the roof of the building having a cup of tea.
Lou Wanchun carried a bowl of salt water up to the roof and poured it into Jun Bubai's mouth. The salty and sweet taste was balanced by the salty taste.
Being teased by Liu Yunniang, Jun Bubai poured out the anger in his heart, "What's wrong with Yunniang? Didn't you explain it clearly to her? If everyone is tested like this, if the thief comes in the future, everyone in the building will be tortured." Half dead."
Lou Wanchun held the bowl and sighed, with a look of helplessness on his face, "That aunt Su Wan is back."
The salt water was so strong that he was confused and couldn't figure out his thoughts. Jun Bubai's anger continued, "What does Su Wan's return have to do with Yun Niang?"
Lou Wanchun was sitting on the eaves with a fat body. When Jun Bubai came back, he also chased Liu Yunniang and complained: "She happened to bump into Yunniang when she came back."
With that statement, Jun Bu Bai spat out the bitterness in his mouth, and he actually neglected to mention that Su Wan would return to the world and go downstairs. Su Wan would definitely tell Yun Niang about Sui Dingfeng when she came back. Jun Bubai bent over and sat down next to Wanchun on the floor. Liu Yunniang lost her last bit of strength after all this tossing, and said feebly: "Hey, if I had known this, I might as well not hide it."
Lou Wanchun glanced at the courtyard. Liu Yunniang was in the kitchen and had not yet come out. "The landlord is also afraid that Yunniang will lose her position, so she concealed it. She will figure it out when she is less angry."
Jun Bubai closed his eyes to rest and asked weakly: "How is Dingfeng?"
Lou Wanchun lent him a piece of shoulder, "Su Wan said that she can get out of bed and walk after tomorrow. Yun Niang is cooking fish fillet porridge in the kitchen. Tomorrow she will go to Shennong Medical Center with Su Wan to take care of her for a few days."
His eyelids were too heavy to lift up, Jun Bubai replied slightly: "You should pay more attention to the things in the building these days. When Lingyuan comes back from the Wang Family Courtyard, you can go back to Wanchun Building to stay longer, Yang Mom also needs someone to take care of her."
Lou Wanchun looked away. In the brightly lit Wanchun Building in the distance, someone was waiting for him to go home. "The things in the building are still important at the moment. Guinong Villa has arranged a secret sentry over there in Wanchun Building. Wait a few days before we can return." It’s okay to go back.”
On the side, Jun Bubai was fast asleep, snoring weakly.
In the courtyard, Liu Yunniang carried a steaming bowl of fish fillet porridge to the eaves. If you go out in the evening, you must be empty. The freshly cooked fish fillet porridge is just the right apology. Lou Wanchun pointed at Jun Bubai's sleeping face and reminded her not to disturb her.
Liu Yunniang understood, she quietly walked down the eaves, looked at the moon and smiled, the resentment in her heart had sunk into the bowl of fish fillet porridge, and whispered: "We are family members in the world, there are some things that we don't need to hide from each other."
The porridge will become soft after being left for a long time. Liu Yunniang turned around and went back to the kitchen to braise a new pot of beef with soy sauce. The beef with soy sauce is delicious when eaten cold.
In Jinling City, there is a porridge shop that only opens at night, but there are no porridge drinkers.
The woman dressed in black hurriedly walked into the shop, her embroidered shoes were covered with a circle of pearls.
The woman was still young and had never been here before. She looked around with panic in her eyes.
The young man on crutches limped out of the back hall and placed twelve bamboo sticks on the counter. Each bamboo stick had the name of a porridge on it, "Do you want to buy porridge?"
The woman nodded timidly, stretched out a finger, picked it back and forth on the bamboo stick, and finally landed on the bamboo stick with eight-treasure porridge written on it, "I want... I want a bowl of eight-treasure porridge."
The young man took out the bamboo stick, leaned forward and said, "I'm sorry, I put this stick in the wrong place. The girl should choose one from the remaining ones."
There were eleven bamboo sticks. The woman didn't know which one to choose. She bit her nails and frowned.
Seeing her embarrassment, the young man took out a bamboo stick with eggnog fermented rice on it and handed it to her: "This one is good. Your master will definitely like it."
The woman took the bamboo stick dubiously and said, "How much does it cost for a bowl?"
The young man put away the other bamboo sticks and took out a pen, "Ten thousand taels."
Ten thousand taels for a bowl of porridge, the woman did not refuse, she held the bamboo stick in both hands and asked carefully: "I need to report back to my master."
"Please." The young man smiled cheerfully and extended his hand to signal her to go out and ask for instructions from his master.
The woman clutched the bamboo stick and hurried out the door.
There was an inconspicuous carriage parked in the darkness of the alley around the corner. The woman lifted the car curtain and handed the bamboo stick into the car.
In the car, a sharp voice of reproach came from a woman, "Why isn't it rice pudding?"
The woman shrank her neck and whispered back: "The shopkeeper chose this lot."
There was silence in the car, and a soft and boneless hand reached out from the car, holding out the bamboo stick, "Since I chose this stick, it's okay, how much do you want to bid?"
"Ten thousand taels." The woman took the bamboo stick back and placed it across her chest.
The hand dropped the curtain, not caring about the price, "Tell the shopkeeper that it will be delivered at this time tomorrow."
The woman nodded, walked back to the porridge shop, handed back the bamboo sticks, and told the shopkeeper that ten thousand taels would be delivered at this time tomorrow.
After watching the woman leave, the boy on crutches drew a horizontal line on the bamboo stick with a red pen and limped into the backyard.
The young man stepped into the backyard, looked up at the moonlight, sneered, tapped his cane, and jumped onto the eaves, turning into a ray of moonlight and running towards the Qinhuai River.
Along the Qinhuai River.
The drunk man sang obscene lyrics and kicked open the door of his courtyard.
The yellow dog in the courtyard barked a few times, but the man picked up a huge stone and hit it, dragging its tail and crawled back into the kennel.
The man smelled of alcohol and cursed: "Are you dead? I didn't know how to go out to greet you when I came back. You are like a dead person. I spent so much money to redeem you, so that you can serve me, not for me." You are so embarrassed, and you raise a dog to bite me. Your daily expenses for food, clothing, rouge and gouache are not my money. If I had known, you would have died on Qin Huai's ship."
In the house, someone was holding a lamp, and a thin woman ran into the courtyard holding an oil lamp to help the drunk man with a bulging belly.
The man kicked her to the ground. The woman didn't cry or yell. She hurriedly got up and helped the man who was about to fall, "My lord, you are drunk. Be careful not to get hurt."
The man threw a palm, knocked the woman to the ground, and kicked her, "You bitch, did you curse me to fall to death so that you could take advantage of my body and find a pretty boy?"
The woman was kicked in the lower abdomen, her face turned pale, and she collapsed on the ground, with a river of blood flowing between her legs.
The drunk man took a sip of wine and wanted to curse again, but couldn't. He threw away the wine jar and scratched his throat with both hands, as if something was stuck in his throat. When he scratched his neck, it was bloody and bloody. The mud was soft and breathless on the ground, and the tongue was missing from the gaping mouth.
A ray of moonlight shone in the courtyard. The young man on crutches held the unconscious woman in his arms and threw the bamboo stick into the house.
A woman dressed in white as snow walked out of the house, caught the bamboo stick, and bathed in the moonlight, looking stunning.
