"Excuse me."
"Thanks."
When Tang Zhuo got in the car, she spoke a few words. Her shoes were much heavier and covered in mud, her coat was wet, and the front of her hair was wet. When she sat in the back seat, the mat under her feet was wet.
When she spoke, her lips trembled twice because of the cold. Her face was white from the cold, covered with many drops of water, her left teardrop was trembling, and her shoulders were thin and slender.
Shi Hai stared at her in the back seat, "It's okay! Take off your coat quickly..."
Shi Ci glanced at Tang Zuo in the rearview mirror, silently turned up the car heater, and then handed a box of disposable cotton wipes to Shi Hai.
Shi Hai grabbed it and handed it to Tang Zuo, "Wipe it off."
He watched her take off her black cardigan, and the front of the white T-shirt underneath was soaked. Shi Hai looked down at himself. He had only worn a sweater to save trouble, and it was not easy to take it off and put it on himself.
Then his sister tapped him on the knee and took off the shawl she was wearing and gave it to her.
Shi Hai didn't realize that he was just like an intermediary delivering something. He took it and handed it to her, "Put this on to warm yourself up!"
Tang Zhuo looked up and saw a very soft cashmere shawl in a very feminine color, bean paste purple.
It also looks very expensive.
She hesitated a little.
"It's okay, you know my sister!" Shi Hai said.
Tang Zhuo glanced at Shi Ci through the rearview mirror. She was concentrating on the road conditions in the heavy rain. She was wearing an oatmeal-colored sweater dress and her long hair was pinned to one side, revealing beautiful geometric red agate earrings.
Beauty is very beautiful.
But is it okay to go to the graves dressed like this
Tang Zhuo was reluctant to accept the shawl and shook his head, "Thank you, but no thanks."
Seeing that her face was still pale and she looked very distant, Shi Hai could only take back her shawl.
Shi Ci glanced at Tang Zuo in the rearview mirror, tilted his head slightly, and signaled to Shi Hai.
Shi Hai reacted, looked for a disposable paper cup, and poured a cup from the thermos, "Then drink something hot... This is..."
Shi Hai didn't know what was in it, but he smelled a slightly spicy and sweet taste. As a straight man, he didn't quite understand it, "Hot tea?"
"Ginger and sugar water." Shi Ci said.
Tang Zuo took it, lowered his head and took a sip. It was hot, sweet, spicy and very warm. His cold fingertips suddenly felt warm.
She held the paper cup and felt the warmth silently.
Shi Hai was very happy to see her drink it, so he peered into the bottle, poured himself into the cup and took a sip. He almost vomited, "Oh my god! It's so sweet?! What is this? Red dates, wolfberries... Wow! Sister, are you suddenly in good health? Do you admit that you're old? Hahahaha!"
He had no idea that girls needed to drink this at a certain time of the month.
Maybe it doesn't have a big effect on the physiology, but it will at least provide some comfort to the psychology.
Shi Ci turned his head and glanced at him.
Tang Zuo looked up at him.
Shi Hai: “????”
Shi Hai: "Ah? What's wrong?"
Shi Ci: "I forgive you for being a solo person since birth!"
Shi Hai exclaimed, "Others are making personal attacks! I am not, and it's because..." He glanced at Tang Zuo, but Tang Zuo had already turned away.
She sat upright, placed her wet cardigan on top of her backpack, and kept her legs and shoes together, trying her best not to expand the dirt on the mat beneath her feet.
She was much better than when she first got on the bus. At least her upper body language was relaxed, because she was drinking ginger sugar water, taking small sips. She had a kind of defenseless innocence.
He was quite well behaved at this time.
Shi Ci's eyes curved imperceptibly.
Tang Zuo, who was sitting in the back seat, looked up as if she sensed something, and their eyes met in the small mirror.
Shi Ci blinked his eyelashes and smiled.
Tang Zhao paused and turned away.
Shi Hai was trying to find a topic to talk about. "Did you go home during the three-day Qingming holiday? Where is your home?"
"It's a remote village in xx County. You may not have heard of it."
"Is it far?"
“The bus ride takes three and a half hours.”
"Oh, by the way, I heard that burial is still allowed in some places now. Is it the same in your place?" Shi Hai felt that there was room for further discussion on this topic, so he asked with interest.
Tang Zhao stared at the caramel-colored liquid in the paper cup. There was not much left, and it was not as warm as before. She drank it slowly, and then said, "No... It was all cremated."
“And then put it in the cemetery?”
"No..." Tang Zhuo's black pupils seemed to be moist, "First cremate and then bury, bury in the mountains of the village."
Her father was an orphan and her mother was a married woman. They had no place to bury their ashes. The head of the family and the elders said they would not agree at first. It was her uncle who took her to beg them again and again. Her legs were almost broken from walking, she didn’t even have time to eat, and she saw all kinds of faces. Finally, they were able to complete the funeral according to the village customs.
If possible, she wanted to keep them with her, as if her parents were always by her side and never left her.
"Oh." Shi Hai suddenly thought of another question, "Hey, why do I remember that you are from xx No. 1 Middle School? Don't you live in the county town?"
Hearing the words "xx No. 1 Middle School", Shi Ci, who was driving in front, had a flash in his eyes.
Tang Zuo raised his eyes and stared at him again.
Shi Hai scratched his head, embarrassedly.
He inadvertently revealed that he had found out a lot of information about her, but that was all he knew, and he really didn't know the rest.
The carriage fell silent.
Shi Ci did not let the silence spread and said, "There's still some in the bottle."
Shi Hai was quick to react and stopped pursuing the topic. "I'll pour you some more."
Tang Zuo raised her eyelashes and silently glanced at Shi Ci in the rearview mirror.
The rain has eased a bit.
Tang Zhuo said, "Teacher Shi, just drop me off at a nearby bus stop or subway entrance."
Shi Hai said, "It's raining so hard now, don't be polite, we're going back to school, it's on the way."
He turned to Shi Ci, "Sister, right?"
Shi Ci smiled and said, "Yes, on the way."
"Don't worry, I'm a good driver." Shi Ci curled his lips slightly and looked back.
Tang Zuo was silent for a moment, unable to think of a reason to refuse, so he could only thank him again.
Shi Hai was very happy. He found many topics to talk to Tang Zuo again. Tang Zuo's answers were either brief, just one or two words, or he didn't answer at all and shook his head.
Shi Hai didn't care and almost wagged his tail.
What an awkward live chat.
Shi Ci sighed secretly.
Shi Hai talked about everything he could talk about, and finally ran out of things to say, so he went to order the music in front.
The next second, the two most familiar voices to the Chinese people rang out one after another, "It's hard to be a human being, it's hard to be a woman, and it's even harder to be a famous woman..."
"It's even harder to be an old woman..."
Shi Hai frowned, "Sister, what kind of taste do you have? Why do you install this in your car?"
Shi Ci also felt a little bit of a toothache, "I don't drive this car very often, it's always driven by Ms. Ding."
"I can even recite this skit! She listens to it while she's cooking and in the car? How come she doesn't get tired of it!"
"It's the old man's fault. What can you do?"
"I'm really impressed by them! Change it!" Shi Hai turned to Tang Zuo while operating and said, "My parents love to watch crosstalk and skits. No, it's mainly my mom. My dad just cooperates with my mom."
Shi Hai changed to a cheerful English song.
Tang Zhao stared out the window. She didn't go to listen to the music at all. In fact, her father also liked listening to crosstalk.
He was abducted by human traffickers when he was young and sold to a family in the south. Later, the family didn't want him anymore and he grew up in an orphanage. Fortunately, with the help of kind people, he got decent grades and studied at a normal college. He was assigned to teach at his mother's school and became her colleague. They fell in love and got married. They loved each other for several years before they had her.
My father had a rough childhood, but he was optimistic and cheerful. He probably experienced a lot of bad things, so he always liked things that could make people laugh. He was also very interested in languages. Not only did he learn English well and became a teacher, he also taught himself several dialects from the north and south.
He smiled and said to Tang Zuo: "Maybe one of them is the language spoken in Dad's hometown."
So he loved watching crosstalk and sketches, and his mother also liked them.
They particularly like the works of Song Dandan and Zhao Benshan.
And I love to perform in front of her.
"I am Baiyun."
"I am Kurotsuchi."
"I'm 73."
"I'm 75"
“This is my husband.”
"This is my mother..."
And would encourage her to join in.
"Jiujiu, what are you standing there for? Come and play Xiao Cui!"
"Come on, don't be shy, you say his lines."
At that time, Tang Zuocai was unwilling to cooperate with them in their craziness, thinking it was simply stupid. They didn't care either, they were happy, one corrected homework, the other did housework, their mouths were busy, talking about whatever they thought of, the room was full of laughter, and the eyes of the parents looking at each other were full of young and bright love.
Thinking about it now seems like a distant dream.
And she didn't know how happy she was at the time.
Shi Hai originally wanted to talk to her and ask her whether she liked English songs, what kind of English songs she liked, which singer she liked, and which song she liked.
This is a good topic.
Once you open your mouth, there are countless things to say next.
But when he turned around and saw Tang Zuo quietly looking out the car window, he suddenly became speechless.
The profile is really beautiful.
The nose is delicate, straight, high and small, like a fine sculpture.
Her lips are naturally pouty, which makes her look innocent and cute. So even if she doesn't smile or talk in a warm tone, she doesn't make people feel disgusted.
At this moment, she stared out the window without blinking her eyelashes, in a trance.
His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was trapped in a kind of sadness that he could not extricate himself from.
sad
Yes, that's the feeling.
Shi Hai analyzed the girl with the same spirit as he used to capture words when writing.
But... why
“Hey…” He couldn’t stand this atmosphere a bit. Just as he was about to speak, Shi Ci’s slender fingers reached out and tapped his knee.
Shi Hai paused and said nothing more.
There was only the sound of soft music in the carriage, and we soon arrived at University in the rain all the way.
"Sister, drive that way." Shi Hai pointed in the direction with familiarity.
The car stopped at the dormitory building. When Tang Zuo was carrying her backpack, Shi Hai had already gotten out of the car and opened the door for her.
When Tang Zhuo came out, he said to Shi Hai, "Thank you."
"It's nothing. Don't be polite. Go back and take a hot bath. Don't catch a cold." Shi Hai smiled brightly.
This performance is quite decent.
Shi Ci tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, but didn't rush Shi Hai. The little girl was a full head shorter than Shi Hai, just reaching his shoulders. The two of them standing together did look like a perfect match.
Just as I was thinking about it, the little girl suddenly looked in this direction.
Then his eyes fixed on her, his eyelashes moved, and his small lips seemed to move as well.
Do you want to say thank you to her
Shi Ci understood it easily. She curled her eyes and waved at her.
"What an unexpected gain today!" Shi Hai sat back in the car and said with a smile, "Sister, do you think I have gained a good impression in her heart?"
Shi Ci started the car and asked, "What do you think?"
"I think so! It's a pity that I didn't see her blushing at me." Shi Hai said sourly, "Mr. Lao She once said that a woman's blush is better than a long speech."
How can this be called Golden Boy
"Fortunately you are not ugly." Shi Ci said.
So stupid.
Even dumber than that stupid idiot Budd at home.