On the second day, even my mother did not wait for A Chun.
Li Shiyi soaked a pot of Taiping Houkui that he bought yesterday, packed his things and set out on his way home. A Yin arranged the box early and sat down at the table to turn on the stove.
"This winter is getting longer and longer." A Yin yawned.
Li Shiyi handed her a cup of tea and listened to Lian Ma picking vegetables in the yard outside.
A Yin glanced at her: "What day is next month, have you thought about it?"
Li Shiyi sat aside: "What?"
A Yin roasted his hands on the stove: "Next month is the anniversary of my master's death. Since he entered the earth, he has not been to see his old man for many years. This time, he finally loosened his lazy bones. If you are free, accompany him. I'll go back."
Seeing that Li Shiyi was thinking about it, she added, "Your master is also buried there. If you go to see it together, you will be full of filial piety."
A Yin's voice was a little hoarse: "In this cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, I don't know if the bones are frozen underground."
Li Shiyi just nodded, but before he could speak, he heard a knock on the door, and Mr. Tu stepped into the door, shaking his frozen hands: "I just went to see the Shijiu, guess what? I slept the same…”
He was stunned in place, and he didn't let out a half-sigh of breath. His breath was like a gossamer, and he held a big head like a frozen melon. He asked, "Who are you?"
He looked at Li Shiyi, who was not in disguise yet. His tall and slender body was wrapped in a clean white tunic, with a thick jacket draped over his shoulders. His half-length hair just passed his chin. And Qingli, resting on her fair and smooth skin, seems to have been carved out of ice.
Li Shiyi turned his face sideways, and glanced at him with drooping eyelids.
This look is very familiar. Youngest Tu sucked in a breath of cold air, and his calf trembled for no reason.
"It's over, it's over," A Yin rolled his eyes, as if taking on a burden that he couldn't get rid of: "This time, it's really my own."
Li Shiyi turned his burning right hand over: "First of all, remember to knock on the door next time."
The youngest Tu blinked his soybean eyes twice, his head froze, and his right leg retreated as if he was ordered to retreat. A Yindao came in and shook his head and smiled with Li Shiyi: "This is a living treasure."
The youngest Tu came back into the room, and stood on tiptoe as carefully as the first train ride.
He didn't dare to look at Li Shiyi, so he secretly glanced at half of it. He looked like a movie star, so good-looking that he felt a little bald in his heart. This aunt has so many things to hide, I don't know what it is. Road Buddha.
Li Shiyi saw that he was only clearing his throat and didn't speak, so he asked him, "I just went to the Nineteenth Room, did you knock on the door?"
"Knock, knock." Mr. Tu replied hurriedly, and only thought carefully after he finished speaking. He couldn't remember whether he knocked or not.
Li Shiyi raised his wrist to brew a cup of tea, put his hand on the table in front of him, and knocked the bottom of the cup secretly, as if he had summoned Mr. Tu back to his soul: "You are talented, what do you want to say?"
"I want to say..." The youngest Tu bared his teeth with a "hiss", not knowing where he went, so he looked for another topic and said, "I just heard you two murmuring, it seems that you are not going back to Peiping?"
Li Shiyi nodded: "Let's go to Shandong and see Master."
The youngest Tu said, "Oh", seeing her as before, she felt a lot more relaxed, she thought about it for a while, and said, "Since it's about the division, I won't go with you, it's just the world, how many of you are big. The girl always makes people feel uneasy - Aunt Yin, don't be annoyed. Eleventh sister, I will go with you to Jiaodong Road, and then go back to Sijiucheng by myself to find my mother-in-law, will it work?"
"Jiaodong Road? Shandong?" Jiao Qing's voice rang out, and like the cold air leaking from the crack of the door, it captured the heat of the silver charcoal in the house. Song Nineteen was wearing a lotus-colored jacket with a rabbit fur collar. With a full moon-like face, she stood at the door and smiled.
The youngest Tu said, "Hey," followed her into the house with both eyes, and sat down in a familiar way. He kept muttering in his heart: Song Nineteen didn't knock on the door, and Li Eleven didn't say anything.
A woman's heart, a needle under the sea. Youngest Tu took a sip of tea, frowned and came to a conclusion. Suddenly remembering something important, he pointed at Li Shiyi and asked Song Shijiu, "Look who this is, do you recognize him?"
Song Nineteen held his face softly, his big eyes flickering, and he carefully confirmed, "Young Master Tu, have you lost your memory?"
Youngest Tu was startled, swept his fingers around, and said in fear, "She looks like this, you know? You all know?"
Song Nineteen was stunned, only then did he realize that Li Shiyi had a face, so he tilted his head and admired his eyes with satisfaction, remembering the "look" that the youngest Tu didn't know much about, and it was a little strange. Happy.
"I don't know?" Tu Lao Yao felt a little bit of grievance. After a while of silence, he said to Li Shiyi, "Since you were born beautiful, what are you doing by pretending to be ugly? I'm afraid you're not... taking your life?"
He was apprehensive, and the corner of the light fell on Li Shiyi's hand, but that hand was placed on the edge of the table, and he unconsciously circled, very much like Jiang Yang's robbery and his life.
As soon as the fragrant wind flew, Ayin took out the silk thread in front of his eyes, which stopped his wild thoughts, but listened to Li Shiyi: "Walking around the rivers and lakes, it's just a convenience."
A Yin fiddled with the wavy rolls and smiled: "When she was a teenager, she went to an old tomb. She was not very skilled in her craftsmanship. Eat. I just arrived in Peiping two years ago, and was invited by Mr. Jun to open the coffin. When he came out of the tomb, Bingweizi actually surrounded him, saying that Mr. Jun had taken a fancy to her and asked her to be a concubine. Let's Eleventh sister looks like this..."
She smiled and sighed, biting her lip with a sideways wink.
The youngest Tu understood and said, "That's right. You show yourself, and you are always begging for food in the crowd of men. Today's military masters are slightly flat-headed..." He hesitated, but he was not very courageous. "Ah" sounded.
A few people were quiet for a while, and then the youngest Tu said shyly: "It's different now. What I said when I went to the tomb with you for the first time, it's natural to count. You have my brother, Tu Sanping, and let's go again. When you have a house, you always have to have some style. In the future, you don’t have to use you to negotiate the business, just send me. I will also support your cigarette stand for you. You don’t have to come and go in the wind and rain. Being a business student, your younger siblings also like it."
"Look," said A Yin with a smile, "I'm eating street food, and my brain is so lively. These three and five divides two, and I thought of a way for Eleven, and I'm a smoke stand."
These words are sour and sweet, and I don't know whether to praise or belittle them. Youngest Tu just doesn't understand and doesn't get annoyed. He licked his face and leaned closer to Li Shi, hehe smiled and said, "According to me, it's better Buy a foreign car, and after you get out of the house, get in the car, and sit back there, no one will be able to find you."
Li Shiyi said: "It's better to invite two drivers, three stewards and twenty maids."
A Yin patted the table: "Call another team of guards."
Mr. Tu swallowed his saliva, looked at the half-smiling expressions of the two, and shrank his neck and sat back.
The author says:
Su Shi's "Begonia": "I was only afraid of falling asleep late at night, so I burned high candles and made red makeup."