It's the Dragon Boat Festival again.

Yimo reluctantly locked himself in the room and refused to go out. Ren Liuyan ignored him no matter how much he knocked on the door. He sat sullenly by the window and looked through the gap at the fiery red pomegranate tree in the yard. . Last year, it clearly bore a lot of fruit, but not even a jar of wine was enough. Who hates pomegranate in his house?

Yimo recalled carefully, Liu Yan picked a basket to give away when the Zhang family married a wife next door; Liu Yan also gave a basket when the school in the town opened to teach; have to catch a few of his big red pomegranates... A pomegranate tree with a lot of fruit, just been sent by Liu Yan, don't remember leaving a little for him to make pomegranate wine. It's really disgusting.

Even taking his pomegranate out for the festival, how could there be such an unreasonable person.

The more Yimo thought about it, the more unhappy she became. She snorted and closed all the gaps in the window lattice.

"Are you ignoring me?" The voice outside the door was accustomed to helpless, just asking this question, he didn't mean to wait for him to respond. Just pacing back and forth outside the door, still waiting for him to change his mind. The footsteps were much slower than I remembered, with the sluggishness of old age, but the pace was still slow and slow.

After waiting for a while, the footsteps became lighter, slowly getting lighter and farther away.

It just went away.

Yimo couldn't help but just walked over and opened the door when a large bunch of wormwood hanging on the lintel fell wildly from the sky, spreading flowers everywhere. He frowned all of a sudden, the unpleasant smell all over his body made him dizzy. At this moment, there was movement in the back room, and he hurriedly ran over to see that the window that had just been closed by him was already wide open, and a little old man with white hair stepped in with a neatness that was not in line with his skills.

The midsummer noon sun was just right, and his white hair was as smooth as silk, shimmering. He stood there, patting the dust on his sleeves, smiling like an urchin, and suddenly frowned: "I twisted my waist."

He can really toss.

Yimo narrowed his eyes, "If you don't go through the door, you have to climb the window. When are you so young?"

"I don't know who has the temperament to keep me outside and refuse to answer the door." The old man replied, rubbing his old waist while walking over and tugging at his sleeve: "I've all come in, and the room is full of Wormwood flavor, you don't like it, why don't we go out and be stubborn?"

The older he gets, the worse he gets, and all such tricks are used. Yimo thought that if he didn't go out again, the realgar powder would be flying all over the house in a while.

I had to reluctantly agree, and asked again, "Is your waist no longer hurting?"

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

"No realgar wine."

"Don't don't."

"Don't eat dumplings."

"One?"

"No, it's just your incompetent stomach."

"half each?"

"You take a bite."

"...Two?"

They negotiated slowly, rummaging through the clothes for the trip.

"Tie your hair." Liu Yan said.

Yimo sat upright in front of the bronze mirror, with the old man standing behind him, combing his long, messy hair with a rhino horn. many. The dry hands deftly pulled up the gray ones, combed them properly, and the last one did not hurt him, and firmly tied the crown of his hair.

Liu Yan stared at the person in the bronze mirror who had taken care of it, and stared at it for a long time. Still the same sentence.

"You are so pretty."

After so many years, have never been tired of hearing this sentence. Yimo rolled up the corners of his lips and laughed. He was in a good mood and didn't care about the pomegranate that was missed last year. He took his hand and stepped out of the door to go to this Duanyang Festival together.

Although it wasn't a good life, even if he was already human, he didn't like this festival. Realgar wine, wormwood and calamus were all he didn't like. However, having someone he was happy with offset all his unhappiness.

"Dragon boat!" Liu Yan raised his finger and pointed to several brightly colored wooden boats on the river, and then pointed to the mighty stream of people by the river: "Don't squeeze my old bones, you take me to a high place to see."

"I want to take you to fly." Yimo looked down at his hand: "But I'm also an old bone."

He said that he became unhappy again, and looked at his mottled hand with a gloomy face. Yimo also knew that this was wrong, but the older he got, the more eccentricities he had, and his temperament was not under his control.

"Then go and squeeze." Liu Yan grabbed his arm and left without waiting for him to react.

The beauty of the good day is so short, how can he be allowed to be sad. The two old men dragged the other and rushed into the crowd, but they stunned everyone else. The neighbors and villagers have been around for decades, and who did not know them. Fearing that the two of them would collide with each other, they couldn't avoid it, they stepped on each other and pushed each other, making way for the two of them embarrassedly.

"Liu Lao, please slow down!" The young man couldn't stand being pushed and shoved, and shouted, "There is a space for the two of you on the high platform, so why not squeeze here?"

"Huh?" Liu Yan was stunned for a moment, then stopped and asked Yimo, "Have you accepted the post?"

Yimo thought about it for a long time before remembering that there was such a thing, so he nodded and said, "Maybe."

"Then let's go to the high platform?"

"No." Yimo looked around and suddenly changed his decision: "Just squeeze!"

He said so, and Liu Yan naturally obeyed, so the two well-dressed old men, one tightly holding the other, just rushed through a sea of ​​people, screaming and screaming to kill the surrounding crowd, and rushed to the front of the river in one breath. A few sailors on the dragon boat saw this situation amused, and shouted: "You two elders just get on the boat and give us a lot of fun, okay?"

Liu Yan turned to look at Yimo again, but Yimo didn't answer. He dragged him and crawled up the boat. The two climbed up and sat in the center. The young men beside him were very happy and began to prepare. .

"Draw well," Yimo said. "If you win, I'll invite you to a drink. You can pick one of the jades in my jade shop."

The young man looked at him and then at Liu Yan, and when Mr. Liu nodded, he immediately shouted. Sure enough, as soon as the race command sounded, the boat was more valiant than any other boat, and it rushed out invincible.

No suspense took the first.

I was so happy today.

The whole town was full of joy, especially the group of sailors who had won the top prize. Sure enough, one of them picked a favorite jade ornament, but none of them picked up the top one, but it was only a medium-sized jade, and the one they chose was beautiful. .

Yimo even drank three glasses of realgar wine and allowed Liu Yan to eat a whole big zongzi.

"The second old man will come back to my boat next year." The young man patted his chest and promised, "I'll give you the first place next year."

"Okay."

Liu Yan responded and turned to look at Yimo, also smiling happily.

The next year they didn't wait for the two old men to board their dragon boat.

Before the dragon boat race, their only son closed the jade shop and told them that the two old men were gone.

Instead, they left a small dragon boat carved with jade for each of them.

It is said to be a gift carved by the two of them by themselves.

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"Shuangyu Ji" Author: Su Hen

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The story of Yimo and Shen Qingxuan's son Shen Jue

Please eat it in combination with the childish god of "Encountering Snake".