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Half a month younger, Chunping has adapted a lot. Although she doesn't like to talk, she occasionally smiles.For some unknown reason, she and Song Nineteen were the most congenial, and often followed her not far away, sitting quietly.

Song Nineteen seems to have found the tail of the little dragon, and the corners of his proud mouth curled up in a very reserved manner.

As time went by, Song Nineteen gradually figured out some ways.I don't know what Chunping's congenital deficiency is, as long as she goes out and meets a stranger, she will keep her on fire at night, but it only burns overnight, and the next morning she will be alive again.

It was said that she was in good spirits, but after all her body was weak, Song Nineteen didn't dare to torment her, so she stopped leading her out.Fortunately, she doesn't like to wander around very much. Most of the time she lies in front of the window to watch the girls and boys going to and from school. Sometimes she holds a book clumsily, shaking her head and looking at it for a while. tall, head down and upside down.

So he gently pulled it out of her hand, and asked her, "You can't read?"

Chunping's neck was a little red, and she hummed softly.

"Missing the book?" Song Nineteen casually flipped through two pages.

Chunping thought for a while and said, "My mother said—my mother used to say that after studying, you won't be beaten in the future."

What's the point?Song Nineteen was a little bit dumbfounded, closed the book, put it on the table, straightened the hem of her clothes, and said: "It's not easy to study, we have a book bag in the room, you go to her, let her teach You can read."

When talking about "book bag", there was a low-key smile in the corner of her eyes. Chunping tilted her head and looked at it warmly. With such an expression, the word "Li Shishi" did not need to be specified.

Chunping nodded, and went to look for Li Shishi as promised, and was about to go upstairs when she heard movement in the yard, so she poked her head out to have a look.Ah Yin sat under the newly moved plum tree, Erlang stretched his legs, and sat opposite Ah Luo, eating melon seeds.

The ghosts are shivering in the cold in winter, but this grandma doesn't like to stay indoors. There is still a section of powdered ankle exposed under the cheongsam, and a rouge-like plum petal rolls down from the gold-thread cheongsam and sticks to the hollow of her ankle. Li, trembled again and again.

Chunping stared at the petals she had shaken off, then glanced at her pink-faced face, and stood there hesitating to speak.

Ayin took a mouthful of melon seeds and said to her, "Speak up if you have something to say."

Chunping, however, chose another topic and glanced at the table: "What is this?"

A Yin turned her head and picked up the letter paper: "A letter from Tu Lao Yao. Oh, you don't recognize Tu Lao Yao, you should call Tu Lao Uncle. He said he would not go back, and he was going to find us."

"Go back?" Chunping was taken aback.

"We came from Shanghai." A Yin clenched his teeth together, rolled the fresh melon seeds on the tip of his tongue, chewed them a few times, and asked her again: "Shanghai, do you know?"

"I know." Chunping nodded, and frowned again after a while.

"I heard from you that you are not from the local area, but I never asked where you came from?" Ayin asked her as she took the smeared melon seed shell out of her palm and held it on her chest.

Chunping took a look at her bright red Koudan, and said after a while, "He's from Nanjing."

After walking for a long time, bumping the ox cart for a long time, and luckily meeting a group of Lu soldiers who were on their way, they finally arrived in Chongqing safely.As soon as he arrived, it was rainy, and he fainted for several days in the mountain temple outside the city. He opened his eyes and went into the city in the dark. After turning around, he found this courtyard.

"Guai Dao knows Shanghai." Ayin smiled, and patted the melon seed shells in the silk.

Chunping nodded, and the plum petals fell softly on the back of her neck. She moved her neck and said after a while, "Are you really going back to Shanghai?"

Ayin turned her head to look at her, and burst out laughing: "You little man, why are you always wrinkling your face like a mangy dog? What are you doing? Let's go, so we won't leave you behind. You see you smeared The old uncle knew that we didn't dislike the rascals, let alone the soft-skinned and tender little girl? You Ansheng put your heart in your stomach."

Chunping's tender brows moved slightly, as if the buds had broken through the ground, but there was no other 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. Get down, stare at A Yin's ankle, and whisper: "If you want to hurry, you can't wear it like this."

Ah Yin raised her eyebrows, Ah Luo raised her eyes, and saw the severely suppressed scars in Chunping's quiet pupils. Finally, she straightened her chin and pursed her lips, and turned her head into the room without saying a word.

"It's a godsend." With a piece of melon seed skin stuck to his chin, A Yin lazily lifted his waist.

After entering the room, she made up her mind and stepped upstairs. Li Shishi was indeed in the study, burning a furnace of white cardamom and sweet pine incense, and writing with his sleeves rolled up.She has loose hair today, and she is wearing a long white cheongsam, which is slightly wider. It is not as graceful as Ayin and Shijiu. Her waist is hollow and the front is not too abrupt. With her delicate wrist bones and the small mole on her neck, Wearing the cheongsam has a different sense of abstinence.

She raised her eyes to look at Chunping, her eyes were like playing a piano, slowly pressing down the strings that had been picked up just now, and rubbing them with her fingertips.

In this look, Chunping saw something different from Li Shiyi a few days ago, like a sleeping person lazily reaching out to put his sleepy nose against his sleepy nose, and then looking at you with half-awake eyes.

But this look was only for a moment, and Li Shiyi lowered his head again, and said in a calm tone, "Do you want to learn characters?"

Chunping was not surprised how she heard it, she just nodded and walked over to lean against the desk.

She didn't speak, and Li Shishi didn't have the intention of teaching actively, so he just let her watch carefully.

Today Li Shiyi practiced a thin golden body, with the wolf hair between his fingers, and he maintained a sense of thinness when walking.

"Pick a pen." After writing a word, Li Shixi stopped and motioned her to look at the pen holder on the table.

Chunping nodded, holding her breath and staring around, as if she was doing something very ceremonial. Li Shiyi smiled, picked a rabbit shoulder purple hair for her, raised her hand to add ink twice, and kissed Tried a few strokes.

Her side face is very beautiful, even though her gaze is cold, her rising and falling breath is warm like spring breeze.

Above the censer was distorted smoke, and the window sills cut off the distorted morning sun. Chunping crouched distortedly by the desk, carefully looking at Li Shizhong's extremely upright body.

She didn't raise her face, just stared at Li Shishi's writing hand, and suddenly asked, "Why are you treating me so well?"

She paused for a moment, then said in a low voice: "I don't know you."

She seldom said such hypocritical words, and now she also shrank her hands into her cuffs, stroking the fine stitches back and forth.

Li Shishi glanced at her with drooping eyelids, but he was not in a hurry to say anything. He just paused the pen in his hand and wrote a new line, writing the character "Ping" in the middle.

"Recognize it?" she asked softly.

Chunping shook her head.

Li Shishi's thin lips touched up and down: "Ping."

Chunping's heart skipped a beat, it was her name.

Li Shishi didn't explain too much, but only added three more words at the end, then put down the pen, looked at her and said, "We met by chance."

She smiled: "The fate of people and people all come from these four words."

Through the top of Chunping's short head, she thought of her unfavorable master, Ayin with a bow tie, Tu Laoyao who hugged her thigh and never let go, and finally Xiao Shijiu who grabbed her fingers.

There is no reason for the intersection of people, but the meeting is the reason.

After learning Chinese characters with Li Shishi for a few days, Chunping talked a lot more, and when she encountered something she didn't quite understand, she would chatter for half a day.It was getting dark early that night, and it was already dark at dinner time. While setting up the dishes, Ah Yin said to Chunping who was going downstairs, "Go, wash your hands!"

The chairs and stools were pulled gently, and everyone took their seats. Chunping came back from washing her hands and was about to serve a meal, but was startled when she saw the dishes on the table.

Ayin smiled and said, "The newly opened restaurant serves Nanjing cuisine. You can't go out to eat there. I'll bring it back. You can try it."

The crunchy and tender Jinling Roast Duck, the scallion-flavored mandarin fish with char-siu, the smooth duck blood vermicelli soup, the anchovy prawns with swaying tails, and the Qinhuai-flavored mandang are spread on the table, as if there is a small tune. The ground dripped out of the white porcelain cup bordered by gold thread.

Chunping sat down, held the rice with minimal movements, twirled it in the palm of her hand, and said, "I haven't eaten most of these."

Except for the duck blood vermicelli soup, it seems to have been eaten once.

Ayin gave her a piece of anchovy shrimp, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter whether you have eaten it or not, you are the only one from Nanjing, you decide whether it is authentic or not."

Chunping pursed her lips and smiled, squinted her eyes and nodded, swallowed the shrimp, and took another sip of rice.

It was so delicious that she couldn't help reaching out to pick up the second piece. After thinking about it, 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 in delivering rice a few more times.

After the cups and cups were over, the conversations of the people also became active. Seeing that everyone was enjoying the food, Ah Yin was happy that she had done a beautiful thing, so she said: "If you like eating, I will go back tomorrow. The boss said that he has several specialties." Vegetables, I only hate that I have a small stomach, and I can’t eat all of them in one sitting.”

When Ah Luo saw her asking for credit, he only smiled softly, and reached out to serve her a bowl of soup.

But Chunping said weakly, "Is there any Meiling porridge?"

"What porridge?" Ah Yin didn't understand.

Chunping whispered: "On the way to escape, I met a fellow villager. It is said that he used to be a cook in the Jinling Hotel. He was good at Meiling porridge. He said it was very delicious. on."

She was still not used to begging for anything from others, so she was so embarrassed that she hid her face in the soup bowl before she finished speaking.

"If you want to eat, I'll ask tomorrow. The name is Ersheng, which one is the most beautiful? Which age? You talk to me, so as not to make mistakes." Ayin said.

Chunping then raised her head and said, "It's Mrs. Song's name."

"I heard from the fellow that Mrs. Song has a bad appetite, so she ordered the kitchen to make this porridge. It is very sweet and appetizing. Afterwards, it spread and it was named Meiling."

A Yin blinked, and the more she listened, the more confused she became: "Mrs. Song? Which Mrs. Song? Mrs. Sun?"

Chunping was also suspicious, and shook her head, "Mrs. Meiling, Chairman Jiang's wife."

Ayin smiled sheepishly, and took Ah Luo's soup: "I didn't know there was such a wife." Chairman Jiang didn't know which chairman it was.

She has never liked to read books and newspapers, and she is a bit ignorant and ignorant after thinking about it.

But Li Shiyi, who had been silent all this time, raised his head, looked at Chunping and said, "What kind of battle are you fighting when you come from Nanjing? Who is fighting?"

When Chunping met her eyes, her heart skipped a beat, she moistened her lips and said, "You devil."

"Jap."

Li Shishi's breathing was out of control for a second, and his voice was slightly lowered: "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.