Chapter 174: Porridge and Letters, Before and After
Ning Que woke up, and before he could open his eyes, he took a breath of cold air, because there was a sharp pain in his head, which made him a little confused. No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't remember the last scene on Songhe Tower last night. No.
Find out whether the headache is caused by a hangover or something else.
He thought about it for a long time, and finally remembered the tall old man in fox fur, and the short stick in the old man's hand. He also understood the cause of his headache, and couldn't help but feel angry and ashamed. He was angry at that
The servant actually dared to do something evil to him. He was ashamed that as a direct disciple of the Master, he would be slapped by an old rich man in Chang'an City.
Was he still lying on the terrace of Songhe Tower at this time? Ning Que thought about these questions and subconsciously touched it with his hands. Judging from the hardness of the kang surface under him and the smell of the bedding, he was lying on the floor of Laobi Zhai.
, then who sent him back? The shopkeeper of Songhe Tower or that nasty old guy?
The familiar smell of the bedding lingered in his nose. It was not a strange smell but a body breath that made him feel at ease, his and hers. However, he smelled another smell that was unfamiliar but very clear in his memory.
The smell of beef and egg drop porridge made him feel confused for a moment, as if he had gone back to the past.
Many years ago, he took Sangsang to join the army in Weicheng. When passing through Tush Town on the way, he met a prairie barbarian cook selling beef porridge in the town. A gentleman in the town was very particular about adding an egg to the beef porridge.
When the freshly rolled beef meets the flowers made of freshly fallen eggs in the morning, it suddenly turns into an extremely sweet and tender food, which is delicious even when viewed from a distance.
Sang Sang was very greedy for that bowl of beef and egg drop porridge, but Ning Que didn't buy it in order to save money. The two walked through the town in silence. Later, in Weicheng, he joined the army to rob and kill horse thieves for the first time, and Sang Sang got the first sum of money.
Sang made beef and egg drop porridge for four days in a row, and both of them felt a little nauseous. Then they realized that beef and egg drop porridge is very filling, but the taste is just ordinary after eating too much, so from then on it never tasted better.
Did it.
Ning Que opened his eyes, looked at the white papers on the roof, smelled the fragrant beef and egg drop porridge coming in through the crack in the door, rubbed his aching head and sat up.
He pulled his coat from the foot of the kang and put it on himself, pushed open the door and walked to the patio. He saw that the neat piles of firewood under the courtyard wall were missing, as if rats had stolen them at night. There was a gap in the top row.
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He looked at the front bunk again and saw that the vegetables, white rice and roast duck left on the table the day before yesterday were gone. The table had been wiped clean, and the floor had been mopped without any dust.
Hot mist floated out from the kitchen. Ning Que walked over and found that the leftovers had been poured into the swill basin. The stove that had been cold for two days was filled with warm sparks again.
The firewood is burning quietly inside, and the porridge bowl on the stove is making a gurgling sound, constantly spitting out mist and aroma.
There was a small bench in front of the stove, and Sangsang sat in the place where she was most accustomed to sit. She looked at the firewood, listened to the sound of porridge, and held the fire. Her head hung slightly, and she seemed a little tired and sleepy. Her dark little face was flushed by the firewood.
, the thin yellowish hair floating in front of his forehead was curled even more fiercely by the heat of the fire.
Ning Que looked at her thin back, and after a moment of silence, he walked forward and patted her shoulder.
Sangsang woke up, looked up at him and asked, "Are you awake?"
Ning Que hummed and said, "It seems like you didn't sleep much all night?"
Sangsang hummed.
Ning Que said, "Then you go and take a nap first, and I'll make porridge."
Sang Sang stood up from the small bench in front of the stove and wiped her slightly curly hair back. When she walked to the door of the stove, she suddenly remembered something and turned around to remind: "Be careful with the fire, don't make it too big."
Ning Que said: "I understand."
Sangsang said again: "You don't know how to drink, drink less in the future."
Ning Que said: "I understand."
Then he walked to the stove and sat on a small bench. He took out the hottest piece of dry wood from the stove hole and turned the windshield to make the fire smaller.
At noon, Sang Sang woke up, took out her hair and toothbrush, washed briefly, went into the kitchen and took a look at the porridge bowl, and then walked to the front bunk.
On the front table is a plate of beautifully peeled and boned roast duck, two plates of green vegetables with fresh onions and garlic, a bowl of braised beef and egg drop porridge that is fragrant and slightly charred and appetizing, and two pairs of chopsticks.
, two empty bowls.
Except for the beef and egg drop porridge cooked by Sang Sang, the other dishes were exactly the same as the day before yesterday. While she was sleeping, Ning Que went to the market to buy vegetables and cooked them again.
Sang Sang looked at the dishes on the table, then suddenly looked down at the small shoes outside her skirt and whispered: "Are you healed? If you are healed, I will go back to the Bachelor's Mansion."
Ning Que said: "You don't have to go back."
Sangsang was stunned, and after thinking for a moment, she walked to the table, picked up a bowl, and served him a bowl of porridge. She placed it in front of him, then handed the chopsticks to his hand, and then began to serve him a bowl of porridge.
"Eat." Ning Que picked up 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 of them began to eat quietly in the shop. Occasionally he would pick up a piece of green vegetables with chopsticks for her, and occasionally she would dip the duck skin into the sauce for him and put it in the bowl, and then she would order a second bowl of porridge for him.
Ning Que suddenly laughed.
Sangsang also laughed.
There was a carriage parked at the entrance of Alley 47.
Mo Shanshan sat by the window, lifted the curtain and looked at the old brush shop not far away. The old brush shop was not closed, so she could clearly see the pictures in the shop and see many details.
Her eyes were still calm, but her eyelashes were trembling slightly.
She had seen the chicken soup post, and it was precisely because of the rubbing of the note that she gradually began to have a lot more imagination about the man who wrote the note, so much so that they fell in love without even meeting each other.
Since summer, she has become very familiar with the name at the front of the signature.
She even understood the importance of that name to him earlier than Ning Que herself, so she would think silently many times in the wilderness, so she must see Sang Sang.
On the first day she entered Changyan City, she saw Sang Sang. To her surprise, she was just an ordinary little maid, and then today she saw Sang Sang again.
This time she saw Sang Sang, who was alone with Ning Que.
Looking at Ning Que and Sang Sang eating at the opposite table in Lao Bizhai, Mo Shanshan was finally convinced that these two people had been in a separate world many years ago. For them, everyone else in the world was an outsider.
For people, everything is outside the world, and it is difficult to leave their own shadow in that world.
It's like eyes and eyelashes, except that the eyelashes can't be seen by the eyes at ordinary times, and the eyelashes can't pierce the eyes. But when a strong wind blows from the outside world, the two will notice each other's existence.
"But I am a mountain, not the wind."
Mo Shanshan slowly lowered the curtains, took out a scrap of letters and handed them to Zhu Zhihua beside him.
Zui Zhihua hesitated and said: "Are we really going to leave Chang'an City like this?"
Mo Shanshan said calmly: "After all, it was Mr. Da who invited me here. We will go to Nanjiao Academy later and meet Mr. Da before we leave."
Zhui Zhihua sighed, said nothing more, and got out of the carriage with the letter.
After dinner, Sangsang went to wash the dishes, while Ning Que sat at the table and opened the letter.
Mo Shanshan's familiar handwriting is on the letter paper. The girl's handwriting is not exactly elegant and delicate, but there is a sense of uprightness and determination that can't be concealed under the calm appearance.
There are a few paragraphs like this at the end of this letter.
"Perhaps fate arranged for you to be in a separate world many years ago. You don't need anyone to stand outside the firewood door and knock lightly, nor do you need anyone to shout and disturb you under the winter tree outside the courtyard, but I don't believe in fate."
"I have learned a lot from walking in the wilderness. I am very happy to travel side by side in Chang'an in the winter."
"Red Wall on a Snowy Night, you once said you liked it, and I once said that you liked it. It was not enough, and in the end it proved that it was not enough, but at least you said you liked it, and I like it very much."
"Chang'an City is far away from the Great River Country, but it is not as far as the journey to the wilderness. If you really want to come, if you really want to go, it is very close. In the future, you will come to see me, or I will come to see you, or I will see you in the clouds and mist in other mountains.
, are all the joys of life.”
"After experiencing many things, the mountains and rivers in my eyes have new meanings. On the day we meet again, what I write will definitely be more magnificent than today. I hope you will work harder and don't disappoint me."
After reading the letter, Ning Que was silent for a long time. Then he walked back to the bedroom in the backyard, lifted up the bed board, and took out the box below, only to find that the banknotes in the box had been returned.
Looking at the thick banknotes in the box, he couldn't help but smile, knowing that even if he didn't say those words before eating, Sangsang was already ready to move them back.
He put the box back under the bed board, looked at the letter in his hand and thought for a moment, then threw it into the wastebasket next to the desk. Then he took the big black umbrella and told Sangsang to go to the front bunk and wait for her.
After washing the dishes, Sang Sang started to fetch water. She had fetched water once the day before yesterday, and the water tank was basically full. She soon finished her housework and wiped the non-existent sweat on her forehead as a habit.
She 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 wastebasket and picked out the letter, then took out another box from somewhere in the room, and solemnly put the letter away.
The letter was placed in the deepest part of the box, and then the box was returned to its original position.
This is Sangsang's little black box, which contains some things that Ning Que decided to throw away for some reasons, but that were very precious to him, such as the mourning note that Ning Que copied on the rainy night after Zhuoer's death.
She knew that this letter was precious to Ning Que, so she kept it well.
After walking out of Lao Bizhai, Sangsang opened a big black umbrella and followed Ning Que outside Lin 47 Lane.
Ning Que had long been accustomed to her making the bed, folding the quilt, washing dishes, and holding an umbrella.
But after walking for a while, he suddenly took the big black umbrella from Sangsang's hand.
Sangsang raised her little face and glanced at him doubtfully.
He smiled and said, "Let's go."
Sangsang squinted her willow-leaf eyes, smiled and nodded: "Yes.
The first spring rain fell in Chang'an City, which was as precious as oil.
The master and servant under the umbrella looked at the rain curtain, as if they had seen the past and the future.
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