Chapter 267: : Bright Moon

At night, it is not clear what the distance looks like. On the ground, there is white snow, and in the distance you can see the stars and moons that gather together.
Gu Nan sat side by side with Duanmu Qing, the hot air from the bowl fluttered on his face, leaving some cold faces as if something had opened up, bringing warmth.
"No." Gu Nan handed a bowl to Duan Muqing.
"Thank you." Duanmu Qing lowered his head and took the bowl, looking at the contents of the bowl.
In a bowl of white soup, there are some white balls. If you touch it with a spoon, there are some soft glutinous ones.
The round shape of the ball lying in the spoon is also a little nice, with a slight mist.
"What is this, what?"
Duanmu Qing asked.
Gu Nan had already begun to eat, and ate the dumplings in the spoon into his mouth.
虽然 Although she doesn't know how to eat, this thing just needs to be packed and put in some sugar. It's pretty simple.
It is worth mentioning that the sugar at this time is still a bit hard, and the kitchen knife can't cut it. She used the incompatibility to make a small piece.
The glutinous rice were bitten into the mouth, and the sesame paste flowing out of it was flowing in the mouth. The light sweetness accompanied the slight hotness, and people narrowed their eyes unconsciously.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and a mist condensed in the cold air and dispersed.
When I heard Duan Muqing's question, Gu Nan also remembered that although there was a Lantern Festival in the Western Han Dynasty, the custom of eating dumplings had not been fooled, and he said with a smile.
"This is dumplings, which is considered a custom in my hometown. When the Lantern Festival is held every year, my family will come back to eat this together, which means reunion."
Gu Nan said, and continued to eat another one, she loved to eat these sweet things in previous lives. Every year during the Lantern Festival, although she has no family, she will cook some dumplings by herself.
"Reunion?"
Wu Duanmuqing knows the Lantern Festival, which is a festival to sacrifice Taiyi, but she doesn't know the meaning of reunion in the Lantern Festival.
"Yes." Gu Nan raised his head and pointed at the direction of the moon: "Look, the moon is particularly round. In my hometown, my family will come back and reunite everywhere at this time."
She said these words with a missed smile on her face.
This was given to her by the teacher in her orphanage. She always believed these words when she was young, so she waits for the moon to turn every year.
I just don't have anyone here every year, and then she no longer believes these ghost words.
Sometimes she thought it was a teacher who lied to her. Later she realized that she didn't even have a family. Even if I want to go home, where can I go back?
Will my grandmother's family come back? Duanmu Qing doesn't know what to think of, a smile on his face.
"Gu, Gu Nan, the customs in your hometown are very, very good."
"Why do you say that?" Gu Nan asked while eating dumplings.
Yun Duanmuqing's tone was vague: "Dear, loved ones will come back, are you happy?"
Gu Nan paused for a moment, then nodded with a smile.
"Yes, it should be very happy."
She opened her mouth to the spoon in Duan Muqing's hand.
"Don't just say, eat and see, it's delicious."
Hori Duanmu Qing slowly put the dumplings in his mouth, the sweet taste filled them, whispered.
"good to eat."
Gu Nan smiled: "Yes."
The two sat and ate in the snow.
Silently all night, Duanmuqing suddenly asked: "Gu Nan, Ming, are you still next year?"
Gu Nan had some doubts and stopped his spoon.
"What's wrong?"
"No, no, I just thought, you, you are so good at swordsmanship, and you know so many things. You, you said that you want to collect a hundred schools of doctrine. So, I think, if you have finished your studies, you will leave Anymore? "
Ran Duanmuqing rarely said such long words, she finished talking intermittently, and bowed down to eat dumplings.
"Do you still want to eat dumplings next year?" The answer from the side was unanswered.
Xu Duanmuqing looked up at Gu Nan, and then slightly moved his eyes: "Think."
Gu Nan raised her shoulders and said with a smile, "I'll do it for you next year."
Nian Duanmuqing's eyes narrowed, and then her eyes relaxed.
"it is good."
The light mist made everything look hazy.
的 The bright moon that night was perfect. Although it has not yet reached the Lantern Festival, it seems to be quite round.
Every year, Shuo Fang probably only has two looks, one is a long desert wasteland, and the other is a vast white snow.
So sometimes people feel that time and time are not clear.
The vast expanse of wasteland is infinite, but there are few changes. Often the dead trees are standing in endless desert colors, the branches are deserted, there are no branches and leaves, and they stand there barely.
The occasional rolls of hay could not stand, and they were blown up by the wind and turned over the wasteland.
Gu Nan accompanied Duan Muqing to take medicine outside. In the eyes, only yellow sand was often found. Duan Muqing always found a place with herb vegetation. She was familiar with it and didn't know how long she had lived here alone.
When nothing to do, Gu Nan was holding a bamboo slip on the barren and wrote the self-made Qimen 遁甲 ~ EbookFREE.me ~ She could n’t finish writing a book. Just name it a single copy.
For example, there is a book called Taiping Yaoshu that records some simple chemical knowledge and climatic phenomena.
A book describing the theory of Chinese medicine in Duanmuqing family and some vague theories of modern medicine is called the Qingsongshu.
Some of these books have titles in ancient legends, and some have lost titles in later generations.
She didn't know if she wrote it like this, would the predecessors who wrote those books really get angry?
Or those who later wrote their own writings and found that the name was occupied, would they scold her behind her back?
She's just writing for fun.
She has a little knowledge of many of the things inside. Basically, she wrote as much as possible in detail, but the deeper she wrote, the more obscure she wrote.
I don't know if this group of books will be circulated in the future, if it will be seen by which bad luck, if you learn, I'm afraid I have to study the contents of the back while learning.
Outside the congestion, I don't know the years, but I can only see the wind passing by the yellow sand, as if day after day.
And the bamboo slips she wrote were almost piled with a bamboo frame, which should not be moved for a long time, and it was covered with a thin layer of dust.
May be months, maybe years, or years.
A tens of thousands of troops passed through the wasteland. Horseshoes and armored boots stepped on the yellow sand on the ground. The dust made it difficult to see the faces of those sergeants, but only the armor could see that they were Han Army.
The young general of the Qiang Army watched the distance carefully. The army just passed here, not staying too long.