The rain is like a needle falling in the sky. Even if there is only a trace of wind, it will soon scatter those needles.
Those needles are dense and dense, constantly endlessly, as if they don't stop the sky with the earth, everything is immersed in the trendy air, and it is wet everywhere.
Whether it is the world or the heart.
People only knew that a thunderous sounded, and the rain began to end up.
Everyone in the world says that it is a long -lost spring mine, indicating that the auspicious Ji Zhao who returns to the earth in spring.
No one knows in the dust of the earth, that is the main Wenqiong of Tian Bei Island.
But the facts are what people say, this rain is indeed like a long -lost spring rain.
Wake up the earth, and also wake up the people in the ground.
When He Bai took the picked firewood to enter the temple door, Bo Chengxian had dried the entire temple with Lingyu, and the fire rack had been picked up.
He quickly stuffed the firewood into the fire rack, and the fire quickly ignited.
Zhong Yan came in from the door of the backyard, holding a whole set of tea sets in his hand.
Seeing the fire piled up, he walked over and took the iron pot just on it, hung the iron pot up.
He was responsible for adding firewood. When he saw that Uncle Zhong was doing so, he didn't speak, but he turned his head subconsciously to look at his master.
In the past, only his master followed the master, and everything was arranged by Master.
This time, when I came to Canglang City, Uncle Zhong did not know why, he had to follow the prince.
He had Elder Zhan Liang, and since he was willing to bring him and the master, he had to bring Uncle Zhong.
But He Ji always felt that on the way, Uncle Zhong Yan always fell in love with his master.
Because of this, He Ji doesn't like Uncle Zhong Yan.
But Master has a good temper, and never competes with his uncle Zhong Yan, and he will not be able to say anything.
Zhong Yan cooked the water, carefully divided the tea, and brought Mr. Yan Yan and Yumei on the other side of the temple.
Mr. Yan Yan and Yumei sat on a thick chair with a long and spacious table in front of him.
"Sword"
If you want to let the Lan Xing people look at it, you must feel that it is very uncoordinated with this scene. It seems that it is hard to move this world, because although the tables and chairs are imitation wood, it is made of plastic.
But in the eyes of the people here in Shanhai, it is extremely envious.
This set of furniture is moisture -proof and mildew and insect -proof. It does not love deformation. It is firm and flat.
This is a plastic product that Yan Yan has just thought about recently. Only a few samples have been made, and they have not officially invested in mass production.
She left a set of herself and gave Mr. Yumei a lounge chair.
Zhong Yan came to Yan Yan and Yumei with tea. When I saw the two of them leisure at this moment, they asked nothing to ask: "Some disciples have never figured it out.
When he asked this, his eyes looked at Mr. Yumei.
He dare not ask Yan Yan.
For the prince, Zhong Yan was a little afraid of his heart, although Yan Yan had never lost his temper to him.
Mr. Yumei's gaze through the wooden windows of the wild temples, and cast an endless drizzle in the dark night color.
"See this rain, you know, not."
Zhong Yan's face showed a sudden expression and sighed: "Unfortunately, the owner of Wen Dao is very good, at least he chose the small cabinet owner as the heir."
Yan Yandai's eyebrows twisted slightly: "What is unfortunate? It's not dead!"
I don't know if Yan Yan's words are too direct, or this result is unexpected. Zhong Yan opened his mouth and was aggressive.
Mr. Yumei laughed: "Wendao's main crowd, but the rain was so long, it showed that others were not hindered. It just exhausted the repairs and did not reach the fairyland. This result was not bad to him.
At least confirmed that his previous practice feelings have been very good. "
Just when a few people spoke, the temple door made a "squeak" call, and was pushed away from the outside.
Mr. Yan Yan and Mr. Yumei looked at the door at the same time.
Seeing a young man who was half -penetrated by the rain came in, the young man's back was still carrying a large bundle of a solid firewood bundle.
Chai is also wet on the ground, and a large cloth pocket is also hung on the side of the firewood bundle.
Along with a young man's pouring into the wild temple, in addition to the wet rain, there is also a pungent and dignified blood.
The young people seem to be familiar with this wild temple. After coming in, they ignored the same people who had resting their feet.
The young man tied the firewood next to the corner, leaned himself on the firewood, closed his eyes, and his eyes had obvious fatigue.
The warm light of the fire piled up the whole temple is very warm. In addition, it has been cleaned up by Bo Chengxian before. Compared with the endless countryside, it is indeed much more comfortable.
The iron pot that had just burned the water had been taken down by Bo Chengxian and replaced it with the initial iron pot.
Bo Chengxian put the wild vegetables that had been used before, as well as tons of hunter. Put the clean and clean meat meat in the pot outside, and use the cooking method learned from Bi Cheng to simmer the ingredients.
Soon, there were several kinds of food mixed in the temple, and the unique fresh aroma was matched on the scene.
Bo Chengxian followed Yan Yan and went to Hunun Town. In addition to the risk of risk, he also learned the hobbies of the Lord.
Food and cooking are the two favorite hobbies of the Lord's life.
Bo Chengxian went back and worked with Bi Cheng.
He did this not to please Yan Yan, but to better take care of the prince on the road.
First give the two bowl of hot meat soup to Mr. Yan Yan and Yumei.
Bo Chengxian looked back at the corner, and he walked over with a bowl: "This little brother? Drink a bowl of broth and get rid of moisture."
The young man turned over and turned his face towards the wall.
Looking at Bo Chengxian, who was holding a bowl in front of him, he looked at the hot broth that stretched into the front.
The youth wiped two handles on both sides of the clothes, reached out and picked up the bowl, and did not thank him. He lowered his head and took a sip.
At the entrance of the thick soup, the eyes of the youth were bright, and a few mouthfuls were poured along with it before they sighed with satisfaction.
There are half a bowl of meat and wild vegetables in the soup base.
The young man looked at the wild vegetables and recognized that it was a common wild old grass. The tender branch of this grass became acidic, and the roots were slightly bitter, but there were medicines for removing wind and dampness.
The young man held the soup bowl and looked at Mr. Yan Yan and Yumei opposite, and suddenly spoke: "The carriage can go 30 miles for half an hour. Why don't you go to Canglang City to rest?"
Yan Yan also held the soup bowl, drinking the same pot of the same pot as the young man, and asked with a smile: "You can walk a moment of bells to go to Bali Road, why don't you enter the city?"
The young man removed a piece of meat at the bottom of the bowl with his hand and ate it carefully. He chewed and said, "I don’t enter the city again."
Bo Chengxian laughed and asked: "Can the little brother hold in the city?"
After the young man finished eating the last piece of meat, he got up and walked over, and still returned the bowl to Bo Chengxian: "I live in Yunzhuang."