Ning Que woke up, and before he could open his eyes, he gasped, because there was a sharp pain in his head, and the pain made him a little confused, and he couldn't remember the last scene on the Songhe Tower last night, and he didn't know if the headache was caused by a hangover or something else.

He thought about it for a long time, and finally remembered the tall old man in the fox fur, remembered the stubby stick that the old man held in his last hand, and understood the cause of his headache, and couldn't help but be angry and ashamed, angry that the guy dared to make a black hand to himself, ashamed that he was a personal disciple of the master, and he was actually knocked on a sticky stick by a dying old rich man in Chang'an City.

Is he still lying on the terrace of the Songhe Tower at this time? Ning Que thought about these questions, and subconsciously touched his hands, judging from the hardness of the kang noodles under him and the smell of the bedding, he was lying in the old pen fast, so who sent him back? The shopkeeper of the Songhe Tower was still that hateful old guy?

The familiar smell of the futon lingered on the tip of his nose, not a peculiar smell but a reassuring breath for him, his and hers, but he smelled another unfamiliar but very clear smell in his memory, the smell of beef and egg drop porridge made him feel stunned for a while, as if returning to the past.

Many years ago, he took Sangsang to Weicheng to join the army, and when he passed through the town of Tushi on the way, he met a steppe barbarian cook selling beef porridge in the town. An old man in the town was very particular about beating an egg in the beef porridge, and the freshly rolled beef met the flowers formed by the egg pulp that had just fallen in the morning, and suddenly turned into a wonderful food that was extremely sweet and tender, even if you looked at it from a distance, it was extremely delicious.

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 passed through the town silently, and later in Weicheng, he robbed and killed horse thieves with the army for the first time, and after getting the first silver money, Sang Sang made beef egg drop porridge for four days in a row, and the two of them ate a little disgusting, and then they understood that beef egg drop porridge is very supplemental, but the taste of eating too much is actually just ordinary, so it has never been done since then.

Ning Que opened his eyes, looked at the white paper pasted on the roof, smelled the fragrant aroma of beef and egg flower porridge wafting in through the crack in the door, rubbed his aching head and sat up.

He pulled his coat from the kang and put it on his body, pushed the door and walked to the patio, and saw that the neat stacks of firewood under the courtyard wall were a little less, as if they had been stolen by rats at night, and there was a gap in the top row.

He looked forward again, and saw that the green vegetables and 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 and cleaned, and there was no dust.

There was a hot mist floating out of the stove room, Ning Que walked over, and found that the leftovers had been poured into the swill basin, the stove hole that had been cold for two days was flooded with warm sparks again, a few handfuls of fine wood were burning quietly inside, and the porridge bowl on the stove was gurgling and spitting out mist and aroma.

There was a small bench in front of the stove, and Sang Sang sat in the place where she was most accustomed to sitting, watching the firewood and listening to the sound of porridge, grasping the fire, her head drooped slightly, as if she was a little tired and sleepy, her slightly black face was red by the firewood, and the yellow hair floating in front of her forehead was curled even more by the fire.

Ning Que looked at her thin back, and after a moment of silence, he stepped forward and patted her shoulder.

Sang Sang woke up, looked up at him with a small face and asked, "Awake?"

Ning Que snorted and said, "It looks like you haven't slept much all night?"

Sangsang snorted.

Ning Que said: "Then you go to sleep first, and I'll make porridge." ”

Sang Sang stood up from the small bench in front of the stove, wiped the slightly curly hair on his forehead to the back, and when he walked to the door of the stove room, he suddenly remembered something, and turned around and reminded: "Pay attention to some fire, don't be too big." ”

Ning Que said: "Got it." ”

Sang Sang said again: "You don't know how to drink, drink less in the future." ”

Ning Que said: "Got it." ”

Then he went to the stove and sat down on the little bench, and drew the most burning dry wood from the hearth, and turned the windshield to make the firewood smaller.

At noon, Sang Sang woke up, she took out the hair and toothbrush, washed briefly, went into the stove room to take a look at the porridge bowl, and then walked to the front bunk.

On the table in front of the bunk there is a plate of roast duck with peeling and bone, as well as two plates of green vegetables with fresh onions and tender garlic like snow, a bowl of stewed beef and egg porridge that can arouse appetite, two pairs of chopsticks, and two empty bowls.

Except for the beef and egg drop porridge boiled by Sangsang, the other dishes were exactly the same as the day before yesterday, while she was sleeping, Ning Que actually went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables and remade them.

Sang Sang looked at the dishes on the table, suddenly looked down at the small shoes outside the skirt, and said in a low voice: "Are you healed?" If the injury is healed, I will go back to the bachelor's mansion. ”

Ning Que said, "You don't have to go back. ”

Sang Sang was stunned, and after pondering for a while, he walked to the table and picked up the bowl of porridge for him, placed it in front of him, and handed the chopsticks to him, before he began to weigh the porridge for himself.

"Eat. Ning Que pinched a duck leg and put it in her bowl.

Sang Sang said seriously: "This is a dish, not a meal. ”

Ning Que said: "It's all the same. ”

Then the two of them began to eat quietly in the shop, occasionally he sandwiched a chopstick and vegetables for her, occasionally she brought the duck skin dipping sauce to the bowl for him, and then she weighed a second bowl of porridge for him.

Ning Que suddenly laughed.

Sangsang also laughed.

There was a horse-drawn carriage parked at the entrance of Lane 47.

Mo Shanshan sat by the window, lifting the curtain and looking at the old pen not far away. Lao Bizhai is not closed, she can clearly see the picture in the shop, and she can see a lot of details.

Her eyes were still calm, but her eyelashes were fluttering slightly.

She has seen the chicken soup post, and it is precisely because of the rubbings of the note that she gradually has a lot more imagination about the man who wrote this note, so that she has a love for each other before she has ever met, and it is precisely because of this chicken soup post that she has been very familiar with the name at the front of the note since last summer.

She understood the importance of that name to him even earlier than Ning Que herself, so she would be silent and think many times in the wasteland, so she must see Sangsang.

On the first day she entered Changyan City, she saw Sangsang, to her surprise, it was just a very ordinary little maid, and then today she saw Sangsang again.

The Sang Sang she saw this time was Sang Sang who was alone with Ning Que.

Looking at Ning Que and Sang Sang, who were eating at the opposite table in the old pen room, Mo Shanshan finally believed that these two people were already a separate world many years ago, and for them, everyone else in the world was outside the world, and everything was outside the world, and it was difficult to leave their own shadow in that world.

It's like eyes and eyelashes, but usually the eyes can't see the eyelashes, and the eyelashes can't pierce the eyes, and when a strong wind blows from the outside world, the two will notice each other's existence.

"But I'm the mountain, not the wind. ”

Mo Shanshan slowly lowered the curtains, took out a scraped letter and handed it to Xi Zhihua beside him.

Zhu Zhihua hesitated and said, "Are we really leaving Chang'an City like this?"

Mo Shanshan said calmly: "After all, it was Mr. Big who invited me to come, and we will go to the Southern Suburbs Academy later, and after meeting Mr. Big, we will leave." ”

Zhihua sighed, stopped persuading, and got out of the carriage with the letter.

After eating, Sang Sang went to wash the dishes, and Ning Que sat at the table and opened the letter.

On the letter paper is Mo Shanshan's familiar handwriting, the girl's handwriting is not delicate and delicate, and there is a quiet appearance that can't be concealed under the resolute will.

The letter concludes with a few paragraphs like this.

"Maybe fate arranged for you to be a separate world many years ago, and you don't need anyone to stand outside the wood door and knock, and you don't need someone to shout and disturb under the winter tree outside the courtyard, but I don't believe in fate. ”

"The wasteland goes all the way, I want to benefit a lot, Chang'an swims side by side in winter, I am very happy. ”

"Red Wall on a Snowy Night, you said you liked it, I said it was not enough to like it, and in the end it turned out that it was not enough, but at least you said you liked it, and I liked it very much. ”

"Chang'an City is far away from the Great River Country, but it is not as far away as the wasteland, if you really want to come, if you really want to go, it will be very close, in the future you come to see me, or I will come to see you, or he will see you in the clouds and mist, it is a joy in life. ”

"After many things, I have a new idea in my eyes, and on the day of reunion, the book written will be more magnificent than today, I hope you will also work harder, don't disappoint me. ”

After reading the letter, Ning Que was silent for a long time, and then he walked back to the backyard bedroom, lifted the bed board, and took out the box underneath, only to find that the silver ticket in the box had returned.

Looking at the thick silver ticket in the box, he couldn't help but smile, understanding that even if he didn't say that before eating, Sangsang was ready to move back.

He put the box back under the bed, looked at the letter in his hand and thought for a moment, threw it into the wastepaper basket next to the desk, then took the big black umbrella, and said to Sangsang to wait for her in the front bunk.

After Sangsang finished washing the dishes, she began to fetch water, and the water tank was basically full the morning before yesterday, and soon she finished her housework, habitually wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead, walked back to the bedroom and began 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 very carefully, went to the waste wood basket and picked out the letter, and somehow found another box from that corner of the room, and solemnly put the letter in the deepest part of the box, and then put the box back in its place.

This is Sangsang's small black box, which contains some things that Ning Que decided to throw away for some reason, but which were very precious to him, such as Ning Que's funeral post on the rainy night after Zhuo'er's death.

She knew that this letter was precious to Ning Que, so she kept it well.

Walking out of Lao Bizhai, Sang Sang opened the big black umbrella and followed Ning Que to the outside of Lane 47.

Ning Que had long been accustomed to her making the bed, folding the quilt, washing the dishes, and holding an umbrella.

But after walking for a while, he suddenly took the big black umbrella from Sang Sang's hand.

Sang Sang raised his little face and glanced at him suspiciously.

He smiled and said, "Let's go." ”

Sang Sang squinted his willow eyes, smiled and nodded: "Hmm."

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.

(Chapter 3, there are still a few minutes before the end of today, everyone has the trouble of recommending votes in hand, vote for it, the fourth chapter is being written, I don't know when it will be written, friends who can't stay up late sleep first.) (To be continued)