Tao Yaoyao was busy the entire day.
Picking and washing osmanthus flowers, drying them in the sun. He made candied osmanthus, osmanthus wine, and osmanthus wine. He stir-fried the dried osmanthus flowers, dried them, and bottled them.
When night fell, she and Yu Sheng found a flower tree in the courtyard that they thought had pleasant scenery and excellent feng shui. They buried osmanthus wine jars at the foot of the tree.
According to her plan, she would make plum wine, mulberry wine, peach wine, pomegranate wine, plum wine, kiwifruit wine, apple wine, grape wine…according to the season.
She counted with her fingers, indicating that she wanted to bury all the wine jars under the tree in the courtyard.
In the end, she also told Yusheng that she wanted to brew more wine, such as the laughter of a concubine, the drunken peach blossom, the red of a daughter, the ballad of moonlight, the jade ice fire...
Hearing these strange and poetic names, Yu Sheng simply felt that Tao Yaoyao was a god of wine who had descended to the mortal world.
In the end, she even added that there were still many other wines that could be made. For example, glutinous rice wine was very good.
As she buried the wine, Tao Yaoyao reminded her that the osmanthus wine would not taste good until the time was right. She must not secretly dig it out and drink it.
"Then how long do we have to wait? Is one month enough?" Yu Sheng asked.
"At least three months. However, it was better not to drink too much.”
"What is heat control? It's so hard to wait."
Yu Sheng felt that from the moment he buried the jar, he was already impatient.
Tao Yaoyao could guess his feelings. After all, she had also suffered from the long wait when she was brewing wine in modern times.
She still remembered that her longest wait was for Amber.
Amber was the name of the wine, inspired by its color.
The wine was made from red plums and had been sealed for a total of five years. It was made with 75% voi kaoliang liquor as the catalyst. When the final alcohol content was reduced to 10- 20% voi, the color also changed from colorless to amber. The taste also changed from the pungent smell of alcohol to a fragrant and sweet taste.
Hu Po let Tao Yaoyao know the meaning of waiting. She also thought that it was fortunate that she did not give up halfway. Amber not only brought her the ultimate enjoyment of sight and taste, but also those poetic and slightly tipsy.
"The osmanthus wine will be ready in early March. One year is fine, but if you want to wait until the color is golden and the fragrance is assaulting your nostrils, then it will take three to five years.”Tao Yaoyao said.
She had drunk osmanthus wine from various cellars.
The one that she could not forget the most was the one that looked, smelled, and tasted good. She could not bear to drink it in one gulp. Her eyes, nose, mouth, stomach, and every part of her body were taken care of. It made her want to sing praises of life, even if it was trivial.
This feeling could only be understood, but could not be described.
Tao Yaoyao still tried her best to describe it to Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng was also quite good at imagining things. He used his greatest imagination and said,""You mean the osmanthus wine that has been around for a long time. The color of the liquid is like gold, and the fragrance is stronger than on the tree.”He drew with his eyes closed.
Tao Yaoyao was just about to praise Yusheng for his understanding when a voice suddenly came from above," How can you accurately take out the wine you want with so many varieties buried?”
The two people who were squatting on the ground and making mud jumped up in shock.
It was actually Yulang.
He smiled again, but it was hard to tell if it was a fake smile or a real smile, as if he had caught two children playing with mud. Tao Yaoyao noticed that her brother was always smiling, but the sincerity in his smile was lacking. Sometimes, it was teasing, sometimes mocking, sometimes polite, sometimes perfunctory....
"Brother, why are you back?" Tao Yaoyao said happily.
"It's done. Why? Aren't you used to me coming back early? If I were any busier, you two would have to destroy every tree in the backyard.”
He paused for a moment, as if he had recalled something funny. His face was full of mockery."Flowers, fruits, and grains in the four seasons. Don't you think there aren't enough trees in the courtyard? Shouldn't we hang a sign on each tree with the name of the wine and the date of burial? Are you sure we don't need to build another wine cellar?”
"No, no, don't!"
Tao Yaoyao hurriedly waved her hand, worried that she, as a foreigner, had acted rashly.
"Don't want what? Wine cellar or digging trees?"
"None of them!" Tao Yaoyao replied with assurance.
"It's actually quite interesting. I'll have expectations for every tree I see in the future. The names of the trees were also very interesting.'Smiling Concubine, Drunken Peach Blossom, Burning Jade Ice, Moonlight Ballad, Amber...' How many people do you think I have to explain how this tree got its name?”Yu Lang laughed.
Under the moonlight, Yu Lang, who was dressed in white, was covered in a hazy halo, like an immortal descending to the mortal world.
Tao Yaoyao felt as if every pore on her body had been washed in a hot spring. She had long forgotten about her panic.
"Brother, we need a sense of ceremony in life. Otherwise, we'll be the same every day."”
Yu Sheng especially agreed with this sentence. Just thinking about osmanthus wine now makes me look forward to the future.”
"There's no miss. Call me by my name!" Tao Yaoyao gave Yu Sheng an elbow.
Yu Tian, Yu Tian, Yu Tian... Yu Sheng repeated the name repeatedly, deliberately strengthening his memory.
After returning to the house, two people with muddy hands went to wash up and came over to serve Yu Lang obediently.
Yu Sheng went to boil the bath water while Yu Lang went to the study.
Tao Yaoyao helped Yu Lang lay out the paper, grind the ink, and soak the brush. Then, she returned to her room and brought the newly made flower arrangement.
It was a rough ceramic bottle with a round mouth. The mouth of the bottle was big, and the body of the bottle looked like the belly of the Maitreya Buddha. She had found it in a corner of the kitchen.
Flower arrangement was one of the elegant things she thought of when she was picking osmanthus flowers today.
When she came in with the bottle, Yu Lang smelled a fragrance. When he was about to capture it, it disappeared.
Tao Yaoyao placed the porcelain bottle on the table. Yu Lang looked at the shape and found it interesting. On the left side was a twig, decorated with golden flowers that were as dense as rice grains. There was no green at all. On the right side was only a green leaf, simple but not dull.
Yu Lang was about to praise her when Tao Yaoyao put down her things and turned to leave.
Under the light, the fragrance of the osmanthus flowers seemed to be more obvious. The sweet smell was intentionally or unintentionally drilling into one's heart.
The corners of Yu Lang's mouth curled into a smile as he wrote rapidly, dancing like dragons and snakes.
Tao Yaoyao entered the door again. This time, she was carrying osmanthus tea in a white porcelain teacup. It was lemon-colored and fragrant.
Yu Lang drank the tea and praised Tao Yaoyao's clever thoughts. After receiving praise, her heart was sweeter than osmanthus honey. She pretended to examine Yu Lang's calligraphy and wanted to praise him greatly, but she could not recognize a single word. Her face was a little red, so she could only bite the bullet and comment, Flourishing dragons and dancing phoenixes.
Yu Lang passed the pen to her and said," I haven't seen Yaoyao's calligraphy for a few years. Come and write. Let me see if you're slacking off."”
"What? I don't want to write. My handwriting is so ugly that it makes the gods cry.”
Tao Yaoyao scolded herself in her heart,"Why are you rubbing against the study room? I'm going to lose face this time."
Tao Yaoyao was Chen Chen now. Modern people did not use brushes anymore. After she came here, she had lost a lot of face when it came to writing. She got used to it after throwing it away. She did not have the heart to work hard, so her words were still hated by gods and ghosts.
"No, Yaoyao's handwriting has always been good.”
However, Yu Lang insisted on stuffing the pen into Tao Yaoyao's hand, expecting her to be as modest as before.
Tao Yaoyao saw that she couldn't refuse, so she stood in front of the desk slowly. The pen in her hand was as heavy as a thousand catties. No matter how she held it, she felt uncomfortable.
Yu Lang gave her a look to encourage her to write, but she was hesitant to write. She said embarrassedly,"Write what?"
"Anything." The corners of Yu Lang's mouth curled into a smile again.
Whatever, alright. She gritted her teeth and repeated in her heart,'I'm a lunatic, I'm not afraid of anyone.' Then, she wrote with a stumble,"
Osmanthus
dark and clear yellow, body soft. my feelings are distant, my traces far away, only the fragrance remains.
Why light green light red, naturally among the flowers first-class.
The plum blossoms are jealous, and the chrysanthemums are ashamed. the painted railings open, where the crown of the Mid-Autumn Festival is placed.
Poet can be ruthless, why did not accept in the past?
Her poem could be said to fit the occasion.
Of course, the poem was also a good poem. How could Li Qingzhao's be bad?
However, the handwriting was terrible.
Tao Yaoyao had already exceeded her expectations, using a script that she felt was slightly presentable.
Yu Lang remained silent, his eyes filled with Tao Yaoyao's scribbles that looked like a three-year-old child's.
The characters tried their best to stand up straight, but there was some kind of power pulling them from standing steadily. It could not be said that they were not ugly, but each of them had gathered enough strength to explain the poetry very clearly.
Tao Yaoyao put down her brush and closed her eyes. Seeing that Yu Lang was silent for a long time, she lowered her head and asked,"Brother, are you smiling?"
"No, I haven't."
Yu Lang's voice was so stifled that it sounded like he was about to suffer internal injuries.
"You must be laughing in your heart!"
Tao Yaoyao was on the verge of collapse. She didn't know why, but in the past, Moxie and the others would laugh wildly when they saw her writing. But, she didn't feel embarrassed at all. But, at this moment, she felt extremely ashamed.
"Alright, I didn't do it on purpose. Hahahahaha…"
Yu Lang simply stopped pretending. He hadn't been so happy in a long time. This was the ugliest word he had ever seen in his life. However, Ugly Plain was not funny. It was just that the words were ugly and charmingly naive. One by one, they chased and played on the paper like naughty panda cubs.
He wondered if the water from the pond had entered Yaoyao's head and she couldn't even write.
Tao Yaoyao turned around and glared at him. Big brother."
Yu Lang hurriedly tried his best to hide the smile on his face and seriously commented on it. He said that it was really a good poem. After not seeing it for a few years, Yaoyao's poems had indeed improved greatly. She was indeed worthy of being a talented woman.
As for his calligraphy, it had regressed a little. If he practiced it properly, he would definitely be able to form a style of his own. Right now, he had a very unique "style" and already had the "clumsy intention" of returning to his original nature.
Tao Yaoyao did not want to reject his good intentions, but she could not help but put on a fake smile and said,"The madness of a lunatic, the clumsy of a clumsy.”
Yu Lang denied it against his conscience and said," It's better to have a style of your own than a thousand people. Besides, it's hard to find a humble mind. Many great calligraphers only reach this realm when they're old."”
Tao Yaoyao looked at Yu Lang with a half-smile. If eyes could speak, it would probably be: He continued to fabricate.
Yu Lang magically understood this gaze and rummaged through the bookshelves, saying that he wanted to show her the works of those who returned to their original nature to prove that his words were conscientious and sincere.
She really did find a few copybooks and paintings for him. He casually took out a few pieces of calligraphy for her to see and asked what they were like. "Not much." Tao Yaoyao pouted.
He took out a few more paintings and asked,"What about this one?"
Tao Yaoyao answered honestly,"It's just so-so."”
Then, Yu Lang smiled.
He told her that these people were the masters of calligraphy and painting in which era. Those were the mature works of others in their later years. If you want to have fun in life, you need decades of art and life tempering. Do you think it's easy to be "wind" and "clumsy"?
Tao Yaoyao burst into laughter. He thought to himself, Brother, you're really something.
She was so crazy to slander the leaders just to boost her confidence. She didn't believe what he said, but she couldn't help but feel touched by his care in protecting her self-esteem.
"I wanted to write well too, but the pen didn't listen.”
Tao Yaoyao gave him her signature smile again. It was harmless and cute. She was still a childish girl without makeup, so her words sounded full of sincerity.
"Come, remember these tricks of official script. Silkworm head wild goose tail, pen must be three fold; Wild geese do not fly in pairs, silkworms do not fly twice; Heavy turbid light clear, resolute and decisive; Point painting pitch, left pick and cut.”Yu Lang could not help but explain to her softly while demonstrating on the paper.
Then, he thought that she should start from writing. He patiently and carefully explained how to put the pen in, move the pen, pause the pen, lift the pen, turn the pen, twist the pen, how to control the strength, how to maintain the center of the pen…
Listening to Yu Lang's soft and gentle voice, looking at his white clothes and snow-white skin, Tao Yaoyao felt that he was more like a teacher. She really couldn't associate him with a general who fought on the battlefield.
She honestly followed Yu Lang's instructions and wrote, but she always noticed that she couldn't write. She clearly thought that he understood what he meant and wrote according to that method, but her writing was completely different.
Looking at the words under his pen, they were curved and twisted, like silkworms crawling.
Yu Lang couldn't bear to look at the words. He held the pen and helped her write.
Tao Yaoyao had the same feeling as when she was sitting on a horse that day. A dizzying masculine aura surrounded her with a heat wave. The smell was very strange. It was a little sweet, like osmanthus fragrance, but it didn't seem to be. For some reason, she felt that happiness might be like this, and the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily.
After writing, Yu Lang dejectedly discovered that the silkworms crawling on the paper were even bigger.
At this moment, Yu Sheng came to call Yu Lang to take a bath. He quickly retreated and threw a sentence to Tao Yaoyao," Train hard!
It was necessary to practice hard, especially after he had just obtained the knack of Yulang's strokes. In the faint fragrance, the faint taste of happiness from before was still there. Tao Yaoyao wrote in an orderly manner, stroke by stroke, and wrote a little of the quiet and good times.
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