East Courtyard.
Begonia Tree Down.
Dugu Yan stretched out his hand to support Celadon Gourd, and slowly pulled out the blade underneath.
A corner of the leaf was stained with tea.
She picked up the handkerchief, gently wiped it along the veins of the leaves, and then placed it in the center of the clean handkerchief.
Ning Xian looked at her.
"Still putting it on the map?"
"I won't let you go."
She unfolded the map, and the petals and leaves inside were crowded together, covering half of the road.
"If I put it down again, I won't be able to find my way back to the city."
Ning Xian Put down the tea cup.
"You do know."
Dugu Yan laid the map on Stone Table and took out the items one by one.
Her fingertips rested on the well-stored piece of Begonia Leaf.
"This area cannot be moved."
"Why?"
"This was left behind the day I found Fifth Soul Ring."
She clamped the leaves back into place and gathered only the remaining petals onto the veil.
The morning breeze blows.
A thin petal slipped from the edge of the table.
Dugu Yan reached out to take it, but his sleeve rubbed the tea cup.
Ning Xian Hold the edge of the cup and catch the petals with the other hand.
"Concentrating on this side, I forgot about that side."
She pushed her sleeves up, exposing her wrists.
"Senior, watch the tea for me."
"I still have to look at the cup for you?"
"Just watch it for a moment."
She took the petals away from his palm and lightly touched his fingers with her fingertips.
"When I put it away, I'll pour tea for senior."
Liu Erlong put away the empty bowl and glanced at the table as he passed by the corridor.
"There is an empty wooden box in the house, do you want to bring it?"
Dugu Yan looked up immediately.
"Want a lighter one."
"Put two more pieces of clean paper inside."
Liu Erlong agreed, and after a while, he brought a plain wooden box.
The box is not big, the corners are polished smooth, and there are no unnecessary patterns on the copper buckle.
Dugu Yan took the wooden box, wiped the bottom first, and then spread the white paper inside.
She picked for a long time and only selected three complete petals.
Ning Xian picked up the tea cup.
"You don't want the rest?"
"I want it too."
She wrapped the remaining petals into a handkerchief and folded the four corners.
"Put these on the other side."
"It's quite clear."
Dugu Yan moved towards him and placed the wooden box between the two of them.
"Senior, help me write a few words."
"What to write?"
"Collected today."
Ning Xian glanced at the begonias in the courtyard.
"What about tomorrow?"
"Write another one tomorrow."
After she finished speaking, she laughed first.
"Forget it, if senior writes this for me every day, he won't even have time to drink."
Liu Erlong put the pen and ink on the corner of the table.
Dugu Yan picked up the pen, dipped it in a little ink, and wrote the date on the cut paper.
She wrote carefully, but her writing was a little heavy.
Next to the last word, there is an extra dot of ink.
Ning Xian's eyes fell on the paper.
She immediately reached out and covered it.
"This one doesn't count."
"I haven't said anything yet."
"Senior saw it."
"Hmm."
Dugu Yan Put the paper aside and pull out another one.
This time she scraped off the remaining ink on the edge of the inkstone before lowering her head to write.
A strand of dark green hair slid down from the side of her shoulder and was about to touch the paper.
Ning Xian raised his hand to hold it for her.
The tip of her pen paused for a moment.
"Don't stop."
"The ink is falling again."
Dugu Yan hurriedly finished writing the last stroke and put the pen away.
She turned back, her hair still lingering between Ning Xian's fingers.
"Senior, please hold it up for me."
Ning Xian took off the white jade hairpin from her hair.
Her long dark green hair was scattered behind her back, with a few strands draped over her light green collar.
Dugu Yan sat upright, put his hands on his knees, and did not touch the wooden box on the table.
He gathered up his long hair and replaced the hosta.
The hairpin tail falls on the side of the ear, and the originally loose hair is neatly collected.
She raised her hand and touched it.
"Prison?"
"It won't fall off."
Dugu Yan turned around and looked at him closely.
"Does it look good?"
Ning Xian looked at her hair.
"Good looking."
Satisfied, she sat back and placed the written note on the edge of the wooden box to dry.
"Then we won't dismantle it today."
Liu Erlong Pick up the empty tray.
"What do you want for lunch?"
Dugu Yan glanced at Ning Xian.
"What do you want to eat, senior?"
"Lighter."
"Then let's cook noodles."
She closed the wooden box and added another sentence.
"Add an egg to my bowl."
Liu Erlong nodded, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.
Dugu Yan then stood up.
"I'll go too."
Ning Xian looked at her.
"The wooden boxes are no longer available?"
She pushed the box in front of him.
"Senior, keep watch for me for a while."
"It was a tea cup just now, and now it's a box."
"When I come back, senior won't have to guard you anymore."
She walked around Stone Table, her light green skirt brushing against the hanging crabapple branches.
When she reached the corridor, she stopped again, turned back and pointed at the corner of the table.
"The one with bad writing cannot be read."
Ning Xian Pick up Celadon Gourd.
"Already seen it."
Dugu Yan folded it back, took the paper away, folded it twice and put it into his sleeve.
"No more now."
Then she followed Liu Erlong into the kitchen.
Noon.
Dugu Yan walked back to East Courtyard carrying the tray.
Her cuffs were rolled up in two, the ribbon around her waist was re-tied, and there were two bowls of hot noodles on the tray.
Liu Erlong then put down a plate of vegetables and a plate of chopped braised pork.
Ning Xian Move the pen and ink on the table to make room for the two noodle bowls.
Dugu Yan pushed one of the bowls in front of him.
"This bowl belongs to senior."
There is a fried egg lying in the bowl, the edge is slightly darker, but the center is still intact.
Ning Xian Pick up the chopsticks.
"You did it?"
"I fried the eggs."
She sat down next to him and put the spoon away for him first.
"The noodles were cooked by Erlong, and she also prepared the soup."
Liu Erlong Put the tray aside.
"Yanyan is guarding the pot and won't even let me help with turning it over."
Dugu Yan raised his eyes and looked at Ning Xian.
"Senior, take a bite first."
He clipped off a small piece of egg edge.
Her eyes followed the chopsticks, but her noodle bowl remained untouched.
"How?"
"The fire is getting stronger."
Dugu Yan looked down at the fried egg.
"I was afraid it wasn't cooked inside, so I waited a little longer."
"Next time, wait a little longer."
"What about this time?"
Ning Xian picked up another piece.
"It's edible."
She watched him eat the omelette and then picked up her chopsticks.
"I will fry it better next time."
The hot steam of the noodle soup hit my face.
Dugu Yan lowered his head and picked up a few noodles. As soon as he took a bite, he slowed down.
Ning Xian put an empty disk in her hand.
"After ironing, let it dry."
She picked the noodles into the plate and turned her face to look at him.
"Senior also has to take care of this."
"You don't have to listen."
Dugu Yan pulled the plate closer to him.
"I listen."
She picked up the fried eggs in the bowl, divided half of them into the Ning Xian bowl.
Ning Xian looked at the half egg.
"Didn't you keep it specially for yourself?"
"I thought about it."
She spread the remaining half onto the noodles.
"Senior collected flower petals for me and tied my hair. I should eat more."
Ning Xian did not clip it back again.
Dugu Yan lowered his head to eat the noodles, with a little soup on his lips.
Just as she was about to take the handkerchief, she remembered that there were flower petals wrapped in the handkerchief.
Ning Xian took out a clean handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to her.
She took it, wiped the corners of her lips, and folded it carefully.
"I'll wash this and return it."
"Don't use it to wrap flowers too."
Dugu Yan looked at the wooden box beside the table and couldn't help but laugh.
"This side is not covered."
The afternoon sunlight hits the edge of the table.
She moved the wooden box to the inside to leave a shade for Ning Xian's wine glass.
The noodles in the bowl are no longer hot.
Dugu Yan picked up the chopsticks again, sat close to him, and slowly finished the remaining half of the fried egg.