Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan) - Chapter 13

To leave tomorrow, Li Shixi and others carefully looked at the route. They took a train from Beiping to Zhengzhou, and then went west from Zhengzhou to Shaanzhou, and then took a ferry from Shaanzhou to Tongguan and disembarked, and then sent them to Xi’an by car. Li Shiyi had some calculations, but it took six or seven days on the way.

The youngest Tuo made trouble in the sound of the clappers as the night fell. He just boasted that he wanted to go with her in the wind and rain, but he was a little worried about the mother-in-law at home.

Ayin said: “The journey is far away, are you going?”

The masculine husband said nothing but the youngest Tu’s gritted teeth: “Go.”

Li Shiyi glanced at him and said to him: “I accepted the house given by Achun. It has a good location and a transparent layout. The furniture and decorations are all available. If it is getting colder today, there is a leak in your yard. Let your daughter-in-law move in, and I will ask a few more sweeping ladies to take care of it. Nothing can go wrong.”

Tu Laoyao moaned his lips several times, and again, Li Shixi looked down at the map: “The house is big, and the east and west courtyards are empty, and the west is left for Ah Yin.”

Ayin grinned, although she might not have lived for a few days, it was hard for her to think about it.

“It’s good, it’s just,” Tu Laoyao said sadly, “that house is a thank you gift for everything. If it doesn’t, how good?”

Ayin Liu’s eyebrows are erected: “Auntie is going out, can there be anything wrong?”

Li Shiyi said, “If it doesn’t succeed, it will be taken. The current situation is not good, and the house is not considered the most valuable.”

Although she has some savings, it is also a windfall. She has never paid much attention to clothing, food, shelter and transportation. She is comfortable for one person and one hospital. Now it is different. She looked at Song Nineteen, who was on the side of Jiu Lianhuan. She was getting older and couldn’t always squeeze a bed with her. The small room seemed not big enough. Besides, the neighbors and neighborhoods all around were familiar faces. Son, Song 19 looks like a day. It’s only a few days now. I haven’t had a few face-to-face meetings. But it will inevitably be suspicious for a long time, so it’s better to move.

She considered a lot, but she didn’t say anything, and there was really no need to confide.

But when Song Jiu glanced over, met her gaze, and slowly sat down at the table, and asked her: “East courtyard is the youngest one, Xi courtyard is Ayin, what about me?”

Where have you been Song Nineteen since childhood?

Li Shiyi paused and took a sip of tea: “It’s OK to live with Ayin, and it’s OK to live with me.”

Song Jiu pursed his lips and smiled sweetly: “I live with you by myself.”

Li Shiyi squinted at her, and the corner of her mouth faintly raised: “It wasn’t picked up, and it wasn’t something that was disgusting.”

“I’ve said something like this?” Song 19 was taken aback.

Ayin Jianzi covered her mouth and chuckled. The face of the little girl in April’s Tianyue appeared one after another like a monkey play, and it became unstoppable.

After Li Shiyi and Tu’s youngest confessed, Tu’s youngest was ready to go home to clean up, and then listened to Li Shiyi: “If you have red eggs in your house, prepare a few.”

“What do you want the red egg for?” Tu was puzzled.

Li Shiyi lowered her eyelashes and thought for a while: “She will be an adult in a few days, maybe on the road, there is nothing good.” She didn’t know what to give her, thinking about it, thinking that Song Shiji once had a baby in the neighborhood. Red eggs given at the time.

A Yin was taken aback for a moment, then glanced at Song Jiu, still with the usual three-point smile on the corner of his mouth.

Song Jiu was also startled, and then he leaned forward softly, hugged Li Shi’s arm, leaned his head on her shoulder, and whispered, “You treat me very well.”

She didn’t know what the sourness in her heart was. In short, it was comfortable and uncomfortable, warm and painful. She thought about it and said, “When I grow up, I will marry you.”

Ayin laughed out loud with a “poof”, and the youngest Tuo sobbed his throat with joy. Two girls, what nonsense are you talking about?

Li Shiyi closed his jaw and pulled his arm out of her embrace, without a glance at her: “It’s not necessary.”

Song Nineteen puffed her cheeks and gave her a pity, and sat on the side sulking.

Ayin patted both hands and bent over with a smile: “I’ve been watching this play today, and it’s more interesting than the one in that corner. Sister, I’ll be back now. See you at West Station tomorrow morning. .”

There are many more people in West Railway Station today than the previous two days. Youngest Tu has experience this time and squeezed into the car with large bags, but he did not expect Ah Chun to pack a whole section of first-class carriages, one wide. The bed, the marble table top, the Western-style solid wood decoration with dark green small foreign lamps, the beaded rope pulls, the light turns on, and pulls it again, and then goes out. Youngest Tuo tilted his head and looked at him for a long time. He had only seen the electric light once, or it was in Li Shi’s warehouse. After studying for a long time this time, he asked Ah Yin: “Here, what is kerosene? Woolen cloth?”

The train started, the youngest Tuo took care of his luggage, then strolled around, and came back to happily said: “You can’t think of it. It’s a strange place here. It’s like a foreign shopping mall. There is a living room on the left and a tavern on the right. There is black soup that Ah Yin loves to eat.”

Ayin knew that it was a fashionable Western-style bar, and he didn’t care about it either, only smiling and holding a silk fan.

It was strange that in only half a day, everyone was sleepy in the regular rhythm of the train, and the night was splashed with ink, and the stars like streaming fire glittered and shimmered outside the window, reflected on the transparent glass, and one star turned into two.

Ah Chun didn’t like to talk, just sat silently, and couldn’t sleep at night. Listening to the faint snoring of Tu’s youngest member, he walked to the reception room alone, leaning against the window and looking at the waning moon outside.

Li Shiyi put on clothes and pushed the door in. Seeing that her profile was hazy to illusory in the dark moonlight, her hair curled up during the day was scattered, and she lay on her graceful back gently. There was no wind in the carriage. The ends of her hair flew lightly, strange and magnificent.

A Chun turned her face, still whitish lips, and called her: “Mr. Female.”

“Call me eleven.” Li eleven said.

“Eleventh.” A Chun’s voice was as soft as frost coming. “The rain breaks and it is slightly cool. I had a dream eleven years ago.”

“This feeling has become a remembrance, scattered mandarin ducks.” Li Shiyi said silently.

“Since I saw you, I knew that you could help me.” Achun raised his hand to support me. “You said, the moon today is the same moon as before? If I look at the moon, I can see Old man?”

Li Shiyi smiled and shook his head without answering.

“But, I don’t even know who I am, and where did my old acquaintance come from?” Ah Chun’s voice seemed to come from outside of the car, much slower than others, with the clear mellowness of Yelu.

Li Shiyi thought: “What are you looking for if you let me go?”

“Bone.” Achun said, looking at her with waves of eyes, “My bones.”

Li Shiyi moved his lips and listened to Ah Chun again: “I have lie there for many years without a coffin or a monument. I don’t know who I am. I want to know who I am.”

The iron door opened and closed. Li Shixi turned his face to see Ah Yin wearing a champagne-colored silk nightgown, clasping his belt loosely, curling hair in one hand and a cigarette in the other, leaning lazily against the door. side.

“Ayin.” Li Shiyi nodded.

Ayin squinted and smiled, sultry and charming, and Kuan Kuan came over and said softly: “Fengyue, beautiful lady, it is very interesting.”

Li Shiyi got used to her nonsense, and did not say hello. Hearing Ah Chun nodded and greeted with Ah Yin, he fell into a misty silence again.

Ayin took another cigarette, and the ashes fell into the tea cup. Li Shiyi said, “Since you are here, you might as well take a look for Girl Achun.”

“I won’t come, and you won’t call me either.” Ayin laughed.

Ah Chun turned her face and looked at Li Shi half of her eyes, and then stretched out her right hand towards Ah Yin. The bluish veins were clearly visible on her white wrist. She lowered her chin, and her beautiful eyes fixedly looked at Ah Yin: “You have trouble. Mrs. Female.”

Ayin put out the smoke, raised her hand to loosen her palm, and quickly let go, and smiled: “I am Mogu, not a pulse diagnosis.”

A Chun was taken aback, pursed her lips and smiled faintly.

The train tirelessly swallows white fog, like a tireless beast, just running against the wind, regardless of the end, and nowhere. The night is its roaring horn, which amplifies the sound of Ula Ula and places it in the human cochlea.

The thin sweat on Ah Yin’s head came out again, with the scent of lavender, she let go of Ah Chun, who was paler, sniffed and sat back on the chair, closing her eyes to calm her mind. His left hand unconsciously picked up the cigarette that he had just smoked halfway through, and then slammed the pestle vigorously.

“What are her unfinished words?” Li Shiyi asked her.

Ah Yin’s eyes opened small, tired and at a loss.

“She said—just a little bit, just a little bit.”

The author has something to say:

“Picking Mulberry·Xie Family Courtyard”: This love has become a remembrance on its own, and mandarin ducks are scattered. It’s a little cool after the rain. I had a dream eleven years ago.