The arrival of Tu Sishun made life a mess. He was completely different from Song Nineteen Hours. He was a little troublemaker who followed his father. He slept happily during the day and at night, crying loudly enough to wear milk. Passing through two streets, the youngest Tu was miserable, so he thought of a way to stay up with him during the day with big eyes and small eyes, so that he could live in peace at night.
Tu Sishun made a fuss, and sister-in-law Tu couldn't take care of her. In addition, the youngest Tu swore three times a day that her head was swollen due to the heat. It's uncovered.
Song Nineteen put the longevity lock on Tu Sishun as he wished, but Ayin was not interested in raising dolls, but was very worried about Tu's sister-in-law's sagging lower abdomen like a loofah, her round belly was deflated, and she didn't shrink back for several days. There are blue and purple lines, but the chest swells up again, and the pain is so painful that Mrs. Tu can't lift her hands.
While Ayin collected plaster for removing freckles for sister-in-law Tu, she gritted her teeth and scolded the youngest Tu: "Bastard son, stinky man, let the girls suffer this crime!"
Youngest Tu was hugging Tu Sishun in the yard, sneezing with a fever in his ears.
When Tu Sishun was full moon, and he ate a little full moon wine, Li Shiyi confessed to the youngest Tu, saying that it was time to set off to find out the life experience of Nineteen, and asked him to take care of him at home for a long time. Have some money on hand. Youngest Tu asked her what she planned to do, but she said to drop by the way to Shanghai first.
The youngest Tu closed the door and discussed with sister-in-law Tu for a night. The next day, with walnut-like bags under his eyes, he still held Tu Sishun and sat down to discuss with the three girls: "Mother Chen is taking care of me in the house, so I will still be with you. Walk together."
Song Nineteen said: "How can this happen, the youngest little Tu is only a little old."
The youngest Tu skillfully patted the swaddling clothes: "For him, we have also delayed for a long time, and now that we have settled down in peace, there is nothing we can't let go of. We will all see the intentions of the aunts and my mother-in-law. In my eyes, when it's time to pay off, you can't babble."
Li Shiyi raised his eyes, saw him leisurely Tu Sishun, and said loudly, "The heavy rain still 'passes the house three times without entering'! Why can't I be a gale once again, Mr. Tu!"
After he finished speaking, he picked his eye sockets.
"Boy!" He looked at Tu Sishun and grinned.
Compared with Li's house, Arrow's house is so clean that it seems to be hidden in a painting. Ayin has been busy these days, and he hasn't come over for a long time. Aro threw a handful of millet in a bored way, looked at it for a while, changed his clothes and went out with an umbrella.
There is never a shortage of excitement on the streets, and the fine weather raised the noise to another level. Arrow walked among the pedestrians and hawkers with an oil-paper umbrella in the clear sky, but he did not attract many surprised eyes. This is good at the feet of the emperor. The dynasty subverts the current situation and turbulence, and there are many things that are kept secret. Everyone only cares about their own small days, and has no other thoughts to sweep the snow in front of others.
Arrow walked gracefully and leisurely, wandering aimlessly for a while, but the embroidered shoes stopped in the gap between the dust piles on the stone road.
The umbrella was raised slightly, and Wu Qian followed her gaze, and saw a graceful figure walking out of a tailor shop not far away. The cheongsam was hooked on the silver thread, and it also hooked on her enchanting body. A Yin folded his arms. Rubbing the silk, he smiled at the man who was carrying several pieces of cloth.
A few days ago, A Yin bumped into five coins and said that he was going south, and he was preparing for the expenses, and he would come back for a drink in a few days.
A Luo blinked slowly, and saw the man put his restless hand on A Yin's waist. A Yin slapped him with a backhand and glanced at him. When he was angry, his eyes rolled, and it was a romantic gesture of refusal and welcome.
Aro's hand holding the umbrella handle was slightly retracted, he smiled meaninglessly, and turned away with Wu Qian.
After noon, she made a pot of tea as usual, put it on the desk to practice calligraphy, Huimo passed the aroma of Junshan silver needles, and had a sense of the years of falling asleep.
There was a short greeting outside the door, and the footsteps went from far to near. Before the shadow was completely printed on the window lattice, the long-lost beauty pushed the door open with both hands.
A Yin sent a generous smile, and an inch of sunlight sneaked in. With a backhand push, the door was closed again, replying to Yi Shi Qinghui.
A Luo tucked his sleeves into the ink and said warmly, "Come on."
Not far, not near, neither salty nor bland.
A Yin Qianzi wiped off her sweat, walked to her, and looked at her writing, but it was only a sham action, she shrank back, and picked a cup to pour tea for herself.
A small water column came out. She looked at the cup in her hand, and the one on the right with Arrow, and asked, "Do you know I'm coming?"
A Luo raised his hand and raised his hand lightly, his words lighter than the tip of a pen: "You didn't say, you want to go south."
She spoke very euphemistically, but it was enough for Ayin to understand what she meant. It's a long way to go south, and after a few months, if the essence is gone, A Yin's body can't stand it, and he has to come to find her no matter what.
Ah Yin really laughed and replied, "Yes."
She was leaning against the desk, the aroma of the powder on her cheeks covered the tea leaves, and there was some lingering overlap.
Ah Luo didn't respond, he just finished writing a lengthy rhetoric in a hurry, then put down his pen, sat on the Taishi chair, looked up at Ayin, the sun leaked in from outside, hooking the curve of Ayin's shoulder , spread the shadow halfway between Arrow's lips and nose.
Even the shadow is incomplete, only half of it.
She leaned on the back of the chair and said softly, "Just now, I saw you." She paused and continued, "At the tailor's shop."
A Luo glanced at the delicate buttons on A Yin's cheongsam, and didn't say any more.
A Yin frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly covered her lips and smiled, raised her eyebrows and stared at her for three or two seconds.
The tea I had just drank seemed to go straight down from the throat to the temple of the Five Zang-organs, faintly revealing the comfort of ironing.
She propped up the edge of the table with her backhand, and strove with her index finger around the silk: "It's just that we had some friendship in the past, and I happened to meet him. He's very attentive, so I don't want to be too pushy."
People took advantage of her former Yanliuxiang's shortcomings, and had to make a show at the scene, otherwise it would be too hypocritical to wipe her neck and bite her tongue like a chaste martyr.
Aro was noncommittal, rubbing the pulp of his left ring finger with his right hand.
A Yin bit the corner of her mouth, smiled Yingying and turned her head to look at her. Looking straight at her, she raised her head. A Yin narrowed her eyes and said, "There is no one else."
"Otherwise, give it a try."
Lord Yama, even if it is an object, most of them have a competitive spirit that is unwilling to share with others. Even the former benefactor, when he was hypocritical, always wanted to hear her say that he was the one she put in her heart.
She understands.
But she didn't quite understand.
Aro stared at her, breathing as long as the ebb and flow. She raised her hand and threw the "Mencius" on the desk, and it fell to the ground with a "pop".
He raised his hand again and threw down a copy of Zuo Zhuan.
The pages of the book were discarded, and there was a rattling sound. Aro looked at the clean space on the table and said softly, "Get on the ground."
Ayin was startled.
The fragrance of books, the fragrance of ink, the fragrance of tea, and the fragrance of a daughter whose skin is as thick as fat, all passed through Arrow's hands. She opened the outer layer of the book to hide the content, and grinded the solidified ink to produce juice. The tea leaves scattered and the skeleton softened. If there was another groan of ecstasy, it would be a perfect summer full of sweat.
A Yin's fingers tugged at the silk thread of the seal on the table, closed her eyes and frowned, and heard A Luo ask her from behind.
"Is it enough?"
"enough."
"OK?"
"… it is good."
Arrow pulled out his fingers and replaced them with lips.
Everyone packed up, and the tickets were bought two days later. The youngest Tu hugged Tu Sishun and wiped away a handful of tears again, and gave a lot of rambles like an old mother, and then he took the box and got into the car with a heartless heart.
The train was stale, and with the sadness of abandoning his wife and children, he leaned his head against the glass, like a gourd with a sawed mouth. A Yin pushed the box that had been built up by the old one, and was patting the ashes in his hands. He casually glanced at the aisle, but was caught off guard.
A Luo and Wu Qian sat on the seats diagonally separated from each other, wearing a large foreign hat to block the sun, and quietly flipping through a book.
Ah Yin walked over, leaned on the seat, and asked her, "Are you going too?"
Arrow closed the book and smiled calmly: "Idle is also idle."
A Yin glanced at her, her eyes curled, not knowing whether she was happy or not.
If there is a lover in the idiom, the four characters of feasting and feasting must be the Shanghai beach at night. The sensual dogs and horses of Shiliyangchang put people's uneasiness aside for the time being, and condone a moment regardless of tomorrow's presumptuousness. The spacious streets, the high-rise buildings of Western style, the trams running along the lines, the rickshaws parked in an orderly manner, and the footsteps of the driver interlaced with the whistle of the car, is a very inclusive scenery.
The rhythm of Shanghai at night is ups and downs from the neon lights, and it is the best sign in the night market. As one of the three major dance halls standing on the beach, Xian Lesi has wide doors and high steps. The steps are covered with a soft red carpet. For fear of dirtying the soles of the dignitaries, the poster is three people tall, showing a sense of oppression.
Two bright cars were parked at the door. The doorman stepped forward and opened the door. He stepped out a pair of unstained leather boots. The person in the car leaned down, showing good manners in his actions, and the doorman was respectful. He bent down to lead the way, and greeted a group of people with extraordinary demeanor.
The girl in the lead was tall and slender, with a crisp, slim-fitting white shirt on her upper body. The buttons were hidden to the top, and there was no decoration at all, except that a few asymmetrical magnolia flowers were hooked with black lines on the stand-up collar that was turned up, and the hem was tied. Go into the black trousers and circle the waist that Yingying holds. His hands were in his trouser pockets, and his white wrists were revealed during his actions.
Her expression was cold and thin, her long hair was combed back, pinned behind her ears, and covered the small half of her angular jawline. Her beautiful forehead was attached to a high bridge of the nose, and the curve lay in a place that no strangers should approach. thin lips.
She walked up with her head lowered slightly, followed by two men in suits and leather shoes, and half a step back was another young lady who was as high as her eyebrows, wearing a Western-style striped waistcoat and trousers of the same color. The lady wears a white shirt with a loose knot at the neckline, and her eyebrows are soft but neat.
Further back was a pair of bright-eyed girls who came hand in hand, a champagne-colored cheongsam with half an embroidered shawl draped down, with ten weak and boneless fingers in the hollow gloves, the other with long curly hair tucked behind her ears, dark blue The long velvet dress is for everyone's beauty.
As soon as they entered, a manager greeted them. The ladies from Peiping spoke on the phone a few hours ago.
He bowed and saluted, and said in turn: "Miss Li, Miss Yan Er, Miss Fu Er, Miss Song Liu, wait for a long time, please come in."