Chapter 145: She wants to be a loquat tree.
Wen Yu was stunned and froze immediately. She never expected Song Linsheng to ask her this.
Her father and mother?
Wood...um...does wood also have a father and a mother?
This was a question she had never thought about, and she had never even asked her master about it.
Wen Yu hesitated, unable to speak for a moment, "I...my brother and I depend on each other..."
Song Linsheng remained silent, his brows furrowed. He had never imagined that his careless words would offend Xiaoyu and bring up her heartbreak.
"Brother is also very good." Song Linsheng lowered his head awkwardly, only daring to secretly glance at Wen Yu's expression. "Brother's medical skills are extraordinary, and not comparable to ordinary people."
Wen Yu pursed her lips and forced a smile.
Her brother... her brother is very good.
Not only did he help her transform and accept her as his disciple, he also taught her many principles and taught her how to gain a foothold in the world.
She has the right way to ascend to heaven, and she has an endless lifespan. When she ascends to heaven in the future, she will have her own temple and believers, and she will be fine.
So... she already had so much, it was normal that she didn't have a father and a mother...
Whether you are a human or a monster, you should not be too greedy.
Besides, she doesn't care about her father and mother.
"Yeah." Wen Yu responded indifferently. She thought she was calm, but she couldn't help but look away, refusing to meet Song Linsheng's gaze.
Does she really not care at all as she says?
Wen Yu asked herself this question in her heart, but unfortunately her heart was silent and no one could answer for her.
Song Linsheng's eyelashes trembled and he bit his lower lip lightly. He hurriedly wanted to explain himself, as if he had not mentioned it on purpose, nor did he intend to make Xiaoyu sad. However, when the words came to his lips, it always seemed as if he was selfishly trying to absolve himself of responsibility.
So he kept silent and only called softly, "Xiaoyu... I..."
With a "click", the copper lock in front of Yuechu Hospital's door fell off.
Xi Yan swung the key ring on his forearm with one hand and called out to Song Linsheng and Wen Yu with the other, "Master, Madam Wen, look! The door is open!"
He never wanted to butt in between the young master and Madam Wen, but it was obvious that the topic just now should not be continued. Someone had to shut up. How could he make things difficult for his own young master?
Upon hearing this, Song Linsheng tightened his palms. His hands were delicate and slippery, already soaked with sweat.
He forced himself to remain calm, stepped forward and pushed open the gate leading to Yuechu Hospital, then turned around and gestured to Wenyu behind him, "Xiaoyu? Please?"
Wen Yu took a few deep breaths, raised her sleeves to lift her dress, and stepped into the courtyard.
She knew that it was not Song Linsheng's fault, and she didn't want to be angry with him, but she didn't know why, she always felt depressed and couldn't be happy no matter what.
But her mind was in a mess, but her feet did not stop.
After diving into Yuechu Hospital, Wenyu was surrounded by the aroma of loquat. The fruity fragrance was sweet yet fresh, blending into a taste that was extremely rich in layers and particularly long-lasting.
But her mind was in a mess, but her feet did not stop.
Wen Yu closed her eyes and immersed herself in it, as if all her troubles had gone away.
He hadn't caused any trouble in the East Heaven Court, hadn't owed anyone any karma, and hadn't broken Song Linsheng's life branch...
Thinking of this, Wen Yu suddenly came back to her senses. She opened her eyes and turned around to look at Song Linsheng who had been following her.
Forget it, I can’t live without Song Linsheng.
Song Linsheng is a human being, not an object. How can he just disappear?
There are tall loquat trees planted all around Yuechu Courtyard. The best one is the one in the southeast corner of the yard, which is the one they could see from outside the door just now.
Wen Yu looked up and saw that the loquat tree was growing extremely lushly. It had split into two plants at the root, and each was growing upwards. It was indeed a good omen that good things come in pairs.
The higher you go, the more lush green leaves are clustered with orange-yellow loquats, weighing down the branches and causing the fruits to droop.
Beneath the tree stood a table surrounded by stone slabs, uncarved and possessing a unique charm. Beside the stone table sat a few bamboo benches, seemingly waving towards Wen Yu.
"Master and Madam Wen, please wait a moment. I'll go prepare some bowls, plates and food boxes." After washing the inkstone and saying this, he went straight to the room at the back.
Suddenly, Song Linsheng and Wen Yu were the only ones left under the loquat tree.
Wen Yu twisted her braid with one hand and drew lines on the stone table with the other. She hesitated for a long time before finally summoning the courage to call out, "Song Linsheng—"
Song Linsheng was even more nervous.
Even though Xiaoyu never said anything to him, he still felt bad. Sometimes, just because someone doesn't say anything doesn't mean it's nothing.
Just like him and Xiaoyu at this moment.
He understood this principle, so after a long silence, he took the initiative to call out, "Xiaoyu——"
As if by agreement, they both spoke at the same time, then simultaneously looked at each other in surprise. Their eyes met, each filled with astonishment.
After a moment of silence, Wen Yu was the first to laugh out loud, "Haha——"
She and Song Linsheng always seemed to have such a tacit understanding.
Wen Yu's laughter was sweet and loud, like a gurgling spring from the mountains, flowing through Song Linsheng's heart. In just a moment, it calmed his anxious mood.
Song Linsheng breathed a sigh of relief and finally revealed a faint smile, "I..." He did not finish his words, but laughed along with Wen Yu.
Sometimes, we don’t have to understand what the other person says.
Just like him and Xiaoyu at this moment.
Not long after, Xiyan returned to the loquat tree with the bowls and plates he had found from nowhere. Looking at his young master and his wife Wen, who were chatting happily and happily, Xiyan couldn't help but smile.
This bowl of tea is worth it!
Xiyan decorated the stone table beautifully, and with the exquisite bowls and cups, it finally had the feel of a banquet. It wasn't too simple, nor was it too extravagant; his young master never disliked extravagance.
When he turned around again to call the Young Master and Madam Wen, he saw the Young Master holding the bamboo ladder he had just moved from the backyard, and Madam Wen hanging far away on it, supporting herself on the tree branch with one hand and stretching the other hand far away to reach the loquats on the branch.
Xiyan looked down at the fruit-picking pole in his hand, crafted by a specialized craftsman, and was speechless for a moment. The bamboo ladder was just a backup, but this pole only needed to be used by standing on the ground. It was very convenient.
Forget it, as long as you and Miss Wen like it, anything is fine.
Xiyan grabbed the fruit stem in his hand and walked towards the loquat tree on the other side.
Wen Yu was half squatting and half leaning against the tree trunk, with one hand lifting up half of the corner of his clothes and wrapping it in front of him to serve as a basket for the loquats.
Wen Yu reached out to grab the fruit on the branch. The tiny hairs slid across her fingertips, evoking a tingling sensation. She picked it off with a force and held it between her fingertips, examining it.
The round loquat fruit is orange-yellow all over, with a tiny bit of dark green petals at the bottom, and brown-yellow branches connected to the lush green loquat leaves above.
It smells fresh from a distance, and when you get closer, there is a subtle sweet fragrance mixed in, which makes people's appetite increase as soon as they smell it.
"Xiao Yu - be careful -" Song Linsheng held the two sides of the bamboo ladder tightly with his hands, not daring to loosen his grip for even a moment, for fear that something might happen to Wen Yu. Even when he exerted too much force and the blue veins on the back of his hands were faintly visible, he seemed not to notice.
He looked up and watched Wen Yu's every move, his heart hanging in the air, beating up and down irregularly with her movements.
"Got it!" Wen Yu agreed readily, but his eyes were fixed on Loquat without moving. "I'll be right down!"
But despite saying this, Wen Yu did not make any move to go down the bamboo ladder.
She picked loquats one after another and put them all into her pockets.
In just a quarter of an hour, her pockets were filled with loquats and she could hardly hold any more.
From afar, the lush green loquat trees are laden with fruits, with green and yellow colors overlapping.
Wen Yu, dressed in pink, was busy picking fruits on the tree branches, while Song Linsheng, dressed in white robes, had his hands firmly locked on the bamboo ladder under the tree, looking up at Wen Yu above.
The two of them were connected by a bamboo ladder, one going up and the other down, and together with the tall and lush loquat tree, they were bathed in the setting sun. The light golden and crimson glow gradually dyed their robes with a different flavor.
The green and yellow complement each other, and the pink and white clothes flutter, it is a vivid ink painting of tourists enjoying the summer.
"Xiaoyu, be careful--" Song Linsheng held the bamboo ladder with one hand and reached out to pick up Wenyu with the other. Seeing her slowly going down the bamboo ladder, his wildly beating heart finally calmed down.
Wen Yu held the pockets in front of him with both hands to protect the loquats inside, and slowly moved down with his back against the nodule of the bamboo ladder.
Until the last step, Wen Yu naturally reached out and placed her hand on Song Linsheng's palm, followed by his momentum and lightly jumped, landing on the ground flexibly.
As he moved, a naughty fruit fell from Wen Yu's pocket and rolled a long way on the bluestone ground.
"Oh my!" Wen Yu exclaimed, and made a move to pick up the fruit. "My fruit!"
Unexpectedly, Song Linsheng raised his sleeves and crossed them in front of her, pointing in the direction of the stone table. "Xiaoyu, go to the table and rest for a while. I'll go pick up—"
Wen Yu held a bag full of loquats in her arms and nodded repeatedly at Song Linsheng, "Yeah!"
It was only a few steps away, and Wen Yu quickly came to the table, half-knelt down and spread the corners of clothes in her hands on the stone table.
In an instant, loquats like a small mountain scattered everywhere, filling the empty space on the stone table.
Wen Yu carefully pulled back the corner of her clothes, letting it hang in front of her again, and then she heard Song Linsheng's hurried footsteps.
She turned around and saw Song Linsheng holding the fruit that had just fallen in one hand and lifting his robe with the other, walking towards her.
Behind Song Linsheng was a whole field of green leaves and yellow fruits. The bright colors made his moon-white clothes even more eye-catching.
As white as the snow on the mountain, as bright as the moon in the clouds.
He walked hurriedly, his clothes fluttering. Occasionally, a playful mountain breeze blew at noon, rolling up the corners of his clothes into waves of surging snow.
"Xiaoyu?" Song Linsheng quickly came to Wen Yu's side and called softly.
"Hmm...hmm?" Wen Yu responded hurriedly, and then he realized that he had been dazzled and mesmerized without knowing when.
Song Linsheng chuckled, put down the fruit in his hand, and took out a brocade handkerchief from his arms. Then he squatted down and used the handkerchief to wipe away the dust and fine leaves on the fruit that Wen Yu had just picked.
Wen Yu put her hands behind her back and scratched the palm of one hand with the other.
She couldn't help but think that Song Linsheng's laughter was really beautiful. It was like the melting of ice and snow, the gurgling of flowing water, the transition from stillness to movement, the endless vitality and spring brought by the unprovoked workers.
Just like its name, cold and harsh, the winter has passed and spring is coming.
After a while, when Wen Yu's clothes were tidied, the two of them finally sat around the stone table and got a short rest.
Wen Yu supported her hand and watched Xi Yan who was busy not far away. While she was imitating Song Linsheng in peeling loquats, she was counting how many fruits Xi Yan had picked.
"Xiaoyu—give—"
Song Linsheng appeared in front of Wen Yu with a round jade plate in his jade-white fingertips. The plate was delicate and small, with transparent colors. It was now used to hold a peeled loquat.
The fruit is orange-yellow and the bowl is green, which is a perfect match.
Wen Yu rubbed his palms twice, then stretched out both hands to take it, and then put the fruit into his mouth on the green jade plate.
Before chewing, the sweet and fragrant smell fills the lips and teeth. With a slight bite, honey-like juice flows out instantly. The syrup-like taste mixed with just the right amount of sourness makes the lips and teeth fragrant and extremely satisfying.
Wen Yu bit the core in the middle of the fruit, which was three times sweeter than the flesh. Just as she was about to bite it, Song Linsheng's hand reached out again.
He still held the handkerchief, nodded at Wen Yu, and then slightly raised his fingertips.
Wen Yu immediately understood what he meant. She leaned down slightly, moved closer to Song Linsheng's palm, and spat out the fruit core in her mouth, which fell on the handkerchief.
Song Linsheng's face showed no strange expression. He calmly withdrew his hand and placed the fruit core in another empty jade plate beside him.
The jade plate was identical to the one he had just handed to her in terms of style, pattern, shape and material, except that it was a little bigger and deeper than the one holding the fruit pulp.
Wen Yu watched Song Linsheng's actions cleverly and soon understood that it must be used to hold fruit cores.
The fruit core is naturally not edible.
After seeing Song Linsheng's actions, Wen Yu peeled the skin and removed the core like him, and then started eating.
The fragrance of loquat was between her fingers, and her lips and teeth were filled with the sweetness of the fruit.
Wen Yu enjoyed the meal to her heart's content, and Song Linsheng was also happy to eat it.
Although Xiaoyu hadn't mentioned it in the past few days, she had been feeling unhappy and rarely cheerful. If there was nothing important, she would stay at Guanwuyuan all day, and she hadn't even gone to Zhuquyuan, where Ayuan and the others lived.
Song Linsheng lowered his eyes and carefully peeled a loquat in his hand.
He knew that Xiaoyu was worried about the previous incident with Lord Jia. Ever since she said, "Cheng Lian is not honest, but Jia Ren is not fake," he knew that Xiaoyu was blaming him for not seeing the truth of the matter earlier.
But the truth is often hidden behind endless fog. Even if you peel away one layer, you cannot be sure whether there is another layer behind it.
This was his duty, and it was good enough that Xiaoyu helped him wholeheartedly, so there was no need to be too hard on himself.
While thinking, Song Linsheng peeled the fruit in his hand again. Looking at the perfect whole loquat in front of him, a smile appeared on Song Linsheng's lips.
As long as Xiaoyu is happy, that's enough.
He raised his hand and handed over the green jade plate filled with fruit as before, but saw a little fruit juice hanging on Wen Yu's lips.
Song Linsheng changed the handkerchief to another one and handed it to Wen Yu. Then he stretched out a finger and tapped the same spot on his cheek, nodding to Wen Yu.
Wen Yu's cheeks were puffed out with food, like a little squirrel that had stored up its winter food. Her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, and she looked at Song Linsheng blankly. She saw him tapping the noodles with his fingertips, not knowing what he was doing. "Hmm?"
The pair of almond-shaped eyes on her round face, which was as big as a palm, looked particularly innocent. At this moment, she looked at Song Linsheng with her eyelashes fluttering in confusion. Moreover, she was born with a fair complexion, and the orange-yellow juice hanging on her lips was really eye-catching.
Song Linsheng smiled helplessly, pinched the handkerchief that Wen Yu had not accepted, hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and wiped away the juice for Wen Yu himself.
Wen Yu saw that Song Linsheng didn't dodge at all, but her eyelashes trembled and she blinked uncontrollably, and then she answered incoherently; "Thank you, thank you very much."
Song Linsheng nodded slightly, lowered his eyes and continued to stare at the jade plate in front of him. An uncontrollable smile spread across his lips, and a suspicious blush stained his earlobes.
For a moment, neither Wen Yu nor Song Linsheng spoke. The quiet atmosphere surrounded them like a flowing river.
However, this moment of tranquility was soon broken.
Accompanied by hurried footsteps, Xiyan came to the two of them with a bunch of fruits. He added the freshly picked fruits to the plates on the stone table and gently swept the food on the table.
——Something is missing.
With cakes and pastries, and fruits, how can we not have fine wine?
She washed the inkstone and put the fruit away, then turned sideways and patted the hem of her clothes to prevent dust from flying and disturbing the young master and Miss Wen.
As he patted them, he asked, "Young Master and Madam Wen, would you like some drinks?"
Wen Yu stopped what he was doing and looked at Xiyan with a puzzled look on his face.
It seems like they didn't bring any drinks up the mountain today?
"Wine?" Wen Yu murmured.
Unlike Wen Yu's doubts, Song Linsheng suddenly remembered something and asked Xi Yan, "You mean..."
"Sir, have you remembered?" Xiyan turned around and picked up the tools that were handy. He had brought them together a long time ago, but the young master had completely forgotten about it, so naturally he didn't do anything.
Song Linsheng shook his head and laughed. He really didn't remember it before.
However, after Xiyan mentioned this just now, his dusty memories came back to him, and Song Linsheng naturally knew what Xiyan was talking about.
Only Wen Yu was left standing aside, looking at this and that, wondering what Song Linsheng and Xiyan were talking about. When she was about to ask, Song Linsheng smiled faintly and answered her questions.
"In the past, Xiyan and I once buried a jar of loquat wine under a loquat tree here, but after moving to Shangdu for several years, we forgot about it."
Wen Yu nodded as she listened, and only after Song Linsheng finished speaking did she ask with bright eyes, "Loquat wine?"
Song Linsheng nodded in agreement, confirming Wen Yu's question.
Xiyan, who was standing by, said with a smile, "It's loquat wine. Madam Wen and Master, please wait a moment. I'll go get it out."
After saying this, he washed his inkstone and hurried away, carrying his tools and busying himself under the loquat tree.
Wen Yu could no longer sit still, so she lifted her skirt and followed Xi Yan to join in the fun.
Song Linsheng sat at the table, carefully peeling loquats for Wen Yu, but his hands kept moving while his eyes followed Wen Yu.
Wen Yu and Xi Yan were busy under the loquat tree. Soon they took out the wine jar. Xi Yan came over with the wine jar, and Wen Yu enthusiastically placed the wine cups on the table.
She, Song Linsheng, and Xiyan, a total of three lamps.
Wen Yu counted silently, and when he put the third wine cup away, he looked up at the inkstone with anticipation.
After washing the inkstone and removing the dust from the outside of the wine jar, he looked into Madam Wen's sparkling eyes, forced a smile, and took a green jade wine pot from his young master's hand.
The opening of the wine jar was not narrow, so it was not convenient to pour the wine directly into the wine cup. Otherwise, he would have fulfilled Madam Wen's wish no matter what.
A "splash" sound was heard, and the golden wine, transparent and bright, hit the wine pot made of green jade. As the wine pot became fuller, the sound turned from intense to dull.
Finally, with a "click", Song Linsheng covered the wine pot, covering up the color of the loquat wine.
Only a little bit can still be seen from the translucent bottle. Through the cover of the green jade, the golden loquat wine inside looks like the brown-yellow color of honey syrup.
When Wen Yu saw Song Linsheng holding up the wine pot with one hand, he quickly picked up the wine cup with both hands and stared at the mouth of the pot.
Song Linsheng paused, and seeing that Wen Yu's bright eyes were full of the shadow of loquat wine, he couldn't help but laugh.
He raised his sleeve and poured wine for Wenyu while asking, "Xiaoyu, do you remember that last time you got drunk after just one glass? Even though this loquat wine is a fruit wine, you shouldn't drink too much."
Wen Yu nodded repeatedly, not even hearing what Song Linsheng was saying. As soon as the glass was full, he raised it and drank it all.
The strong sweet aroma mixed with the mellow smell of wine creates a strange feeling in the mouth, which gradually turns into a light spiciness, but more of it is the sweetness of loquat.
Wen Yu closed her eyes and shrugged, then drank the whole cup with satisfaction. The cool yet hot feeling traveled from her mouth to her chest. She seemed to be able to sense where the loquat wine had taken her.
"Ah——" Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and then held out the wine glass in front of Song Linsheng.
At this moment, Song Linsheng had just added a lamp to wash the inkstone, and when he turned around, he saw that Wen Yu's cup was empty.
Her eyes were clear, her spirits were high, and she looked very excited, not even a bit drunk. She was holding the cup and looking at Song Linsheng expectantly.
Song Linsheng laughed dumbly. He turned around and glanced at the inkstone beside him, then continued to fill Wen Yu's glass. "It seems that Xiaoyu's alcohol tolerance has improved. Now one glass is no longer a problem for Xiaoyu."
"Of course, of course." Wen Yu was already intoxicated by the taste of loquat wine. She agreed without hesitation and drank it all in one gulp.
Xiyan was holding the wine cup and savoring it carefully. Seeing Wenyu drinking happily, he also followed her example and drank it in one gulp.
Song Linsheng smiled and poured himself another glass of wine. He held the glass close to his nose and slowly felt the rich aroma of the wine.
Wen Yu grabbed the wine jug and was about to add more wine, but she happened to see Song Linsheng's slow and leisurely look. She unconsciously slowed down her movements and added wine slowly.
First, hold the wine cup to your nose and sniff it, then take a sip to feel the sweetness, and finally drink it all to enjoy the feeling of sweet and spicy.
Wen Yu looked at Song Linsheng's movements, imitated himself, and savored them carefully, learning from him.
It’s not satisfying, it’s really not satisfying.
After learning it, Wen Yu still felt that it would be better to swallow it directly.
She grabbed the wine jug and poured wine for Song Linsheng, Xiyan, and herself. Then, holding the cup with both hands, she imitated the heroic and righteous people in the storybooks and shouted, "Everyone, drink this cup to the full!"
Xi Yan and Song Linsheng looked at each other. He wanted to know how the young master would react. Would the young master, a man who cared about his behavior and manners, make an exception for Madam Wen?
Xiyan's eyes flickered, and he imitated Madam Wen's tone and said solemnly, "Drink this cup to the full!"
Song Linsheng shook his head helplessly, with a look of doting in his eyes and eyebrows. He glanced at Xiyan who was watching the fun next to him, and then looked into Wen Yu's eyes seriously.
In Xiaoyu's ink-black eyes, there was a glint of light as bright as the stars. To him, even the best night-shining pearls in the world could not compare to it.
Song Linsheng raised his hand and picked up the wine cup, clinking it with Wen Yu's. The crisp sound of jade hitting each other was heard, and Song Linsheng's voice followed, "Xiaoyu, drink this cup to the full."
Wen Yu smiled, her cheeks full of joy. She held the wine cup and drank the loquat wine sweetly, feeling that the feeling in her heart was a hundred times sweeter than that on her lips.
Song Linsheng watched her drink with a smile, and then he drank it all in one gulp like Wen Yu.
He held the empty wine cup between two fingers and smiled at the inkstone on the side.
Xiyan immediately understood that the young master was still holding a grudge against him for causing trouble just now.
Despite this, Xiyan did not show any strange expression. Instead, he was overjoyed and said that it was the right decision to come to Jiangyang.
Others only saw that the young master was demoted, but they had no idea that his heart was probably sweeter than the wine in the glass at this moment.
But Xiyan was a sensible man after all. His smile grew wider, and he quickly snatched up the other wine jug and slipped away before the young master got angry.
The young master was shy and if he continued talking, he might make him uncomfortable, so he decided to find a place to hide.
After all, Xianchun Cottage is so big, why would he want to get so close to the Young Master and Madam Wen?
Looking at the messy corners of Xiyan's clothes hidden behind the courtyard gate, Song Linsheng shook his head helplessly. It was he who allowed Xiyan to become worse and worse, and he even dared to frame him.
only……
Song Linsheng clenched the wine cup in his hand. The slightly cool touch penetrated from his fingertips, then gradually moved around his body, and finally gathered in his chest, calming the burning sensation in his heart.
But this is also good.
Xiyan had already walked away, and Song Linsheng thought of Wen Yu behind him.
Loquat is cold in nature, and although the wine made from it has the benefit of moistening the lungs, you should still not drink too much.
"Xiaoyu, remember not to drink too much—"
But before he could finish his words, when he turned around, he saw Wen Yu leaning against the table, sound asleep. She still held the wine cup between her fingers, tapping the table intermittently. It was unclear what she was dreaming about, and she kept mumbling to herself.
Song Linsheng couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that Xiaoyu's drinking capacity had indeed improved.
It just increased from one cup to three cups.
Well...you've made great progress, which is worthy of praise.
Song Linsheng took out a frosty brocade shawl from the bundle on the corner of the table. He sighed inwardly, fortunately, fortunately, I didn't leave anything behind when washing the inkstone today.
He stood up and turned around from the table, holding a corner of the shawl in both hands and gently covering Wen Yu with it.
After drinking only three cups of loquat wine, Xiaoyu felt as if she had been soaked in a wine jar. The fragrance of loquat filled her whole body, and even the jasmine scent in her hair could not compete with it.
Wen Yu leaned her face sideways on her arm, with the loose hair behind her ears scattered all over her face. With the rhythm of her breathing, the fluffy hair rose and fell, which was very playful.
Song Linsheng hesitated for a moment, raised his hand to tuck Wen Yu's hair behind her ear, and then did not dare to stay for a moment. He quickly withdrew his hand, put it in his sleeve, and turned around to sit down in his previous position.
He rubbed his fingertips together, feeling the lingering warmth. His fingertips were slightly cool, but Xiaoyu's cheek was hot. When they had accidentally touched, the interplay of heat and cold sent a surge of emotion through his chest, his heartbeat unsteadily fast and slow.
In order to calm his panic, Song Linsheng picked up the wine pot with one hand and filled his own glass. When he drank it all and was about to put the glass down, he suddenly froze when he lowered his head.
This is……
A breeze suddenly rises and the moonlight fills the ground. In this quiet spring mountain, the moon has left the courtyard and only the crescent moon hanging high in the sky is left as a companion.
Wen Yu slept in a daze for who knows how long, and in her dreams she could smell the sweetness of loquats and the aroma of wine.
She seemed to be sinking in it, and on a whim she turned into her original form, and even insisted on becoming a loquat tree, not a thousand-year-old green phoenix tree.
He said he also wanted to make some wine...
But the person she was pestering was not her master, but Song Linsheng.
Song Linsheng gently touched the small bud growing on her forehead and comforted her by saying that it was fine to be a Biwu tree, it was fine to be a Biwu tree, why did she have to be a loquat?
Wen Yu rubbed her head against her own arm, and suddenly the sweet smile on her lips froze.
What? Song Linsheng?
She was startled and stood up suddenly, not even noticing that the shawl on her shoulders had slipped to the ground. She just stood there in a daze.
She...what did she do?
The crackling sound came with the wind and brushed past Wen Yu's ears. She stiffened her body and dared not move.
The master had said that she must never reveal her true identity in front of others, otherwise, if she met someone with ulterior motives, she might really become a firewood stick.
How could she, how could she do such a dangerous thing just because she was drunk?
For a moment, the sound of the wind stopped, the chirping of insects disappeared, Wen Yu felt a tightness in his chest, and his body became even more stiff.
"Xiaoyu? Are you awake?" Song Linsheng's gentle voice sounded behind her. There was no strangeness in his tone, but rather concern.
Wen Yu didn't dare to act rashly until she heard Song Linsheng's call again from behind, "Xiaoyu?"
Wen Yu clenched his fists, straightened his back and slowly turned around.
What would Song Linsheng think, and how would he treat her? Would he ask a Taoist priest to perform a ritual, or a monk to chant sutras?
But when Wen Yu turned around completely, nothing she expected happened.
There was a pile of firewood on the open space in the yard, and a round-headed clay pot was hanging on it. The fire was boiling and gurgling sounds came out from time to time.
Song Linsheng sat upright, a spoon clutched in his hand, yet his demeanor remained unaffected. His moon-white clothes cast a faint halo in the firelight, and he seemed to be sitting high in the clouds. If it weren't for the spoon, she would have truly believed Song Linsheng was a celestial being.
At this moment, Song Linsheng was smiling and calling her Xiaoyu softly.
The person squatting on the side was naturally the inkstone washer. He was adding firewood to the fire with one hand, but he couldn't help turning around to look at Wen Yu.
What happened to Madam Wen?
It was quiet and nothing unusual, Wen Yu thought to himself.
But...what happened just now.
Before Wen Yu could think clearly, she heard Song Linsheng calling her. She hesitated for a moment, still not daring to act rashly, "I... I..."
Song Linsheng put down the spoon, stood up and walked towards her, "Xiaoyu, did you have a nightmare just now? Why are you so scared?"
He handed over a handkerchief with a normal expression.
Wen Yu slowly raised her hand to take it, and carefully glanced at Song Linsheng's eyes. While wiping the sweat from the tip of her nose, she couldn't help but let her thoughts wander.
Is it a dream?
But the scene just now seemed to have really happened, and it kept echoing in her mind. She couldn't help but reach out and touch her forehead -
There was nothing unusual, and no branches or buds sprouted in the dream.
Looking up at Song Linsheng again, he still had a smile on his face and a gentle expression, while Xiyan, who was squatting beside the fire, had a puzzled look on his face and no other expression.
Wen Yu immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and even her tense shoulders relaxed.
It really is a dream!
She must have drunk too much loquat wine and had such a dream.
If she had known this, she should have only had one drink.
No, half a glass, half a glass is enough.
Seeing that her brows had finally relaxed, Song Linsheng didn't know what she was thinking. He leaned over to Wen Yu and asked, "Xiaoyu?"
Looking at Song Linsheng who suddenly appeared, Wen Yu smiled brightly, as long as Song Linsheng didn't know.
As long as Song Linsheng doesn't know, she can still stay by Song Linsheng's side and help him get out of danger and out of trouble.
In this way, paying off the karma and ascending to heaven is just around the corner.
Wen Yu raised the corners of her lips, revealing her pearly teeth, and replied crisply, "I'm fine!"
She suddenly stood up and walked towards the inkstone. "What are you cooking?"
But before she took two steps, she felt dizzy and could hardly stand. She hurriedly stepped back and fell backwards.
Song Linsheng, who caught up with her from behind, held Wen Yu's waist with one hand, let her head lean against him, and helped her steady her body.
Wen Yu blinked and felt a headache. It took her a while to recover.
"Be careful, you're drunk." Song Linsheng explained softly, "Let me help you sit down first."
Wen Yu nodded, and waves of nausea surged into her heart. She didn't even have the strength to speak.
She almost leaned on Song Linsheng, and he helped her sit down by the fire.
Xiyan had prepared a soft stool for her early in the morning and placed two soft pillows on the side so that she could use them.
Wen Yu held her head in both hands, which now felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. She had never seen such heavy wood.
Song Linsheng sat down beside Wen Yu, twisted a handkerchief and lifted the lid of the pottery jar. A warm and fragrant aroma immediately emerged, surrounding the three of them.
"This is..." Wen Yu looked up following the aroma and saw the round pottery jar she had just seen, with some unknown soup bubbling inside.
"The young master cooked it specially for Madam Wen—" Xi Yan interrupted with great interest.
Of course, he knew that Madam Wen was asking what kind of food this was, and he knew the answer, but he deliberately chose another answer.
After all... it's just a few glasses of loquat wine, the young master and he won't get drunk.
No matter how you look at it, this was all cooked by the young master specially for Madam Wen.
Wen Yu lowered her head and chuckled when she heard this, and even the pain in her head seemed to have subsided a little.
Song Linsheng glanced at the inkstone and immediately stopped talking. He even stretched out two fingers and stretched them across his lips, pretending to keep silent.
"It's Kudzu Flower and Hovenia Dulcis Soup." Song Linsheng picked up the small bowl beside him and poured the soup into it. "It's made by boiling Kudzu Flower, Hovenia Dulcis Fruit, Ophiopogon japonicus, and Black Plum."
Song Linsheng put down the spoon in his hand, took a pink silk handkerchief to hold the small bowl, and then handed it to Wen Yu.
Wen Yu moved her nose, and the sweet and sour aroma reached her before the bowl of soup. She took a deep breath, held the bowl of soup with both hands, and put it to her nose and sniffed it.
Song Linsheng filled another bowl and handed it to Xiyan, and then to himself.
He held the soup bowl in both hands, just like Wenyu, and explained to her, "Both Kudzu flower and Hovenia dulcis are hangover relievers. Drinking them after boiling them can relieve headaches and tinnitus."
After listening to Song Linsheng's explanation, Wen Yu suddenly understood. She held the bowl of soup and blew gently on the steam rising from it. She asked, "So, is this the fruit of the Hovenia dulcis plant in the front yard?"
Just as loquat is the fruit of the loquat tree, Hovenia dulcis should naturally be the fruit of the Hovenia dulcis tree.
Song Linsheng had told her earlier that there was a Hovenia dulcis tree in Xianchun Cottage. She happened to see it when she passed by the front yard today, and she kept it in mind.
Song Linsheng nodded gently and answered patiently, "That's right. It's just May now, so it's not the time for the Hovenia dulcis fruit to bear fruit yet. So today we're using the fruit we saved from last year."
However, the kudzu flower and Hovenia dulcis soup requires the use of dried Hovenia dulcis fruits to make a boil, and last year's fruits had just been processed, so it was just the right time to use them.
Wen Yu nodded and took a sip of the soup in the bowl. It was sweet and delicious, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth.
Song Linsheng smiled faintly and looked at Wen Yu, "I remember another interesting thing."
Funny? What funny?
Wen Yu immediately became interested, and her headache and fever were completely forgotten. "Song Linsheng, please tell me."
She tilted her head to look around, then continued, "Xiyan and I both want to listen."
A mouthful of Hovenia dulcis soup stuck in my throat, making me feel uncomfortable. When did he say he wanted to hear it? I'm afraid it was only Madam Wen who wanted to hear it herself!
There's no need to drag him along. As long as Madam Wen starts talking, the young master will definitely continue.
Now, in his opinion, even if Madam Wen wanted the stars in the sky, the young master would only find a way to build a ladder to heaven and would never refuse.
Xiyan swallowed it in one gulp and choked, causing him to cough.
"You guys continue, continue, don't pay attention to me." Xiyan looked at the young master and Madam Wen who were looking at him, and waved his hands repeatedly.
Song Linsheng's smile deepened, and his soft and warm voice sounded.
"The story goes that a man was taking a piece of Hovenia dulcis wood to repair his house. While doing so, he accidentally dropped a piece of the wood into a wine jar, and the aroma of the wine disappeared, and the wine turned into water."
"Turning wine into water?" Wen Yu was startled, then lowered his eyes to look at the bowl of kudzu flower and hovenia dulcis soup in front of him.
Who would have thought that Hovenia dulcis would have such miraculous effects?
Song Linsheng nodded and gave an affirmative answer, "That's right, so people naturally discovered the wonderful effect of Hovenia dulcis in relieving hangovers."
Wen Yu's face was full of surprise, but also full of longing and admiration.
The loquat tree bears loquat fruits, and the hovenia tree bears hovenia seeds.
One can be used to make wine, and the other can be used to sober up.
They are truly a match made in heaven.
Thinking of this, Wen Yu frowned. She turned around and asked her master, why has she never seen flowers or fruits bloom in Houchun Mountain for thousands of years?
No matter what, she has to work hard to produce green paulownia fruits.
She wanted people to think of the green wutong tree when they ate the green wutong seeds, which would be the best.
Wen Yu took a sip of the Hovenia dulcis soup and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
Just like she is now.
Song Linsheng drank the kudzu flower and hovenia dulcis soup slowly and calmly. "This matter is indeed recorded in ancient books, so it shouldn't be false."
"Yeah!" Wen Yu nodded, then lay back and drank the hot soup in the bowl.
According to their schedule, they will go down the mountain tomorrow.
Wen Yu thought of something else. After a moment's reflection, she took the initiative to bring up the topic, "Tomorrow, let's go up the mountain to the Wutong Ancestral Temple to burn incense!"
Xianchun Cottage is not too far from Wutong Ancestral Temple. You can go there to burn incense and then go down the mountain without any crowds.
After all, now that we are in Houchun Mountain, there is no reason not to go to Wutong Ancestral Temple to see our master.
Last time, her master helped her save Chen Mian, but she hasn't thanked him yet.
Since the master is not here, I should thank the statue of the God of Spring that is here.
Song Linsheng nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed only on Wen Yu. "Okay."
The spring mountains are silent and deserted, and even the birds that jump on the branches during the day have all returned to their nests.
The moon was blowing in the wind, the bonfire was burning, and crackling sounds could be heard from time to time.
Wen Yu and the other two sat around the campfire chatting and laughing. Xi Yan somehow produced a roasted crucian carp. For a moment, the three of them sat opposite each other and ate the fish with hot soup. Their laughter spread out of Yuechu Courtyard and spread throughout the entire Houchun Mountain.
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