Reading The Remnants

In half a month, Chunping adapted a lot. Although she didn't like to talk, she smiled occasionally. I don't know why, she and Song Jiu are the most agreeable, often following her not far away, sitting quietly.

Song Jiu seems to have retrieved the dragon's tail, and held the corners of his proud mouth to restrain himself.

After a long time, Song Nineteen also gradually explored some doorways. I don’t know what Chunping’s congenital deficiencies are. As long as he goes out to meet strangers, he keeps the fire at night, but only burns for one night, and the next morning, he will live again.

Said she was in good spirits, but in the end she was weak, Song Jiu didn't dare to toss her, so he stopped taking her out. Fortunately, she doesn't like to wander around. Most of the time, she lie in front of the window to watch the girls who go to school, sometimes awkwardly holding a book, shaking her head and looking at it for a long time. Song Jiu looked at it, and the words on the top fell down. Head down to the sky.

So he took it out of her hand and asked her: "I don't know how to read?"

Chunping's neck was a little red, and she hummed softly.

"Missing books?" Song Jiu turned two pages casually.

Chunping thought for a while and said, "My mother said--my mother said before that after reading, she won't be beaten again."

What is the reason for this? Song Nineteen was a little bit ridiculous, closed the book, put it on the table, and arranged the hem of her clothes for her, and said: "It's not easy to study. There is a book bag in our room. You can go to her and let her teach. You can read."

There was an unassuming smile in the corner of her eyes when she talked about "book bag", Chunping tilted her head and glanced at Susu. In such an expression, the three words "Li Eleven" do not need to be specified.

Chunping nodded and went to look for Li Shiyi according to her words. She was about to go upstairs, but when she heard movement in the yard, she looked out first. Ayin sat under the newly moved plum tree, and Erlang's legs were lingering, sitting opposite A Luo and eating melon seeds.

Ghosts are trembling in the winter, but this grandma doesn’t like to nest in the house. Under the cheongsam there is a piece of powdered ankles, and a piece of rouge plum petals rolls down from the gold thread cheongsam and touches the ankle sockets. Inside, it trembled again in twos or twos.

Chunping stared at the petals she had shaken off, then glanced at her pink face and spring, standing still wanting to speak.

Ayin took a bite of melon seeds and said to her, "Say if you have anything."

Chunping chose another conversation and glanced at the table: "What is this?"

Ayin turned his head and picked up the letter paper: "The letter from the youngest Tu. Oh, you don't recognize the youngest Tu. You should call Uncle Tu. He said that he will not go back again, and he must set off to find us."

"Go back?" Chun Ping was taken aback.

"We're here from Shanghai." Ayin closed her teeth together, rolled up fresh melon seeds on the tip of her tongue, chewed them in twos, and then asked her, "Shanghai, don't you know?"

"I know." Chunping nodded, then frowned again.

"I listened to you, not a local, but I haven't asked where you came from?" Ayin pocketed the melon seeds with the fat on the palm of her palm, and asked her on her chest.

Chunping took a look at her gorgeous red Koodan, and said after a while: "It's from Nanjing."

After walking for a long time, overturning the bullock cart for a long time, and fortunately to run into a group of Lu Bing on the road, it was only then that he arrived in Chongqing. In the rain, I fainted in the mountain temple outside the city for several days. I opened my eyes and entered the city in the dark.

"Weirdo knows about Shanghai." Ayin smiled and patted the melon seeds in the silk.

Chunping nodded, the plum petals fell on the back of her neck, limp, she moved her neck, and then said after a while: "Do you really want to go back to Shanghai?"

Ayin turned his head to look at her, and laughed: "You little man, how can you be like a scorpion dog, what do you do with your skin? Let's go, we will not leave you behind. You see you smeared The old uncle knows that we are not disgusted with the spoiled rogue, let alone the little girl with the delicate skin and tender meat? You will feel your heart in your stomach."

Chunping's tender brows moved slightly, and the young buds broke the soil, but there was no movement besides her face. After thinking for a while, she turned around and walked towards the house. Only after walking three or two steps, she stopped again. Down, staring at Ah Yin's ankles, whispered: "If you want to hurry, you can't wear it like this."

Ah Yin raised her eyebrows, and Ah Luo raised her eyes, and saw the severely suppressed scars in Chunping's quiet pupils. Finally, she straightened her chin and pursed her lips, before turning her head into the room without saying a word.

"It's babbling." A Yin's chin was stained with a piece of melon seed skin, and he raised his waist lazily.

After entering the room, she settled her mind and stepped upstairs. Li Shiyi was really in the study, burning a pot of mixed aroma of white cardamom and sweet pine, and writing with her sleeves rolled. Today, she has loose hair, a long white cheongsam, slightly wider, not as graceful as Ayin Tong's nineteen, her waist is hollow, and the front is not obtrusive, with her delicate wrist bones and small moles on the neck. Wearing a cheongsam shows a different sense of abstinence.

She raised her eyes to look at Chunping, her eyes were like playing a piano, slowly pressing down the string that had just been picked up tight, and then rubbing it with her fingertips.

In this look, Chunping saw something different from Li Shiyi a few days ago. Like a sleeping person in his body, he lazily stretched out his hand to touch the end of his sleepy nose, and then looked at you with awake eyes.

But such a look was only a moment, and Li Shiyi lowered his head again, and said indifferently, "Want to learn Chinese characters?"

Chunping was not surprised how she heard it, and just nodded, and walked over to lean against the desk.

She didn't speak, and Li Shiyi didn't have the intention of teaching actively, so she just let her take a closer look.

Li Shiyi practiced a thin gold body today, with a wolf's pin between his fingers, holding a thin sense of proportion when he wandered.

"Pick a pen." After writing a piece of writing, Li Shixi stopped and motioned her to look at the pen holder on the desk.

Chunping nodded, holding her breath and staring left and right, as if she was doing something very ceremonial. Li Shiyi smiled, picked a rabbit-shoulder purple hae for her, and raised her hand twice to add ink, kiss Tried a few strokes.

Her profile is particularly good-looking, even if her eyes are cold, her breathing is warm like spring breeze.

Above the incense burner is distorted smoke, and the window lattice divides the distorted morning sun. Chunping lies distortedly by the table, carefully watching Li Shiyizhong’s extremely positive body.

She didn't raise her face, just stared at Li Shiyi's writing hand, and suddenly asked, "Why treat me like this?"

She paused for a moment, then whispered, "I don't recognize you."

She rarely said such hypocritical words, and now she also retracted her hand in her cuff, rubbing the fine stitches back and forth.

Li Shiyi took a look at her with drooping eyelids, but did not rush to say anything. He paused briefly with the pen in his hand and started a new line with the word "Ping" in the middle.

"Do you recognize it?" she asked softly.

Chunping shook her head.

Li Shiyi's thin lips touched up and down: "Ping."

Chunping's mind moved, it was her name.

Li Shiyi didn't explain too much, only added three more words at the back, then put the pen down, looked at her and said: "Pingshui meet."

She smiled: "The fate between people and people comes from these four words."

Through the top of Chunping's short head, she thought of the unfamiliar master, the bow tie A Yin, the youngest Tu Yao who held her thigh without letting go, and finally thought of Xiao Nineteen who caught her fingers.

There is no reason for the interaction of people, but the encounter is the reason.

I learned a few words with Li Shiyi for a few days, and Chunping spoke a lot more, and occasionally met someone who didn't understand it well, and would still chat for a long time. It was dark early this night, and it was already dark by the time of supper. A Yin put the dishes and chopsticks while facing Chunping downstairs and said, "Go, wash your hands!"

The chairs and stools were gently drawn and everyone was seated. Chunping came back after washing her hands and was about to serve the meal, but she was startled when she saw the dishes on the table.

Ayin smiled and said: "The newly opened restaurant, Nanjing cuisine, you can't go out to eat out, I brought it back, you can try it."

The crunchy and oily Jinling roast duck, the char siu mandarin fish with savory green onions, the duck blood vermicelli soup with smooth soup, the phoenix prawns clustered with tails, the Qinhuai flavor is full of pawnshops, as if there is a small key babble The ground dripped from the white porcelain cup bordered by the gold thread.

Chunping sat down, holding the rice in a very small motion, turning in the palm of her hand, and then said, "Most of these, I haven't eaten them."

Except for the duck blood vermicelli soup, it seems to have been eaten once.

Ayin gave her a piece of phoenix prawns, and smiled: "It doesn't matter if you have eaten it before, you are only a Nanjing native, whether it is authentic or not, you have the final say."

Chunping pursed her mouth and smiled, squinted and nodded, swallowed the shrimp, and took another bite of rice.

It was so delicious that she couldn't help reaching out and grabbing the second piece. After thinking about it, the chopsticks turned around in the air and fell into Song Nineteen's bowl.

Song Nineteen raised his eyebrows, but Chun Ping didn't say anything, only shrank his bones behind the stool, and immersed himself in sending rice a few times.

After the cup, everyone’s words became lively. Seeing that everyone was eating well, Ah Yin was happy to have done a beautiful thing by himself, and said: "If you like to eat, I will go tomorrow. The boss said there are several good ones. I only hate my small stomach, I can’t eat it all at once."

Seeing her asking for credit, Arrow only smiled softly, and reached out to serve her with a bowl of soup.

However, Chunping said weakly, "Is there any Meiling porridge?"

"What porridge?" Ah Yin didn't understand.

Chunping whispered: "I ran into a fellow villager on my way to escape. According to reports, I used to be a cook in the Jinling Grand Hotel. My best porridge was Meiling porridge. He said it was delicious. I always thought about it. NS."

She was still not used to begging for anything from others. She was so embarrassed that she hid her face in the soup bowl before she was finished.

"If you want to eat, I will ask tomorrow, which one is beautiful? What age? You talk to me, so you don't have to make a mistake." Ayin interface.

Chunping raised her head and said, "It's Mrs. Song's name."

"I heard from the fellow that Mrs. Song had a bad appetite, and ordered the kitchen to make this porridge. It was very sweet and appetizing, and it was spread after that, named Mei Ling."

Ah Yin blinked, and the more he listened, the more confused he became: "Mrs. Song? Which Mrs. Song? Is it Mrs. Sun?"

Chunping also had some doubts, and shook her head: "Mrs. Meiling, Chairman Chiang's wife."

Ayin smirked, and took Aro's Tang: "I don't know there is such a wife." Chairman Chiang also didn't know which chairman it was.

She has never liked to read books and newspapers, but she is a little ignorant when she wants to come.

But when he saw Li Shiyi, who had been silent, raised his head, looking at Chunping, he said: "What kind of battle are you fighting when you come from Nanjing? Who is fighting?"

Chunping met her gaze, her heart jumped in panic, and she moisturized her lips before she said, "Guzi."

"Jap."

Li Shiyi's breathing was uncontrollable for a second, and his voice was slightly deep: "What year is it now?"

Chunping had a bad premonition, bit her lower lip helplessly, looked around, and replied in a low voice: "Republic of China...twenty-six years."

One nine thirty seven.