They were about to set off tomorrow. Li Shiyi and others took a closer look at the route. They took the train from Peiping to Zhengzhou, then traveled westward from Zhengzhou to Shanzhou. From Shanzhou, they took a boat to Tongguan to land, and then they were sent to Xi'an by car. Li Shiyi made some calculations, and it took six or seven days on the way.
The youngest Tu was in trouble with the sound of the bangzi falling at night. He just boasted that he would go with her through trials and hardships, but he was a little worried when he thought about the mother-in-law at home.
Ayin said: "It's a long way to go, are you going?"
The manly man said everything, and the youngest Tu gritted his teeth: "Go."
Li Shiyi glanced at him and said to him, "I have accepted the house that A Chun donated. The location is good, the layout is clear, and the furniture and ornaments are also readily available. If it's getting colder today, and there is air leaking in your yard, Let your daughter-in-law move in, and I'll ask a few more ladies to take care of it, so nothing can go wrong."
Mr. Tu pursed his lips a few times, and when he wanted to say more, Li Shiyi looked down at the map: "The house is big, the east and west courtyards are empty, and the west side is reserved for Ayin."
A Yin giggled, although she might not have lived for a few days, it was hard for her to think about it.
"It's good or not, but," said Mr. Tu worryingly, "that house is a thank you gift for success. If it doesn't work, how can it be good?"
A Yinliu brows upside down: "Auntie goes out, can it be done?"
However, Li Shiyi said, "If it doesn't work, let it go. Now the situation is not good, and the house is not worth the money."
Although she has some savings, she is also an unexpected wealth. She has never been very particular about clothing, food, housing and transportation, and she is comfortable in one person and one hospital, but now it is different. She looked at Song Jiujiu who was solving Jiulianhuan. She was getting bigger and bigger, and she couldn't squeeze a bed with her all the time. This little room seemed not enough. Besides, the surrounding neighbors were all familiar faces. Son, Song Nineteen looked the same every day. It's only been a few days, and I haven't had a few face-to-face meetings, but it's been a long time, and it's inevitable that people will be suspicious, so it's better to move it.
She thought about it a lot, but didn't say it, and there was no need to reveal it.
But he saw Song Nineteen glanced over, met her gaze, sat down at the table, and asked her, "East courtyard's Tu Laoyao, West courtyard's Ayin, what about me?"
What about Song Nineteen, who you hugged since you were a child
Li Shiyi paused and took a sip of tea: "It's okay to live with Ayin, and it's okay to live with me."
Song Nineteen pursed his lips and smiled sweetly: "I live with you."
Li Shiyi squinted at her, and raised the corner of his mouth lightly: "It's not picked up, and it's not something that people think of."
"I said something like this?" Song Nineteen was taken aback.
Ayin Silk covered her mouth and snickered, the face of the little girl in April, like a monkey play, became overwhelming.
After Li Shiyi and Mr. Tu had finished explaining, Mr. Tu was energetic and ready to go home to clean up, and then listened to Li Shiyi: "If you have red eggs at home, prepare a few."
"What do you want that red egg for?" Mr. Tu wondered.
Li Shiyi lowered her eyelashes and thought for a while: "She will be an adult in a few days. I'm afraid she will be on the road, and there will be nothing good." She didn't know what to give her. Red eggs as a gift.
A Yin was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Song Nineteen, her usual three-pointed smile still hung on the corner of her mouth.
Song Nineteen was also stunned, then leaned over softly, hugged Li Shiyi's arm, leaned his head on her shoulder, and whispered, "You treat me very well."
She didn't know what it was like to feel sour and sour in her heart. In short, it was comfortable and uncomfortable, warm and painful. She thought about it and said, "When I grow up, I will marry you."
Ayin let out a laugh, and the youngest Tu twitched her throat happily, two girls, what nonsense are you talking about
Li Shiyi closed his jaw and pulled his arm out of her embrace, without glancing at her: "It's not necessary."
Song Nineteen puffed out her cheeks and complained to her, sitting beside her, sulking.
A Yin clapped both hands and bent over with laughter: "Today, this play can be considered to be watching, and it is more interesting than the song in that corner. Sister, I will be back now. I will see you at the West Station in the morning tomorrow. ."
There were a lot more people at the West Railway Station today than the previous two days. Mr. Tu had some experience this time, and squeezed into the train with large and small bags. The bed, the marble table top, the western-style solid wood decoration, and the dark green small foreign lamp. When the beaded rope is pulled, the lamp will turn on, and if you pull it again, it will turn off again. Mr. Tu tilted his head and looked at it for a while. He had only seen the electric light once, and it was in Li Shiyi's warehouse. This time, he studied it for a while and asked Ayin, "How do you store kerosene here? Woolen cloth?"
When the train started, Mr. Tu packed his luggage, wandered around again, and came back and said happily: "You can't imagine that this place is full of strange things, like a foreign goods mall. There is a living room on the left, and a tavern on the right. There is black soup that A Yin loves to eat."
Ayin knew that it was a fashionable western-style bar, and she didn't care about him, she just smiled and fanned with silk.
Strangely, within half a day, everyone fell asleep in the regular rhythm of the train. The night was like splashing ink, and the stars like fireflies flickered and glittered outside the window. They were reflected on the transparent glass, and one star turned into two.
A-Chun didn't like to talk, just sat silently, and couldn't sleep at night. Listening to Mr. Tu's faint snoring, he walked to the reception room alone, leaning against the window and looking at the crescent moon outside.
Li Shiyi put on her clothes and pushed the door in. She saw that her profile was hazy and illusory in the dark moonlight. The tail of her hair flew up shallowly, which was both charming and magnificent.
A Chun turned her face away, still with her pale lips, and called her, "Mr.
"Call me Eleven." Li Shiyi said.
"Eleven." A Chun's voice was as soft as a thin frost descending, "It's a little cooler after the rain, I had a dream eleven years ago."
"This feeling has become a memory, and it's scattered." Li Shiyi said silently.
"Since I saw you, I knew that you could help me." A Chun raised his hand to support Yi, "You say, the moon now is the same as the moon before? If I look at the moon, I can see An old friend?"
Li Shiyi smiled and shook his head without answering.
"But, I don't even know who I am, so where did the old friend come from?" A Chun's voice seemed to come from outside the car, much slower than others, with the mellowness of Yelu.
Li Shiyi thought for a while: "You let me go, what exactly are you looking for?"
"Bone." A Chun said, turning his eyes to look at her, "My skeleton."
Li Shiyi moved his lips and listened to A Chun again: "I've been lying there for many years, without a coffin or a monument. I don't know who I am, I want to know who I am."
The iron door opened and closed again. Li Shiyi turned his face and saw that Ayin was wearing a champagne silk nightgown. side.
"Ayin." Li Shiyi nodded.
A Yin squinted and smiled, sultry and charming, walked over and said softly: "Fengyue, beautiful woman, it is very interesting."
Li Shiyi was used to her nonsense and didn't answer. After hearing A Chun and A Yin nod and greeted him, he fell into a hazy silence again.
A Yin took another puff of cigarette, and the ash dusted into the tea jar. Li Shiyi opened his lips and said, "Since you are here, why don't you take a look for Miss A Chun."
"I won't come, and you won't call me." A Yin laughed.
A Chun turned her face and looked at Li Shi halfway, then she stretched out her right hand towards A Yin. The blue veins were clearly visible on her fair wrist. She lowered her chin and looked at A Yin with her beautiful eyes: "You Lao Lady."
A Yin put out the cigarette, raised his hand in her palm, released it very quickly, and said with a smile, "I'm feeling the bones, not the pulse."
A Chun was stunned, pursed his lips and smiled lightly.
The train tirelessly swallowed the white fog, like a tireless giant beast, just running against the wind, not asking for the end, and nowhere to go. Night is its roaring horn, amplifying the sound of Ulla Ulla and placing it in the human cochlea.
The thin sweat on Ayin's head broke out again, and there was a faint scent of incense. She let go of Achun, who was even whiter, sniffled and sat back on the chair, closed her eyes and calmed down. With his left hand, he unconsciously picked up the half-sucked cigarette, and slammed the pestle again.
"What are her unfinished words?" Li Shiyi asked her.
A Yin's eyes were small, tired and dazed.
"She said—just a little, just a little."
The author says:
"Picking Sangzi, Xie Family Yard Remnant": This feeling has become a memory of its own, and it is scattered. The rain is slightly cool, and it was a dream eleven years ago.