Zhong Mingwei was sitting on the stove and lighting the fire, and jujube tea was burning in the pot. A few days ago, he made ginger brown sugar tea for Ah Chou every day. In the past two days, I have started making jujube tea for him, and the room is filled with the sweet fragrance of jujube.
"The peach leaves point to the top, and the willow leaves cover the sky. This Grandpa Ming is in his position. Listen to me carefully. This matter happened at the Jingxi Indigo Factory. The firearms camp of the Indigo Factory .There is a Song Laosan. Speaking of Song Laosan, the couple sell opium. They have no children in their life, and they gave birth to a daughter, Chanjuan... "
Zhong Mingwei listened to Ah Chou humming. The fire stick in his hand followed the beat, and patted the ground lightly once and for all.
He had never heard such a ditty, popular, straightforward, and unrefined. Naturally, it cannot compare to the elegance and mellowness of Kunqu Opera. But Zhong Mingwei found the little song sung by A Chou to be particularly pleasant, and the sound of every word could be heard in his ears. In the past, he didn't spend his time on drama and writing. But now he is looking forward to Ah Chou humming in his ear more.
The pot is boiling. Zhong Mingwei lifted the lid of the pot, and the hot air rushed to his face suddenly. The strong scent of jujube rushed straight to his face, and his whole body was filled with that sweet scent of jujube. He took a deep breath, then poured half a bowl of brown sugar into the pot, and put the lid on it again. Stuff it with a small fire.
"Little girl, who is sixteen years older, she gave her a name. The lotus flower is called Dalian. The girl is called Dalian. She is handsome and beautiful. It seems that no one picks flowers, and no one plays a broken pipa. Slaves are like Diao Chan. Silubu is like Yutangchun in jail thinking about Zhang San. The sun is setting and the autumn insects are making noise. Brother Six, who thinks about it day and night, has come to my door... "
Ah Chou was still singing, and the needle and thread in his hand moved back and forth nimbly, embroidering a lotus flower stitch by stitch on the festive red silk.
"Stop embroidering, drink the tea first," Zhong Mingwei said, and lifted the lid of the pot again, filled a large bowl of jujube tea, put it on the stove, and urged Ah Chou, "Drink it while it's hot. .”
"Hey!" Ah Chou agreed bluntly, put down the needles and threads in his hands, climbed to the top of the kang, sat cross-legged, held the bowl of hot jujube tea in both hands, and sipped the hot air while blowing drink.
"Why don't you drink it?" Ah Chou drank a large bowl of jujube tea slowly, sweating all over, and while wiping his sweat with a handkerchief, he asked Zhong Mingwei, "It's so sweet, it's very delicious. "
"I'm a man, what kind of jujube tea should I drink?" Zhong Mingwei said while filling a bowl for Ah Chou, "Drink some more."
"I can't drink any more, my belly is bulging," Ah Chou muttered, lowering his head to pat his flat stomach, "Look, I can hardly sit still, my stomach is full of soup, It wobbles as soon as you move it."
Zhong Mingwei followed her hands and landed on her flat belly, and asked in a low voice, "Does your stomach still hurt today?"
Ah Chou fell silent immediately, and gently slid his thin hands on his belly a few times, then hummed softly: "...It still hurts a little."
In fact, the pain has been gone for a long time, but if she said it didn't hurt, Zhong Mingwei would definitely not rub her stomach. Ah Chou thought about it, thinking that Zhong Mingwei has been rubbing her stomach so gently these days, she really likes it Tight, just thinking about waiting for a few more days.
"It still hurts?" Zhong Mingwei obviously didn't understand Ah Chou's twists and turns, and immediately frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Why is it that it hurts for so many days? It's not good? I have to go to the doctor, don't be sick. "
"No, no, it's not that serious, just a little pain," Ah Chou waved his hands in a hurry, "It's really not serious at all, maybe it will be fine in a few days."
"No, you've been in pain for so many days," Zhong Mingwei became more anxious, he looked outside the door, then at Ah Chou, pursed his lips, and finally opened his mouth, "Girl, Can you go down the mountain to see the doctor by yourself? Can you last?"