Nightfall Chapter 174: Porridge and letter, before and after
Ning Que woke up, and before he could open his eyes, he took a breath of air, because there was a sharp pain in his head, and the pain made him a little confused. I can't even think of the last thing I was on the Songhe Tower last night. In the picture, it is not clear whether the headache is caused by a hangover or something else.
He thought for a long time, and finally remembered the tall old man wearing a fox fur, remembering the stubby stick that the old man held in his last hand, and he also understood the cause of his headache. He couldn't help but be angry and ashamed. Angrily at the fact that the servant dared to attack him, and ashamed that he was a direct disciple of the master, he would actually be knocked sap by an old rich man in Chang'an City.
Are you still lying on the terrace of Songhe Tower? Ning Que thought about these questions and touched it subconsciously. Judging from the hardness and the smell of the bedding from the surface of the kang under him, he was lying in the old pen house, so who sent him back? The shopkeeper of Songhe Tower or that nasty old guy?
The familiar smell of the quilt lingered on his nose. It was not a peculiar smell but a body breath that made him feel at ease. He and her body breath, but he smelled another unfamiliar but very clear in the memory. The taste, the smell of beef egg porridge made him feel for a while, as if back in the past.
Many years ago, he took Sangsang to Weicheng to join the army. When he passed through Tush Town on the road, he met a prairie barbarian cook selling beef porridge in the town. An old man in the town was very particular about cracking an egg in the beef porridge. When the freshly boiled beef meets the flower made from the egg syrup that has just fallen in the morning, it suddenly becomes an extremely sweet, tender and superb food. Even when you look at it from a distance, you can feel extremely delicious.
Sangsang was very greedy for the bowl of beef and egg porridge, but Ning Que didn't buy it in order to save money. The two passed through the town silently. Later in Weicheng, he robbed a horse thief with the troops for the first time and got the first deal. After paying the money, Sangsang made the beef egg porridge for four consecutive days and both of them were a little sick. Only then did they realize that the beef egg porridge is very good, but the taste is actually just ordinary after eating too much, so since then Never did it again.
Ning Que opened his eyes, looked at the white paper stuck on the roof, smelled the scent of beef egg porridge floating in the door, rubbed his painful head and sat up.
He pulled the jacket from the kang toe and put it on his body, opened the door and walked to the patio, and saw that the neatly piled piles of firewood under the courtyard wall were a bit less like being stolen by a mouse at night. The top row has A gap.
He looked forward to the shop again, and saw that the vegetables, rice and roast duck left on the table the day before yesterday were gone, the table was wiped clean, and the ground had been mopped and washed without any dust.
A hot mist floated from the stove room, Ning Que walked over and found that the leftovers had been poured into the swill basin, and the stove cave that had been cold for two days reappeared with warm sparks. Several handfuls of fine wood were burning quietly in it, and the porridge and pots on the stove kept spitting out mist and fragrance.
There is a small bench in front of the stove. Sangsang is sitting where she is most accustomed to sitting, watching the firewood and listening to the porridge, grasping the fire, his head is slightly drooping, seems a little tired and sleepy, and her black face is covered by firewood. Ying's bright red, the thin yellow hair floating in front of his forehead was curled even more severely by the fire.
Ning Que looked at her thin back, walked forward after a moment of silence, and patted her on the shoulder.
Sangsang woke up, looked up at him and asked: "Awake?"
Ning Que gave a hum, and said, "It looks like you haven't slept much all night?"
Sang Sang gave a hum.
Ning Que said: "Then you go to bed first, I'll make porridge."
Sangsang stood up on the small bench in front of the stove, wiped the slightly curled hair on his forehead to the back, and when he walked to the door of the stove, he suddenly remembered something. He turned around and reminded: "Beware of fire, not too big ."
Ning Que said: "I see."
Sangsang said again: "You don't know how to drink, so drink less in the future."
Ning Que said: "I see."
Then he walked to the stove and sat on the small bench, pulled out the most burning dry wood from the stove's eye, and turned the windshield to make the wood smaller.
At noon, Sangsang woke up, she took out the Maozhong and the tooth set and rinsed briefly, went into the stove and looked at the porridge bowl, and then walked to the front shop.
On the table in front of the shop is a beautiful roast duck with peeled skins and bones, two plates of green vegetables with fresh green onions and garlic like snow, and a bowl of braised beef and egg porridge that can attract your appetite. Two pairs of chopsticks, two empty bowls.
Except for Sangsang's beef egg porridge, the other dishes were exactly the same as the day before. Taking advantage of the time she was sleeping, Ning Que went to the vegetable farm to buy vegetables and make it again.
Sangsang looked at the dishes on the table, suddenly looked down at the little shoes outside the skirt, and whispered: "Have you been hurt? If you are hurt, I will return to the bachelor's house."
Ning Que said, "You don't have to go back."
Sangsang was startled, after a moment of contemplation, he walked to the table and picked up the bowl to give him a bowl of porridge, put it in front of him, and passed the chopsticks into his hand, before he started to give him the porridge.
"Eat." Ning Que took a duck leg and put it in her bowl.
Sangsang said seriously: "This is food, not rice."
Ning Que said: "It's all the same."
Then the two started eating quietly in the shop, occasionally he picked her chopsticks and vegetables, occasionally she put the duck skin dipping sauce into the bowl for him, and then she gave him a second bowl of porridge.
Ning Que laughed suddenly.
Sangsang also laughed.
A carriage parked at the entrance of Lin 47 Lane.
Mo Shanshan sat by the window, raising the curtain to look at Lao Bi Zhai not far away. Lao Bi Zhai was not closed, and she could clearly see the pictures in the shop, and she could see many details.
Her eyes are still calm, but her eyelashes are trembling slightly.
She has read the chicken soup post, and it is precisely because of the rubbing of the note that she gradually imagines the man who wrote this note so much that she feels affection before meeting, and it is precisely because of this chicken soup post. Since last summer, she has been very familiar with the name at the top of the post.
She even understood the importance of that name to him earlier than Ning Que herself, so she thought silently many times in the wasteland, so she must see Sangsang.
The first day she entered Changyan City, she saw Sangsang. To her surprise, she was just an ordinary little maid. Then she saw Sangsang again today.
The Sangsang she saw this time was Sangsang alone with Ning Que.
Looking at Ning Que and Sangsang who were eating at the table in Old Bi Zhai, Mo Shanshan was finally convinced that these two people had been a separate world many years ago. For them, everyone else in the world People outside the world, everything is outside the world, it is difficult to leave a shadow in that world.
It's like eyes and eyelashes, except that the eyelashes are usually invisible, and the eyelashes can't pierce the eyes. When there is a strong wind, the two will notice each other's existence.
"But I am a mountain, not a wind."
Mo Shanshan slowly lowered the curtains, took out a scratched letter and gave it to Zhuo Zhihua next to him.
Juzhihua hesitated and said: "We really leave Chang'an like this?"
Mo Shanshan said calmly: "After all, Mr. Da invited me to come. Later, we will go to the Southern Suburb Academy. After meeting Mr. Da, we will leave."
Zhu Zhihua sighed, stopped persuading anything, got out of the carriage with the letter.
After eating, Sangsang went to wash the dishes, and Ning Que sat at the table and opened the letter.
On the letter paper is Mo Shanshan's familiar handwriting. The girl's handwriting is not all graceful and delicate, and there is a quiet appearance that can't be concealed by the upright and determined intention.
There are a few paragraphs like this at the end of this letter.
"Perhaps destiny arranged for you to be a separate world many years ago. There is no need for someone to stand outside the chai gate and tap, nor for someone to yell under the winter tree outside the courtyard to interrupt, but I don't believe in fate."
"I walk the wasteland all the way, I want to benefit a lot, and Chang'an travels side by side in winter, very happy."
"Snowy Night Red Wall, you once said that you like it, I once said that it is not enough to like it, and it turns out that it is indeed not enough, but at least you said that you like it, I like it very much."
"Chang'an City is far away from Dahe Country, but not as far away as the wasteland. If you really want to come, if you really want to go, it will be very close. You will come to see me in the future, or I will see you, or other mountains and clouds. See you in the middle, it's all a joy in life."
"After a lot of things, Heshan has new ideas in my eyes. When I meet again on that day, the book written must be more magnificent than today. I hope you will work harder and don't let me down."
After reading this letter, Ning Que was silent for a long time, then he walked back to the backyard bedroom, raised the bed board, and took out the box below, only to find that the silver bill in the box had returned.
Looking at the thick bank notes in the box, he couldn't help but smile, realizing that even if he didn't say that word before eating, Sangsang was ready to move back.
He put the box back under the bed, looked at the letter in his hand and thought for a while, threw it into the wastebasket next to the desk, then took the **** umbrella and said to Sangsang to go to the front bunk and wait for her.
Sangsang started to fetch water after washing the dishes. She fetched water the morning before yesterday. The water tank was basically full. Soon she finished the housework and wiped the forehead habitually. Sweat, walked back to the bedroom and started to change clothes, and then she saw the letter in the wastebasket.
She was silent for a moment, wiped her hands dipped in water on her apron carefully, walked to the waste wood basket to pick out the letter, and somehow she took out another box from that corner of the house, solemnly He placed the letter in the deepest part of the box, and then put the box back in place.
This is Sangsang's little black box, and it contains some things that Ning Que decided to throw away for some reason, but are precious to him, such as the mourning post of Ning Que's copy on the rainy night after Zall died.
She knew that this letter was precious to Ning Que, so she kept it.
Out of the old Bi Zhai, Sang Sang opened the **** umbrella and followed Ning Que to the outside of Lin 47 Lane.
Ning Que has long been accustomed to making her bed and washing dishes and umbrellas.
But after walking for a while, he suddenly took the **** umbrella from Sangsang.
Sangsang raised his face and looked at him suspiciously.
He smiled and said, "Let's go."
Sangsang squinted the willow leaves, smiled and nodded: "Yeah.
The first spring rain fell in Chang'an City, as precious as oil.
The master and servant under the umbrella looked at the rain curtain, as if seeing the past and the future.
(Chapter 3, there are still a few minutes before the end of today, please vote if you have a recommendation ticket on hand, Chapter 4 is writing, I don’t know when it will be written, friends who can’t stay up late, let’s go to bed first.)