Only halfway through the road, but suddenly the rain poured down, like a splash, blocking the two of them halfway. Li Shiyi and Song Shijiu hid under a lush old elm tree, their clothes were almost wet, and they were wrapped in cold water.
Song Nineteen looked at the stream of water that was gurgling on the ground, and looked up at the sky: "It was still sunny just now, which is really strange."
When her head was hot, she retracted her neck and saw Li Shiyi put his hat on her head expressionlessly.
Song Nineteen raised his hand to hold the hat, and touched and touched like a watermelon in his palm.
The two of them were facing difficulties, but they heard a long and short whistle not far away, as if they were looking for some young animal. A woman in her late 40s, with one eyelid and shoulders, and no bright spots on her face, except for her nose, which was well-born, straight and straight, and the tip of her nose was slightly raised, and it was soaked with a little rain.
When the visitor saw Li Song and the two of them, he was stunned for a moment, then he let go of his hand holding the skirt, stretched out his five fingers to smooth the folds, and took advantage of the effort to examine the two of them carefully, and then he smiled: " The two girls, were the rain stopped halfway?"
Li Shiyi didn't answer, Song Shijiu nodded.
The woman's voice was very familiar and enthusiastic, and her smile was just right. Seeing Song Nineteen's response, she stepped forward, made a gesture of looking at the sky, and tilted her umbrella slightly towards Song Nineteen: "It's raining too much. If I go under this tree again, I'm afraid I'll get drenched. My house is not far away, and it's a mile to the east. It's not like me going to shelter from the rain and twisting my clothes."
In the rain curtain, her words were intermittent, but the uninterrupted words were thoughtful. Song Nineteen blinked twice and looked up at Li Shiyi. Li Shiyi's eyelashes were also soaked with water, just like that. Looking at her, as if judging that she couldn't help but survive the wind and rain.
Song Nineteen sneezed at the right time.
Li Shiyi retracted his gaze, patted Song Shijiu on the shoulder to signal her to hide under the umbrella, and smiled at the woman: "Thank you."
The umbrella was not big enough to accommodate two people. Li Shiyi followed him, lowered his head slightly, and exposed most of his body to the rain. Song Nineteen wanted to pull her in, and wanted to take off his hat and give it to her. , but she gently pressed the back of her head, silently and gently stopping her movement.
Song Nineteen peeked at her, she always hooked her neck habitually, and the rain dripped down her chin, she wiped it carelessly, her eyes narrowed a little sourly, and her nose twitched lightly.
For some unknown reason, Song Nineteen's heart, which had always been like a sunflower, suddenly seemed to have been pricked by a needle. It was the kind of needle that had been soaked in vinegar for three days and three nights. It was sore and painful, making her speechless.
I don't know how many times Li Shiyi walked in the rain so carelessly, splashed mud on the legs of his trousers, and stepped on his cloth shoes in the water, and he didn't know what kind of hardships he went through to keep her calm. His face, but he has a sincerity that is more meticulous than anyone else.
Thinking like this, she felt very sad. She secretly stretched out her hand and hooked Li Shiyi's little finger. Li Shiyi shrank instinctively, but Song Shijiu tightened her grip and clenched her cold finger. No matter what. refuse to let go.
She felt the stiff and tense movements gradually relax in her palms, hanging down lifelessly, as if helpless and connivance at the same time.
Less than a mile away, she saw the woman's farmyard. The yard was not flat, and half of the rainwater had accumulated at the base of the wall. The woman handed the umbrella to Song Nineteen, and hurriedly went to collect several squares in the accumulated water. The low stool was fished out, and a dustpan was taken out from the water. He trotted to rest it under the eaves, and then took out the key to open the door, and invited Li Shiyi and Song Shijiu in.
The house was small and clean, with some agricultural items piled up, and a half-woven loom. The woman tidied it up a few times, made room for the two of them to sit down, and went into the inner room to look for it. I bought a clean silk handkerchief for them to wipe off, and I kept burning a pot of hot water before I went into the house, changed my clothes, and came out clean.
"Just twist the water on the ground." She wiped her loose hair and said with a smile.
Li Shiyi still asked for a wooden bucket, and let Song Nineteen stand aside, stretched out his hand and twisted the hem for her, and then motioned her to take it and wring the clothes out. Song Nineteen twisted and asked the woman, "What is the name of A-sister-in-law?"
The woman ordered a charcoal bowl, which was hot and roasted nearby. She also sat across from her, put her hands on it, and smiled, "Call me Yan Niang."
"Niang Yan." Song Nineteen smiled pretty, with wet hair and wet eyes, looking tight.
When Yan Niang saw her like this, she naturally liked it, and went into the kitchen to scoop out the hot water. The cup was not enough, so she filled it with a thick porcelain bowl and handed it to her to drink.
Song Nineteen took it over, and the warmth arose, causing her to shrink her neck and shiver.
Yan Niang handed another bowl to Li Shiyi, but she only looked at Song Shijiu and asked her, "How old is the girl?"
how old are you? Song Nineteen couldn't say it well himself, just thinking about it, he heard Li Shiyi say, "Nineteen."
It's so beautiful to talk nonsense, Song Nineteen looked at her with his chin up.
Yan Niang smiled and nodded, and asked her again, "What's your last name?"
"Nineteen." Li Shiyi said again.
Song Jiuzhang's mouth hadn't been closed yet, when she saw Yan Niang for a moment, she was still smiling, and continued to ask, "Are you ready to marry?"
Li Shiyi raised his eyes, and there was a slight frown between his brows.
Yan Niang was startled by her eyes, and after a while she apologetically withdrew her body and said, "It was me who offended you, don't be upset, Miss Nineteen."
"Because I used to be a mediator, when I see a girl of the right age, I usually ask a few questions." She was a little embarrassed, but didn't put the embarrassment on her face. Only then did Li Shiyi understand the closeness on her face. Where did you come, after all, you are eating with your tongue, and your words are always beautiful.
The rain outside was getting more and more violent, and even the trees that were half a person's thickness were bent over, and the bananas were knocked to the ground. Yan Niang glanced out the window, as if she was a little worried, and thinking that there were guests in the room, she sighed, and simply bought a wooden tub from the kitchen, and brought it to the table while picking vegetables, while Talk to Li Shi, Song Shi Jiu and 2 people.
Song Nineteen had only seen a matchmaker in a book before, and always thought it was a red face with a red face on her forehead and a three-inch tongue with a fan. , especially the appearance of sitting and choosing vegetables, actually gave birth to some tranquility.
So she held her chin and asked her: "You only have one cup in this room, and the bowl is not a complete set. Usually, there is only one person?"
Yan Niang said: "No."
"Aren't you afraid of being alone?" Song Nineteen asked again.
"What are you afraid of?" Yan Niang smiled brightly, "I have seen many people of all kinds in the past, but now I am in this mountain, and I am clean."
Song Nineteen nodded in agreement, but listened to Li Eleven cleared his throat and said, "Are you alone here, are you unmarried?"
Yan Niang's seven orifices are exquisite, she understands what she means without having to say everything, and smiles: "How can a girl who has not left the cabinet protect the media? I originally promised others, but my husband died before I got through the door. A widow's name."
She stroked the selected dishes, placed them neatly one by one, and said: "It stands to reason that my widow is suffering from bad luck, and ordinary people don't dare to entrust me with it. The marriage of Miss Zhao from Beimixing has gradually gained some fame."
Li Shiyi's doubts were all cleared up in one sentence, but it didn't show much, and he was still talking like a homely talk, talking nonsense.
Song Nineteen was blushing and curious about this marriage, matchmaking, and seeing the gray sky, he couldn't walk left or right, so he simply became a female student, and asked about the appointment, the ceremony, the marriage, and the acceptance one by one. , inquiries about names, appointments, appointments and other auspicious marriage matters, Yan Niang saw that she was cute and clever, and she had not spoken to anyone for a long time, so she answered patiently and in detail.
The white water gradually dissipated the heat in the bowl, and there was floating dust leaning on it. Li Shiyi put the bowl down and heard Song Shijiu ask, "You have done so many matchmakers, and everything has been accomplished? Are there any?"
"Why not?" Yan Niang brought in the vegetable bowl, grabbed a handful of dried red dates, and put the silk on the table, inviting Song Nineteen to eat.
Song Nineteen picked one, blew the dust on his head, sipped half of it, and asked her, "Why?"
She was a little afraid that she would not be able to marry Li Shiyi as she wished, so she had to avoid all the taboos of ordinary people.
"There are various reasons." Yan Niang couldn't stay idle, she twirled her embroidery needle again and rubbed it on her hair, her eyes mired in memories.
"There is only one, which is very rare."