Qingji laughed, at this time he was leaning over to make a fire, and the flame on the charcoal stove changed from weak to strong, from strong to steady, and gradually became stable and hot.
At this time, Mrs.
Chengbi had already fished out a fat fish and was putting it on a bamboo frame to dry it.
Neither of them told each other what to do, but they cooperated with it very tacitly.
The roasting fish began, Qingji washed her hands, and watched curiously as Cheng Bi focused on roasting the fish, she skewered the fish with bamboo skewers, set it on two supports, and kept turning it on a stable charcoal fire, and the other hand used a silver spoon to scoop the coriander juice that had already been pounded and spared, and poured it evenly on the roasting fish.
The fat fish is slowly cooked, the aroma slowly overflows, it seems that it can be smelled within a hundred meters, Qingji did not expect this delicate and expensive, high-ranking hostess of the Chengfu to have good cooking skills, at this time smelled the aroma through the nose, but he couldn't help but move his index fingers, he couldn't help but praise: "The color, fragrance, and taste are all good."
Sure enough, it is a first-class scorching craft. ” "Of course, do you still need to boast" Cheng Bi pursed her lips and smiled at him, there was both pride and joy in her eyes, and her face was red and fluttering with charcoal, as bright as a peach and plum in March, and a spring flower tree.
An urn of old wine is sweet and fragrant, the scorched fatty fish, even if it is not dipped in condiments, is also the most delicious delicacy, two people sit opposite each other, hold a cup and drink, eat fish, talk and laugh softly, it is really happy.
The sunlight and the shadows of the trees shone obliquely into the pavilion, sprinkled on her goose-yellow clothes, and reflected the halo on her drunken cheeks, which was more beautiful than the delicacy of the fat fish.
At least, Qingji, who had already swallowed half of the fat fish and couldn't eat a bite anymore, thought so.
Full of warmth and silver desire, in the face of such a beautiful beauty, he who has eaten and drunk enough and has been absent for a long time, it seems that he is willing to use a little crooked brain.
Mrs.
Cheng Bi's face was even redder at his burning admiring gaze, and the wine was hazy, which excited her senses, she had not been so relaxed and comfortable for many years as she was today, and the last time she had such a comfortable feeling was in her carefree childhood.
Cheng Bi was shy by Qingji, and suddenly lowered his head and said: "The wine is strong, the son is willing to listen to Cheng Bi sing a song" Qingji's eyes lit up, and he said happily: "I really want it, I don't dare to ask for it." ” Cheng Bi raised her head, glared at him with disgust and joy, and then bent her waist softly, her long belt hanging down at her waist, swaying with her standing movements.
The eyebrows are picturesque, the pretty face is full of spring, and the casual movements reveal all kinds of style.
Qingji couldn't help but praise: "Actually, singing is better than dancing, is Mrs. willing to dance for Qingji?"
Cheng Bifen's face was dizzy, she smacked shyly, and said angrily: "you, when someone is your servant in the mansion of the prince?"
She lifted a clay urn, handed it to Qingji as if she was overwhelmed, and said, "Go, fetch an urn of water." ” Qingji was stunned and said: "What is the use of Madame fetching water?"
"If you are told to go, you will go, what a lot of nonsense" Qingji laughed, took the urn, raised his legs and walked out of the pavilion.
Maybe it's because of this half-day get-together, maybe it's because of the breakthrough of hugging and kissing each other at night, maybe it's because the wine makes them bolder, in short, the words between the two people have become more and more intimate.
Qingji carried an urn full of water, and when he arrived in the pavilion, he saw that Cheng Bi had put a row of pottery bowls on the table, and when he saw that he brought water, he took the urn, poured water into the bowl in turn, and then knocked it with bamboo chopsticks, listened to the sound and then poured a little more water or poured out a little as appropriate, Qingji looked moved, and suddenly remembered a film Qin Warriors that he had watched Sure enough, Mrs.
Cheng Bi tuned the sound with water, corrected the music of the row of pottery bowls, and then struck it with bamboo chopsticks and sang a song gently: "Lan Xi Lu, Cao Lan Yu, Changmu Xuan Zeyu, Changzhou Prefecture, Zhanzhou Yanhu, Qin Xu Xu, Manyu Hu, Zhao Lan Qin Zuyu, infiltrate the rivers and lakes" She opened her mouth lightly, singing softly in Qingyue's voice, those bright eyes have been focused on Qingji, the eye waves flow, it is difficult for people to read the mysterious charm flowing in her eye waves, what kind of meaning is contained, Qingji does not seem to understand at all, he stared at Cheng Bi deeply, suddenly closed his eyes, seemed to be carefully savoring the meaning of her song, Cheng Bi couldn't help but flash a trace of disappointment in his eyes "Lan Xi Lu, Cao Lan Yu, Changmu Xuan Zeyu, Changzhou Prefecture, Zhanzhou Yanhu, Qin Xu Xu, Manyu Hu, Zhao Lan Qin Zuyu, infiltrate the rivers and lakes" The melodious singing voice sang again, the delicate voice with a soft and glutinous taste, it didn't seem to be a local song in Lu country, the birds chirped in the trees slightly, and the noisy knowledge suddenly stopped, as if ashamed to disturb this beautiful singing.
The breeze blew a pool of spring water, pushing the scales and sparkles all the way to the shore, and the glittering waves of the water were reflected on the faces of the two people sitting opposite each other in the pavilion Qingji opened his eyes and looked at Cheng Bi on the opposite side fixedly, with a convex breast, a slender and delicate shoulder like a knife, and a small waist that was not in a hand, she was as beautiful as she was, in this clear and clear countryside scenery, she was like a mimosa, with a shy smile on her lips.
"It's a nice song," Qingji sighed angrily: "But listening to the tune, it doesn't seem to be a song of Lu Guo, and the lyrics are also obscure, so it's hard for people to understand its meaning, I don't know where Mrs. heard it."
Cheng Bi was still smiling, but there was clearly a little loss and regret in that smile: "In my house, there were several swordsmen from the Yue Kingdom, and Yuan Gong of Qufu Lu Juju was one of them.
Their family members all know a few Vietnamese folk songs, and I learned this song when I heard them sing it, and I thought it was very pleasant.
What is the meaning of the lyrics, Cheng Bi doesn't know. ” "Oh" Qingji's eyes flashed, and he smiled slightly: "It's true, even this Lu country is a place, and there are all kinds of dialects, and some specific words are the two neighboring towns, and they can't understand each other." ” Cheng Bi was even more uncomfortable, and sighed quietly: "Yes, but I don't need to understand it, my mother, my grandfather, they have never left the village seven miles away in their lives, many people like them have passed a lifetime without understanding, what is the use of understanding these words?"
Her voice became lower and lower, and her head drooped, but the resentment in that tone was a little incomprehensible Qingji smiled, turned his head to look out, and suddenly said happily: "It's raining" Sure enough, the sun was shining, but there was a drizzle falling down, Cheng Bi raised his eyebrows and said: "Yes, the sun and rain, so beautiful" She stood up and walked to the balustrade of the pavilion to watch, and the drizzle was falling like silk, splashing countless ripples on the water, and occasionally a fish would jump out of the water.
On the shore, the grass is green, and when it is rained, the grass leaves are shiny and shiny, and it is gratifying.
The rain was very thin, and when I looked around, it was like smoke, separating him and her in the pavilion from the world.
"It would be nice if we just stayed with him like this, stayed here.
It's a pity that he has his world, I have my life, and it is impossible for me and him to come together after all.
Fang Cai's song that confessed his heart, fortunately he didn't understand it, if I get carried away for a while, how can I clean it up in the future" Fang just mustered up a lot of courage and poured out half-concealed and half-concealed, because Qingji didn't understand or understand, and now the rain hit, so that Cheng Bi, who was slightly sober-minded, came back to her senses, and she began to retreat again, glad that she didn't really know her feelings by him.
"When the city is built, he should go back and forth between Lu Wei and start running his business, and when everything here has a clue, I will also return to Qufu, there are not many opportunities to see him again, and I want to sing with him like this now, drinking and fishing, I am afraid that there is no chance."
Perhaps, in another thirteen years, when the hair on my head gradually grows, the scene of today can still only be recalled in dreams."
Cheng Bi thought of this, she was sad, she suddenly turned her head and smiled brightly at Qingji: "Childe wants to see Chengbi dance, Chengbi will dance for Childe in this rain."
Qingji was stunned for a moment, and said in a lost voice: "Although the rain is slender, it is very dense in the end, how can you dance in the rain, Madame is not joking?"
Cheng Bi smiled, turned her head, and shouted in her heart: "Just this time, in this life, let me dance for you this time." ” She suddenly took off her shoes, removed her socks, pulled up the hem of her skirt, and walked out of the pavilion with a pair of white feet.
The pair of feet as white as jade, stepping on the green grass on the ground, stepping on the bright puddle of water, walked to a flat place, and suddenly swirled lightly.
The robe fluttered, like a fairy Lingbo.
Qingji stood in the pavilion, staring blankly at Cheng Bi who was dancing in the rain, the skillful and graceful dancing skills, the charm of every move, completely unseen, he only looked at the face that seemed to be with endless sadness, tender as clotted fat, full of raindrops, like flowers with dew, which made people feel close to pity.
To be continued: