As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to break your muscles and bones!

The small teapot with a machete pierced by the shoulder can only endure the surname to recuperate, and he can't go anywhere for more than half a month, like a walking corpse in the small room and yard, fortunately, the bones are not broken, and the best doctor in the city comes to help him change the medicine in three days, plus he is young and has a good physical foundation, and under the care of good food and drink and good medicine, he recovers quickly, but he still needs to hang his left arm to facilitate the healing of bones and muscles.

The little teapot can't be said to have no harvest in the bitter waiting, at least the short and fat old man in the room and a few guys are familiar, these few fire cat grandsons who also belong to the cheap breed are the most, they like to laugh at the little teapot that is more unlucky than them, every day when they see the little teapot hanging their arms to the thatched house behind, they will fall down to the ground and sneer a few words.

The little teapot with coarse nerves doesn't care about this, he knows that his body has been under the fence for many years, and he is extremely vulnerable, so he doesn't contradict anyone to find himself unhappy, but occasionally he will judge the situation, and use novel language to laugh and scold a few words, causing everyone to laugh together, not only did not offend people, but because of this, the relationship with a few guys was a lot closer, at least he could often receive bowls of oily leftovers from the short and fat old man.

The little teapot has great respect for the short and fat man's head, and respectfully calls him "Uncle Rong", so that the old man and the head of the man praise the turtle son for his growth, and no one understands that the little teapot still hides extreme selfishness in his heart: although it is leftovers, it tastes good and nutritious, and now this weak little body is in urgent need of nourishment for growth, otherwise he will still be beaten in the future, and he has no relatives and is penniless, and he is lucky to get such a rich gift, in addition to thanking from the bottom of his heart, How can he be the slightest bit critical?

During this time, the little teapot has seen his three fox friends and dog friends, once the three of them sneaked in from the main entrance to visit, just arrived at the door of the room and were kicked out by the turtle of the courtyard, once in the early morning the three of them quietly climbed over the wall and knocked on the window, two emaciated and one skeleton thick, looking at the clothes and bearing, they are all poor teenagers of the same age as the little teapot, among which the thin teenager took out a paper bag from his arms and handed it to the little teapot, several people failed to say a few words through the window, Sister Yi woke up and scolded, The three little brothers in the little teapot fled as if they were frightened.

Sister Yi opened the paper bag and saw half of the braised pig's head meat inside, but surprisingly did not continue to teach the little teapot a lesson, nor did she say a word about the three gangsters who escaped.

For Sister Yi's domineering, the little teapot no longer has as much reaction and opinion as before, he knows that in this world, only this nineteen-year-old sister loves him the most and cares about him the most, although Sister Yi has a hot temper and her mouth is very stinky when she scolds.

From an ordinary piece of braised pig's head meat, the little teapot saw the care and righteousness of the three fox friends and dog friends for themselves, and deeply felt a rich and simple warm friendship, but the little teapot still couldn't name the three fox friends and dog friends.

The winter night in Chengdu is unusually cold and wet, although there is no snow, but in the morning, the hoarfrost condensed on the grass and trees in the yard can be seen everywhere, and there is no money to burn charcoal for heating.

Sister Yi can't come back to rest until late at night every night, she didn't find any abnormalities in all aspects of the little teapot, seeing that the little teapot no longer wants to sleep with her like before, she will only think that the little teapot has finally grown up after the catastrophe, although the flesh below is already quite large-scale and there are few conspicuous hairs, but it is also a man and not a boy.

The only thing that made Sister Yi dissatisfied was that after the little teapot was injured, she never combed her braids properly, stubbornly let her long hair float loosely, and he didn't want to wear that melon skin hat anymore on a cold day.

After the left hand of the little teapot can move a little, Sister Yi did not stop the little teapot from playing her Qin Qin and pipa, in her opinion, it is better to play musical instruments than to live idly like a pig, so in her spare time, she also taught the little teapot some basics of playing the Qin Qin, so that the little teapot that recuperated behind closed doors would not be suffocated.

The girl who lives next door likes to come over to tease the little teapot to play, and by the way, she also pointed out a little teapot that suddenly "hooked" Qin Qin, so the little teapot didn't feel too lonely and bored.

There is one thing that has always made the little teapot feel incredible: the sisters in this courtyard have no score at all to play music, from their ancestors' generation to the present, the way of teaching is almost all humming and playing at the same time, at most there are a few yellowed lyrics written in traditional characters.

The little teapot sighed, and had to admire the extraordinary talent of these dusty women. Min Yatou felt very comfortable with the reaction of the little teapot, but pretended to be modest and said: "Your sister and I can only be regarded as proficient, and the few Yangzhou Qing talents in the courtyard next door are the best pianists and singers in the entire Chengdu City." ”

After asking the little teapot carefully, I learned that the few Yangzhou Qingqi people in the mouth of the girl were the girls who sang in the teahouse on the day he was injured.

Min girl looks round and fair, two years older than the little teapot, with an extremely innocent appearance, I don't know how many people have been deceived, but in front of the little teapot, she doesn't have to deliberately hide her cunning and shrewdness.

But the little teapot is no longer the little teapot of the past, and it is no longer the ignorant young man who was confused by the Min girl, but he still put on a foolish look of being deceived, and continued to bear the ridicule and light corporal punishment of the Min girl, flattering a few words from time to time without leaving a trace, and the words were deliberately mixed with the "sinister intentions" of the little pervert, which made the Min girl have a sense of accomplishment and pleasure, and the little teapot can also pass some boring time.

So, the girl who plays the pipa well and can skillfully play the transverse flute and bamboo flute comes to teach almost every day, teaching and laughing at the same time.

More than half a month later, Min Yatou finally got impatient and began to frequently scold the "clumsy" little teapot for being a stupid person with no musical talent, and he couldn't play a complete tune after learning for a long time. In this regard, the little teapot that was deliberately concealed still grinned and unconcerned, and from time to time deliberately provoked the hairy girl in words and actions, in exchange for the min's pinching and laughing and scolding.

The reason why the little teapot does this is very simple, because they get along with each other a lot, and he feels a lot of indescribable things - the Fengyue woman Min Yatou, who lives in the world and is sad in her heart, is far less carefree than she looks on the outside, and the little teapot has heard the faint crying sound next door four times during this time, so the little teapot thinks that the Min girl needs the care of her friends and needs to have a channel to vent and dissolve.

One afternoon after the winter solstice, the gray sky finally snowed, and the little teapot that had been resting for fifty days finally healed.

The little teapot respectfully sent the doctor away, returned to the room and thought about it repeatedly, but he still didn't know who he had saved by "sacrificing his life to save people"? Why hasn't the "rescued nobleman" who ordered someone to heal him in time and gave him a hundred taels of silver as a reward so far? Why did the doctor hesitate and refuse to say who entrusted him when he was leaving?

These questions, the little teapot has never been clear, so far he only knows everything he has done after he woke up, and he has no memory of everything before, and he is at a loss, including the name "Little Teapot" and anything related to "Little Teapot", the scene of his rescue, or Sister Yi and Min Yatou told him after they went out to inquire.

After a long time, the little teapot sighed, sat down at the head of the bed, and carefully gazed at the half of the old newspaper attached to the wall.

The old newspaper on the wall, which is full of vertical traditional characters, was sent by three little brothers wrapped in pig's head meat, and the small teapot still pasted it on the wall despite the oily stains, because the content on it is extremely important to the current small teapot: the 53rd issue of "Minbao", the fourth day of October in the 32nd year of Guangxu, November 1906 in the Western calendar......

The little teapot was staring at the old newspaper on the wall in a daze, Sister Yi's figure came in a hurry, she picked up the copper basin on the shelf by the door, turned around and went out, and soon panted and came in with most of the basin of hot water: "Come and wash your hair, the turtle son's is not too dirty, and if you don't wash your hair, the lice will be raised, how can you have the face to go out to do things tomorrow if you are sloppy, it doesn't matter if you lose your face, it is a big deal to lose your mother's face!" Dead ......"

The small teapot obediently went over, sat on a low stool, and looked at the steaming half of the steaming tea seed shampoo: "Sister, can you not braid?" ”

"If you don't wear braids, you want to be crazy? Submit! ”

Sister Yi couldn't help but press the head of the little teapot, wash her hair for the little teapot neatly, and kept nagging while washing, saying that she ran to the "Liufangzhai" at the entrance of the alley twice to beg the shopkeeper Deng, so that the little teapot earned back the opportunity to resume work, and ordered the little teapot to get rid of the old problems, be diligent and well-behaved, and this will last a long time.

The little teapot did not squeak, silently enjoying Sister Yi's service, but his brain was spinning rapidly, thinking hard about the future, this is a big problem that he has been thinking about since he was injured, but after dozens of days and nights of meditation, he still has no clue, everything he is facing is extremely strange to him, and it can even be said that he is a little afraid.

Let's not say that he has nothing to do, just the cruel reality in front of him makes him feel helpless and even desperate: the Manchu Guangxu Dynasty, rat tail braids, hair without head......

The little teapot looked at the half of the newspaper on the wall every day, but he still couldn't recognize all the words on it, and he could see a rough idea of the fonts together, but if he separated each word, he could accurately identify less than half of the words, and he was completely blind.

Secondly, his humble background is destined to have little way out and choice, originally he was also briefly excited and longing, fantasizing that he had crossed over like a novel he read, and could become the most famous and greatest musician of this era, but after learning the piano for dozens of days, he learned about the artistic outlook, values and morals of this society, and also made him completely dead, not to mention going out to sing rock and roll, even singing folk songs, it is estimated that he will be treated as a madman, so, by selling songs to become a famous name, and finally seek a bright future, Thinking about it, there seems to be no other way to live in a year or two except to continue to be a teapot or a coolie.

"Look up! The turtle son's is very comfortable, isn't it? The old lady is tired of serving you half to death, you will close your eyes and enjoy it, hum! Turtle son, now I'll tell you, this is the last time my mother will help you brainwash your shell, and you will fend for yourself in the future! Sister Yi was still angry after saying it in annoyance, and slapped the head of the small teapot with her hand.

The little teapot didn't hide, grabbed the towel and wiped his face slowly, raised his head when he finished, and asked very seriously: "Sister, in addition to continuing to serve the teapot, is there any other work?" ”

Sister Yi, who had just stood up, sat down again, and saw that the little teapot was not to tease her, but with a very solemn expression, so she did not make any more feminine power, but explained with feeling:

"Originally, Mother Lu and Boss Xiong were willing to let you eat here, but I mentioned it a few times in the past few days, everyone saw that your lonely heart softened, and they were considerate of me every day for you, but I don't want you to do things in this place, although you don't have to worry about eating and drinking here, and the monthly money is half more than outside, but after all, it is still a bad reputation of the Academy!

"You always have to grow up, you have to start a family and start a business, do you know? With the reputation of a turtle, it's always not good, which innocent daughter of a serious family is willing to marry? So, when you return to the teahouse, you must be honest, diligent, and don't cause trouble anymore, alas...... Okay, stand up and dry your hair, and I'll comb your hair. ”

The little teapot sat like a puppet in front of the dresser under the window lattice, and let Sister Yi fiddle with it.

Sister Yi dried his long hair, began to comb his hair, and kept telling him what had happened in the city recently, asking the little teapot to change his past wrongs, be a down-to-earth person, etc., while talking, seeing that the little teapot had no response, Sister Yi couldn't help but stop in annoyance: "The old lady is talking to you bitterly, you shouldn't be dumb son?" ”

The little teapot raised her head and showed a shyly smile: "Sister, you said that I should sing, okay?" ”

"Go, go, you want to die? Do you think that after learning the piano for a few days, you can make money on stage? Just what your three-legged cat can do, tsk...... It's better to go to the south of the city to help people play cotton, and you can pay three or four yuan a month. After Sister Yi was stunned, she couldn't help laughing.

The little teapot pretended to be angry: "Sister, don't underestimate people!" I almost play the piano, and I can't listen to you when I play the flute, but I can still sing! I thought about it again and again in the past few days, and found that my voice is still quite good, it is estimated that it was practiced in the teahouse to greet guests, the voice is loud, and the breath is also OK, although it is a little hoarse, but it shows the vicissitudes of life, I think it is more suitable for singing folk songs...... Why do you have that expression? Look down on people, huh? ”

Sister Yi suddenly felt very funny, couldn't help but "giggle" and laughed, and finally held her waist and pointed to the forehead of the small teapot: "It's still a folk song, good, good!" So if you think you're good at it, then sing a song to your mother now. ”

"Sing it, just sing it, today Lao Tzu will show you a hand, wash your ears and listen! Alas...... How do you know the ambition of the bird! ”

The little teapot stood up, went over and took down the Qin Qin on the wall, plucked it twice, cleared her throat, came to Sister Yi and asked her to sit down, subconsciously assumed the posture of playing the guitar, and after playing a smooth and beautiful melody, she finally opened her voice and sang loudly:

"You are my lover,

A woman like a rose,

With your fiery lips,

Let me be in the middle of the night endless ** ......"

"Bang, bang...... Whoa...... I'll kill you slut, I call you a slut of immortals, you dare to make up such indiscriminate crooked songs to entertain the old lady......"

"Yay, yay...... Oh...... The bed collapsed, the bed collapsed, and the ...... was whew."

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