After drinking the medicine soup and a bowl of porridge under the service of two women, the little teapot, no matter how Min Yatou teased him in words or how Sister Yi scolded him, he always showed unexpected silence and obedience, ignored everything, obeyed everything, and let the two women make trouble and nagging, and he could bear it calmly even if it was ugly.

The abnormal performance of the little teapot is different from the naughtiness of the past, which makes Sister Yi and Min, who are familiar with him, very worried. They doubt that this Guawa was really a haer after being stabbed?

The two of them used inquiries and touches to explore the teapot with concern, and found that the teapot's eyes were agile and their reaction was normal. Min Yatou wanted to lift the quilt with a prank. The teapot immediately covered the quilt tightly, and his expression was panicked. So Sister Yi, who thought the teapot was still alive, gave him a thrill, and then started to scold the teapot that covered his head in pain.

The little teapot felt extremely wronged at this moment. He had been enduring the attacks of two women like guns throughout the morning, but he was confused. He found that everything was so strange and absurd - the window covered with yellow sandpaper, the damp and simple house that emitted an unpleasant smell of powder, the satin quilt covered with Baizi Pictures, and the two women in front of him. He had no impression of him except that he felt close to him, and he could not remember who he was...

This heart-wrenching experience made him extremely painful. His frowning brows and panicked eyes fell into the eyes of the two women, and turned into a small teapot that was sensible and slick for sympathy. His hatred and pitiful look was the image of a small and slutty man in the market that two women were common to death, and they were not afraid of boiling water.

After noon, the backyard called "Baicuilou" began to become noisy. The prostitutes who were scared by the assassination of the noble man last night were getting up one after another. The kitchen chefs made pots and pans, and the underages were still serving as coolies. The little girls waiting to take over were chirping while washing clothes, and the sounds of shook clothes and pouring water basins one after another. Several loud turtle men's vulgar swearing words were mixed from time to time in the city symphony.

Not long after, the two women who had been serving the little teapot for a long time had to go to the front hall to "work", and the little teapot could finally be quiet.

The little teapot was lying weakly on the bed, looking around for a long time, and began to search for memories with difficulty. He had not figured out yet, but heard the sound of "gurgling" in his stomach. He felt that the anal muscles were about to lose control. He was so anxious that he quickly lifted the quilt, held the shoulders and left arm wrapped around his straps and moved out of the bed. He didn't care about his nakedness and nakedness. He endured the huge pain in his heart and moved to the end of the bed with difficulty, opened the toilet bucket that Sister Yi put down before leaving, sat down and "rattled" to solve the inventory, and kept moaning painfully. His whole face was twisted by multiple physical and psychological tortures, as if it was on the edge of collapse, but he still held it back, until he looked around for toilet paper and finally found the toilet chip made of bamboo strips. He finally let out a hissing scream in despair.

The screams attracted the master of the kitchen. The short and fat old man in his fifties came in and saw the naked little teapot in a very embarrassing manner. He laughed heartlessly and then went forward to help clean the teapot. While laughing, he used his greasy big hands to hold the teapot back to the bed, and told him, "Cover the melon baby with a quilt and don't let it cool down." Finally, he reluctantly took the toilet out.

The small teapot lying on the bed on his back wiped away a cold sweat, and then he searched for himself in pain. This was a confused and entangled process. Every time he finally felt the familiar phantom in his mind appear, but he couldn't catch it. Until it was dark, his efforts did not result in much.

At night, a faint sound of silk and bamboo came from the front yard with wind and flowers. The little teapot, which was so tired that he closed his eyes and went to sleep, suddenly opened his eyes. After a moment of dullness, he slowly sat up and soon saw a Qin Qin hanging from the window.

A warm current emerged from the chest and abdomen of the small teapot. A familiar feeling quickly poured into his mind. He almost subconsciously lifted the quilt and moved it out of the bed. He took down Qin Qin, who was hanging on the wall, slowly returned to the bed and pulled the quilt to cover his lower body, and carefully looked at the well-made musical instruments covered with snake skin in his hand.

The light became darker and darker. The little teapot that could not be seen clearly had to drag the wounded leg out of the bed again to search. Finally, I found a few remaining candles and half a box of matches from the dressing table, returned to the edge of the bed and lit the candles, carefully fixed them on the square table at the head of the bed, and picked up Qin Qin again to figure it out carefully.

"Zheng——"

A clear sound sounded, so melodious and pleasant. The little teapot did not continue to pluck the strings, but slowly lay down with panting. His eyes stared at the mosquito net without moving, as if he had a deep fear.

He finally remembered it!

Although this intermittent memory appeared and floated in his mind like a broken image, he still remembered: the nightclub stage with neon lights in the city, the powerful percussion sound and artificial smoke... a blonde woman holding a microphone in her hand was exposed and howled to the sky. Behind her were two young men playing guitar and bass, laser lights and blue light-blinking lights that flashed frequently like lightning...

Wait! Why is the tall young man who plays bass so familiar and so friendly... Oh my God! Isn't this me...

"It's me, it's me..."

The little teapot on the bed closed his eyes tightly, and his tightly bitten cheeks turned white. He suddenly realized that sweat was as big as beans, and at this moment, he was still struggling in pain in his unpredictable fate.

The noisy nightclub kept popping up in his mind, and the sound of deafening rock music echoed in his ears. Five young men and women in their twenties were playing and shouting wildly in the face of hundreds of crazy audiences in the audience...

Finally? Finally, five young men and women in avant-garde clothes walked out of the nightclub gate and discussed what they were walking on the streets at midnight... An off-road vehicle and a van rushed over. More than ten men in black held sticks and steel pipes in their hands, rushed out and started to beat... The female singer was captured in the car while screaming and crying. The drummer and keyboardist ran away with blood. The brave guitarist fell to the ground in the stick... The bassist rushed to the car to save people like crazy. Suddenly, a steel pipe that flew hard on his knees, and another wooden stick hit him directly on his head...

"ah--"

In the candlelight, the small teapot head was covered with sweat, and his breathing was rapid and painful. Before he knew it, he covered his face and sobbed in a low voice.

The sky completely darkened, and the small teapot calmed down. He grabbed Qin Qin on the edge of the bed, stretched out his slender and trembling fingers, slowly stroked it over and over again, and finally gently plucked the strings.

This is an old-fashioned instrument made according to the twelve equal rhythms. The head of the piano is carved with plum blossom patterns. The small teapot almost subconsciously gently plucks the four strings, and this consciousness emerges from the mind: this is a national instrument set with a fifth-degree interval, with a range of about G-E3...

The little teapot had never touched a national instrument and felt that this thing was completely different from the acoustic guitar and bass he was familiar with, but after careful consideration, it seemed that many places were connected. So he began to pluck the strings with three fingers of his right hand, and his eyes closed unconsciously, and he slowly plucked out monotonous notes in an unconscious state.

After playing it for more than a dozen times, Xiao Teapot's hand slowly stopped, opened his eyes and looked at Qin Qin in his hand blankly. His thin chest was undulating again, and his breathing became more and more rapid. Amid the monotonous strings, his memory revived in disorder. Although the surging fragments were incomplete, it was enough for him.

"You are going to die? You are such a prodigal son! If you don't be a family, you don't know how expensive it is. Are you lighting candles like this? I have worked hard to steal a few candles back, you just ruined them like this. Why do you do this? Counting egg hair? In recent years, you have eaten and drunk mine and used mine. I have been carrying mine, but you can't ruin my things. I'm raising my eyes and looking forward to you making money. When can you let me enjoy some blessings..."

Sister Yi rushed in at some point. While scolding loudly, she put down the bamboo food box in her hand, bent down and pouted, "Puff" and blew hard. The four candles were extinguished in an instant, leaving only the shortest one swaying against a bean-like flame. The originally bright room suddenly became much darker.

The little teapot's shocked face slowly relaxed, and soon showed a thoughtful smile to the fierce Sister Yi: "Your mouth is so big."

"Ba"

"Ouch--"

Sister Yi was so angry that she slapped the little teapot hard. Although she was graceful and not ugly at all, her big mouth and the large scalding scar on her right face were extremely conspicuous. Many people still call her big mouth instead of her name. Almost all the guests disliked her because her big mouth was a bad sign of "eating a man to die" in the photo book, which made Sister Yi, who had only skilled, have a poor livelihood. She was wandering in the dust for seven or eight years and had not saved up a few.

On the contrary, because of her soft heart five years ago, she adopted a small orphan teapot that was lying on the street like a wild dog, which made her even more embarrassed. If she hadn't been proficient in rhythm, excellent piano skills, and strong personality, self-respect and self-love, she had gained the appreciation and sympathy of the brothel owner and the madam, and she was left in Baicuilou to help train a group of little girls in the skills, she would have been wandering to the kiln outside the East City, and would have been to receive peddlers and pawns every day to survive.

I didn't understand all the teapots of Sister Yi, but he saw the deep pain and disappointment in Sister Yi's flushed eyes. So he slowly lowered his hand with his face, raised his head to look at the angry Sister Yi: "You look very much like my sister, actually I have a sister... Oh... Why are you so savage? You know if you can't hit a man's face..."

"Paipa--"

Two slaps on the head of the teapot again. Sister Yi grabbed her hand that was so painful that she beat her, and scolded again: "Damn melon, I'm not your sister. Get out and find your sister. You have to find your mother. Why are you still staying on my mother's bed and not leaving? You shameless son! I have worked hard to bring you food, so you have to say this unscrupulous words, you ungrateful wolf who is not raised by your mother..."

"Hey, hey, hey... I'm a wounded person... I'm seriously injured me..."

The little teapot did not hide for a few times, so she simply grabbed Sister Yi's hand. Sister Yi, who had little feet wrapped around, was already exhausted and weak. She was caught by the little teapot and fell into the little teapot's legs. She was about to struggle but was still hugged by the little teapot with one hand and couldn't move. She was so angry that she twisted left and right and cursed.

But Xiao Teapot didn't care at all. She endured the pain on her body and refused to let go. Until Sister Yi, who was sweating profusely, scolded her and stopped moving. He gasped and said, "Sister, don't be angry anymore. I didn't mean to piss you off, but... I just woke up and my mind was muddy, I couldn't remember many things, and I felt so uncomfortable."

"Ah? Let go first!"

Sister Yi supported herself, looked at the face of the little teapot, and raised her hand to the forehead of the little teapot. She was indeed frightened. She had never seen a solemn look on the face of the little teapot, especially the cunning eyes, which seemed to be hiding deep sorrow at this time.

The little teapot grabbed Sister Yi's hand into his palm: "Sister, how old am I this year? Why do I feel like I have lived like you for many years?"

Sister Yi pulled out her hand and sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed to tidy up her clothes: "I don't know how old you are. On that snowy day five years ago, I picked you up from the gate. At that time, you were as thin as a monkey, short, thin eyebrows and thin eyes, and you probably were only about ten years old. It was only in the past two years that I started to grow up and look like a man. Alas! Even at the age of sixteen... You have to have a better memory. You can raise yourself by yourself at the age of sixteen, but you are too wild and too greedy. Finally, I beg Manager Deng to take you to work in the teahouse at the intersection. You have to eat a meal every day and earn two or three yuan a month. But you never learn well. When you have money, you go out to find your friends. When you have no money, you will be stubborn and come back to eat and drink, and often fight and cause trouble... Hey, what are you doing?"

The little teapot rubbed his sour nose, breathed a lot, and said with a wry smile: "Sister, when I recover from my injuries, I will be at peace. Go out and find something better to do. I will give you money every month."

Sister Yi didn't expect that the little teapot suddenly became sensible. After being shocked, she was quite excited. Her eyes began to turn red. She stared at the little teapot with a solemn face. She slowly stretched out her hand and held the little teapot's face, burst into tears:

"With your words, it will be worthwhile to raise you for a few years. I am content! You are just sensible. I don't want your money. I have to carry the military masters you have back this morning and leave a hundred taels of silver, saying that it is for you to recover from your injuries. I will help you keep it for now. It will be of great use in the future. You are not young anymore, so you should learn to take care of yourself, learn to be a person and do things, and have to start a family and start a career in the future. You can't live with your sister in this brothel that everyone looks down upon for the rest of your life, right?"

The little teapot nodded gratefully, remained silent for a long time, and raised his head: "Sister, what month is it today?"

"I think about it... Yesterday was the beginning of the winter..." Sister Yi was very worried with her fingers: "It is September 23rd, and today is the twenty-fourth."

"I asked what year it was?" Xiao Teapot looked puzzled.

Sister Yi was stunned for a moment: "Year of the Horse, do you ask what you do in which year?"

"What year is the Year of the Horse?" Xiao Teapot was a little crazy. How could he know the old things like sixty Jiazi?

"The Year of the Horse is the Year of Bingwu, and the Year of Bingwu is the Year of the Horse. Sixty Jiazi takes turns, and the twelve zodiac signs are arranged back and forth. This year, the Year of the Horse, next year it will be the Year of the Sheep!" Sister Yi, who was still gentle just now, became angry again: "The son of the turtle is not good at learning it normally, and he doesn't recognize a word big in the basket. At this time, ask what to do in which year?"

The little teapot completely surrendered, looking around and pointing at the food box: "Sister, I'm hungry."

Sister Yi glared at the little teapot, grabbed Qin Qin on the bed and slapped the little teapot. After that, she went to hang up Qin and opened the snack box to bring it to her: "I bought it from the Fan Hulu Noodle Restaurant in Qianjie, eat it while it's hot. I want to go out to help. There are many customers in front of me, so I have to look at the little girl who sang the song."

"sister…..."

"Son of Turtle, what do you want? Do you still want me to serve you?" Sister Yi turned around, who had taken a few steps.

The little teapot held the steaming dumplings and looked at the fierce sister, tears couldn't help but flow down, causing Sister Yi, who had just raised her face to stomp her feet twice, and hurriedly left while wiping her eyes.

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Chapter completed!