Yuan Xiao imagined that Bai Wenlin lit a cigar, put it between his fingers and fed it to his mouth, then took it back with just one sip, and smoked the rest of Bai Wenlin.

"The last time I found news, it was said that cigars contain 20 times more ammonia than cigarettes, and five to 10 times more cadmium than cigarettes. They are rich in carcinogens, and it is easy to get pancreatic cancer."

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Yuan Xiao continued, "And second-hand cigars are more harmful than second-hand smoke." So he saw the introduction in the magazine, saying that after Albert Royce smoked a lot of cigars, he told Bai Wenlin before he died that he should not touch this.

"You didn't listen to me." Yuan Xiao looked at him in the dim light.

"I will smoke less in the future." How could Bai Wenlin not know about these dangers, but he is addicted to cigars, just like those who are addicted to smoking and alcohol. He knows it is not good, but he can't quit.

If he is addicted to something, it is unforgettable but dropped.

Yuan Xiao looked into his blue eyes "really will smoke less"

"Will do."

"Don't lie to me"

"Don't lie to you, go to sleep, stop talking, and I'll talk again." He paused, moved his palm to the back of Yuan Xiao's head, clasped it, and whispered uncontrollably, "If you talk again, I'll kiss you. ."

Yuan Xiao thought he had heard wrong, but he didn't expect Bai Wenlin to say this, and his face turned red. But when he drank milk wine, his face was already red, and he couldn't see anything. Yuan Xiao felt that it was very inappropriate to hold it like this. He wanted to push but couldn't push it away. His round eyes widened in black and white, looking innocent.

His reaction fell into Bai Wenlin's eyes, and after a while, Bai Wenlin closed his eyes first.

The winter in Hulunbuir is too cold. If there is no heating, it will be difficult to survive. Therefore, in winter, Mongolians like "cat winter". all winter.

In the morning, Yuan Xiao cooked a pot of hot goat milk over slow heat, and helped his family prepare a lot of "white food", including milk tofu and milk skin. Bai Wenlin had never eaten before, he ate a few pieces of tofu, and then looked at the cup in Yuan Xiao's hand.

The goat milk was hot, Yuan Xiao drank it in small sips, and when Bai Wenlin was looking at it, he said, "Do you want to try this? It's a bit stinky. If you want to drink it, I'll get a cup."

Bai Wenlin glanced at the milk stain on the corner of his mouth, then looked at the child watching TV, and said, "There's no need to pour another glass, try yours for me, and I'll take a sip."

Yuan Xiao gave him the cup, and Bai Wenlin took a sip from the mouth he had drunk. It really had a stinky taste, but the aftertaste was a touch of sweetness. He thought that this was the source of Yuan Xiao's taste, but Yuan Xiao It's not as good as Yuan Xiao to attract him. He stared at Yuan Xiao's lips, thinking that the taste in his mouth must be sweeter.

"do not like"

"Not bad." Bai Wenlin returned the cup to him. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the child watching TV on the sofa running to the next room. He quickly stretched out his hand and gently wiped Yuan Xiao's soft lips with his thumb. down.

Yuan Xiao's eyes widened.

"Milk stains." Bai Wenlin said.

"Oh." Yuan Xiao lowered his head and couldn't help licking his lower lip.

Bai Wenlin's piano was moved out of the car and placed in the living room. The house built by Yuan Xiao's hometown sometimes receives tourists. The first floor has two hundred square meters. The living room is very large, and the piano does not take up space. Cousin and cousin couldn't help but touch it, Yuan Xiao's aunt taught them "Don't touch uncle's things, it will break it"

Bai Wenlin said it was okay, and he asked Yuan Xiao to help him translate it into Mongolian, "They like piano, I can teach them."

Yuan Xiao translated it to his aunt and added, "He is a very good pianist."

Aunt said, "Will it be too much trouble for your friend?"

Yuan Xiao turned his head to look at Bai Wenlin, Bai Wenlin had already started teaching children how to play the piano, and he seemed approachable. Then Yuan Xiao told Bai Wenlin, "My aunt wants to send the child out to study. She is very assertive. By the way, she is also a pottery artist. She makes all the pottery at home. That's the room where she makes pottery."

He is not a professional potter, but the pottery he makes will be taken to the market in Hailar and sold well.

In the afternoon, my aunt called Yuan Xiao's name, Yuan Xiao entered her pottery room, and my aunt said, "Enhe, do me a favor, I want to draw a circle of musical notes on the embryos of those milk tea bowls."

Yuan Xiao did not ask, and answered. Auntie said, "After you finish painting, burn it and take it home as a souvenir."

Only then did Yuan Xiao realize why she let herself draw notes, smiled, and said, "Yeah, thank you auntie."

"I don't have anything good to hand. When you leave, you can pick up some pottery in the house to take home, and your friends, just take it."

"One is enough." Yuan Xiao said.

"I'm too embarrassed to give one. Pick the one you like, whichever is more beautiful." She pointed to the large and small pots, vases and cups on the shelf next to her.

She made all kinds of pottery, all kinds of shapes, but they were all beautiful, because all the bad ones that didn't look good have been thrown away.

Yuan Xiao held a brush, dipped it in the glaze and carefully smeared it on the green body. He was very familiar with the notes, and he finished it soon. He asked her, "Do you think this is okay?"

"Okay, take it home after burning it, open the lid of the pottery cellar, put it in, yes, put it there, and I will shape this in my hand and burn it together."

Yuan Xiao didn't wash her hands, she didn't go out, she just stood by to watch her making pottery. The wheel was spinning with white kaolin clay in her palm. Yuan Xiao felt very interesting. A truth."

Yuan Xiao went home a few days ago and wrote songs all day long. He made a lot of finished products, but they were not related to work, but he could feel the inspiration.

Mud seeped from her fingers. She glanced at Yuan Xiao and said, "You talk to music, and I talk to pottery. Be gentle, be patient and meticulous, relax, don't be too nervous, you can make good pottery like a lover."

Yuan Xiao seemed to understand, but his aunt said, "Do you want to try it?"

"is it okay"

"Of course, I'm going to rest, you come." She said and patted the pottery pot that was vaguely formed in her hand to the bottom, and started from the beginning.

She stood up and gave Yuan Xiao the stool, "It's simple, you just watched it for two minutes, you should have learned it."

Yuan Xiao nodded, "I think I will, I'll try." He sat down, stretched out his hands carefully, folded them gently, and hugged the clay on the wheel.

The clay was gently swirling in the palm of his hand, like warm skin, and it felt very strange. Yuan Xiao remembered a movie he once watched, and he was a little curious about making pottery. He didn't expect this kind of feeling.

At this moment, a gentle piano sound suddenly came from outside, and my aunt listened for a few seconds, then said, "What is this?"

Yuan Xiao raised his sensitive right ear, "Bach, the song of the g-string."

"It sounds good," she said.

Yuan Xiao couldn't help but smile, "It's very good." No matter whether you know how to appreciate music or not, everyone will like this song.

Seeing the appearance of Auntie, Yuan Xiao knew that she liked it and thought it sounded good, even if she understood it.

The two chatted for a while, and the aunt went out to make dinner.

The g-string song stopped.

Bai Wenlin knocked on the door, Yuan Xiao turned around and heard him say, "Can you come in?"

Yuan Xiao wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm and nodded, "I'm making pottery, come in."

The pottery room was small, and the pottery cellar was so hot that Yuan Xiao was sweating.

Bai Wenlin sat next to him, watching his white hands blend with the white clay.

Yuan Xiao said, "My aunt wants to give you pottery. She said that you can take it home with whatever you like."

Bai Wenlin smiled, "Did she ask you to help her make pottery?"

"No, she asked me to play, I found it interesting. She said that making pottery and making music are all making the same thing, and they are similar. I think what she said makes sense."

"Your aunt is very wise." He said, and slowly put his hand up, "I also want to feel it." He put his hand on Yuan Xiao's hand, Bai Wenlin's hand was big, and he covered it, as the clay covered it.Spinning on the preformer, his ten fingers were inserted into the gaps of each of Yuan Xiao's fingers. "Is that how you play?"

It was clear that the piano sound had stopped, but the greatest melody in the history of music reverberated in Yuan Xiao's ears again. He suddenly felt a burst of electricity seeping out of the soil, but after a breath, it covered his limbs.

In the dim little pottery room, Bai Wenlin noticed that Yuan Xiao's ears were crimson, and a drop of sweat slowly slipped from the back of his neck.