"Don't think about it, Wei Er. We live our lives well, peace and happiness, that is what they want to see most."

"Well, Xihe, we will be happy. Right?"

Xihe took my shoulders and smiled, whispering in my ear: "What do you mean?"

We went back to Huangjiacun in the early morning of the next day. We thought that Gongzi Liu would not come again because he knew Xihe's identity. After all, no one wanted to cause trouble. Unexpectedly, the day before New Year’s Eve, he brought a lot of new year goods to the "Ruyiju" where we live in Huangjia Village.

Naturally, I was inconvenient to show up, but I went out after having tea. Xihe talked with him in the room for an hour before he left.

"Why did Young Master Liu come?" I brought my dinner to the table and asked Xi He, who was sitting by and wiping a sword.

"He brought some things, only that they were given to his good friend Xie Yuhuan." Xi He looked up and smiled at me.

I looked at a few fine brocades on the table of Fraxinus mandshurica and the Eight Immortals, bacon, eggs, some rare winter vegetables in the wicker basket under the table, and the few live animals in the basket made of strips. The chicken, and five or six fresh fish, rubbed his eyebrows and smiled: "Do you know what he meant?"

"I think he is here to show good." Xi He handed me the sword in his hand: "He also brought it. This is a sword I have used, but then he gave it to the following one casually. Adjutant. I think that person should be Lord Wu's brother-in-law."

I watched the sword glow, "What else did he say?"

"He said that only Xie Yuhuan from Huangjiacun was the only person he knew and wanted to be a confidant with. As for the others, he didn't know, had never met, and couldn't climb high. He asked me, I don’t know Huangjiacun. Xie Yuhuan, is he willing to regard him as a friend in an official office?" Xihe replied.

I smiled lightly, took a bowl of millet porridge out of the blue and white soup bowl to dry, and whispered softly: "Presumably, Xie Yuhuan from Huangjiacun is willing, isn't it?"

Xihe retracted the sword into the scabbard, picked up the millet porridge and blew it lightly, and smiled: "It is always good to have one more friend. If necessary, it may be helpful."

Xihe said, handing the millet porridge to me: "It's not hot anymore, drink it."

I pushed it to him: "You drink first, and I'll bring the food."

Xihe took a sip and looked at me in surprise, "Is this porridge with ginger?"

I stopped at the door and turned around and smiled: "You were chopping wood in the backyard this morning. There is a wind vent. I saw that your voice was a little hoarse after entering the house. I thought it was cold from the wind, so I added some **** in."

"There is more **** in the lunch dishes than usual." Xi He thought for a while, and there was a smile in his eyes.

I didn't say anything, but took out a dish of pickled cucumbers and a dish of jerky. Accompany Xihe to finish the dinner and tidy up all the things Liu Gongzi brought. Especially those live chickens and fresh fish must be kept in a good place.

After finishing his busy work in this way, the moon has reached the sky. Xi He was in the study, I made rock tea and brought it in, and saw that he was adding color to the "Nine-Nine Elimination Picture". I put the tea in his hand, picked up the clothes in the bamboo basket on the side, and sew them.

At that time, the moonlight was cast on the blue brick floor through the carved flowers on the window. It was a magpie climbing on a branch and a white deer carrying flowers, all with auspicious patterns. The red candles on the brass candlesticks on the table under the window glowed brightly but softly, illuminating a charming room. From time to time, I looked up at Xi He, who was splashing ink in front of the desk, and then lowered my head to close the stitches for the cotton robe with popped and dark patterns on my hands, and then embroidered the elegant pine branch pattern on the neckline. Festival, the spirit of "seeing the heart with the snow".

"Weir, tomorrow is New Year's Eve." Xi He didn't stop the pen in his hand, and said casually.

"Well, Aunt Huang said, let us spend New Year's Eve together. She said that we live here and there are no other houses around, so it will be deserted." I embroidered pine needles on the neckline and said lightly: "I think, folk New Year’s Eve must be different from the previous home, so I agreed.” After thinking about it, he explained: “I saw Big Brother Huang bought fireworks and firecrackers. It must be beautiful and lively by then, so I agreed.”

Xihe smiled at me, the smile was as gentle as the moonlight, "It's good if you like it. But the folk New Year's Eve is indeed different from Beijing. Although it is not as grand and luxurious as the royal family of Beijing, it has a full year of flavor. ."

I nodded: "But from now on, we can enjoy it every year."

Xihe put down the pen in his hand and blew the rice paper on the desk before holding it up to me.

"Look at Weier, can I draw like this?" His tone was full of cunning.

I looked up and saw a beautiful woman leaning on a plum map. However, it is different from the common palace dress or beautiful lady who leans against the blossoming plum tree.

The woman in this painting by Xi He is just a simple folk costume. A straight skirt is draped with a double breast, and the hair is the most common half-turned bun in the folks. Only a cuckoo is inserted on the sideburns. There are only a few plum blossoms on the plum tree, but the buds are densely full of branches. The woman's hand was climbing a half-opened flower, as if sniffing the fragrance of the flower gently, but the indifferent eyebrows seemed to be thinking about something.

Although the face of this woman was outlined with only a few strokes, it was very vivid, and at a glance, I could tell that the woman in this painting was me.

"Okay, what do you paint me for?" I put down the needle and thread in my hand and walked up, looked at it carefully, and smiled lightly: "You painted me beautifully."

Xi He looked at me, then at the painting in his hand, and said with a smile: "How can the woman in this painting be one ten thousandth of yours?"

I shook my head: "This woman looks calm as water, but I can't do it now. Only for this, she is more beautiful than me."

Xihe was taken aback for a moment: "Weir, are you still worried about Ling Xiang's death?"

I closed my eyes slightly: "The previous conversation with my second brother, and what you said, made me think that maybe I was too arrogant at the beginning." Before he finished speaking, Xi He said: "However, I am not now Regret, I have already left, I want to forget it slowly." Pointing to the painting and saying: "I hope I can completely forget it as soon as possible."

Xi He gently pulled me into his arms and patted my back saying: "Forget those and live the life we ​​want."

In his arms, I felt more comfortable and stable than ever before.

The next day's New Year's Eve was spent at Aunt Huang's house, and Bi Lian and Brother Zhang also came. I gave Bilian the peach-colored upper garment that Boss Xu gave before, and it was also embroidered with folded peach blossoms. After Bi Lian got it, she was very happy. After all, she didn't expect that I would carry out what I said casually before.

At night, bright fireworks bloom in the sky, and there are "cracking" firecrackers in the ears, and the happy cheers of men, women and children in the village. I stood side by side with Xihe in Aunt Huang’s courtyard, watching the reflection of the fireworks in each other’s eyes, and a small figure, but it was deeply engraved in our hearts.

It's another new year.