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The closed paper umbrella leaned against the wall, smudged with irregular water marks, as if it had been fighting with the rain for days, and now it was exhausted and bleeding.The heat on the table is the best salvation, enough to pity the hungry night traveler.

The people in the room sat at a table, looking curiously at the villain in front of them.The clothes on his body were replaced by Song Nineteen's big jacket, and the long sleeves were rolled up layer after layer, and the face was stroked by a scarf, which made him look a little white and tender.The wet braids have not been removed, only wrapped in cotton cloth to absorb water.She was extremely thin, and her wrist bones were as protruding as a jagged stone. She was sitting with her shoulders hunched, silently looking at the fragrant bone soup in front of her.

In the silent rain, her throat moved, and she swallowed with a grunt, which sounded together with her hungry and shriveled belly.

Only then did she raise her eyes to look at the people opposite, the four ladies looked like ghosts in a story book, they looked misty, clean and decent.So she couldn't help picking the dead skin on her hands, not knowing what to do.

Song Nineteen had never seen such a thin little girl, her chin seemed to have been shaved off, her nose bridge was not high, but the tip of her nose was turned up, and her head was bald, as if she had been knocked somewhere.The cheekbones are low and flat, red and chapped, the only color on her face. The most striking thing is her pair of big grape-like eyes, which almost occupy half of her face. They are watery and dark, and the eyes are not soft It's not hard, just staring at people without a stand, like staring at a stone pillar.

Her eyelashes were sparse, and like her limp yellow hair, she showed some malnutrition.

What is also lacking is Ah Luo's curiosity. He lowered his head to read the book after only a glance. He blinked and studied the girl.

Song Nineteen held his chin, exchanged a glance with Li Shishi, then turned to the little girl, and said softly, "Why don't you eat?"

The little girl seemed startled by the sudden voice, and let go of her bitten lower lip. There was a row of shallow tooth marks underneath, and her chapped lips were moistened several times, but they still couldn't retain moisture.

She hadn't heard such a beautiful voice for a long time, so that all the buzzing in her mind were screams of horror or misery.

She thought of the dull and painful cries of the aunt who had watched her grow up pushing her out of the window, like tiles cutting glass, so depressing that it was hard to breathe.

It turns out that a decent voice looks like this. There are those who are not rushed when they are not being chased, those who have the confidence to eat enough, and those who are idle when they pick up the end.

She involuntarily raised her hand to hold the ceramic bowl, which was warm as if alive.

Following this temperature, her heart came alive little by little, beating abruptly and vigorously, almost losing sight of her vulnerable frame.

She raised her hand and stirred the hand with the spoon, the hot air penetrated into the palm of her hand, and the glutton in her stomach woke up, screaming heart and liver.

However, she only glanced at Chao Shou, then looked up at Song Nineteen again.

"If you don't want to eat, that's all." Li Shishi said.

Ah Luo raised his head, stretched out his hand slowly, and made a gesture of collecting.

The girl wrapped around her beautiful jade hands, instinctively holding the bowl with both hands, like a puppy protecting food, then buried her head, gripped the spoon tightly with trembling hands, opened her mouth and stuffed three or two.

The sunken cheeks bulged instantly, she chewed hurriedly, her eyes flickering, staring at Ah Luo's hand vigilantly.

The owner of the hand smiled softly, his fingers fell in the air, and then retracted, still flipping through the book without being disturbed.

Ah Yin's eyes flicked over Li Shiyi and Ah Luo.Chicken thief, the little girl is also cheating.

Fortunately, the handcuffs were cold for a long time, and it wasn't too hot, but the little girl had been hungry for a long time, and was anxious to eat, so she unconsciously hiccupped, covering her greasy mouth with food, and she didn't even want to let go of her teeth when hiccupping. He only frowned and wanted to swallow hard.

Song Nineteen couldn't stand it anymore, and handed her a glass of warm water: "Eat slowly, there is still in it."

The word "and" unexpectedly comforted her, and she became embarrassed after a while.Reluctantly putting down the spoon, subconsciously wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he paused in the movement of Song Nineteen handing over the handkerchief, took it over, and wiped the corners of his mouth indiscriminately.

It seemed that he didn't dare to rub too hard, for fear of staining the fragrant and soft silk.

She clutched the silk in her hand, still burying her head in a small belch, and during the gap between her breaths, Song Nineteen heard a cat-like meow: "Chunping."

After she finished speaking, it seemed as if she had completed a transaction with a good price, she went smoothly, and began to eat from the bowl again.

Song Nineteen asked again: "Where's your father?"

Chunping sucked in the unbitten skin, and sucked in the hot snot, and said after a while, "No father."

His voice is hoarse, lifeless, with a Jiangnan accent.

"Where's your mother?"

Chunping burped again: "No mother."

"No father, no mother, can someone jump out of a rock?" A Yin touched the earrings, and her voice was melodious.

Chunping stopped talking and didn't eat. She still bit her lower lip firmly until the teeth marks turned red again. After a while, she let go and drank the hot soup all at once: "War, death gone."

Song Nineteen frowned. He heard that there was gunpowder smoke in the north, so he had fled.

A Yin lost her words, feeling very sorry for a moment, frowning and biting her lips like Chunping, the water in her peach blossom eyes was swaying, half guilt, half heartache.

Chunping seemed to be quite used to it. She drank the soup until she had nothing left, her lower abdomen made a gurgling sound, and it bulged slightly, which was very abrupt on her thin and small body.

After eating, I didn't know what to say for a while, so I stared at the oil stains that I accidentally got on my fingers in a daze.On the contrary, Ah Yin took Li Shishi's look, leaned over and took her hand, took out a silk cloth and wiped it carefully, and asked her, "How old are you?"

Ayin's fingers were soft and boneless, soft and warm, like the cat Chunping had touched when she was a child, itchy and crispy, as if they still had an intoxicating sweet fragrance.

The chilblain started to itch, and it made Chunping want to shrink back, but she couldn't, so she buried her head in her chest and stopped looking at it: "I don't remember."

In my memory, only four or five birthdays have passed, but because I ate white water eggs, and later lost white water eggs, I don't remember the days very much.

A Yin wiped her clean, put down her hand, twitched her tongue in her mouth, and said to Li Shishi, "Human."

Li Shixi was relieved, and with his fingers loosely on the table, he exchanged glances with Song Shijiu.

Song Nineteen thought about it, and said, "Since I have nowhere to go, I'll stay here. After dinner, I'll take you to buy some clothes. We're just wandering the rivers and lakes. Fortunately, there's no shortage of food."

Chunping picked at the barb on her hand and remained silent.

After tidying up the bowls and chopsticks, Song Nineteen boiled hot water for Chunping to wash her hair, and the jet black water became clear after a few basins.When it was completely dry, it was tied into two braids. Song Nineteen wrapped the red-headed rope a few more times for her, looked around twice, and was quite satisfied.Chunping didn't like to talk, she just stared at her with her pitch-black eyes, and the edges of her pupils reflected a brand new red.

After tidying up, they really led Chunping out the door. Song Nineteen was about to hold her hand, but she flinched back and hid her fingers in her long sleeves.

The little girl was reserved, so Song Nineteen didn't force her, and just led her across the alley to the market.

The rain had just stopped, but the excitement never stopped.The steam in the cage is permeated by the humid air, and it is even more delicious. The crystal clear hawthorn fruit, the lifelike dough figurines, and the sugar horse with a big fat belly and slender legs are dazzling.Chunping only took one look, then leaned against the entrance of the alley and opened her mouth slightly, as if she was going crazy.

The green is as clear as washing, the fragrance of plums is hidden, the traffic is heavy, and the people are talking and laughing. All the fragrances are blessings in the world. Chunping stands in this pile of blessings, at a loss.

She turned her head to look at Song Shijiu, who had curved eyebrows and eyes. She leaned against the wall with Li Shixi in her arms and smiled. Her smile drew a warm edge to her beautiful silhouette, making Chunping dare not look directly at her. But he couldn't move his eyes away by accident.

She suddenly said: "I'm dead, isn't it?"

She was a little confused. According to her limited knowledge, death was falling from the world to hell, but the "death" she experienced this time seemed to be returning to the world from purgatory.

She gently pinched the skin on her waist, not sure if it was too cold, half pain and half no pain, she was about to push harder when Song Nineteen patted her shoulder lightly , Said: "If you want anything, go there."

The toes obediently stuck in the cloth shoes, half of the thumbnail fell off, and now it was new, and it was itchy, so she rubbed it on the ground again.

This action made her look very cute, like a colt kicking its hooves before it can run.

The little pony walked towards the bustle, but his clear eyes fixed on the two young ladies behind him, and he turned his head every step of the way, as if he was afraid that they would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Song Nineteen smiled, stepped forward and hugged her, took her eyes to the booth without any trace, and put the bright red fruit into her eyes like a red string.

Her eyes have become the windows of the shop, reflecting the living, colorful and fragrant world.

Song Nineteen lowered his body and reached for one, but Chunping grabbed it.

Rough chilblains bit her tender palm, Chunping looked up at her, and shook her head stubbornly.

"Don't eat."