Wushui town is a typical water town. After thousands of years of history of scouring, the water is still, biyou color. The houses on both sides of the river are very simple, with black tiles and blue bricks and hollowed out window lattice. The strings of red lanterns hanging from the eaves are graceful in the wind, like the tassels in the hair of Jiangnan women who walk into the alleys with oil paper umbrellas.
Ah Heng is used to all these things, but Yan Xi is as strange as a newborn baby at first sight of this world.
Yunfu gives aheng some money and laughs kindly. He asks her to take Yanxi to the market. Ah Heng took the money, although I don''t know why his father''s attitude towards Yan Xi has become so fast, he still obediently listened.
There are two days to go before the lunar new year, and the market is full of excitement.
Yan Xi has been restless since he left the cloud house. He runs around holding a camera. He sees pedestrians as if he sees a monkey in a circus. He is very upset.
Aheng ran out of breath after him, but his intuition was disgraced. He buried his head and thought he didn''t know the boy.
You look like a circus. You look like a zoo!
In the market, people carrying goods are walking in a hurry, and the crowd is very busy.
The men in Shuixiang are usually gentle and gentle, and rarely have sharp edges and corners. The girls are beautiful and gentle, and the batik skirt swings gently. It is needless to say that the beauty has reached the fixed Jiangnan posture. Most of the children wear tiger heads and are held in their arms by their parents, holding sugar cakes in their hands. Their saliva, nose and water fall evenly and plump Dun''s lovely.
Yan Xi also took the sugar cake, tore a corner, and threw peanuts into his mouth. He laughed so big that his eyes were almost out of sight.
Aheng held the camera and looked at the white sugar cake eagerly. Just now he asked her to buy two pieces of sugar cake. As a result, when she ran back, the teenager hung the camera in his hand around her neck. He took a piece of sugar cake with one hand in two hands, one in the left and one in the right. He didn''t even leave the dregs for her.
"I want to eat, too." Ah Heng sucked his nose. He didn''t like it.
"You''ve lived here for so many years and haven''t eaten enough?" Young eyes do not lift, cheek Bang drum, still left and right bow.
Choking! Ah Heng was depressed.
After eating, he stretched out his tongue and licked his fingers with great effort. His eyes glanced at the girl.
Ah Heng is speechless.
"Wushui Town, what else to eat?" The boy asked her with a smile.
Ah Heng thought about it and said, "Stinky Tofu."
"B city also has, not rare." Young people don''t think so.
"Jiangnan tofu, made." Ah Heng explained.
Yan Xi quipped: "bang! We still make it with northern tofu. "
Ah Heng laughed: "you taste it and you will know."
She took Yanxi along the Bank of the river and walked into the lane. After a few turns, she came to a small shop with a wooden signboard. The sign said: Lin''s tofu Fang. The five brush characters are vigorous and powerful, but they are still elegant.
Under the eaves of the small shop is a string of red lanterns, which flutter gently with the breeze. There are only a few wooden tables in the shop, and the scattered diners are eating quietly, which is totally different from the lively atmosphere in the market, but it is very warm.
"Uncle sang, two bowls of bean curd and one dish of fried dried seeds!" Ah Heng called out.
"OK!" Behind the blue curtain came the simple and honest voice of the middle-aged man.
Yan Xi looked at the cottage, his big eyes turned a few times, and then he laughed: "here, it''s funny."
"What''s the matter?"
"It''s not cold in winter because there are cracks in the four corners of the roof."
"Leave the seams and dry the tofu at night." Ah Heng explained to the boy, "boss, don''t live here."
Yan Xi nodded, took the camera, squinted and snapped several pictures.
Yan Xi is a very casual person. Many things he does need no reason, but people feel that they should be.
After a while, a smiling little man came out with a square wooden table with red paint on it, on which were several coarse porcelain bowls.
Ah Heng exchanged greetings with the man.
"Yes? Are you feeling better? " The man looked at Yan Xi and found that he was not familiar with the cloud. He said hello to each other mildly.
"Now in a big hospital, my mother said the operation was very successful." Ah Heng smiles, his face is gentle and sincere, and his eyes are filled with joy.
The shop owner, who was called by ah Heng as Uncle sang, heard the girl''s words, and his face was very happy: "well, now I can go back to school. He did very well before he left school, and your brother and sister generally fought for each other. "
Ah Heng laughs and laughs, and his eyebrows are bent far away.
The guest of adjacent table urged, the boss walked into the kitchen behind the blue curtain again.
Aheng put a bowl of steaming bean curd in front of Yan Xi. The young man''s slender white fingers tapped on the table. He raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not say anything. Although in his opinion, this Jiangnan bean curd does not look different from what he drinks every morning.Ah Heng is pale.
Yanxi took a spoon and scooped it into his mouth.
Ah Heng looked at the boy with a smile: "is it delicious?"
"This Or tofu? " He was wide eyed, with a straightforward innocence.
Ah Heng nodded.
"There is no astringency. When it comes to the mouth, it''s smooth and tender. It looks like egg pudding." The young man squints slightly, his face is ruddy and his expression is satisfied.
Egg pudding? Well, is it delicious?
Aheng was dazed, but he finally laughed. His thin lips rose, and the corners of his lips were small and thin lines of smile.
"Try it, this one." Ah Heng handed the fried dry son to the boy.
The young man put a piece into the mouth to chew, but frowned and vomited out: "how is it bitter?"
Aheng also frowned, suddenly thought of something, embarrassed to say: "Uncle sang, did not put, sauce. I used to eat and I didn''t like seasoning Then she ran to the kitchen and asked for a dish of sauce, which she poured on the dried fruit.
Yanxi took another small piece and tasted it in the mouth. The tip of his tongue was the crispness of tofu and the sweetness of sauce, which covered the bitterness. The fragrance was incisive and full-bodied.
Aheng saw the young man stretch his eyebrows and sighed in secret. She grew up in Wushui when she was a child. She instinctively protected the soil and water in this area, and didn''t want others to have a trace of hate for it.
This kind of thinking, if used in people, is usually called: protecting the short.
"Zhen Dong, there is a sweet well in Town God''s Temple. Tofu is made with well water
Yan Xi nodded his head slightly, ate it in a small mouth, looked at the food, and cherished his face.
Sangzi uncle from the kitchen brought out a small plate of dried bamboo shoots, let Yan Xi with rice. Dried bamboo shoots are very appetizing, and Yanxi ate a lot.
"Ah Heng, the sign in Uncle Sang''s shop is old. Your aunt asked me to ask you to write another one." The man looked at the girl honestly.
"Well." Ah Heng nodded with a smile.
Yan Xi was surprised: "did you write the words on the sign?"
Ah Heng nodded again with embarrassment.
"The writing is too fast, the intensity is not balanced, the ink is not evenly adjusted, and the last stroke is not coherent enough." The boy spoke blandly.
Ah Heng swallowed his saliva.
"We ah Heng began to practice calligraphy since we were a child. We can write better than doctor Yun in the town." Uncle sang opened his mouth, some of whom did not like the tone of youth.
"Well, it depends on talent." The young man smiles lightly. The implication is that after practicing for many years, it is useless to have no talent.
Aheng knew he was telling the truth, but he was still disappointed. She has been practicing calligraphy with her father since she was a child, regardless of the heat or cold. Now the young man''s sentence "no talent" has really hit her.
"The child''s tone is not small, you write a few words, let me see." Uncle Sang was a little angry.
The young man shrugged his shoulders and looked lazy.
Uncle sang took a pen and paper and put it in front of Yan Xi.
The young man casually poured ink into the inkstone, sat upright and held his pen. The hair on the tip of the pen dipped in the ink. He raised his wrist slightly and turned the tip of his pen. He slowly sipped away the extra ink at the end of the inkstone. He raised his hand. His fingernails were crystal clear and mellow, reflecting the bamboo brush holder. It was very beautiful.
"When writing the word" Lin ", the left" wood "needs to see the style of style, and the" wood "on the right shows the charm. When you write, it''s a big taboo to pick up the brush too fast and the ink is not even." the "home" character is well written, but the exquisite strokes and strokes are not taken into account; the "bean" character is well written, but the ink color is uneven; the "rotten" character is more difficult to write, and you can write better When you write the word "shop", the ink is probably dry, so you write back. " Young people write, while lowering their head to speak blandly.
In one breath, the charm is natural and the edge is clear.
A word, let ah Heng surprised.
Each stroke, free and easy, graceful, random and write, but the heart is full, full of aura surging.
"I said, didn''t I?" The young man put down his pen, holding his chin, and asked her lazily.
Ah Heng was stunned.
Sangzi uncle was subdued, looked at the words, smile can not close his mouth: "this child is good, there are two brushes."
Yan Xi nodded slightly, polite and gentle.
The boss also sent a lot of delicious food, the boy pretended to be reserved, but the titter of his mouth leaked from time to time.
"Well, I wrote to the boss, we don''t have to pay, how good! You should have acted more shocking just now, so as to show the value of my writing. Maybe the boss will give us more food. " Yan Xi opened his mouth in a low voice, his mouth was full, and his big eyes were clear autumn water.
Aheng drank bean curd and almost choked to death: "I just did not pretend to be." Her expression could not be more serious.
The young man raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Wenheng, why should you be so worried? I learned to hold a pen before I could walk. If you have no talent, how can you compare it? "
Aheng gazed at the boy and laughed. She thought that she and Yanxi were not strangers, but every day she knew him, she felt more distant and strange. It was better to see him at first, at least directly and completely."Let''s go to the sweet well you said." Yan Xi is full and ready to eat.
brings up the town of Wu Shui. Apart from the customs of the water village, the most popular visitor is Town God''s Temple. The temple was full of incense and fire. On the first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year, many people went to worship for wealth, peace and marriage.
But ah Heng said he wanted to see a well in the temple.
Yan Xi looked at the bluestone at the mouth of the well and touched it slightly with his hand. His fingertips rubbed a layer of moss. There are many people in the temple, incense, everyone''s face solemn, with piety.
"It''s strange that they don''t worship this well, but they worship some stone men." The boy sneered.
"No disrespect for ghosts and gods." Aheng grew up in Wushui when he was young. He still has some respect for the City God.
The boy glanced at the girl, and then he bent down, folded his hands, and worshipped the well.
"What are you doing?" Ah Heng is curious.
"Thank you for bringing us such delicious food."
Aheng sucked his nose and reminded him kindly: "tofu is made by Uncle sang."
"So, I wrote a sign for him." The boy''s eyes roll up.
"But you didn''t pay for the meal!" Ah Heng pointed out.
"One thing is one thing! I wrote him a sign to express my gratitude. Full table of dishes, I do not eat others will eat, who eat different! It''s not that I don''t pay, it''s he who won''t let me. Young master, I''m really embarrassed. It''s more difficult to be a good man than to be a good man. " His words are sincere and his words are strict.
Aheng chuckled, pursed his lips, and raised his mouth slightly.
"Well, I''ll say goodbye, too." Ah Heng also bent down and seriously joined the ten: Well, Gujing, Gujing, I don''t ask too much, you can let the world peace, Asian, African and Latin American children eat sugar cake.
Yan Xi stayed in the cloud family for a few days. It was the end of the lunar calendar. It was hard to say that he would not go home again. When he left, he told his grandfather that he would go home for the Spring Festival.
Therefore, at the 27th hour of the lunar calendar, the young people asked to leave.
"Can''t you stay another day? Just one day. " Aheng was a little disappointed, and Wushui words came out.
"Ah Heng, don''t be ignorant!" Before waiting for a reply, Yunfu yelled and interrupted ah Heng''s thought.
Ah Heng closed his mouth and looked at the mica wrongly. Mica patted her hand, but never said anything. She just went back to the room and helped her pack. She followed her mother into the room and came out with her head down in silence.
Yan hoped that she didn''t know what to say, so she turned pale and said goodbye to her foster parents.
At present, this kind-hearted man and woman are not her own parents after all; the house and the land, however warm, are not her belongings after all.
So, it''s a great pity.
Before leaving, mica took Yan Xi aside and said some words.
Aheng saw him from afar, but he couldn''t bear to look at his mother again. He said goodbye to his father and went out of the house.
When Yan Xi came out, he looked at her a few times and said, "it''s a girl in the end." After all, for the little things in the eyes of the boys, silent sad.
Aheng didn''t know what his mother had said to him, but it was always right not to speak, so he kept silent and followed him in silence.
She saw his back as a traveler, his big backpack, his upright posture, and his cold butterfly bones.
It was afternoon when we got to s city station. They queued for a long time to get the ticket. It was six o''clock in the evening.
"You sit here waiting for me." The teenager handed her the ticket and walked out of the waiting room.
Aheng looked a little tired, and was in a bad mood. After Yanxi left, she sat in the chair and froze.
It was a quarter past five when she looked at the watch.
Yan Xi has not come back.
She stood up and walked back and forth in the crowd, turning her chair around. Although the check-in time was approaching, she did not move around because of anxiety. The air in the waiting room was so stagnant and dirty that she walked about trying to skim some of the paralyzed things from her brain.
When the boy came back, it was just this scene: the girl frowned and lowered her head, walking around her seat in vain.
Yan Xi is a lazy man. He thinks the scene is incredible. He strides over and gives a slight cough.
Ah Heng raised his head, the first thing he noticed was the backpack on his shoulder, which seemed to be bulging a lot. Ah Heng guessed that he might have bought some local products.
It''s still the step of coming: check in, get on the bus, find a seat.
However, aheng lost his interest and yawned in the carriage. Looking at the time, it was already nine o''clock, and the night outside the window became more and more intense.
"I''m sleepy." She looked at Yan Xi, sleepy.
The "sleepiness" of Chinese people is equal to "good night" of Westerners.
"No way." The young man spoke blandly.
Ah Heng yawned, rubbed his eyes and asked, "why?"Young pick eyebrows, fingers on the small table gently tapped: "how do I know!"
"Oh."
Oh, no, why don''t you let me sleep! Ah Heng thought vaguely, and his consciousness began to be lax. She felt like a baby wandering in her mother''s body, warm and peaceful.
White world, pure world.
All of a sudden, the world whirled around so fast that she felt dizzy. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a pair of big and frightening eyes.
"Awake?" The boy loosened his hands and stopped shaking.
Aheng looked out of the window. It was still dark, and the sky was not bright. She looked at Yan Xi, sniffed and aggrieved.
Although Wang Heng''s eyes are bigger than those of Wang Weng''s, why did she not choose to be a teenager today
The young man broke the sentence and took it out of his backpack for a long time. He took out a small and lovely cream cake and held it in his heart with a flat smile: "but, young master, I wish you a happy birthday."
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