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They had only walked halfway, but suddenly it rained heavily, like pouring down, blocking the two of them halfway.Li Shishi and Song Shijiu hid under a lush old elm tree, their clothes were almost wet, and wrapped around their bodies in the cold.

Song Nineteen looked at the bubbling pool of water on the ground, and looked at the sky with his head: "It was a sunny day just now, so it's really strange."

When her head became hot, she retracted her neck, and saw Li Shiyi put his hat on her head with a blank expression.

Song Nineteen raised his hand to hold the hat, and touched it like a watermelon.

The two were facing each other, but they heard long and short whistles not far away, as if they were looking for some young animal. The sound gradually approached. It was a very simple oilcloth umbrella, under which stood a A woman who is nearly forty years old, with single eyelids and slashed shoulders. There is nothing eye-catching on her face, except for her nose, which is well-shaped, straight and straight, and the tip of the nose is slightly raised, and it has been stained with a little rain.

When the visitor saw Li and Song, he was taken aback for a moment, let go of the hand holding the hem of the skirt, stretched five fingers to smooth out the folds, took advantage of the time to look at the two of them carefully, and then smiled: " The two girls, were they stopped by the rain?"

Li Shishi didn't answer, Song Shijiu nodded.

The woman's voice was familiar and enthusiastic, and her smile was just right. Seeing Song Nineteen's answer, she stepped forward, made a movement to look at the sky, and tilted the umbrella slightly towards Song Nineteen: "It's raining too much. If I stay under this tree again, I'm afraid I'll get drenched. My house is not far away, and it's a mile to the east. Why don't I go to shelter from the rain and twist my clothes."

In the rain curtain, her words were intermittent, but what was uninterrupted was the thoughtfulness in her words. Song Nineteen blinked twice, and looked up at Li Eleven. Li Eleven's eyelashes were also stained with water, just like that. Looking at her, it seems to be judging whether she can't help the wind and rain.

Song Nineteen sneezed at the right time.

Li Shishi looked away, patted Song Shijiu on the shoulder to signal her to hide under the umbrella, and smiled at the woman: "Thank you."

The umbrella is not big enough to accommodate two people. Li Shiyi followed with his head slightly lowered, exposing most of his body to the rain. Song Nineteen wanted to pull her in, but also wanted to take off his hat and give it to her. , but she lightly pressed the back of her head, silently and gently stopping her movements.

Song Nineteen peeked at her, she always hooked her neck habitually, the rainwater dripped down her chin, she wiped it nonchalantly, narrowed her eyes a little sourly, and twitched her nose lightly.

For some reason, Song Nineteen's heart, which had always been like a flower in the sun, suddenly seemed to be pricked by a needle. It was still the kind of needle soaked in vinegar for three days and three nights. It was sore and painful, making her speechless.

I don't know how many times Li Shiyi walked in the rain so carelessly before, with mud spots splashed on her trouser legs, and her cloth shoes stepped into the water, and I don't know what kind of hardships she has gone through to keep her calm A face that is more delicate than anyone else's sincerity.

Thinking of this, she felt very sad, and secretly stretched out her hand to hook Li Shiyi's little finger. Li Shixi shrank instinctively, but Song Shijiu grasped it tighter, holding her cold finger tightly. Refuse to let go.

She felt the tense and tense movements gradually relax in her palm, hanging lifelessly, seemingly helpless, but also connivance.

In less than a mile, I saw the woman's farmyard. The yard was not flat, and half of the rainwater had accumulated at the base of the wall. He took out the low stool, took out a dustpan from the water, ran to put it under the eaves, then took out the key and opened the door, and invited Li Shishi and Song Shijiu in.

The room is small and clean, with some agricultural objects piled up here and there, as well as a machine loom that weaves half a piece of cloth. After getting clean silk handkerchiefs for them to wipe, they boiled a pot of hot water non-stop, then went into the house, changed their clothes, and came out clean.

"Just twist the water on the ground." She wiped her loose hair and said with a smile.

Li Shixi still asked for a wooden barrel, and asked Song Nineteen to stand aside, reached out and wrung the hem for her, and then motioned for her to take it by herself and wring out the clothes in the same way.Song Shijiu twisted and asked the woman, "What's your name, Sister-in-law?"

The woman lit a charcoal basin, and it was roasting hot nearby. She also sat on the opposite side, put her hands on it, and said with a smile: "Call me Yan Niang."

"Yan Niang." Song Nineteen smiled brightly, with wet hair and wet eyes, she was very pretty.

Seeing her like this, Yan Niang naturally liked her, and went into the kitchen to scoop out hot water, but the cup was not enough, so she filled it in a rough porcelain bowl and handed it to her to drink.

When Song Nineteen took it, she felt a sudden warmth, which made her shrink her neck and shiver.

Yan Niang handed another bowl to Li Shishi, but she only focused on Song Shijiu, and asked her, "How old is the girl?"

how old are you?Song Nineteen couldn't say it well by himself. He was thinking about it when Li Shishi said, "Nineteen."

It's so pretty to tell a lie, Song Nineteen looked at her with his chin propped up.

Yan Niang smiled and nodded, then asked her, "What's your last name?"

"Nineteen." Li Shiyi said again.

Song Shijiu Zhang's mouth was not closed yet, seeing Yan Niang was taken aback for a moment, then she still smiled and continued to ask: "Are you married?"

Li Shiyi raised his eyes, and there was an inconspicuous frown between his brows.

Yan Niang was stunned by her eyes, and after a while she retreated apologetically and said: "I offended you, girl nineteen, don't be annoyed."

"Because I used to be a matchmaker, I used to ask a few questions when I saw a girl of the right age." She was a little embarrassed, but she didn't show the embarrassment on her face. Only then did Li Shiyi understand the intimacy on her face. Where did he come from? After all, he eats his tongue, and his words are always beautiful.

The rain outside became more and more fierce, even the half-human-thick trees bent down, and the plantain was knocked to the ground, and the damaged leaves were unable to withstand the raindrops of thousands of horses.Yan Niang glanced out of the window, as if she was restless and worried, and thinking about the guests in the house, she sighed, and simply bought a wooden basin from the kitchen, brought it to the table, picked vegetables, and Talk to Li Shishi and Song Nineteen.

Song Nineteen had only seen a matchmaker in a book before, and always thought it was a red cheek with a wiped forehead, and a three-inch tongue with a fan. , especially the appearance of sitting and choosing vegetables gave birth to a little tranquility.

So she held her chin and asked her: "You only have one cup in this room, and the bowls are not in a set. Usually there is only one person?"

Yan Niang said: "No."

"Alone, aren't you afraid?" Song Nineteen asked again.

"What are you afraid of?" Yan Niang smiled, "I used to see a lot of people of all kinds, but now I'm here in this mountain, and I'm quite clean."

Song Nineteen nodded in agreement, but Li Shiyi cleared his throat and said, "Is there a single person here, is it unmarried?"

Yan Niang has a delicate heart, she understands her meaning without having to say everything, she smiled and said: "A girl who has not left the cabinet, how can she protect the matchmaker? I promised someone else, but before I got through the door, my husband died. It's nothing. a widow's name."

She sorted out the dishes she had chosen, placed them neatly one by one, and said: "It stands to reason that I, a widow, is in trouble. Ordinary people don't dare to entrust me with it. It is also the patriarch who rewards me with food. By chance, I made it into a city." Miss Zhao's marriage to Beimixing has gradually gained some fame."

Li Shishi's doubts were completely eliminated by one conversation, but it didn't show much, and it was still the same as usual, talking about gossip in vain.

Song Nineteen was blushing and curious about the marriage and the matchmaker. Seeing the gray sky, he couldn't walk left or right, so he simply became a female student and asked about the appointment, gift, wedding, and acceptance one by one. Seeing that she is cute and smart, and she hasn't talked to anyone for a long time, Yan Niang answered patiently and detailedly.

The white water gradually dissipated heat in the bowl, and some floating dust leaned on it. Li Shishi put the bowl down, and heard Song Nineteen ask: "You have done so many matchmakers, and everything is done? Is there anything wrong?"

"How can there be none?" Yan Niang brought the vegetable bowl in, grabbed a handful of sun-dried red dates, put the silk bag on the table, and invited Song Nineteen to eat.

Song Nineteen picked one, blew on the dust, licked half of it, and asked her, "What's the reason?"

She was a little afraid that she would not be able to marry Li Shishi as she wished, so she had to avoid all the taboos of ordinary people.

"There are various reasons." Yan Niang couldn't relax, she twisted the embroidery needle again, wiped it on her hair, her eyes were lost in memories.

"There is only one, which is very strange."