On this day, Ruan Siyi also wrote two letters to the family and got ten coins in total.
It wasn't until dusk came and the vendors on the street closed their stalls that he began to pick up things and pack them up and go home with a bookcase on his back.
When he was about to close the stall, a man who had been standing at the corner diagonally across from him for a long time hurriedly turned and left, wiping away the tears he didn't know what it was like when he turned around.
When Ruan Siyi arrived home, the small courtyard was already lit with lights.
Qiao Shi set the meal at the table, Ruan Siyi went into the room and put the bookcase first.
"Master, it's time to eat."
He didn't dare to see her, and she didn't dare to see her.
Halfway through the meal, he took out a handful of copper coins from his sleeve and pushed them over.
"Master, where did you get the money from?"
"It wasn't stolen anyway."
Ruan Siyi's tone was a little bad, and Qiao Shi did not speak. He seemed to feel that his tone was wrong, and said in a low voice, "I earned it."
There was a vague humming over there, Ruan Siyi seemed to hear the cry, but it seemed that he didn't.
…
At night, two people slept in one bed.
He is out, she is in.
After moving here, there were only two rooms and only two beds. Ruan Siyi inevitably slept in the same bed as Mrs. Qiao. Although the Chu River and the Han world were separated by some distance, they were on the same bed after all.
Ruan Siyi and Qiao Shi had never slept in the same bed before. He thought she was not good-looking. She had been married for so many years, and she was named as a husband and wife, but she was not a husband and wife.
But now, everyone who should go is gone, and she who should leave the most is still by his side...
Ruan Siyi's mood is very complicated...
…
The days passed so unhurriedly.
As the old man said, there is a livelihood, but only food and clothing.
As Ruan Siyi set up a stall for a long time, his letter writing gradually began to have regular customers. Like the aunt who gave him the first picture, she wrote it for him at a fixed point, and even brought several customers over for him. Ruan Siyi earns a hundred or ten cents a day if his business is good, and he can earn more than thirty cents if he is not so good.
After doing it for a while, Ruan Siyi also knew that he had painted two calligraphy and paintings and hung them on the stall for sale.
In the past, he liked to be subservient and elegant, and he could do things like framed calligraphy and painting. Do a good job of meeting people who know the goods, and you can sell them for a few taels of silver. Of course, you may not be able to buy a pair for a month or two. After all, people who buy calligraphy and painting have a little extra money, so naturally they won't buy them at such a stall.
After a long time, Ruan Siyi gave Qiao the money he earned every day, but he couldn't hide what she was doing. Sometimes when Mr. Qiao saw that he didn't come back at noon, he would also bring him a meal or something.
…
Suddenly, there was another small stall next to Ruan Siyi's stall.
The stalls sell very simple things, that is, steamed buns and steamed buns.
Chen's mother can make dim sum, steamed buns and so on. It doesn’t cost much to do this, and I’m not afraid of losing money. I make it now and steam it now, and I’ll take it back to eat at night if I have any leftovers. And in this way, Ruan Siyi also has ready-made things to eat at noon.
After a long time, everyone on the street knew that the letter-writing stall and the steamed bun stall were a family, and the two were a young couple.
As for the scholar who is always sitting there silently setting up a stall, in fact, the people around him have observed it for a long time.
Without him, I always feel that he is not like a person who does this, and he is very silent, always sitting there with his head down, and sitting there for a day.
It was like this at the beginning. After a long time, the scholar would also take out a book and sit there silently. A thread-bound book, he read it over and over for a long time, and the edges were scratched.
On the contrary, the woman at the steamed bun stall was much more enthusiastic. At first, I was a little thin-skinned and couldn't let go, but after that, I could talk to the regular customers who came to buy the steamed buns or the nearby stalls.
"Boss, wrap me two steamed buns."
"Okay, two texts in total."
Ruan Siyi's gaze shifted over there with the letter in his hand—
She was wearing a blue cloth dress, with a bun on her head and a headkerchief wrapped around her head. It seems that there is no silk satin and full head of gold and emerald, and people will save a lot at once. The round and round figure that used to be disgusted in the past has also lost a lot of weight because of the hard work these days. With a blushing face and a smile on her face, she took the other party's copper plate, and she received it in the pocket under the apron...
Qiao put the copper coins away, feeling that someone was looking at her, and looked up to meet his eyes.
He hurriedly looked back, and so did she.
"Master, are you hungry?"
Ruan Siyi was inexplicably annoyed. She would only ask him this question every time, making it seem like he was a pig.
But this kind of anger is hard to describe, he can only shake his head.
By noon, there were fewer people on the street.
Mr. Qiao took out a small stove, filled in some firewood, and took a crock pot from the cart. Light the fire, and after a while, the soup in the crock pot boils.
She touched it with her hands, and it shrank from the heat. She couldn't help touching her earlobe, then took a rag and wrapped it around the edge and brought it down. He took out two thick porcelain bowls and poured out the soup in the crock. One bowl was full, and the other was only half-filled. In the end, she poured all the ingredients that sank into the bottom of the crock into half a bowl.
After that, she picked up two hot buns from the steamer and put them on a plate. Along with the bowl of soup, he brought it to Ruan Siyi.
"Master, it's time to eat."
Ruan Siyi didn't speak and took it silently, while Qiao went to sit on the stool behind his stall next to him.
Just as she was about to start lunch, the bowl in front of her was taken away, and another bowl was placed in front of her.
"That, Xianggong, I like soup."
Ruan Siyi ignored her, took a big mouthful of the soup, and turned to eat his own steamed buns.
Qiao Shi lowered her head a little bit and fed the steamed buns to her mouth, but no one saw that she had already burst into tears.
After closing the stall at night, Ruan Siyi cleaned up his own side and silently came over to help Qiao's clean up. After that, he carried the bookcase on his back and helped Qiao's cart with his free hand.
The car looks small, but it is actually very heavy, and it is very difficult for Mr. Qiao to push it alone.
She pushed this car alone for a month. Occasionally, Chen's mother would come to help her. In the next two months, there was one more person to help her.
…
Finished dinner today.
After Mr. Qiao cleaned up the table, he quietly put something on the side of the table.
Ruan Siyi was stunned when he saw that thing.
This is not a rare treasure, but a 'Analects of Confucius'.
For Ruan Siyi in the past, it was regarded as bad. But now, he has been thinking about it for a long time, but he is not willing to buy it, or he has no money to buy it at all. The money earned every day is only enough to keep you hungry, and such a book needs several taels.
After Mr. Qiao put it down, he went to the kitchen. Ruan Siyi was stunned for a long time before slowly reaching out to get the book.
After taking it, he rubbed it for a long time.
…
at night.
In the quiet bedroom, there is a small world surrounded by gauze curtains.
"Actually, you can go back to your mother's house, you don't need to live with me like this..."
Mr. Qiao opened his eyes wide, stared at the empty sky, and choked up, "Marry a chicken with a chicken, marry a dog with a dog, I'm not going anywhere..."
She thought she could finally cover it up, but did she still not cover it up
Qiao Xinlan, how long can you hold on
He seemed to be there, but he didn't seem to be there. It's so close, yet it feels so far away.
Qiao carefully turned over, buried her face in the quilt, held her breath for a long time, and then burst into tears.
When I cried, I couldn't stop crying.
She had never cried like this before, she would cry loudly when she wanted to. Later, I slowly discovered that no matter how loud she cried and how fierce she was, she couldn't make his eyes stop, so she changed it...
She also has to be decent...
She can endure hardships and live a hard life that she never dared to imagine before. She thought she would not be able to bear it, but in fact it was not difficult.
She felt that she was strong now and could face any dilemma, only to find out that with just his words, she could no longer bear it...
"Don't cry..."
In the darkness, a voice said so, and a hand was placed on her shoulder, as if trying to comfort but not knowing what to do.
Mr. Qiao turned around, plunged into Ruan Siyi's arms, and burst into tears.
She cried for a long time, murmured while crying, 'I will never leave you, I will never'...
She murmured this sentence many times, as if to convince him and herself.
It is said that men don't cry easily. From the accident at home to the present, Ruan Siyi has never cried, no matter how aggrieved his heart is. But at this time, he couldn't help but his voice trembled and his hands trembled.
"Don't cry..."
He couldn't stop it. In the end, he used the most primitive look and blocked it with his mouth...
Tears are salty, somehow, but a little sweeter...
…
The next day before dawn, Mr. Qiao quietly got up.
Mother Chen woke up earlier than her, and was making steamed buns and noodles early in the morning.
The noodle was woken up the day before. When I woke up in the morning, I just wrapped the freshly chopped stuffing and steamed it on the steamer. At that time, Mr. Qiao will take it to the market to sell, and just use some firewood underneath to heat it up.
"Mom, why are you up so early again?"
"You can't sleep when you're old, so get up early to do things."
"Mom, you suffered with me..."
"What are you talking about, miss, mom is not bitter."
The two of them joined hands and finished their work, and it was dawn. The stove is double-burning. When the buns are steamed, the gruel cooked on the side will be ready. After bringing down the steamer, Chen's mother sautéed a green vegetable on fire, and Qiao's picked up some pickles from the pickle jar, and then she could have breakfast.
Mr. Qiao came out with breakfast, Ruan Siyi was standing at the door of the main room and looked over, his eyes just hit Mr. Qiao who came out. Qiao Shi blushed, and Ruan Siyi's face was also suspected to be red.
After breakfast, the two went to the stall together.
After setting up the stall, the two sat down to take a breath, and Ruan Siyi was suddenly stuffed with a slightly hot thing in his hand. Looking down, it was a hard-boiled egg.
"Um, you were tired last night, here you go..."
"Boss, two buns."
"Hey, here we come."
Looking at the egg in his hand, Ruan Siyi wanted to say something, he was not tired.