Another half a month later, Chunping has adapted a lot. Although she doesn't like to talk, she occasionally smiles. For some unknown reason, she was the most compatible with Song Nineteen, often following her not far away, sitting quietly.
Song Nineteen seemed to have retrieved the little dragon with its tail, and turned the corners of his proud mouth very restrained.
As time passed, Song Nineteen gradually found some ways. I don't know what kind of congenital deficiency Chunping has. As long as she goes out and meets a stranger, she will keep the fire at night, but it will only burn for one night, and the next morning will be alive again.
It was said that she was in good spirits, but her body was weak in the end, and Song Nineteen didn't dare to toss her, so he stopped leading her out. Luckily, she didn't like to wander around very much. Most of the time, she was lying in front of the window watching the girls going to and from school. Sometimes she clumsily held a book, shook her head and looked at it for a while. Song Nineteen looked over, and the words on it were upside down. tall, head down to the sky.
So he took it out of her hand and asked her, "I don't know how to read?"
Chunping's neck was a little red, and she hummed softly.
"Missing books?" Song Nineteen casually flipped through two pages.
Chunping thought for a while and said, "My mother said—my mother used to say that after reading, I won't be beaten in the future."
What's the point of this? Song Nineteen was somewhat amused, he closed the book, put it on the table, adjusted the hem of her clothes, and said, "It's not easy to study, we have a book bag in the house, you go to her and let her teach her. You can read."
When talking about the "book bag", there was an unassuming smile in the corner of her eyes, Chunping tilted her head and glanced at it, warm Susu, in such a look, the three words "Li Shiyi" did not need to be specified.
Chunping nodded and went to look for Li Shiyi according to the words. She was about to go upstairs when she heard movement in the yard, so she headed out to take a look. Ayin sat under the newly moved plum tree, Erlang's legs swayed, and Aro sat opposite to eat melon seeds.
It was freezing in winter so ghosts were trembling, but this grandma didn't like to hide in the house. Under the cheongsam, a piece of powdered ankle was exposed, and a piece of rouge-like plum petals rolled down from the gold thread cheongsam and touched the ankle socket. , and trembled again in three or two times.
Chunping stared at the petals she had shaken off, then glanced at her pink-faced face, and stood hesitantly.
A Yin took a mouthful of the melon seeds and said to her, "If you have something to say, say it."
Chunping chose another topic, and glanced at the table: "What is this?"
Ayin turned her head and picked up the letter: "A letter from Mr. Tu. Oh, Mr. Tu, you don't recognize him. You should call Mr. Tu. If you don't go back, you have to leave to find us."
"Go back?" Chunping was taken aback.
"We came from Shanghai." Ayin snapped her teeth together, rolled up the fresh melon seeds on the tip of her tongue, chewed it three times, and asked her again, "Shanghai, do you know?"
"I know." Chunping nodded, then frowned again after a while.
"I heard you speak, I'm not a local, but I didn't ask where you came from?" Ayin asked her, putting the melon seed shell covered in mouth fat in her palm and holding it to her chest.
Chunping looked at her red-colored Kodan, and after a while said, "It's from Nanjing."
After walking for a long time, bumping the ox cart for a long time, and fortunately bumping into a group of Lu soldiers on their way, they finally arrived in Chongqing. As soon as it came, it was raining, and he fainted for several days in the mountain temple outside the city. He opened his eyes and entered the city in the dark. He found this courtyard.
"Strange Dao knows Shanghai." A Yin smiled and slapped the shell of the melon seeds into the silk.
Chunping nodded, and the plum petals fell on the back of her neck, soft, she moved her neck, and after a while, she said, "Do you really want to go back to Shanghai?"
A Yin tilted her head to look at her and laughed: "Why are you a little man like a puppy dog, what are you always doing with your face wrinkled? Let's go or go, we won't let you down. When you see you paint The old uncle knows that we don't dislike the rascals, let alone the thin-skinned and tender little girl? You put your heart in your belly. "
Chunping's tender brows moved slightly, like a tender sprout breaking the ground, but there was no movement on her face. After thinking for a while, she turned around and walked towards the house. After taking three or two steps, she stopped again. Come down, staring at A Yin's ankle, whispered: "If you want to hurry, you can't wear it like this."
A Yin raised her eyebrows, A Luo raised her eyes, and saw the severely suppressed scars in Chunping's quiet pupils. In the end, she straightened her chin and pursed her lips before turning her head into the room without saying a word.
"God nagging." A Yin had a piece of melon seed skin on his chin, and lazily raised his waist.
After entering the room, she calmed herself and stepped upstairs. Li Shiyi was really in the study, burning a pot of white cardamom and sweet pine, and writing with her sleeves rolled up. Today, she has loose hair and a long white cheongsam, which is slightly wider, not as graceful and graceful as A Yin Tong Nineteen. She has an empty waist, and her front is not too abrupt. With her delicate wrist bones and small moles around her neck, Wearing the cheongsam gives a different sense of abstinence.
She raised her eyes to look at Chunping, her eyes were like playing a piano, and she slowly pressed down the strings that had just been picked up tight, and then rubbed them with her fingertips.
In this look, Chunping saw something different from that of Li Shiyi a few days ago. It was like someone who was sleeping in her body stretched out her hand to press the tip of her sleepy nose, and then looked after you with her eyes that were still awake.
But this look was only for a moment, and Li Shiyi lowered his head again, with a light tone: "Want to learn Chinese characters?"
Chunping was not surprised how she heard it, just nodded and walked over to lean against the desk.
She didn't speak, and Li Shiyi didn't have any intention of taking the initiative to teach, so she just let her take a serious look.
Li Shiyi practiced the thin gold body today, with the wolves between his fingers, and he held a thin sense of proportion when he walked.
"Pick a pen." After writing a word, Li Shiyi stopped and motioned her to look at the pen holder on the table.
Chunping nodded, holding her breath to look left and right, as if she was doing something very ritualistic, Li Shiyi smiled, picked a rabbit-shouldered purple hair for her, raised her hand and added ink twice, kissing her. Tried a few.
Her profile is particularly good-looking, even though her eyes are cold, her breathing is warm like a spring breeze.
Above the incense burner was the distorted smoke, and the window lattice cut off the distorted morning sun. Chunping crouched on the side of the table in a distorted way, carefully looking at Li Shizhong's extremely positive body.
She didn't raise her face, just stared at Li Shiyi's writing hand, and suddenly asked, "Why are you treating me like this?"
She paused for a moment, and then whispered, "I don't recognize you."
She seldom said such hypocritical words, and now she also tucked her hands into her cuffs, rubbing the fine stitches back and forth.
Li Shiyi glanced at her with drooping eyelids, but did not rush to say anything. He just held the pen in his hand for a while, and started a new line, with the word "ping" written in the middle.
"Recognize it?" she asked softly.
Chunping shook her head.
Li Shiyi's thin lips touched up and down: "Ping."
Chunping's mind moved, it was her name.
Li Shiyi didn't explain too much, only added three words at the back, then put the pen down, looked at her and said, "Meet by chance."
She smiled: "The fate of people and people comes from these four words."
Looking through Chunping's short head, she thought of her unfamiliar master, of Ayin with a bow tie, of Tu Laoyao, who held her thigh and didn't let go, and finally of Xiaojiu who held her finger.
There is no reason for people to meet, but to meet is the reason.
After learning Chinese characters with Li Shiyi for a few days, Chunping spoke a lot more, and occasionally when she encountered something she didn't quite understand, she would chat for a while. It was getting dark early this night, and it was already dark by the time of dinner. Ayin set the table and chopsticks and said to Chunping who went downstairs: "Go, wash your hands!"
The chairs and stools slid gently for a while, and everyone took their seats. Chunping washed her hands and came back. She was about to serve the meal, but she was stunned when she saw the dishes on the table.
A Yin smiled and said: "The new restaurant, Nanjing cuisine, you can't go out to eat, I'll bring it back, you can try it."
Crunchy and tender Jinling Roast Duck, scallion-scented barbecued mandarin fish, duck blood vermicelli soup with smooth soup color, phoenix-tail shrimp clustered with tails, Qinhuai flavors are full of pawns, as if there are minor babbles The ground dripped from the white porcelain cup bordered by the gold thread.
Chunping sat down, held the meal with minimal movement, and turned around in her palm before saying, "I haven't eaten most of these."
Except for the duck blood vermicelli soup, it seems that I have eaten it once.
A Yin gave her a piece of anchovy shrimp and smiled, "It doesn't matter if you have eaten it or not, you are the only one from Nanjing, and it is up to you to decide whether it is authentic or not."
Chunping pursed her lips and smiled, squinted her eyes and nodded, swallowed the shrimp, and took a small mouthful of rice.
It was so delicious that she couldn't help reaching for the second piece. After thinking about it, the tip of the chopsticks turned in the air and fell into Song Nineteen's bowl.
Song Nineteen raised her eyebrows, but Chunping didn't say anything, she just shrank her body behind the stool, buried her head and delivered rice a few times.
After the cup was over, everyone's words came alive. Seeing that everyone was eating well, Ayin was happy that he had done something beautiful, and said, "If you like it, I will go there tomorrow, and the boss said that he has several specialties. Vegetables, I only hate my stomach, I can't eat all of them at once."
Seeing her taking credit, Aro only smiled softly and reached out to serve her a bowl of soup.
However, Chunping said weakly, "Is there any Meiling porridge?"
"What kind of porridge?" Ah Yin didn't understand.
Chunping whispered: "On the way to escape, I ran into a fellow villager. It is said that he used to be a cook in the Jinling Hotel, and his specialty was Meiling porridge. He said it was delicious. I always thought about it. on."
She was still not used to asking for anything from others, so she was very embarrassed, and before she could finish speaking, she hid her face in the soup bowl.
"If you want to eat it, I'll ask you tomorrow, which one is beautiful? What age? You tell me so that you don't make a mistake." Ah Yin replied.
Then Chunping raised her head and said, "It's Madam Song's name."
"I heard from the villager that Mrs. Song had a bad appetite, so she ordered the kitchen to make this porridge, which was very sweet and appetizing. Since then, it was spread and it was named Meiling."
A Yin blinked, and the more she listened, the more confused she became: "Mrs. Song? Which Mrs. Song? Is it Mrs. Sun?"
Chunping also had some doubts and shook her head: "Mrs. Meiling, Chairman Jiang's wife."
A Yin smiled embarrassingly and took Arrow's soup: "I didn't know there was such a lady." Chairman Jiang didn't know who it was.
She has never liked to read and read newspapers, and she is a little ignorant when she thinks about it.
However, Li Shiyi, who had been silent all the time, raised his head and looked at Chunping and said, "You came from Nanjing. What kind of battle are you fighting? Who is fighting?"
Chunping met her eyes, her heart skipped a beat, she moistened her lips before saying, "Damn it."
"Jap."
Li Shiyi's breathing was uncontrollable for a second, and his voice was a little deep: "What year is it now?"
Chunping had a bad premonition, bit her lower lip helplessly, looked around, and replied in a low voice, "The Republic of China... 26 years."
Nineteen thirty-seven.