"I'm going with Ayin. However," Li Shiyi glanced at Song Jiujin, "I'll leave in two days."
According to Song Nineteen's growth situation, he will be an adult in a few days, and his body shape will not change much by then, and he will not have to wear so many clothes, shoes and socks.
Song Nineteen gave her a panicked look and lowered his head sadly.
Li Shiyi looked at her for unknown reasons. She squeezed her fist and slammed the back of Li Shiyi's hand, without speaking.
After A Chun left, and after a few words with A Yin, Li Shiyi led Song Jiujiu home.
It was rare for Song Nineteen to not clamor to lead her, but silently pulled his shoes behind him, carefully pressing the toes of his shoes as he walked.
Li Shiyi turned to look at her, she stopped talking a few times, and whispered: "Are you trying to say, I'm old, you don't have to take me?"
Li Shiyi was extremely surprised, raised his brows for a while and didn't put them down, and then shook his head: "No."
Song Nineteen observed her expression for a while, and it was obvious that she didn't quite believe it. Li Shiyi raised his hand and took off the leaves that had been accidentally touched on her braid. on her chest.
"My mother didn't say that." Li Shiyi said.
Song Nineteen glanced at her, then glanced at her again, and then pursed his lips, handed over to grab her, and swayed back home.
In the early morning of the next two days, the chicken had just croaked a few times, and the old yellow dog next door barked the youngest Tu to Li Shiyi's door. Song Jiujin disappeared early in the morning, only Li Shiyi was left. She made the bed alone, and when she saw the youngest Tu, she said hello lazily. Mr. Tu didn't say much. He put his breakfast on the table, pulled the towel over his shoulders and dipped it in water, and washed Li Shiyi's house inside and out.
Li Shiyi washed his hands, sat down at the table, and asked him, "Which one is this?"
The youngest Tu said, "You gave my mother-in-law some wages, and we didn't make any money when we went out. I know that."
Li Shiyi took a few crispy pickled radishes and said, "If the painting is done, it will only be more or less."
The youngest Tu bent down and landed on the ground: "I can't say polite words. My mother-in-law took the money, and she was happy. There are many places for money in the house, so I won't let it go. It's just the same, in the future, your home I've covered your work. You can just take me with you when you go out to find work. You don't need to pay extra money. Although I don't have much ability, I'm better than your little girls when I cook. Say, you've got another job, haven't you?"
Sister-in-law Qing didn't quite know what she was doing, so after hearing a few words, it was a business.
Li Shiyi was about to answer when he heard Aunt Zhang's loud voice from outside: "Eleven, are you here?"
Li Shiyi responded, wiped his mouth with a towel, and went out to the yard to take a look. He saw Aunt Zhang squatting down with her jacket open and pulling off the heels of her shoes. Her normally neat bun was now in a mess, and her face was in a mess. Sweaty. At his feet is an old hen who is crippled, and Song Nineteen is on his left.
When Aunt Zhang saw Li Shiyi come out, she smiled and greeted a few words. After choking her breath, she pointed at the hen and said, "Your cousin climbed over the courtyard wall today and caught the chicken in my cage."
She deliberately replaced the word "steal" with "catch", but there was no sullen expression on her face.
Li Shiyi closed his eyes, tucked his unbelievable eyes into his eyes, then looked at Song Shijiu, tilted his head and raised his right eyebrow.
Song Nineteen blinked twice, with a natural look on his face, neither wind nor rain.
Aunt Zhang didn't have the heart to listen to the other family's case, she just kicked the hen with no living head, and said with a smile: "It usually lives a lot, and it always lays a few eggs a day. I don't know if I can go down in the future."
The words were neither far nor near, Li Shiyi understood, took out a few pieces of ocean and handed it to Aunt Zhang, and again said no, Aunt Zhang shied away, then accepted it, and put the chicken Staying in the yard, she said goodbye with her hair up.
Li Shiyi glanced at Song Nineteen, snorted lightly from the end of his nose, sounded like a smile but didn't say a word, turned his head and walked into the house.
Song Shijiu rushed up in two steps and walked around behind him: "Aren't you going to hit me?"
"What are you beating for?" Li Shiyi lowered his eyelids, "I'm your father?"
If so, it has to be a mother. Song Nineteen stopped and muttered while thinking about it. Seeing that she was not in a good mood, he chased after her: "You've only been reading some ancient books in Chang'an for the past two days, and you don't pay any attention to me..."
She stopped abruptly, cocked her chin and asked Li Shiyi suspiciously, "What is this? What are you doing?"
She stretched out her hand and carefully placed it next to Li Shiyi's mouth.
Li Shiyi's unreserved smile froze, his thin lips pursed, and he asked her, "What?"
"What was your expression just now?" Song Nineteen covered his lips with his four fingers, and his big eyes turned a strange circle.
Li Shiyi frowned: "You mean, laugh?"
Song Nineteen bit his lower lip: "You look like a smile?"
"What? You haven't seen it before?" Li Shiyi folded his arms. Although she was cold, she didn't never smile.
Song Nineteen considered his words for a while, and said, "You used to laugh, that's how it was." She pouted the corners of her mouth indifferently.
"You are just like this." She happily piled up the lying silkworms, smiling deeply, revealing her bright teeth.
Li Shiyi was stunned for a while, and then he widened the corners of his mouth in a funny way: "Then Mr. Tu is smiling every day, you haven't seen it before?"
Song Nineteen shook his head, bit his lip, and said seriously, "You don't look good like Tu Laoyao, but you look good like this."
After she finished speaking, she also imitated Li Shiyi's appearance and smiled, her almond eyes narrowed and the corners of her mouth raised high.
Li Shiyi only found it very interesting. He stretched out his index finger to hold the corner of her mouth and gently lifted it up.
"Chuck, cluck." Song Nineteen's smile froze on his lips, and she dared not let go of the ground and lowered her eyelashes to glance at Li Shiyi's fingers, and suddenly had a strange illusion. She suddenly felt that she had lived for many, many years, and she had been bored and utterly terrible.
She was still too young to accommodate this broad sense of emptiness. Fortunately, the feeling was only for a moment, and when Li Shiyi retracted his hand and stepped into the threshold, it suddenly disappeared.
Three days later, Ah Yin came to the door, wrapped in a mink fur cloak like a water snake, and stepped into the yard with stiletto heels. In the yard, a half-old girl shook her head and endorsed the book, dark red jacket, blue and black cotton trousers, knees Washed and white, it was still the red headband of his teens, with a big thick braid tied on the side.
The girl is fourteen or five years old. She has not put black ash on her face since she woke up early, and she has just washed her face. The shiny white skin has peach-like fluff, and her eyebrows are protruding. She is so jealous. .
A Yin sighed, touched the fine powder on her cheek, and greeted Song Nineteen unhappily.
Song Nineteen was puffed up, and responded indiscriminately, then frowned and carried the book on his back.
Youngest Tu was still sweeping the house, repairing the broom and listening to Li Shiyi talk about some basic knowledge. Seeing Ah Yin coming, he asked her if she had eaten.
Ayin said: "I didn't move much of the food in the restaurant. Is there any goat milk? Warm me up a bowl."
The youngest Tu said yes, got up and opened fire. After a while, a bowl of hot goat milk was served on the table, and Mr. Tu filled some more and called out Song Nineteen to come in for a drink.
Song Nineteen put down the book and walked in without washing his hands. With a clatter of his leg, he hooked the bench over, causing Li Shiyi to frown.
"What?" Mr. Tu opened his mouth and asked Li Shiyi in an angry voice.
Li Shiyi shook his head, not knowing why.
Seeing that Li Shijiu shook his head, Song Nineteen took a mouthful of goat milk. Tears fell down, his little nose twitched, as if he was so aggrieved that he didn't want to live. A Yin was so frightened that she quickly put down the bowl, went over to put her arms around her shoulder, and asked her, "What? Which bastard bullied you?"
Song Nineteen snorted and shook his head, then leaned on Ayin's shoulder and cried, Ayin patted her on the back and coaxed, and it took a while to hear her cry intermittently: "I want to eat sheep when I wake up in the morning. Milk, they didn't give it to me, and now that you are here, I have a cup anyway."
Li Shiyi said: "You eat two bowls of porridge, three steamed buns and a small fried bun in the morning."
Song Nineteen cried even more sadly: "Do you think I ate too much? I just picked it up. If my father doesn't love my mother, I'm always disgusted by others."
Where did this come from? Li Shiyi was stunned, and exchanged glances with Mr. Tu, Mr. Tu shrank his neck and returned to the bench to concentrate on repairing the broom. Occasionally, he glanced at the people at the dinner table with his eyes.
Seeing that Li Shiyi didn't respond, Song Nineteen became even more annoyed. He put the bowl aside, turned his head out of the room, and ran to the corner of the yard to wipe his tears and continue reading.
Li Shiyi rubbed his forehead with a headache, but saw Ayin biting his nails thoughtfully, and the silk brushed the shoulders soaked in Song Jiujin's tears, and said to Li Shiyi: "You remember, two years ago, We met a foreign priest from America, and we talked to us for a long time."
"It was said that there was a person named Huo or something, and she wrote a book. The symptoms in it were similar to hers. She also laughed and cried for a while, as if she called..."
"Adolescence." Li Shiyi said.
The author says:
"Huo or something, wrote a book." A reference to Stanley Hall's Adolescence (1904). After 1920, Yang Xianjiang introduced Hall's theory to China.