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Chapter 23 Chapter 27
Without warning, they both fell silent.
At this moment, the sun came out, and the glass panes let in the sunlight. Zhaozhao sat hot in the light, moved his legs, and caught a glimpse of Shen Ce staring at him, mixed with familiar things, which was the usual expression after making fun of her in the past.
She sensed something was wrong and stared at him. Have you been deceived again?
His thin lips were slightly pursed, as if he wanted to smile, but he couldn't help but put his head aside. Then he coughed: "I'll try changing the beans for you." He picked up two empty cups, turned his back to her, and left with a smile.
She woke up: "Shen Ce!"
He laughed and pushed the door away.
When he came back, Zhaozhao disappeared.
Shen Ce guessed that he was so angry today that he would be willing to talk to him for an hour. He brought the white porcelain cup to the bedroom door on the second floor, put it on the dark brown floor, knocked on the door and said, "I was wrong, I'll give it to you. Admit it."
No reply.
"Coffee is outside the door."
Still no reply.
At five o'clock, the garden house brought the first-year meals, and the ingredients were ready, just waiting for the pot. It was an elderly couple who were the stewards of the long house. They were the descendants of the people around the earliest great-grandfather, who were more like family members. The old couple wore old-fashioned coats, the mother-in-law took off her coat, and the figure in the long-sleeved cheongsam was busy in the kitchen and dining room, and asked Shen Ce in a low voice, where is the younger sister, no one was there.
"You're angry with me." He pointed upstairs calmly.
However, his anger returned to his anger, and Zhaozhao knew good manners. He called and said that the housekeeper of the house was there, but she didn't nod, and they didn't dare to cook. After a while, she appeared in the living room, put her hands in her jacket pockets, and greeted the old couple softly.
No matter how conflict, the elders and juniors can't quarrel, it will hurt the hearts of the elders and spoil the temperament of the juniors.
Shen Ce wanted to talk to her, so she tucked into the sofa and watched TV.
He immediately understood that his anger was not exhausted, and he had to wait longer.
Wait until dinner is served. New Year's dishes will always please everyone. The mother-in-law brought a pottery pot of sea cucumber, abalone, pork knuckle, squid, marinated eggs, etc., and she said "full of pots", and the dish and oysters brought "good fortune". , Pig's feet said "Fat House Run", Zhao Zhao was attracted. The mother-in-law served the roast duck, and the taciturn old butler rarely spoke, saying that the duck sounded like "Jia". In the past, when Shen Ce was still studying, the dish that was always served every year was the top three.
When waited for the next dish, sweet and sour pork, mother-in-law happened to be interrupted by the boiled soup, so she turned around and went back without adding any color to the dish.
He specially put a piece of sweet and sour meat for her: "guess what this is?"
Zhao Zhao bowed his head and ate without saying a word.
After a while, a sticky and sweet piece of sweet and sour pork was thrown into the bowl again, and he sandwiched a second piece for her: "It's a good idea to eat one more piece."
After finishing speaking, he went into the kitchen and replaced his mother-in-law to come out for dinner, saying that it was the last reunion, and he would come in person.
Zhaozhao quietly asked the dish in front of him while he was away.
"Eating sweets for the New Year, sweet and sweet." Mother-in-law said with a smile.
Zhaozhao poked the empty bowl lightly with his chopsticks, saw Shen Ce's shadow on the frosted glass, took a piece of pineapple, and sipped slowly.
The mother-in-law and the housekeeper chatted softly, saying that it was rare for Shen Ce to not enter the kitchen since she was a child, and she was probably learning how to be a big brother. She thought of the bean sprouts with wine, her heart softened and she ate the third piece of sweet and sour pork.
Before leaving, the mother-in-law was thinking about the daffodils in Shen Ce's flower room, took out a stack of thin red paper from the leather bag she was carrying, and complained to herself that she only remembered to cook and forgot to cover the flowers with red paper. Shen Ce took it and asked them to leave first. These things should be done by himself and his sister, and they could be done in a few minutes.
She was still eating the glutinous rice balls he cooked, spoons in the wine-brewed soup, and going around with grains of rice.
"Want to talk to me?" he asked, "but you can't think about it, you have to wait for me to speak first?"
"I'm too lazy to care about you," she finally said to him for the first time since the afternoon, "Trick me every day."
He asked in his ear, "If you want to get along for the rest of your life, always say sweet words, are you tired of it?"
"Not tired."
He nodded, indicating that he knew: "Shen Yan has a knack for coaxing his wife, and he will learn from him in the future."
She glanced at him, and it was clear that you were more able to coax people.
The two returned to the roof garden, and Shen Ce tied the red notes left by her mother-in-law to the daffodils one by one. "Is there a way to tie this?" She took one out of his palm and learned how to tie it.
"No way. She thinks that the color of narcissus is too plain and not suitable for the New Year, and it is tied like this in the bungalow every year."
She nodded, leaned over to the other end of the sofa, and looked at the underglaze red cloud dragon pattern plate containing the narcissus. The glaze was thin and the color was bluish-white. Filled with water and pebbles, the pattern on the bottom of the plate disappeared.
"Looking at a porcelain plate, you are so fascinated?" He leaned over.
She stroked the pebbles with her fingers.
"The short-lived flowers are blooming, why don't you take a look?"
opened? The gardener said that it will be open in the next two days, and she is still thinking about it and waiting to see.
But in case it was a lie again, she decided not to look back.
"Thank you for not looking again." He smiled.
"...Not so fast, the gardener said it would take an hour or two."
He deliberately lied to her and led her to turn around: "This time the breed is different."
She couldn't bear it anymore, turned her head back, and caught a glimpse of the green in the corner holding the blooming white.
really open. There are hundreds of kinds of flowers in the flower house, which are more beautiful than the epiphyllum. The attraction is that the flowering period is short and it blooms at night.
"Seeing Epiphyllum for the first time?" Shen Ce asked.
"Well, have you seen it?" she asked. "In your mother's conservatory?"
"In Jiangnan."
She laughed: "Putuo? Remember such a small thing?"
"Jiangxi Jiujiang."
"That's Jiangnan?" She thought it was just Jiangsu and Zhejiang.
He nodded.
Jiangnan has a wide range in the past and is the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, including of course Jiujiang in Jiangxi.
"Jiujiang used to be called Chaisang," he said. "It's bigger than the current Chaisang district. It is the most important military town in Jiangnan."
He added: "The reference I wrote for you, the phrase from the Warring States period, Tao Yuanming also quoted, in his Mr. Wuliu."
She nodded. Why did it suddenly turn to Tao Yuanming?
"Tao Yuanming is a native of Chaisang, and he can see some shadows of his hometown Chaisang in his works."
Is that so? Peach Blossom Spring, it should be so beautiful in ancient times.
"Go on." She heard the taste.
"say what?"
"Everything is good, I like to hear from you." She grew up in a foreign culture since she was a child, and officially returned to the Shen family when she was a teenager, so she was in touch late, but she liked it very much. She read many books, but it was not as systematic as he said.
"Everything is fine?" Shen Ce pondered, as if thinking about something.
He immediately said: "If you want to understand human nature, learn how to be a human being, and understand the books of the pre-Qin and Han Dynasties, it will be enough for one's life. Just like I told you before, many views have been recorded in ancient times, and they are only used in future generations."
"Um."
"Just give an example. In the Spring and Autumn Period, Confucius first said 'seek benevolence and get benevolence'. In the Warring States period, this person who said that he was not related to the poor and lowly, following Confucius' remarks, also said 'seek benevolence and benevolence, and righteousness and righteousness '. To this day, we still use seeking benevolence to gain benevolence, but this is an early view of the pre-Qin period."
"Um."
"Tao Yuanming's quote from the Warring States period is the same."
"Um."
"Another example." He stopped abruptly.
Zhao Zhao listened fascinatedly.
"In the Ming Dynasty "Jin Ping Mei" there was a time when Hui Lian'er was called to be loved during the period, and there was a saying, 'The war has already begun to untie the color, and the tentacles are getting busier. The ecstasy has a unique fragrance inside the skirt.'"
Golden bottle plum?
"Quoted from a beautiful poem "Ten Fragrant Poems" in the Liao Kingdom during the Song Dynasty."
"Um……"
"There is a good sentence in this poem," he continued, "Who will warm white jade and carve a soft hook incense."
He likes her because she looks like white jade with suet fat.
She and Shen Ce looked at each other, thinking, aren't they talking about inheritance...
He used the boiled water to make tea for her, still pretending to be a preacher who solves puzzles: "When it comes to incense, you know how to distinguish incense. The ten incense words are written in the ten incense words. Should you be interested?"
She nodded, swaying, trying to listen carefully.
He leaned back on the sofa and stroked her hair: "In the past, women were called black and green clouds, so it's Green Cloud Fragrant." His fingers were still the same as they were in the past. , stroked lightly: "Neck fragrance."
He looked down at the neckline, trembling and fragrant.
"What is it?" She also looked down.
Shen Ce smiled: "It's nothing," his fingers brushed against her face and asked in a low voice, "Guess this?"
The others followed and kissed him, and when he came to his face, he could hardly smell a dull sentence: "Fragrant pink cheeks."
Cha Yan seemed to surround them both. He moved to her lips and asked softly, "Do you still want to know?"
She breathed lightly, as if standing aside watching how the two of them were kissing, he opened his lips slightly, and she pressed each other's lips together. Today was the most leisurely and undisturbed day in years, and every second was theirs. He was not in a hurry to go deep, and every inch of movement was extremely slow, slightly moistening her lower lip: "Open your mouth."
She opened her lips slightly and kissed him lightly.
"An Zhilang's mouth contains a warm fragrance."
Warm sweet fragrance? It fits. Combine Shen policy.
The hands are the fragrance of spring bamboo shoots, and the feet are the fragrance of soft hooks.
Zhaozhao took off his shoes and socks, and kept his sweater for fear that she would be cold.
Then there is the ecstasy under the skirt.
From piping hot tea to cold to icy cold. He searched for the teacup, moistened her mouth, and tangled her lips with her again.
Only she has seen Shen Cerou, and only she has experienced his plunder. When you are soft, he will rub your earlobe and lower lip with your fingertips, and when you are hot, he will make you fall into a bottomless abyss before you can cry.
It was like being suddenly surrounded by thousands of horses and thousands of troops, and the sand scraped her body. Her vision was blocked by murderous aura, so she could only rely on her sense of smell to find him and hug him... Even if the real body of this army of thousands of horses and swords and swords was Shen Ce.
She put her fingers on his shoulders and murmured, "Thank you."
Even from blooming to blooming.
Shen Ce lowered his head, kissed her sweaty face, and asked her with a kiss whether he wanted a child belonging to Shen Ce and Shen Zhaozhao tonight.
In this matter, he never lied to her. He wanted her child, he thought more than once, but he didn't want her to suffer. In the past, he would blame himself for days and months when she cut her fingers and bruised her cheeks.
She is different to him, and the relationship between ordinary women and men is different.
Instead of saying that she has to make up her mind, he also has to pass a psychological barrier, so Zhaozhao suffers for this?
After Shen strategy hesitated, he chose to give up.
This back and forth, the sweat went down quickly, and was stuck in sweat. She sneezed a few times.
Shen Ce was afraid that she would catch cold, so he didn't let her go out. He went to the room to get his thickest coat, wrapped her, and hugged her directly from the sofa to his front, hugging her to take a shower just like he hugged a bride in the past. He kicked the door and walked towards the elevator.
"Don't you have a wound on your arm?" She wrapped his collar around him, afraid that the wind would blow in too much, so she wanted to jump to the ground and walk by herself.
"On the first day of the first year, hold for a year." He stopped her.
Zhaozhao thought for a while, and put his arms around his neck: "If you can't hold it, tell me, I can carry you. I can carry it." She was eager to try, just for fun, all for the sake of winning.
In the night wind, eyes full of moonlight, looked down at her.
The darkness in his eyes disappeared in an instant, making her feel empty, as if she had lost something.
"Can't hold it?" She wanted to get down.
"I won't hold her," he hugged her tightly, looking at the silver metal door, "As long as you don't mind, I'll hold you until old age."