Li Zhiwen didn't say much at the moment, turned around and left.

And from beginning to end, Qu Xiangqi didn't even care about Li Zhiwen.

Li Zhiwen ran to the commissary at the entrance of the village and directly bought a light bulb, some green onions, and a handful of noodles.

When he returned to Qu Xiangqi's house, Li Zhiwen carefully changed the light bulb, and the light in this dim room was bright again.

Then Li Zhiwen looked around at this house, and there was really nothing in this house except books.

Looking at the old lady reading in front of me, except for some age spots on her exposed arms, there was skin and bones left.

Qu Xiangqi's lean appearance shows that Qu Xiangqi has always been in a malnourished situation.

Hasn't anyone else questioned her?

This is a strong little old lady, just like her mother.

This touched Li Zhiwen's heart a little.

When Li Zhiwen finished doing these things, Qu Xiangqi never glanced at Li Zhiwen, and completely regarded Li Zhiwen as a transparent person.

An old lady who doesn't even have food to eat, but she still enjoys her spiritual food, such an old lady, no matter how poor she is in life, at least spiritually, she must be rich.

Li Zhiwen wanted to make a bowl of scallion oil noodles for Qu Xiangqi.

Of course, there is a whisker who wants to sell his house, and there is also some comfort in satisfying his unfulfilled filial piety.

When Li Zhiwen walked into the kitchen, he found that there was no oil in the kitchen, no, to be exact, in this home, except for books, some dishes, chopsticks, and furniture, there was nothing left.

Li Zhiwen had no choice but to go to the neighbor's house to borrow it.

The village still seems to be extremely humane, not like the high-rise buildings of later generations, the security door is closed, and it is more than ten years to live, but it is not known whether it is a man or a woman who comes to the door.

When Li Zhiwen was borrowing spices and oil from his neighbor, the neighbor's aunt seemed extremely enthusiastic, took Li Zhiwen's arm and asked: "Young man, you have to be careful, Teacher Qu has a bad temper, and she scolded you at the moment." ”

Li Zhiwen understood that it was not that no one cared about the old lady, but the old lady's personality, so that these people who cared about her did not dare to approach.

In fact, the neighbors are still very worried about her body.

This made Li Zhiwen feel a little emotional, the human touch of this era is far stronger than that of later generations.

After Li Zhiwen finished his work, he directly put a plate of noodles in front of Qu Xiangqi, and said with a smile: "Teacher Qu, don't read the book, come and eat noodles." ”

Qu Xiangqi didn't even raise his eyes, then looked at his book, and said in a low voice: "I don't eat, and I won't sell the house to you, you can go!" ”

Qu Xiangqi's voice sounded like a different change.

Why do you feel this way?

Because as long as people are extremely hungry, they will continue to secrete their own saliva when they see food, which is a physiological reaction, so when they speak, they have a different feeling than usual.

Li Zhiwen guessed that now this little old lady was obviously very hungry, but she was unwilling to bow to Li Zhiwen for a bowl of noodles.

The embarrassment of life does not make her proud bones bend over.

Li Zhiwen opened his mouth and smiled: "Teacher Qu, can you tell me, why don't you eat?" ”

Qu Xiangqi said arrogantly: "I don't need other people's pity, and I don't need to slip my beard, don't think that a bowl of noodles can let me sell the house to you." ”

Li Zhiwen smiled faintly: "It's not pitiful, it's not a slippery beard, I just see that you are very much like my mother, and I am the most human son, I have never fulfilled my filial piety, this bowl of noodles can be regarded as I make up for the regret in my heart, and it can be regarded as making up for my guilt." ”

Speaking of this, Li Zhiwen's eyes were already slightly ruddy.

This is not false, but Li Zhiwen's true feelings.

Qu Xiangqi glanced at Li Zhiwen squarely.

As a teacher, filial piety is the simplest truth she teaches her students, and Li Zhiwen's words touched her heart slightly.

She has had no children all her life, so she has great maternal love.

She looked at Li Zhiwen and probably said, "This is also a poor baby without a mother." ”

It also seems to say that the person who bought the house finally came to someone who could speak.

But even if he was touched in his heart, Qu Xiangqi still didn't mean to put down his books.

Li Zhiwen glanced at the book cover in Qu Xiangqi's hand, and said with a hint of yin and yang: "Teacher Qu, you say that this person is really strange, it's like I give you a serious cooking for 800 and you don't eat it, but this kind of pirated book published without the author's authorization, but you read it with relish, what do you say is the reason?" ”

Qu Xiangqi didn't expect Li Zhiwen to say this, so he frowned and asked, "What do you mean by this?" Have you read the book? ”

Li Zhiwen recalled for a while, and said lightly: "I have seen that the author of this book only won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 82, and many publishing houses in China have privately printed and distributed many of the author's books, but the author is far away in Colombia, and he is not clear about this matter at all, and he has never handed a penny to the author." ”

"You said, no one agreed, but you read his book but you saw it with relish, and now I put all the noodles in front of you, but you said you don't eat them?"

Qu Xiangqi probably didn't think that there would be someone who could convince himself in such a way and let himself eat.

At the same time, she has one more evaluation of Li Zhiwen in her heart, she is a child who loves to learn.

Qu Xiangqi hesitated for a moment, and finally put down the book in her hand, took the noodles that Li Zhiwen cooked for her, and ate them in small bites.

Obviously, she was already hungry, but Qu Xiangqi's tutor made her eat, and she still chewed slowly and looked good.

When Qu Xiangqi was holding the chopsticks, his little finger was slightly upturned, and he picked it twice on the plate, which was a small bite, and then said in the magic capital dialect: "The green onion is too long when it is oiled, I like to eat sweet, you put too little sugar......"

If this were an ordinary person, I would have been unable to help complaining in my heart, I can cook for you, it is already good, but you are still disgusted here.

Li Zhiwen said with a smile: "Okay, Mr. Qu, tomorrow, I will have a shorter time to oil, and then I will put more sugar on you......"

The meaning of Li Zhiwen's words is probably to tell the old lady two meanings.

One, I'll be back tomorrow, and two, I respect you as a teacher.

Obviously, Qu Xiangqi's expression did not change at all, but at this time, when Li Zhiwen looked at Qu Xiangqi's old face, he felt that her expression had eased a lot at this time.