Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan) - Chapter 12

“I’m going with Ayin. But,” Li Shiyi glanced at Song Shiji. “I’ll leave in two days.”

According to the growth situation of Song Jiu, he will be able to become an adult in a few days, and his body shape will not change much by then, and he will not need so many clothes and socks.

However, Song Jiu looked at her anxiously, and bowed his head sadly.

Li Shiyi looked at her unclearly, she squeezed her fist and hammered the back of Li Shiyi’s hand hard without speaking.

After Ah Chun said goodbye and confessed a few words with Ah Yin, Li Shiyi led Song Shiji to the house.

Song Nineteen rarely clamored to lead her, but silently pulled the shoes behind him, and carefully pushed the toe caps while walking.

Li Shiyi turned around to look at her, she wanted to say a few more times, and whispered: “Are you trying to say, I am older, you don’t need to take me?”

Li Shiyi was very surprised, raised his brows for a while and didn’t let them go, then shook his head: “No.”

Song Jiu observed her expression for a while, and it was obvious that he was not convinced. Li Shiyi raised his hand and took off the tree leaf that was accidentally on her braid, but did not take it back, and dropped his four fingers on it. On her chest.

“My mother didn’t say that.” Li Xi said.

Song Jiu glanced at her, then glanced at her again, then pursed his small mouth, handed it over to grab her, and swayed back home.

In the early morning of the next two days, the chicken had just croaked, and the old yellow dog next door barked Tu Laoyao to the front of Li Shiyi’s gate. Song Shijiu disappeared early in the morning, and only Li Shiyi was left. Arranging the bed alone, seeing the youngest Tu Yao, she lazily greeted her. The youngest member Tu didn’t speak much, put his breakfast on the table, pulled the towel over his shoulders and splashed the water, and brushed the inside and outside of Li Shiyi’s house.

Li Shiyi washed his hands and sat down at the table, and asked him, “Which one is this?”

The youngest Tu said: “Your ex-child gave my mother-in-law the wages. We went out and didn’t make a profit. I know.”

Li Shiyi clamped a few crispy pickled radishes, and said, “If the painting is done, it will only be a lot more.”

Tu’s youngest boy bent over and babbled on the ground: “I’m not very polite. My mother-in-law took the money. She was happy. There are many places to spend money in the house, so I won’t give it away. Only the same, from now on to your house. I have taken care of the work. You just take me with you and don’t have to give extra foreign bills. Although I have nothing to do, I can cook a meal and make a strength, which is better than those of your ladies——Yesterday’s Qing My sister-in-law said, you’re taking the job again, don’t you?”

The younger sister-in-law didn’t know what she was doing, and after hearing a few words vaguely, what kind of business it was after all.

Li Shiyi was about to answer, but he heard Aunt Zhang’s loud voice from outside: “Eleven, are you there?”

Li Shiyi replied, wiped his mouth with a towel, and went out of the yard to see. Aunt Zhang was crouching with his jacket open and pulling off the heel shoes. Her normal bun was messy at the moment, and her face was messy. Sweat. There is an old hen with a stubborn baby at her feet, and a stubborn Song nineteen on the left hand side.

Aunt Zhang saw Li Shiyi coming out, smiled and greeted a few words, choked with a gasp, then pointed to the hen and said, “Your cousin came over the yard wall today and caught the chicken in my cage.”

She deliberately replaced the word “stealing” with “catch”, but she didn’t feel any sullen expression on her face.

Li Shiyi closed his eyes, tucked an incredible look into his eyes, then looked at Song Shiji, tilted his head and singled out his right eyebrow.

Song Jiu blinked twice, his face was natural, and there was no wind or rain.

Aunt Zhang didn’t want to listen to other family’s legal cases. She only kicked the hen who had nothing to live on. She smiled and said, “It’s always alive all day long, and it always lays a few eggs a day. I don’t know if I can still play in the future?”

The words were neither far nor near. Li Shiyi could understand. He took out a few pieces of ocean and handed it to Aunt Zhang. He leaned against his body and said no. Aunt Zhang pushed back and accepted it. Staying in the yard, leaving with his hair closed.

Li Shiyi glanced at Song Shijiu, snorted softly at the end of his nose, and he turned his head and walked into the house without saying a word.

Song Nine-three rushed up in two steps, followed behind and wandered around: “You won’t hit me?”

“What are you doing?” Li Shixi drooped his eyes, “Am I your father?”

If it is, it must be a mother. Song Nineteen paused and mumbled while thinking. Seeing that she was unhappy, he chased her in front of her: “You just turned over some ancient books in Chang’an these past two days and ignored me…”

She stopped suddenly, tilted her face and closed her chin, and asked Li Shiyi suspiciously: “What is this? What are you doing?”

She stretched out her hand and gingerly compared it to Li Shi’s mouth.

Li Shiyi’s smile stiffened, his thin lips pursed, and asked her, “What?”

“What’s your expression just now?” Song Nineteen covered his lips with his four fingers, and his big eyes rolled strangely in a small circle.

Li Shiyi frowned: “You mean, laugh?”

Song Nineteen bit his lower lip: “Your appearance is called a laugh?”

“Why? Haven’t you seen it?” Li Shixi folded her arms. Although she was cold, she didn’t know that she had never smiled.

Song Jiu pondered for a while, and said, “You used to laugh like this.” She twitched the corners of her mouth indifferently.

“You were just like that.” She piled up lying silkworms happily, with deep smiles and shining teeth.

Li Shiyi was stunned, and then widened the corners of his mouth amusingly: “The youngest Tu Yao is grinning every day, haven’t you seen it?”

Song Nineteen shook his head, bit his lip, and said earnestly: “The youngest one is not good-looking like that, but you are good-looking like this.”

After she finished speaking, she also smiled like Li Shiyi, her apricot eyes narrowed, and the corners of her mouth raised high.

Li Shiyi felt very interesting, stretched out her index finger to hold the corner of her mouth, and gently lifted it up.

“Chuck, chuck.” Song Jiu’s smile froze on her lips, she didn’t dare to drop her eyelashes and glanced at Li Shi’s finger, suddenly a strange illusion came into being. Suddenly, she felt that she had lived for many, many years, boring and terrible.

She was still too young to accommodate this broad sense of emptiness. Fortunately, the feeling was only a moment, and when Li Shixi withdrew his hand and stepped into the threshold, she suddenly disappeared.

Three days later, Ah Yin came to the door. She walked into the yard with her stiletto and high heels wrapped in a cloak like a water snake. In the yard, a girl and a half shook her head and endorsed a book, dark red jacket and blue and black cotton trousers, knees. The place was whitish after washing, and it was still a red hair rope from when he was a teenager, with a thick braid tied to the side.

The girl was fourteen five years old, because she hadn’t put black ash on her face before she got up early, and she had just washed her face, her shiny white skin was covered with peach-like hairs, and she had protruding eyebrows, and she was so jealous. .

A Yin sighed, touched the fine powder on her cheek, and greeted Song Jiu unhappily.

However, Song Nineteen was furious, replied indiscriminately, and then frowned and began to recite the book.

Tu Laoyao was still sweeping in the house. While repairing the broom, he listened to Li Shiyi’s introduction of some introductory knowledge. Seeing Ayin came, he asked her if she had eaten.

Ayin said, “I didn’t move a few of the food in the restaurant. Is there any goat’s milk? Warm up a bowl for me.”

The youngest Tuo said yes, so he got up and fired. After a while, a bowl of hot goat’s milk was put on the table, and the youngest Tu Yao had some more, and he greeted Song Jiu who was outside to come in and drink.

Song Jiu put down his book and walked in without washing his hands. He raised his leg and hooked the bench over with a clattering sound, causing Li Shixi to frown.

“What are you doing?” The youngest Tu Yao asked Li Shiyi with his mouth open.

Li Shiyi shook his head, not knowing why.

Seeing Li Shiyi shook his head and took a sip of goat’s milk, Song Jiu’s tears fell down, his little nose twitched, as if he was so wronged that he didn’t want to live. Ayin was so frightened that he put down the bowl, put his arms around her shoulders, and asked her: “What? Which **** bullied you?”

Song Nineteen choked and shook his head, then he leaned on Ah Yin’s shoulder and weeped. Ah Yin patted her back and coaxed, and it took a while to hear her cry intermittently: “I want to eat sheep when I wake up in the morning. They didn’t give me milk, but now that you are here, I have a cup anyhow.”

Li Shiyi said: “You got up in the morning and ate two bowls of porridge, three steamed buns and a small fried bun.”

Song Nineteen cried even more sadly: “You think I ate too much, don’t you? I just picked it up. Father doesn’t love her or loves his mother, so it’s always the same.”

Where does this start again? Li Shiyi was stunned, and exchanged glances with Tu Laoyao. Tu Laoyao shrank his neck and returned to the bench to concentrate on repairing the broom. He occasionally glanced back at the person at the dinner table with slick eyes.

Seeing that Li Shiyi had no response, Song Jiu became even more annoyed. He turned his head out of the room as soon as he set aside the bowl, ran to the corner of the yard and wiped his tears to continue reading.

Li Shiyi held his forehead with a headache, but saw Ah Yin biting his nails thoughtfully, dusting his shoulders soaked in Song nineteen’s tears, and said to Li Shishi: “Do you remember, the last two years? We met a foreign priest from the United States and talked to us for a long time.”

“I said that there was someone named Huo, and I wrote a notebook. The symptoms in it were the same as her. I laughed and cried for a while, as if called…”

“Adolescence.” Li Xidao.

The author has something to say:

“Huo or something, I wrote a book.” Refers to Stanley Hall’s “Adolescence” (1904). After 1920, Yang Xianjiang introduced Hall’s theory to China.