Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

Tianjin Wei is very peculiar. The western style of opening a port and the sea-hunting and cross-talk are really combined. Fatong has the scent of twists, coupled with the golden and crispy fried sugar pie, and the old Jin Wei squatted in the street. Bian’er is too early, depending on whether you recognize it or not, a smile is a “sister.”

After finally coming back, Ayinyang took Li Shiyi and the youngest member to live with her in Tianjin Wei for a few days, renting a small western-style house, and taking a sip of the fragrant black coffee every morning, and a bite of the youngest one and a half line. The Goubuli steamed buns bought this hour, and then listened to the drama by the balcony, Ayin sighed comfortably at Sai Shen.

The youngest Tu was very uncomfortable with coffee. Don’t talk about the mouth, even if he couldn’t smell it, he yelled a headache as soon as he approached. Li Shixi came to a can of Guzhang Maojian. He liked it very much. He was extremely precious. Gu Ayin sneered at her with a sneer, for fear that she would be poisoned again inadvertently.

Three or five days later, everyone returned to Beijing. Tu Laoyao stepped into the boundaries of Forty-Nine City and sniffed it first. The familiar smell evoked the homesickness he had never felt before, and he sighed several times.

Li Shiyi rented two rickshaws to lead Ayin and Tu’s youngest member to the restaurant, but Tu’s youngest member was worried about the mother-in-law at home and parted ways.

He paid for the car himself, but didn’t go home, he just walked around, and squatted on the side of the road worrying with both hands.

He can see that Li Shiyi’s style is not ordinary wealth. In the old days, he kept the cigarette stand in a dusty manner, and he had an ugly appearance, looking at the appearance of a petty citizen, but Follow it carefully, but it’s not like that. This time, the sale was confiscated. Instead, dozens of ocean tickets were posted for the same room money, and the cat-shit coffee was too expensive.

Li Shiyi didn’t care with Ayin, but his youngest Tu was so poor that he didn’t earn a few dollars when he went out, but… he covered the ticket that he still had in his pocket, and didn’t know how to go home. How did the mother-in-law say that she would share the money for the car with Li Xi.

Youngest Tuo looked at the pedestrians passing by for a while, and screamed out of hunger. After thinking about it, he still went home, money, earn money.

When I got home, it was still a short fence, and it was still a leaky yard. The lady was hanging her clothes in the yard. She was not surprised when she saw him, she just said to him: “Go, wash your hands. , Put the burden aside, the rice is inside.”

With a “heap”, the youngest Tuo stepped forward to look at his wife’s belly, how it looked a little smaller than remembered, and after two more conversations, he went into the house for dinner with her.

He took a couple of mouthfuls, and he didn’t want to procrastinate, so he said straight to the point: “My trip…”

“What did you do this time? You earned so much?” The wife said as she scooped the soup.

“Earn, earn?” Tu’s youngest boy stammered.

The daughter-in-law smiled and said, “The girl from the Li family sent me the paid wages. I didn’t dare to move. I put it on the stove, but it was too heavy.”

The youngest Tuyao took a mouthful of rice stalks in his throat, turned his face to look at the newspaper-wrapped square on the stovetop, startled.

The hutongs of Sijiucheng are always noisy. The storyteller is a gavel. The ridiculous statement went from the Tang and Song dynasties to the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The change of the Xuanwu Gate was talked about seven or eight hundred times. The porter carrying a pole, and the wives holding the young children, squeezed their mouths to look inside. It was said that the opposite was a tea shop with hot soup. A Yin thought that the tea soup in the restaurant was not good, so he took Li Shiyi to this restaurant again.

The thick bench with wide thighs was short by one foot, and it was swaying back and forth. The calf wearing cotton shoes has a slightly slender appearance, and the white ankles are inadvertently exposed, showing a pale pink in the cold winter. The ankle bone of her fits beautifully on the sides of the recessed Achilles tendon, shining brightly in the warm sun.

The half-sized hands were on the side of the bench, Song Jiu swayed from the corner of the stool, and the old lady at the tea stand hurriedly came forward and said with a smile: “My girl, don’t shake it, beware of falling. NS.”

The girl in front of me is about ten years old, with thick braids tied with a red rope, her dark face seems to be smeared with soot, her facial features are very marked, her nose and eyebrows are raised, a pair of sandalwood mouth and pink, the most attractive Exceeding those eyes, the round apricot eyes, but the tail of the eyes is protruding upward like a phoenix, the distinct eyelashes cover the full and bright black eyeballs, and there is an uncivilized style in innocence.

The opposite Ayin smiled and said, “Sister-in-law, it doesn’t matter. If it breaks, someone will pay for it.”

She looked at Li Shixi with a smile, a jade hand on her cheek.

Li Shiyi did not speak up, but raised his hand to hold the swaying bench.

The sister-in-law said, “It was a girl from the eleven family, but I have never seen it before.”

Li Shiyi said: “Sister of my cousin’s house, nineteen.”

“It sounds like it’s a family.” Qingsao smiled, wiped her hands on her apron, and turned her head to watch the tea. Just after she moved her steps, she remembered something idle, and asked Li Eleven: “Eleven, Haven’t you been in a stall these few days?”

“Something has happened these days, the cigarette stall has been closed. Why?”

“I heard my man say that there is a lady looking for you, waiting by your cigarette stand every day.” Qingsao said.

Li Shiyi frowned. Qing’s wife is used to observing her words and colors. Ordinary people call “girl”. If “Miss” is used, it must have some background. Li Shiyi thanked Qingsao, exchanged a few glances with Ayin, and led Song Jiu to the alley where he usually went out.

Song Nineteen followed. In order to prevent her from getting longer, the shoes were a little too big and could not hang on the heels, so they dragged them as soon as they left, making her follow them very reluctantly. Seeing Li Shiyi walking very neatly with long legs, she was upset, and simply stopped, biting her lip in aggrieved manner.

Li Shiyi heard no movement behind him, turned his head to look at her, Song Shiji raised his face and asked her, “Are you not holding me?”

Ayin leaned against the lamppost on the side of the street, shaking her silk to watch the excitement.

Li Shiyi said: “I’m ten years old, don’t hold it anymore.”

But she only lived for a few days. Song Nineteen was not convinced: “Who said that?”

“My mother.”

Song nineteen had no choice, stretched out his hand to grab Li Shiyi’s sleeve, followed her step by step, and didn’t know if it was an illusion, Li Shiyi seemed to slow down, making her walk less strenuously.

At the entrance of the alley, I saw a girl waiting there from a distance. At a glance, Li Shiyi understood why Qingsao’s expression was so complicated just now. This girl is holding an umbrella made of ivory bone on a sunny winter day. The handle is full of carved peonies. The surface of the umbrella is pure black satin. There is nothing else. She was wearing a light blue dress with a dress, an expensive coat made of cashmere, and her pale wrists emerged from the sheepskin gloves.

Li Shiyi stepped forward slowly, the young lady seemed to recognize her, turned and put down the umbrella: “Mr. Female.”

She wore a fashionable foreign hat diagonally, with a black grid covering half of her face.

Li Shiyi has seen a lot of people of all kinds, and the rich beauty is not new, but there is no one who is as graceful and luxurious as the person in front of him, revealing the natural atmosphere of heaven, and the grid that wants to refuse and welcome is on her face. Shadows are drawn on the top, with a sense of taboo like a taboo.

But her lips were bloodless, and even her pupils were as indifferent as they faded.

She said: “I have something on my mind.”

Li Shiyi thought for a while: “Go to the tea shop, sit down and talk.”

The small water column washed the tea soup and changed its color. The Xuanwu Gate hadn’t finished yet. The girl listened quietly and said, “My name is Achun.”

Her unvoiced voice is very pleasant, with the old Fei Li and Wen Shu.

“I have a knot in my heart that makes me toss and turn, and I feel depressed all day long. I can’t remember what it is. I only know that it’s underground and in the coffin.”

Ah Chun spoke slowly, so slowly that the sadness between her eyebrows became more disturbing: “I searched for the local gentleman warlocks, they are useless. I heard that the descendants of the North and South factions are all in Peking, so they came here not far away. Asking Mr. to go down to the grave and open the coffin is a matter of my mind.”

Li Shiyi’s fingers circled around the table unconsciously. Ah Yin moved his tail finger by Ah Chun’s hand and moved it back silently. Eleven’s eyes flew, silent: “Ghost.”

“I am.” A Chun said softly and nodded.

“People are not real people, and money is real money.” A Chun took out a house deed.

“You can’t say far, where is it?” Li Shiyi asked her.

“Xi’an.”

A Chun looked at the people listening to the book in the restaurant, her eyes long and deep.

“Chang’an, my…homeland.”

The author has something to say:

“Daming Palace Ci”: The world is ups and downs, impermanent and ruthless, and it is difficult to find peace in my life.