Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

Only half of the way was walked, but suddenly the heavy rain poured down, like a splash, blocking the two of them halfway. Li Shiyi and Song Shijiu hid under a lush old elm tree, their clothes were soaked wet and wrapped in cold.

Song Nineteen looked at the gurgling water nest on the ground, and looked at the sky with his probe: “It was still a sunny day, but it’s really weird.”

When the head became hot, she retracted her neck and saw Li Shiyi buckle her hat on her head expressionlessly.

Song Nineteen raised his hand and held his hat, touching and touching like a watermelon in his palm.

The two are facing each other in difficulty, but there is a long and short whistle from not far away, as if they are looking for some cub, the voice is getting closer, it is a very simple tarpaulin umbrella, under the umbrella stands a long and short whistle. A woman of nearly forty years old, with single eyelids cut off her shoulders, and nothing dazzling on her face, except that her nose is well-groomed, the center is straight again, the tip of her nose is slightly tilted, and it’s wet with a little bit of rain.

When the visitor saw Li and Song, he was taken aback for a moment, released his hand holding the skirt, and stretched his five fingers to stroke the folds. Taking advantage of his time to look at the two, he laughed: ” Two girls, were they blocked by the rain?”

Li Shixi did not answer, and Song Shiji nodded.

The woman’s voice was familiar and enthusiastic, and her smile was just right and kind. Seeing Song Jiu’s answer, she came forward, made a gesture of looking at the sky, and tilted the umbrella towards Song Jiu slightly: “It’s raining too much. If I stay under this tree, I’m afraid it will be soaked. It’s not far from my house, a mile to the east. It’s not like I’m going to shelter from the rain and twist my clothes.”

Under the rain curtain, her words were intermittent, but what was uninterrupted was the thoughtfulness in the words. Song Jiu blinked twice and looked up at Li Shi. Li Shiyi’s eyelashes were covered with water, just like that. Looking at her, she seemed to judge that she couldn’t help resisting the wind and rain.

Song nineteen sneezed at the right time.

Li Shiyi retracted his gaze and patted Song Shiji on the shoulder to signal her to hide under the umbrella, and smiled at the woman: “Thank you.”

The umbrella is not big enough to hold two people. Li Shiyi followed, lowered his head slightly, exposing most of his body to the rain, Song Jiu wanted to pull her in, and he wanted to take off his hat for her. , But she was gently pressed on the back of her head, silently and gently stopping her movement.

Song Nineteen peeped at her, she always hooked her neck habitually, the rain dripped down her jaw, she wiped it carelessly, her eyes narrowed a little, and her nose twitched lightly.

I don’t know why, Song Jiu’s heart seemed to be pricked by a needle. The needle was soaked in vinegar for three days and three nights. It was sour and painful that she couldn’t speak.

I don’t know how many times Li Shiyi walked in the rain carelessly in the past, with mud splashes on the trouser legs, cloth shoes stepped into the water, and I don’t know what kind of hardship she has gone through to keep her unhappy. His face has a sincere heart that is more meticulous than anyone else.

Thinking of this, she was very sad. She secretly stretched out her hand and hooked Li Shiyi’s little finger. Li Shiyi shrank instinctively, but Song Shiji clenched her cold fingers tightly. Refused to let go.

She felt the stiffness and tension gradually relaxed in her palms, and she hung lifelessly, seeming helpless and indulging.

Less than one mile away, I saw the woman’s farmyard. The yard was not level. Half of the rain accumulated on the root of the wall. The woman handed the umbrella to Song Shiji, and walked quickly to take the place in the standing water. The low stool was fished out, and another dustpan was taken out of the water, and trot to put it under the eaves. Then he took out the key and opened the door, and invited Li Shiyi and Song Shiji in.

The room was small and clean. There were piles of agricultural objects and a machine woven with half a cloth. The woman picked up a few times, made room for the two to sit down, and then went into the back room to look for it. They took a clean silk kerchief for them to wipe, and kept boiling a pot of hot water. Then they entered the house to change clothes and came out cleanly.

“It’s done by twisting the water on the ground.” She wiped her loose hair and smiled.

Li Shiyi still asked for a wooden bucket, let Song Shijiu stand aside, stretched out his hand to twist the hem for her, and then motioned to her to take it and wring the clothes dry accordingly. Song Nineteen twisted and asked the woman: “How do you call Auntie?”

The woman ordered a charcoal basin and grilled it hot nearby. She also sat opposite herself, put her hands on her, and said with a smile: “Call me Yanniang.”

“Yan Niang.” Song Jiu Qiao smiled vigorously, with wet hair and wet eyes, looking pretty tight.

Seeing her like this, Yan Niang naturally liked her, and went into the kitchen to scoop out the hot water. The cup was not enough, so she filled it in a coarse porcelain bowl and handed it to her to drink.

Song Nineteen took it, warming up, making her shiver with her neck.

Yan Niang handed Li Shiyi a bowl again, but only focused on Song Jiu and asked her, “How old is the girl?”

how old are you? Song Nineteen didn’t say it well by himself. He was thinking about it. Hearing Li Shiyi said: “Nineteen.”

It’s so good-looking to tell nonsense, Song Jiu put his chin to look at her.

Yan Niang smiled and nodded, and then asked her: “What is the last name?”

“Nineteen.” Li Shiyi said again.

Song Nineteen Zhang’s mouth had not yet been closed, and Yan Niang was taken aback for a moment, and then still smiled, and continued to ask, “Are you ready to marry?”

Li Shiyi raised his eyes, and there was a slight frown between his eyebrows.

Yan Niang was startled by the look in her eyes, and after a while she withdrew apologetically, and said, “It’s me who offended. Don’t worry, Miss Nineteen.”

“It’s just because I used to be a mediator. When I see a girl of the right age, I usually ask a few words.” She was a little embarrassed, but didn’t put the embarrassment on her face. Li Shiyi understood the closeness and obedience on her face. Where did it come from? It’s the tongue meal in the end, and the speech is always beautiful.

The rain was getting stronger and stronger outside, and even the half-human thick trees were bent over, the plantain was knocked to the ground, and the torn leaves were unable to withstand the raindrops of thousands of horses. Yan Niang glanced out of the window, as if she was a little worried and worried about the presence of guests in the house. She sighed, and simply bought a wooden basin from the kitchen and brought it to the table while picking vegetables. Talk to Li Eleven and Song Nineteen.

Song Nineteen had only seen a matchmaker in the book before. He always thought it was a red face on his forehead and a fan inviting three inches of tongue. He was very talkative and exquisite. I didn’t want Yan Niang to be hot, but she didn’t talk a lot. , Especially the appearance of sitting and choosing vegetables, unexpectedly gave birth to some calmness.

She raised her chin and asked her: “You only have one cup in your room, and the bowl is not a complete set. Usually, there is only one person?”

Yan Niang said: “No.”

“Aren’t you afraid of being alone?” Song Jiu asked again.

“What are you afraid of?” Yan Niang smiled, “I used to see a lot of people of all colors, but now it’s clean in this mountain.”

Song Jiu nodded in agreement, but listened to Li Shiyi clearing his throat and saying, “Is this one person unmarried?”

Yan Niang Qiqiao Linglongxin understood her meaning without having to say anything, and smiled: “The girl who hasn’t been out of the pavilion, how can I protect the matchmaker? I originally agreed to someone else’s, but my husband died before I passed the door. It’s vain. The name of a widow.”

She stroked the selected vegetables, placed them neatly one by one, and said: “It stands to reason that my widow is in trouble, and ordinary people don’t dare to ask me for it. It is also the grandpa who eats the food. The marriage of Ms. Zhao from the North Mihang District has gradually gained some fame.”

Li Shiyi’s suspicions were all eliminated by a single sentence, but it was not obvious, and it was still the same as usual, and it was nothing to talk about.

Song 19 was blushing and curious about the marriage and matchmaking. Seeing the sky of the gray crow and crow, he couldn’t walk left or right. He simply became a female student and asked one by one about hiring, exchanging gifts, welcoming relatives, and accepting favors. Yan Niang saw that she was cute and clever, and she hadn’t spoken to someone for a long time, so she answered them patiently and in detail.

The white water gradually dissipated the heat in the bowl, and there was dust leaning on it. Li Shiyi put the bowl down and heard Song Shijiu ask: “You have done so many mediators, and everything is done? Are there any?”

“How can it be there?” Yan Niang brought in the vegetable bowl, grabbed a handful of dried red dates, and put the silk on the table, asking Song Jiu to eat.

Song Nineteen picked one, blew the ashes on his head, squeezed halfway, and asked her, “What’s the reason?”

She was a little afraid that she would not be able to marry Li Shiyi as she wished, so she had to avoid all the taboos of ordinary people.

“There are all kinds of reasons.” Yan Niang couldn’t get down, she twisted the embroidery needles and wiped her hair, her eyes sinking into memories.

“It’s just one, it’s very strange.”