Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

The folded paper umbrella leaned against the wall, smearing irregular water marks, as if fighting with the rain for days, bleeding exhausted at the moment. The heat on the table is the best salvation, enough to pity hungry night travelers.

The people in the room sat at a table and looked at the villain in front of them curiously. The clothes on her body were changed to Song Nineteen’s big jacket, the long sleeves were rolled up layer after layer, and the face was struck by a towel, but it appeared a little white and tender. The damp braids have not been removed, they are only wrapped in cotton cloth to absorb water. She was extremely thin, her wrist bones protruding like jagged stones, she was sitting with her shoulders shrunk, silently looking at the bone broth scented in front of her nose.

In the silent rain, her throat moved, she swallowed with a grunt, and it rang with her hungry belly.

She then raised her eyes to look at the people on the opposite side, the four young ladies, who looked like weird in the script, looked misty, clean and decent. So she involuntarily scratched the dead skin on her hand, not knowing what to do.

Song Nineteen had never seen such a thin girl, her chin was as if she had been cut off, the bridge of her nose was not high, but her nose was upturned, her head was bald, as if she had been knocked off somewhere. The cheekbones are low and flat, red and cracked. It is the only blood color on her face. The most striking thing is her big grape-like eyes, which almost occupy half of her face. The water is dark and the eyes are not soft. It’s not hard, just staring at people without a stand, like staring at a stone pillar.

Her eyelashes are sparse, like her soft yellow hair, showing some malnutrition.

Also inadequate is Arrow’s curiosity. He only glanced at it and read a book. Ah Yin stood leaning against the back of her chair, holding her with one hand and touching her along the mandible, with the other supporting her waist. Study the girl in a blink of an eye.

Song Jiu held his chin and looked at each other with Li Shiyi before turning to the little girl, with a soft voice: “Why don’t you eat?”

The little girl seemed to be startled by the sudden voice. She let go of her bitten lower lip. There were shallow teeth marks underneath, and her chapped lips were moisturized a few times, but she still couldn’t retain moisture.

She hadn’t heard such a good sound for a long time, so that all the screams buzzing in her mind were panic or miserable.

She remembered the dull and painful cry of the aunt who had grown up when she pushed her out of the window, like tiles cutting glass, and it was depressing to breathless.

It turns out that the decent voice looks like this, there is no hurry to not be chased, the confidence of having a full meal, and the idleness of the tail sound.

She involuntarily raised her hand to hold the ceramic bowl, warm, like alive.

Her heart came alive with the temperature a little bit, jumping abruptly and vigorously, almost losing sight of her vulnerable skeleton.

She raised her hand, holding the spoon to stir the hand, the heat got into the palm of her hand, and the glutton in her belly woke up, scratching her heart and yelling.

However, she only glanced at Chaoshou, and then looked up at Song Jiu.

“If you don’t want to eat it, just leave it.” Li Shixi said.

Arrow raised his head, slowly reached out his hand, and made a collection action.

The girl wandered around her beautiful jade hands, holding the bowl with both hands instinctively, like a little dog protecting food, and then buried her head, shaking her hand and holding the spoon tightly, opening her mouth and slamming three or two.

The recessed cheeks suddenly bulged, and she chewed hurriedly, her eyes flickering, staring at Arrow’s hand vigilantly.

The owner of the hand smiled softly, his finger fell in the air, and then retracted, still turning the book undisturbed.

Ah Yin’s eyes passed over Li Shiyi and Ah Luo. Chicken thief, the little girl also screamed.

Fortunately, the hand was cold for a long time and it was not too hot. It was just that the little girl was hungry for a long time and ate anxiously, so she unconsciously burped, wrapped her greasy mouth and ate, and she didn’t even want to loose her teeth after burping. Just frowned and swallowed abruptly.

Song Nineteen couldn’t stand it, and handed her a glass of warm water: “Eat slowly, there is still in it.”

The words “and” unexpectedly comforted her, and she became embarrassed afterwards. Reluctantly put down the spoon, the back of his hand subconsciously wanted to wipe his mouth, and paused in the motion of Song Jiu handing over the handkerchief, took it, and wiped the corner of his mouth indiscriminately.

It seemed that I didn’t dare to rub it too hard, for fear of staining the fragrant and soft silk.

She held the silk in her hand, still buried her head in a small hiccup, and during the interval of inhalation, Song Jiu heard a cat cry: “Chunping.”

After she finished speaking, she seemed to have completed a good-for-money transaction. After she went smoothly, she started eating again with a bowl.

Song Nineteen asked again: “Where is your father?”

Chunping snuck in the unbitten cheeks, and then sniffed the heated snot again. After a while, she said, “No father.”

His voice was dumb, weak, with a Jiangnan accent.

“Where is your mother?”

Chunping took another small hiccup: “There is no mother.”

“No father, no mother, can’t something pop out of the stone?” Ayin touched his earrings, and his voice mellowed.

Chunping stopped speaking and didn’t eat anymore. She still bit her lower lip firmly, her teeth marks and reddened, she let go for a while, and she drank the hot soup with her brain: “Fight, die. NS.”

Song Nineteen frowned, and heard that gunpowder smoke was rising from the north, he had originally fled.

Ayin lost his words, feeling very sorry for a while, curling his brows and biting his lips like Chunping, the water in the peach blossom eyes dangling, half guilty, half distressed.

Chunping seemed to be used to it very much. She drank the soup without a sip, and a gurgling sound came out of her lower abdomen, which was slightly bulging, which was very abrupt on her thin body.

After eating, I didn’t know what to say, so I stared at the oil stains on my fingers. But Ah Yin took Li Shiyi’s look, leaned over and took her hand, took out the silk and wiped it carefully, and asked her: “How old is it?”

Ayin’s fingers were soft and boneless, soft and warm, like the cat Chunping had touched when she was young, itchy and crisp, as if still with an intoxicating sweet fragrance.

The frostbite itch, so that Chunping wanted to shrink back, but did not do so, so she buried her head in her chest and simply stopped looking: “I can’t remember.”

Only four or five birthdays have passed in my memory, but because I ate the white water egg, and then no white water egg, I can’t remember the days.

Ayin wiped it clean for her, put her hand down, turned her tongue in her mouth, and said to Li Shixi, “People.”

Li Shiyi was relieved, his fingers were loosely placed on the table, and he exchanged glances with Song Shiji.

Song Jiu thought and said, “Since there is nowhere to go, I will stay here. After eating, I will take you to buy some clothes. We are just walking around. Fortunately, there is no shortage of food.”

Chunping picked up the barb on her hand and said nothing.

After picking up the dishes and chopsticks, Song Jiu boiled hot water for Chunping to wash her hair. It took a few basins of black water before it became clear. When it was done, he tied it into two braids, and Song Jiu wrapped her red-head rope a few more times, and looked around twice, which was quite satisfactory. Chunping didn’t like to talk, she only stared at her with dark eyes, and the edge of her pupils reflected a new red.

When they were tidy up, a few people really led Chun Ping out of the door. Song Jiu originally wanted to pull her hand, but she shrank back and hid her fingers in the long sleeves.

The little girl was reserved, so Song Jiu didn’t force it, but led her through the alley to the market.

The rain just stopped, but the excitement did not rest for a moment. The steam in the cage was permeated by the moist air, and it was even more fragrant. The crystal clear hawthorn fruit, the lifelike face, the big fat belly and the slender legged sugar horse, dazzled people. Chunping only glanced at it, then leaned against the alley and opened her mouth slightly, as if she was going to be silly.

The greenery is like washing, the plum fragrance is hidden, the traffic is busy, and the words are laughed by Yan Yan. All the fragrances are the blessings of the world, and Chunping stands in this blessing, feeling at a loss.

She turned to look at Song Jiu with crooked eyebrows. She held Li Shixi against the wall and smiled. The smile gave her beautiful outline a warm edge, making Chunping afraid to look straight. But the ghost can’t move his eyes.

She suddenly said, “I’m dead, am I?”

She was a little confused. In her limited knowledge, death was a fall from the world to hell, but the “death” she experienced this time seemed to be a return to the world from purgatory.

She quietly twisted the fleshy skin on her waist. She didn’t know if it was freezing badly. It was half pain and half no pain. She was about to work harder, but she saw Song Jiu pat her shoulder gently. , Said: “Whatever you want, just go over.”

The toes were pushed obediently in the cloth shoes, half of the nails of the thumbs fell off, and at this moment, the newly grown and itchy, she rubbed the ground again.

This action made her look so cute, like a little pony that puts its hoofs on before going to run.

Little Pony walked into the hustle and bustle, but his clear eyes clung to the two young ladies behind him, and turned his head three steps at a time, as if they were afraid that they would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Song Nineteen smiled, stepped forward and embraced her, brought her gaze to the stall without any trace, and put the red fruit into her eyes like a red rope.

Her eyes became flower windows in the shop, reflecting the vivid world.

Song Jiu lowered his body and reached out for one, but Chunping grabbed it.

The rough frostbite was on her tender palm, Chunping raised her face to look at her, and shook her head stubbornly.

“Don’t eat.”