The night passed, and when the sky was bright again, Song Nineteen jumped up again, just like the description of a two-year-old. Li Shiyi was careful this time, and put on a large cotton shirt that covered her hands and feet before she fell asleep. When she opened her eyes, it was just right. The sleeves were sealed on her wrists, which matched the line like the lotus root. Just right.
Li Shiyi was hitting the water and bending over to brush his teeth in front of the door, but he heard a creaking sound from the courtyard door. Tu Lao Yao was carrying the burden of Qingbu Baihuahua on his back, grinning and smiling. Li Shiyi raised his eyebrows and asked. , Youngest Tu was in high spirits: "Pack up, let's go!"
Li Shi got up all the time, wiped the water stains from his mouth on the back of his hand: "Are you going?"
The youngest Tu nodded: "I've been thinking about it for a night. I picked up the nineteen. I really have to watch it. If it's really a calamity, I'll put my arm around her ankle. No matter what, I have to let you run first. "
Seeing that Li Shiyi moved his lip line, the youngest Tu said in a hurry: "Besides, my boy is about to fall to the ground. After all, he is a father. With the money, I will let the baby become a cultural person in the future."
"My mother-in-law also said yes." He added, hehe smiled, still as sloppy as before.
"She agrees?" Li Shiyi leaned his head to the left and blinked with a cup in his hand, "Didn't you say that she is eight or nine months old." At the moment of giving birth, he actually asked the man to go out to find a job. abnormal.
Mr. Tu shrank his neck, drooped his eyelids and tilted his shoulders to look down at the ground. The door slammed. Li Shiyi turned his head and saw Xiao Shijiu holding the door, milky holding the steamed bun, and his eyelids were straightforward. Lifting it up, her deer-like eyes flickered at her, Li Shiyi raised his eyebrows, and read three words in her plain sight - he coaxes you.
Song Nineteen opened his mouth and took a bite of the steamed bun. It was the first time he learned to eat, but he was not used to it. She chewed hard, her white deciduous teeth as neat as shells, and she was instantly cute.
The youngest Tu cleared his throat, said "hi" and pushed himself out of the embarrassment, muttering: "These three or four months, the same seven or eight months, are not a few days away, aren't they?"
Li Shiyi's chest moved, and his eyes swept coldly over Tu Laoyao's body.
The youngest Tu hurriedly unpacked and digged out as if offering treasures: "I got up early in the morning and asked the left and right aunts for a few old girls' clothes. I don't know how many days we're going to go, so I'm going to be ten years old. Knowing if enough is enough."
"These few salted duck eggs," he grasped three or two in his plump hands, swayed in front of Li Shiyi, and put them in again, "Last time I saw that you were delicious, and I stuffed them in too."
Li Shiyi was speechless, turned around and palmed Song Shijiu's head, turned her in a gentle and crisp direction with a twist of his hand, patted her on the back and walked into the room.
It was still early, and after Li Shiyi finished packing, he checked the house carefully, and then slowly led one big and one small to the station.
It is said that it is a long trip, from Sijiucheng to Tianjin Wei, but it is only three hours. It was the first time Mr. Tu took the train, and he watched Li Shiyi buy a ticket with a fresh look. He covered his hands and looked left and right. His eyes fell on the ticket price, and he wanted to stare out: "Good guy!"
He carefully folded the ticket, put it in the pocket close to his heart, and buttoned it tightly. After thinking about it, he stretched out his left hand to cover it, and then he was relieved.
The Beijing-Fengshan Railway only opened to traffic two years ago, and all the people waiting for the train were decent people, their suits and leather shoes stood shining beside the tracks, with a small suitcase in one hand and a black top hat in one hand. To be more upright, Yu Guang swept his clothes that were out of place, and immediately became discouraged.
Li Shiyi was different. She was still wearing that unremarkable jacket, with a gray old year's melon rind cap. She looked down at the letter that A Yin had given her in one hand, and stretched out her hand and handed a finger to Song Nineteen to clasp.
Even the fingers holding the letter are stretched and comfortable, revealing a well-informed calmness.
The loud noise of "bang bang bang bang" from far to near, faintly revealed a strong smell of rust, the black and square train stared at the thick white fog and whistled, and Mr. Tu was nervous, but he couldn't hear it. A long and tender voice in the distance: "Eleven!"
The three turned their heads to look at the source of the voice, but it was the A Yin they had seen yesterday. She was wearing a dark red cheongsam with golden peonies, a well-cut blue-black fur-collar coat, small leather gloves, a brown leather case, and long curly hair that was shiny and shiny. Pretty as a water snake.
All eyes were focused on her. An unruly young man whistled, but she was not annoyed. She bent her eyes and blew a kiss back and walked to Li Shiyi's side with her hands in hand.
"Get in the car." She grabbed Li Shiyi's wrist, shoved the suitcase into Youngest Tu's hand, and stepped into the car with high heels.
The carriages are neat and clean. The leather seats side by side are covered with snow-white pillow covers. The glass that is polished enough to shine soaks in the sunlight. The warm fragrance is filled with fragrance. taste.
Just as he was seated, the train moved quickly. Mr. Tu was mentally prepared, but his heart beat a little faster, but there was no other reaction. He put his nose on the glass and looked at the scenery that flashed by the window. Like a Western painting, he felt dizzy after a while, he shook his head, and then he was free to ask Ah Yinlai, "Why are you here?"
"Eleven refuses to accept money. If I have to eat free food, I have to be embarrassed to eat it." A Yin twisted her curly hair.
"Aren't you feeling well? Are you alright?" Mr. Tu asked again.
"Great."
"What's the disease? It's cured so quickly?" Mr. Tu wondered.
A Yin put her head against the inner wall of the car, and shrugged indifferently: "The laziness is clean, and the stew is drunk."
Mr. Tu said her nonsense again, and ignored her. It happened that his stomach was a little bit painful, so he tiptoed slightly with his thighs between his legs, and walked in the swaying carriage in shock, looking for a place to go to the toilet.
Li Shiyizheng put his arms around Song Shijiu and closed his eyes, while Song Shijiu looked around with his round eyes, and the lady beside her looked at her with pink and jade carvings. Eyes, actually quiet and well-behaved and not timid, so he couldn't help sighing: "What a well-behaved baby, I like it in my heart."
Li Shiyi opened his eyes, and when he saw the lady smiling, he was about to stretch out his hand to tease her. Song Shijiu blinked, raised his right hand that was supporting Li Shiyi's arm, and pressed his palm to his mouth, " "Boom!" With a clear and crisp sound, he stretched out his arm and sent the air kiss lightly.
The lady was stunned for a moment, looked at Little Nineteen, who was concentrating on playing with her fingers, and then glanced at Li Shiyi, who was not looking very well, and finally put her eyes on A Yin, who was full of perfume.
Li Shiyi crossed over with his right hand, supported Song Shijiu's soft and glutinous left face, raised her palms with four fingers, and pulled her up. After thinking about it, she took out a fresh newspaper and spread it out in front of her. , and then lowered his head with a hook on his neck, and whispered in Song Nineteen's ear, "If you have the ability, learn to read."
Her voice was very magnetic, like it came out of an old record, but it had a breath close to her ear.
Song Nineteen turned his face away, looked at her with big, flickering eyes, and then bowed his head obediently, earnestly studying the square characters on the newspaper.
Li Shiyi tightened the hand that was around her waist, and glanced at her soft and smooth fetal hair, with a rare interest in his eyes.