The little teapot drank the medicinal soup and a bowl of gruel under the service of the two women, during which no matter how the girl Min teased him verbally, and how Sister Yi counted him, he always showed surprisingly quiet and well-behaved, ignoring everything, and being obedient, let the two women fiddle and nag, no matter how ugly the words are, he can bear it calmly.

The abnormal performance of the little teapot is very different from the stubbornness of the past, which makes Sister Yi and Minya, who are familiar with him, very worried, and wonders if this melon baby has really become Ha'er after being stabbed?

The two of them probed the little teapot with concern with inquiry and touch, and found that the little teapot's eyes were smart and the reaction was normal, and the girl wanted to lift the quilt mischievously, but the little teapot immediately covered the quilt tightly, and her expression was frightened, so Sister Yi, who thought that the little teapot had not changed her surname, was so angry that she gave him a burst of headaches, and then scolded the little teapot who covered her head in pain.

The little teapot felt extremely wronged at this time, and he had endured the continuous troubles of two women all morning, but his heart was at a loss, and he found that everything was so strange and ridiculous—the yellowish sandpaper window, the damp and shabby house that smelled of bad fat, the satin quilt in front of him, and the two women in front of him, he had no impression except the slightest closeness, and he could not even remember who he was......

This heart-wrenching encounter made him extremely painful, his frowning brows and panicked eyes fell on the eyes of the two women, turning into a small teapot stealing and begging for sympathy.

After noon, in the backyard of the "Baicui Building", it began to be noisy, because of the assassination of the nobleman last night and was frightened for most of the night to search for the girls who got up one after another, the kitchen guys made pots and pans, the underage is still used as coolies, waiting for the succession of the little girls while washing clothes, while chattering, shaking clothes and pouring water basins one after another, a few loud turtle boys vulgar and unbearable foul words, from time to time mixed in this burst of market symphony.

It didn't take long for the two women who had been serving the little teapot for half a day to go to the front hall to "work", and the little teapot could finally be quiet.

The little teapot lay on the bed weakly, and after looking around in a daze for a long time, he began to search for memories laboriously, and before he could figure out a clue, he only heard the sound of his stomach "croaking", and felt that the anal muscles were about to get out of control, so anxious that he hurriedly lifted the quilt, laboriously held the shoulder wrapped around the strap and moved the left arm off the bed, not caring about the naked appearance, endured the great pain in his heart, moved to the end of the bed with difficulty, opened the commode that Sister Yi put down when she left, sat down to solve the inventory, and kept moaning in pain. His whole face seemed to be on the verge of collapse due to the multiple physical and psychological tortures, but he still endured it until he finally found a toilet chip made of bamboo strips, and finally let out a scream of despair.

The screams attracted the master of the room, this short and fat old man in his fifties came into the door and saw the red little teapot extremely embarrassed, he actually laughed heartlessly, laughed enough before he stepped forward to help the small teapot clean up, while laughing and scolding while helping the small teapot back to the bed with his greasy big hands, and instructed "don't cover the quilt with the melon baby", and finally reluctantly carried the commode out.

The small teapot lying on the bed on his back wiped away a cold sweat, and then carried out a painful self-search, which was a dazed and tangled process, every time he finally felt the familiar phantom appear in his mind, but he couldn't grasp it, until it was dark, his efforts did not have much results.

At night, there was a faint sound of silk and bamboo in the front yard of the wind and snow, and the small teapot that was already tired of sleeping with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, and after a moment of sluggishness, he slowly sat up, and soon saw a Qin Qin hanging by the window.

A warm current was generated between the chest and abdomen of the small teapot, and the familiar feeling quickly poured into his mind, he almost subconsciously lifted the quilt and moved off the bed, took off the Qin Qin hanging on the wall with difficulty, slowly returned to the bed, pulled the quilt over the lower body, and carefully examined the well-made instrument covered with snakeskin in his hand.

The light was getting darker and darker, and the small teapot that couldn't see clearly had to drag his injured leg out of bed again to look for it, and finally found a few candles and half a box of matches left from the dresser, returned to the bedside and lit the candles, carefully fixed them on the square table at the head of the bed one by one, and picked up Qin Qin again to think carefully.

"Zheng-"

A clear voice sounded, it was so melodious and pleasant, but the little teapot did not continue to pluck the strings, but gasped and lay down slowly, staring at the top of the mosquito net with frightened eyes motionless, as if there was a deep fear.

He finally remembered!

Although the intermittent memories lingered in his mind like mutilated images, he remembered them: the neon-lit nightclub stages of the city, the powerful percussion and artificial smoke...... A blonde woman holding a microphone and screaming in revealing clothes, behind her are two young men who play guitar and bass with a passion for themselves, and the lightning flashes of laser lights and blue chase lights......

Wait a minute! How could the tall young man who played the bass be so familiar and so kind...... Oh, my God! Isn't that what I am......

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

The small teapot on the bed closed his eyes tightly, his clenched cheeks turned white, and he suddenly didn't know that the sweat of the bean was pouring out of his forehead, and at this moment, he was still struggling painfully in the unpredictable fate.

The bustling nightclub kept coming to his mind, with deafening rock music echoing in his ears, and five young men and women in their twenties playing and shouting frantically in front of hundreds of frantic spectators......

And finally? Finally, five edgy young men and women walk out of the nightclub door and discuss what to do as they walk through the streets at midnight...... An off-road vehicle and a van sped up, and more than a dozen men in black rushed out of the car with sticks and steel pipes in their hands...... The female singer was taken into the car in a screaming and crying, the drummer and keyboardist fled with blood on their heads, and the brave guitarist fell to the ground in a stick...... The bass player rushed to the car like crazy to save people, and suddenly a steel pipe flew and slammed into his knee, and another wooden stick hit him directly on the head......

"Ahh

In the candlelight, the head of the little teapot, his face and body were drenched with sweat, his breathing was short, his face was full of pain, and before he knew it, he covered his face and sobbed quietly.

The sky was completely dark, the little teapot calmed down, he grabbed Qin Qin on the edge of the bed, stretched out his slender and trembling fingers, stroked slowly over and over again, and finally gently plucked the strings.

This is an old-fashioned instrument made according to the 12 equal laws, the headstock is carved with a plum blossom pattern, and the small teapot gently plucks the four strings almost subconsciously, and the consciousness springs up in my mind: This is a national instrument with a fifth interval and 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 similar, so he began to pluck the strings gently with the three fingers of his right hand, and his eyes closed unconsciously, almost unconsciously, slowly plucking out monotonous notes.

After playing it more than a dozen times, the hand of the little teapot slowly stopped, opened his eyes and stared blankly at Qin Qin in his hand, his emaciated chest rose and fell violently again, and his breathing became more and more rapid - in the monotonous sound of strings, his memory revived disorderly, although the surging fragments were incomplete, but it was enough for him.

"You're going to die, you? What a loser! If you don't know the price of firewood and rice, do you light candles like this? The old lady worked hard to steal a few candles back, and you spoil them like this, why are they shining so brightly? Count the ovals? In the past few years, you have eaten and drunk me, and I have used mine, even if I have my back, but you can't spoil the old lady's things, the old lady's eyes poke and poke and raise you, I hope you make money, when can you let me enjoy some happiness......"

Sister Yi rushed in at some point, scolded loudly, put down the bamboo snack box in her hand, bent down and pouted and blew violently, the four candles were extinguished instantly, only the shortest one was swaying with a bean-like flame, and the originally bright room suddenly became much darker.

Little Teapot's stunned face slowly relaxed, and soon showed a smile that she thought was kind to the fierce Sister Yi: "Your mouth is so big." ”

"Smack-"

"Ouch—"

Sister Yi was so angry that she fanned the small teapot with a loud slap, although she was graceful and not ugly at all, but her big mouth and the large burn scar on the right side of her face were extremely conspicuous, many people still don't call her by her name but call her Big Mouth Sister, almost all the guests dislike her because her big mouth is a bad omen of "eating dead men" in the photo book, which makes Sister Yi, who has no skills, have a bleak livelihood, and she has not saved a few dollars in the dust for seven or eight years, but because she was soft-hearted five years ago, If it weren't for her proficient rhythm, excellent piano skills, and her surname Ge Perseverance, self-esteem and self-love, she won the appreciation and sympathy of the owner of the Records Institute and the old bustard, and left her in Baicuilou to help train a group of little girls' skills, I am afraid that she would have been exiled to the inferior kiln outside the East City, and in order to survive and go to receive the peddler pawns every day.

Sister Yi didn't understand all the little teapots, but he saw the deep pain and disappointment in Sister Yi's flushed eyes, so he slowly put down the hand covering his face, and raised his head to look at the bulging Sister Yi: "You are very similar to my sister, in fact, I have a sister's ...... Ouch...... Why are you so savage? A man can't hit you in the face, you know it's not ......"

"Bang Bang-"

Two slaps on the head of the little teapot again, Sister Yi grabbed her hand that hurt and scolded again: "The gourd baby who said dog, I'm not your sister, you go out and find your sister, you have to find your mother, what are you doing and still lying on the old lady's bed and not leaving?" You shameless turtle son! The old lady has worked hard to bring you food, but you have no conscience, you white-eyed wolf without a mother......"

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

The little teapot dodged a few times and didn't dodge, she simply grabbed Sister Yi's hand, Sister Yi, who was wrapped in her little feet, was already tired and weak, and was caught by the small teapot, and involuntarily fell into the leg of the small teapot.

But the little teapot didn't care at all, and he didn't let go until the sweaty Sister Yi scolded him and stopped moving, he gasped and said, "Sister, don't be angry, I didn't mean to be angry with you, I just ...... It's just that when I woke up, my brain was cloudy, I couldn't remember a lot of things, and I was so uncomfortable. ”

"Huh? Let go! ”

Sister Yi propped herself up, looked at the face of the little teapot fixedly, and raised her hand to stick it on the forehead of the little teapot. She was indeed frightened, she had never seen the solemn look on the face of the little teapot, especially the cunning eyes, which seemed to hide a deep sorrow at this time.

The little teapot grabbed Sister Yi's hand into her palm: "Sister, how old am I this year?" How do I feel like you've been for so many years? ”

Sister Yi pulled out her hand and sighed, sat on the edge of the bed and tidied 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 skinny monkey, short and short, with thin eyebrows and thin eyes, it is estimated that you are only about ten years old, or you have only begun to grow up in the past two years, and you have the appearance of a man, alas! Even if you are sixteen years old, you have to remember your surname a little longer, and you can support yourself at the age of sixteen, but your surname is too wild, too greedy, and finally I begged the shopkeeper Deng at the street entrance to accept you into the teahouse to work, you have to eat a meal a little oil and water every day, and you can earn two or three yuan a month, but you never learn well, and when you have money, you go out to find your group of fox friends and dogs...... Hey, what are you doing? ”

The little teapot rubbed his sour nose, let out a long breath, and said with a wry smile: "Sister, when I recover from my injury, I will settle down, go out and find something better to do, and I will give it to you when I make money every month." ”

Sister Yi didn't expect the little teapot to suddenly become sensible, she was quite excited after being stunned, her eyes began to redden, she looked at the small teapot with a solemn face, slowly stretched out her hand, held the face of the small teapot, and burst into tears:

"With your words, it's not in vain that my sister will raise you for a few years, and my sister is content! It's good that you're sensible, my sister doesn't want your money, the few military masters who carried you back this morning left a hundred taels of silver, saying that it was for you to recuperate from your injuries, and I will help you put it away for the time being, and it will be of great use in the future. You are not young anymore, you should learn to take care of yourself, learn to be a person and do things, and you will have to start a family in the future, you can't live with your sister in this courtyard that everyone looks down on for the rest of your life, right? ”

The little teapot nodded gratefully, was silent for a long time, and raised his head: "Sister, what day is today?" ”

"I think about it...... Yesterday was the beginning of the winter......" Sister Yi crossed her fingers and was very troubled: "The beginning of winter is September 23, and today is the 24th." ”

"I'm asking what year it is?" The little teapot was full of doubts.

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

"What year is the Year of the Horse?" The little teapot is a little crazy, where does he understand these old things like sixty jiazi.

"The Year of the Horse is the Year of the Horse, the Year of the Horse is the Year of the Horse, the sixty Jiazi rotate, the 12 zodiac signs are arranged back and forth, this year is the Year of the Horse, and next year it will be the Year of the Goat!" Sister Yi, who was still gentle just now, became annoyed again: "The turtle son when he was on his back, he usually doesn't learn well, and he doesn't recognize a big word in the basket, so what year do you do at this time?" ”

The little teapot completely surrendered, looking left and right and pointing to the food box: "Sister, I'm hungry." ”

Sister Yi glared at the small teapot, grabbed Qin Qin on the bed and slapped the small teapot again, hung up Qin when she was done, opened the snack box and brought it: "I bought it from Fan Hulu Noodle Restaurant on Front Street, eat it while it's hot." I'm going out to help, there are a lot of guests in front of me, and I have to watch the little girls singing. ”

"Sister..."

"Turtle son, what do you want? Do you still want my wife to serve you? Sister Yi, who had taken a few steps, turned around.

The small teapot was holding steaming dumplings, looking at her fierce sister, tears couldn't help but flow down, so that Sister Yi, who had just made a straight face, stomped her feet twice, wiped her eyes and hurriedly left.

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ps: The new book is still young, if you want to enjoy it, you can go to see the works of the Son of Heaven "Iron Bone", "Cross-border Ghost Doctor", "Lightspeed Leader", "Regeneration Legend", etc., these books have witnessed the growth of the Son of Heaven.

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