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Tianjin Wei is very strange, the combination of the foreign atmosphere of opening the port and hunting the sea and the reality of Guankou cross talk is just right. Bian'er is too early, depending on whether you recognize it or not, just laugh a lot and say "sister."

It was so easy to come back, A Yinyang asked Li Shiyi and Tu Laoyao to live with her in Tianjin Wei for a few days, rented a small western-style building, and every morning, he had a sip of fragrant black coffee and a sip of Tu Laoyao. Goubuli steamed stuffed bun that I bought at the same time, and leaning on the balcony to listen to the opera, Ayin sighed at Sai Immortal in comfort.

The youngest Tu is not used to coffee, not to mention the mouth, but he can't even smell it, and he complains of headaches when he gets close. Li Shiyi bought a can of Guzhang Maojian, and he likes it very much. While sucking, stealing glances at Gu Ayin, for fear that she would swallow the black soup and accidentally get poisoned again.

Three or five days later, the people returned to Beijing, and the youngest Tu stepped into the boundary of Sijiu City and sniffed it first. The familiar smell aroused his homesickness that he had never had before, and he sighed several times.

Li Shishi rented two rickshaws and was going to take Ah Yin and Tu Laoyao to the restaurant, but Tu Laoyao said that he missed his wife at home, and parted ways on the way.

He paid for the car by himself, but he didn't go home, he just walked around and squatted on the side of the road worrying.

He finally understood that Li Shishi's behavior was not ordinary affluence. In the past, he guarded the cigarette stand in a shabby manner, and he had an ugly appearance. He looked like a petty bourgeoisie, but Followed carefully, but it is not the case at all.This time the business failed, and instead they posted tens of oceans worth of bus tickets and roommates, as well as the cat shit coffee, which was so expensive that it made people tongue-in-cheek.

Li Shishi and Ayin didn't care about it, but he, the youngest Tu, was so poor that he didn't earn a few bucks when he went out, but...he covered the ticket that was still in his pocket, and didn't know how to go home. How to tell the mother-in-law that she will give Li Shishi the money for the car.

Tu Lao Yao looked at the passers-by for a while, and howled with hunger. After thinking about it, she still walked home, earning money.

As soon as he got home, the fence was still short, and the courtyard door was still leaking. The mother-in-law was drying clothes in the yard. When she saw him, she was not surprised and said to him: "Go, wash your hands." , the burden is put down, and the food is inside."

Tu Lao Yao let out an "Ai", stepped forward to look at her daughter-in-law's belly, it seemed smaller than she remembered, said two more words, and then went into the house with her for dinner.

He procrastinated a few times, unwilling to procrastinate, so he cut to the chase and said, "My trip..."

"What on earth did you do this trip? Did you earn so much?" the daughter-in-law said while scooping up soup.

"Earn, earn?" The youngest Tu stammered.

The daughter-in-law said with a smile: "The girl from the Li family sent someone to bring the settled wages. I didn't dare to move it. It was placed on the stove, but when I weighed it, it was heavy."

Tu Lao Yao took a mouthful of rice stuck in his throat, and turned to stare at the newspaper-wrapped squares on the stove in a daze.

The alleys in Sijiucheng are always noisy, the storyteller is a gavel, and the absurd words can be spoken from the Tang and Song Dynasties to the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The change of Xuanwu Gate has been talked about seven or eight hundred times, but there are still crowds of people coming back, supporting Porters with shoulder poles, and mothers-in-law with young children crowded around the entrance to look inside.Said that there was a tea shop with hot soup on the opposite side, Ayin thought the tea soup in the restaurant was not good, so she dragged Li Shishi to the tea shop again.

The thick bench with wide thighs was shortened by one foot, and it swayed back and forth. The calf wearing the cotton shoes looked a little slender and slender. The white ankle was inadvertently exposed, and it was pale pink in the cold winter. His ankle bone fit beautifully with both sides of the concave Achilles tendon, shining brightly in the warm sun.

Grasping the side of the bench with half-grown hands, Song Nineteen swayed from side to side according to the missing corner of the stool, so that the old lady from the tea stall rushed forward and said with a smile: "My girl, don't shake it, be careful not to fall!" on."

The girl in front of her was around ten years old, with thick braids tied with red strings, her dark face seemed to be smeared with soot, but her facial features were very distinctive, with a raised nose and crescent eyebrows, and a pair of sandalwood lips with pink pouts. Compared with those eyes, round almond eyes, but the ends of the eyes are picked up like a crouching phoenix, the full and bright black eyeballs are covered by distinct eyelashes, and there is an uncivilized style in the innocence.

A Yin on the opposite side smiled and said, "Sister-in-law Qing, don't worry, if the shake breaks, someone will pay for it."

She looked at Li Shishi with a smile, one jade hand resting on her cheek.

Li Shishi didn't answer, and raised his hand to hold down the shaking bench.

Aunt Qing said: "It's a girl from the eleven family, but I haven't seen her before."

Li Shishi said: "My cousin's younger sister, nineteen."

"It sounds like a family." Sister Qing smiled, wiped her hands on the apron, and then turned to look at the tea. She just took a step and remembered something idle, and asked Li Shishi: "Eleven, Have you been out of the stall these days?"

"Something has happened these days, the cigarette stall has been closed. What's the matter?"

"I heard from my man that there is a young lady who is looking for you and is waiting by your cigarette stand every day." Aunt Qing said.

Li Shiyi frowned, Qingsao is used to observing words and demeanor, ordinary people call "girl", if "Miss" is used, then there must be some background.Li Shixi thanked Mrs. Qing, exchanged a few glances with A Yin, and then led Song Shijiu to the alley where he usually went out of the stall.

Song Nineteen followed behind.In order to prevent her from growing any longer, the shoes were a bit too big, and they couldn't hang on the heels, and they dragged when she walked, which made her follow very reluctantly.Seeing Li Shiyi walking very swiftly on his long legs, she was upset, so she simply stopped, biting her lip aggrievedly.

Li Shiyi heard that there was no movement behind him, so he turned to look at her, Song Shijiu raised his face and asked her, "You're not holding me anymore?"

A Yin leaned her body against the lamp post on the side of the street, shaking her silk to watch the excitement.

Li Shishi said: "Ten years old, don't hold me anymore."

But she has only lived for a few days.Song Nineteen was not convinced: "Who said that?"

"My mother."

Song Nineteen had no choice but to reach out and grab Li Shiyi's sleeve, and followed her step by step. I don't know if it was an illusion, Li Shixi seemed to slow down her pace, making her walk less strenuous.

At the entrance of the alley, I saw a girl waiting there from a distance.With just one glance, Li Shiyi understood why Aunt Qing's expression was so complicated just now.This girl is holding an umbrella made of ivory bone on a sunny day in winter. The handle of the umbrella is fully carved with peonies, and the surface of the umbrella is pure black satin.She was wearing a light blue dress and a fine cashmere overcoat. Her pale wrists were exposed from the sheepskin gloves.

Li Shishi walked forward slowly, and the lady seemed to recognize her, turned around and put down the umbrella: "Ms.

She wore a fashionable foreign hat at a slant, and the black mesh covered half of her face.

Li Shishi has seen many people of all kinds, and her rich beauty is not new, but there is no one as graceful and luxurious as the person in front of her, revealing the innate air of heaven, and the grid of refusal and welcome on her face Shadows are drawn on it, with a sense of taboo.

However, her lips were bloodless, and even her pupils were as indifferent as if their color had faded.

"I have something on my mind," she said.

Li Shishi thought for a while: "Go to the tea shop, sit down and talk."

The tiny jet of water made the tea soup change color, and the story of the Xuanwu Gate hadn't finished yet, the girl listened quietly, and said, "My name is Ah Chun."

Her voiceless voice is very pleasant, with the old Feili and gentleness.

"I have a knot in my heart that makes me toss and turn, and I am depressed all day long. I can't remember what it is. I only know that it is under the ground, in the coffin."

Ah Chun spoke slowly, which made the sadness on her brows even more troublesome: "I have searched for the local master warlocks, but it was useless. I heard that the descendants of the Southern and Northern Schools are all in Beiping, so they traveled thousands of miles to come here. It is on my mind to ask Mr. to go down to the grave and open the coffin."

Li Shishi's fingers circled unconsciously on the table, Ah Yin's little finger leaning on Ah Chun's hand moved, moved it back silently, flipped his hand to grab a cup of tea, and pressed the edge of the cup against his lower lip. Eleven's eyes flew away, and he said silently: "Ghost."

"I am." Ah Chun said slowly, nodding.

"People are not real people, but money is real money." Ah Chun took out a house deed.

"You said it's not far away, where is it?" Li Shishi asked her.

"Xi'an."

Ah Chun looked at the crowd listening to books in the restaurant with long and deep eyes.

"Chang'an, my... homeland."

The author says:

"Daming Palace Ci": The world is ups and downs, impermanent and ruthless, and it is hard to find peace throughout my life.