The closed paper umbrella leaned against the wall, smearing irregular water marks, as if fighting with the rain for days, and now bleeding from exhaustion. The heat on the table is the best redemption, enough to pity the hungry night traveler.
The people in the room sat at a table and looked curiously at the little man in front of them. The clothes on his body were changed to Song Nineteen's big coat, his long sleeves were rolled up layer after layer, and his face was rubbed with a towel, but it showed a bit of white tenderness. The wet braids have not yet been removed, only wrapped in cotton to absorb water. She was extremely thin, and her wrist bones were abruptly like jagged stones. She sat with her shoulders shrunk, silently looking at the fragrant bone soup hand in front of her.
In the silent rain, her throat moved, and she swallowed with a grunt, which sounded together with her starving and shriveled belly.
Only then did she raise her eyes to look at the people on the other side, the four young ladies, who were as good-looking as the ghosts in the book, so foggy, clean and decent. So she involuntarily plucked the dead skin on her hands, not knowing what to do.
Song Nineteen had never seen such a thin little girl. The tip of her chin seemed to be cut off. The bridge of her nose was not high, but the tip of her nose was upturned, and her upper head was bald and squeaked, as if she had been knocked out somewhere. The cheekbones are low and flat, and the red glow is cracked. It is the only blood on her face. The most striking thing is her large grape-like eyes, which almost take up half of her face. Not hard, just staring at people without any position, like staring at a stone pillar.
Her lashes were sparse and, like her fine, yellow hair, showed some malnutrition.
Also lacking is Aro's curiosity. After only one glance, he lowered his head to read a book. Ayin was leaning against the back of her chair, holding her with one hand and touching her along the mandible, while supporting her waist with one hand. Blink and study the girl.
Song Nineteen held his chin and looked at Li Eleven before turning to the little girl, his voice soft: "Why don't you eat?"
The little girl seemed startled by the sudden voice, she let go of the biting lower lip, there were a row of shallow teeth marks underneath, and the chapped lips were moistened several times, but still could not retain moisture.
She hadn't heard such a beautiful voice for a long time, so that all the screams of panic or miserable echoed in her mind.
She remembered the dull and painful cry after the aunt who had watched her grow up pushed her out of the window.
It turns out that a decent voice looks like this, there are those who are not in a hurry to be chased, those who have the confidence to have a full meal, and those who are idle and picky.
She involuntarily raised her hand to hold the ceramic bowl, which was warm and seemed alive.
Her heart came to life little by little with this temperature, beating abruptly and forcefully, and was about to lose sight of her vulnerable skeleton.
She raised her hand and stirred the hand with the spoon. The heat penetrated into the palm of her hand, and the greedy worm in her stomach woke up and screamed.
However, she only glanced at the hand, and then looked up at Song Nineteen.
"If you don't want to eat it, that's all." Li Shiyi said.
Aro raised his head, reached out his hand slowly, and made a gesture of receiving.
The girl wrapped around her beautiful jade hands, instinctively held the bowl with both hands, like a puppy guarding food, then buried her head, clenched her hands tightly, and slammed three or two into her mouth.
Her sunken cheeks suddenly bulged, and she hurriedly chewed hard, her eyes flickering, staring at Aro's hands alertly.
The owner of the hand smiled softly, his fingers dropped in the air, and then retracted, still flipping the book without being disturbed.
A Yin's eyes went over Li Shiyi and A Luo. Chicken thief, the little girl is also cheating.
Fortunately, the hand was cold for a long time, and it was not too hot, but the little girl had been hungry for a long time and was in a hurry to eat, so she burped unconsciously, her glossy mouth was wrapped in food, and she was unwilling to release her teeth even when she burped. He just frowned and swallowed hard.
Song Nineteen couldn't stand it any longer, and handed her a glass of warm water: "Eat slowly, there's still more in it."
The words "and" unexpectedly comforted her, and she felt embarrassed later. He put down the spoon reluctantly, and subconsciously wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then paused when Song Nineteen handed the handkerchief, took it over, and wiped the corner of his mouth carelessly.
As if he didn't dare to rub too hard, for fear of soiling the fragrant and soft silk.
She held the silk in her hands, still burying her head and hiccupping, and Song Nineteen heard a cat-like meow between her breaths, "Chunping."
After she finished speaking, it was as if she had completed a business that paid for the money.
Song Nineteen asked again, "Where's your father?"
Chunping sucked the unbited skin in, and then took advantage of the situation to suck the hot snot again, and only after a while said: "No father."
His voice was hoarse and weak, with a Jiangnan accent.
"Where's your mother?"
Chunping hiccups again: "No mother."
"I don't have a father, I don't have a mother, can something pop out of the stone?" A Yin touched an earring and squeaked.
Chunping stopped talking, and didn't eat anymore, she still bit her lower lip firmly, biting her teeth and turning red, she let go after a while, and drank the hot soup in one go: "In war, you die. already."
Song Nineteen frowned, hearing that there was gunpowder smoke coming from the north, he had come to flee.
A Yin lost her words, and felt a little sorry for a while. She frowned and bit her lip like Chunping. The water in Peach Blossom's eyes was dizzy, half guilt, half distressed.
Chunping seemed to be very used to it. She drank the soup without leaving a mouthful, and her lower abdomen made a grunting sound, which bulged slightly, which was very abrupt on her thin body.
After eating, I didn't know what to say for a while, so I stared at the oil stains on my fingers in a daze. On the other hand, A Yin took Li Shiyi's wink, leaned over and took her hand, took out a silk and wiped it carefully, while asking her, "How old are you?"
A Yin's fingers were soft and boneless, soft and warm, like a cat that Chunping had touched when she was a child.
The frostbite became itchy, and it was so itchy that Chunping wanted to retreat, but she couldn't, so she buried her head in her chest and simply stopped looking at it: "I can't remember."
Only four or five birthdays have passed in my memory, but because I ate white water eggs, I don't remember the days when I lost the white water eggs.
A Yin wiped clean for her, put her hand down, turned her tongue in her mouth, and said to Li Shiyi in a false voice, "Human."
Li Shiyi was relieved, his fingers were loosely placed on the table, and he exchanged glances with Song Shijiu.
Song Nineteen thought for a while, and said, "Since there is nowhere to go, I will stay here. After eating, I will take you to buy some clothes. We are just walking around the rivers and lakes. Fortunately, there is no shortage of food."
Chunping scratched at the barb on her hand and kept silent.
After picking up the tableware and chopsticks, Song Nineteen burned hot water for Chunping to wash her hair. After she was completely dry, she tied it into two braids, and Song Nineteen wrapped the red headband for her several times. Chunping didn't like to talk, she just stared at her with pitch-black eyes, the edges of her pupils reflected a brand new red.
After finishing everything up, a few people really led Chunping out the door. Song Nineteen was about to hold her hand, but she shrank back and hid her fingers in her long sleeves.
The little girl was reserved, and Song Nineteen didn't force it, just led her not far or near, and walked across the alley to the market.
The rain had just stopped, but the excitement did not rest for a moment. The steam in the cage was soaked by the moist air, and it was even more fragrant. The crystal clear hawthorn fruit, the lifelike face people, and the sugar-blowing horse with a fat belly and slender legs made people dazzled. Chunping only glanced at it, then leaned on the alley and opened her mouth slightly, as if she was going crazy.
Bicheng is like washing, the plum fragrance is hidden, the traffic is full of traffic, and Yanyan is smiling. All the fragrances are the blessings of the world. Chunping stands in this pile of blessings, at a loss.
She turned her head to look at Song Shijiu, who had curved brows and eyes. She held Li Shiyi against the wall and smiled. Her smile gave a warm edge to her beautiful outline, so Chunping didn't dare to look directly. But the ghosts and gods can't move their eyes away.
She suddenly said, "I'm dead, right?"
She was a little confused. In her limited knowledge, death was falling from the world to hell, but the "death" she experienced this time seemed to return to the world from purgatory.
She quietly pinched the flesh on her waist, not knowing if it was freezing too badly, half pain or not, she was about to push harder, but saw Song Nineteen lightly pat her on the shoulder , said: "Whatever you want, go there."
The toes were obediently pushed against the cloth shoes, and half of the nails of the thumb fell off. At this moment, the new growth was itchy, and she rubbed it on the ground again.
The move made her look so cute, like a foal whose hoof was slapped before running.
The little pony walked towards the lively scene, but her clear eyes firmly grasped the two young ladies behind her.
Song Nineteen smiled, stepped forward and embraced her, took her eyes to the booth without a trace, and put the bright red fruit into her eyes like a red headband.
Her eyes became the flower windows of the shop, reflecting the vivid and fragrant world.
Song Nineteen lowered his body and reached for one, but Chunping grabbed it.
Rough frostbite gnawed at her tender palm, Chunping looked up at her and shook her head stubbornly.
"Don't eat."