Qingyang as promised

Chapter 8

When the second snow fell in the small town, it was the Laba Festival.At five o'clock in the morning, Feng Yan was still struggling on the bed for the third restart, when he heard Ye Qingyuan howl: "If you don't get up again, the porridge will be cold!"

Porridge?What porridge?Feng Yan got up from the bed with the grief and indignation of wanting to bump his head to death, and walked into Ye Qingyuan's hut 15 minutes later.The room is also full of books, and it is difficult for two people to turn around in the small and crowded room.

The books are piled up radially, and a small dining table is placed in a small space of two meters square in the middle. On the table is a black earthen pot with the lid turned upside down on the table. Steam is radiating from the mouth of the pot. It has the aroma of rice grains and grains mixed together after boiling.Feng Yan sat on the ponytail and complained: "I said, can you take some time to tidy up the house? Look at this, there's no place to set foot here, okay?"

Ye Qingyuan didn't take it seriously: "Why bother, there is no one else in this room except you." Without idle hands, he skillfully poured a bowl of porridge from the earthen pot, added side dishes, and pushed it to Feng Yan. "Your landlord, Mrs. Zheng, brought this over last night. Today is the Laba Festival. Eating this Laba porridge will guarantee you a smooth year."

The thin and clear white rice porridge is cooked. Before starting the pot, turn off the heat and simmer for 3 to [-] minutes, then turn on a low heat and boil for a while, then put red dates, peanuts, lotus seeds, carrots, tofu, chestnuts, fungus and other pre-cooked ingredients Put it into the rice porridge and stew it with low heat until the next morning, the sweet and soft Laba porridge is ready.

It was snowing heavily outside the house, and the two of them sat facing each other under the warm light inside, drinking porridge in silence. The black earthen pot on the table was emitting misty white steam.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Being with Ye Qingyuan always makes people feel like taking a leisurely walk in the courtyard.Feng Yan thought.

After Ye Qingyuan finished his porridge, he took out the key and handed it to Feng Yan: "I'm going to deliver volunteer supplies to a mountainous elementary school in Jiangxi, and I'll be leaving later. This is the key to the bookstore. If you pass by me on your way to school, open the store door. The apprentice in the barber shop next door will help me look after the shop, and I have already said hello. When I come back from self-study at night, just close the shop."

Feng Yan stopped after drinking half of the porridge: "Go for a few days, why is it so sudden?"

"It was quite sudden. There was a blizzard a week ago, the lines were crushed, and the power was cut off for several days. The volunteer center over there sent out a message for help. The Ningbo side raised a batch of supplies the day before yesterday and sent them to the hospital yesterday. Here, arrange for me to be sent into the mountains with a partner. The road is not far, and we can get there in two days, but after it snowed over there, it rained for two days in a row, the road is difficult to walk, and it may take three or four days."

"Then I...you..." Feng Yan felt a little flustered for a moment, he was at a loss for what happened so suddenly.He didn't want Ye Qing to go away. He couldn't explain the reason, but he felt down that he couldn't see that lazy expression for three or four days.But when it came to his mouth, he just couldn't say it.Feng Yan didn't sit or stand, I spent a long time without saying what I wanted to say.Ye Qingyuan swiftly packed up a few changes of clothes and belongings during this vacancy, and put them in the shoulder bag at his feet.

"Okay, eat quickly, and go to school after eating. Let's take a mock exam next Wednesday. If you pass the exam, brother, I will take you to a big meal."

As Ye Qingyuan opened the door, the cold wind outside the door swept snowflakes into the room. "Lock the door for me when you leave." Ye Qingyuan turned around and warned, seeing Feng Yan nodded, stepped out the door, turned out of the alley after a while, and disappeared in front of his eyes.

There was only a row of clear footprints left on the ground, the snow fell silently, Feng Yan stood at the door blankly, he didn't say the phrase "Don't go" after all.