Gruel wowotou, plus a plate of radish strips, is the Song family's lunch.

Squeak sat on a small stool, holding a notched porcelain bowl, and happily took a big gulp.

She eats very fragrantly, and this slightly cramped thatched house can be created by her to create a sense of luxury restaurant.

Song Yushu glanced down at the bowl of porridge in his hand that could illuminate his face, and also took a big sip.

The porridge in Yun Niang's bowl is as squeaky as it is, thick and sweet.

She ate slowly, only listening to the movement of drinking porridge like a big and a small game around her, and her eyebrows and eyes softened a little.

"There's still a nest head here, it's all eaten, don't waste it."

Yun Niang herself didn't touch the nest, but just pinched the plate on the table and motioned for Song Yushu and Squeak to eat.

There are a total of three nests, and one person is enough to share, but Yun Niang resolutely refuses to eat, divides her share into two halves, and gives two small ones.

"Obedient, eat more and grow your body."

A grain of rice was stained on her squeaky cheek, and she looked up from her bowl just in time to see Yun Niang touching Song Yushu's head.

The thin bamboo-like boy bowed his head and hooked his waist, meekly allowing the blind woman to stroke his hair again and again.

Squeaked the head of the nest in his hand, a little dazed.

She turned around, raised a hand and touched her head unskillfully, then turned her head to look at the mother and son strangely, and snorted softly.

It's not fun at all, huh.

After the meal, Yun Niang continued to weave bamboo baskets, these are all things that can be sold, three or five Wen a, Yun Niang takes half a day to weave one, the money is not much, but it is also an income.

Song Yushu in the kitchen rolled up his sleeves and washed the dishes seriously.

The afternoon sun was warm, squeaking at the kitchen door, like a little overseer, staring at Song Yushu working, without blinking his eyes.

Song Yushu cleaned up the stove, wiped his hands, and when he stepped out of the threshold, he scooped up the squeak and put it aside.

I don't know what to think about this little one, such a little big one, squatting at the door like a mushroom, if you don't pay attention, it's possible to step on it.

Song Yushu knew that Squeak was looking at him, but he didn't want to follow her.

A-Niang said that she knew her name, so her brain should be good, but from the river to the house, she didn't mention her family a word, let alone make a fuss about going home, maybe there would be a ghost anywhere.

So Song Yushu planned to hold back and didn't ask.

It's a big deal to put her at the door of the yamen, waiting for the people of the government to deal with it, and you can't keep this child at home.

Song Yushu thought very clearly in his heart, and felt that no matter how good this idea was, he wouldn't take squeak seriously.

Squeak didn't seem to care about Song Yushu's indifference, she watched him do everything with relish.

Occasionally, I will go to Yun Niang's side to hang around, Yun Niang made a small dragonfly for her with a blade of grass, and deliberately left a stalk, which can be carried in the hand to play.

Squeaked in his hand, and dangled from Song Yushu many times as if showing off.

The little girl, who was no longer than his desk, was chirping with fried hair, lifting her tender chin, and looking arrogant.

Seeing Song Yushu looking over, she immediately raised the straw dragonfly in her hand high, meaning, look, look, this is mine, you don't have it.

Song Yushu lowered his head and finished his homework, and then poured out a bunch of straw gadgets from his wooden box in front of the squeak, piled up like a hill.

Squeaky was stunned, the arrogant and smug look on the round little face hadn't had time to put it away, look at Song Yushu's pile, and then look at his poor one, his small mouth was deflated, and tears flashed in his eyes.

Song Yushu was still satisfied with the crushing victory one moment, and the next moment he began to panic and try to squeak.

"You, don't cry, is this okay for you?"

Grabbing a straw butterfly and shoving it into Squeak's hand.

The little girl's big eyes were full of tears, and she looked at him with hazy tears, and her red eyes looked as pitiful as she could.

Where did Song Yushu experience this battle, and immediately waved the white flag and surrendered.

"It's all for you, it's all for you."

Squeaked and sniffed, the urn sounded, and was half-convinced: "Do you squeak it all?" ”

The straw gadgets in here are all made up by Song Yushu himself, in fact, there is nothing to be reluctant to, he nodded: "It's all for you." ”

The squeaky little chubby hand pulled outward, pulling all the booty into his arms, and then broke into a smile: "It's all squeaky." ”

From cloudy to clear, it's just a blink of an eye.

Song Yushu was stunned: "You didn't fake crying just now, did you?" ”

Squeak looked at him with an innocent and ignorant face: "What is fake crying?" "Squeak, I don't know what you're talking about.

Where do children have so many bad intentions, and Squeak is a good baby, hum.

Song Yushu only knew that he was most likely touched porcelain, but he didn't know what kind of difficult little ancestor he was touching.

......

"Where's your father?"

When it came to the evening, Song Yushu still couldn't hold back and broke his work.

This little girl can pant when she has a shadow, and she can eat, but it can't come out of the cracks in the stones, in a stranger's house, why is she not in a hurry at all?

Squeak was still fiddling with the loot he had collected from Song Yushu, and he put it in a row and the winged ones in a row, looking very organized.

"You don't want to stay at my house, do you?"

This question is actually a bit weak-hearted, Song Yushu thinks that touching porcelain should also find a better condition, his family does not say that the family is surrounded by walls, and there is really nothing to covet, why is this little girl lying in his house?

Squeak yawned and rubbed his eyes: "I don't know." ”

"Do you remember or don't know? What about the rest of your family, don't you remember? ”

I'm so sleepy.

Squeak felt that his eyelids were a little heavy, and he was not very energetic in front of Song Yushu: "I don't know, Squeak doesn't know anything." ”

Her voice was soft, sounding like a dream.

Song Yushu is going to be embarrassed by her to death, she doesn't know what to ask, why does it sound like playing him?

But in the face of Squeak's clear and clean eyes, Song Yushu began to inexplicably want to believe what she said at the moment.

is clearly only a three or four-year-old child, if she really remembers, there is no need to rely on herself.

She doesn't look like an ordinary child.

Seeing that the little head of the fried little girl was about to slide off the stool, Song Yushu caught it.

The warm little body, held in the arms, heavy.

Yun Niang didn't know when she came over: "Squeak fell asleep." ”

"Just slept."

"A-Niang, she ......"

Song Yushu wanted to speak and stopped, but Yun Niang said with a smile: "When you were a child, you always said that you wanted a sister, maybe Squeak is here to fulfill your wish?" ”

"She's young, maybe she was separated from her family and frightened, she can't remember anything else, maybe she can remember it in the future, let's be her family for a while, okay?"

Song Yushu looked at his mother and was a little shaken in his heart.

"Okay, go to bed early, Squeak will sleep with you tonight."

If you sleep with her, if you wake up at night, it will not be convenient to take care of her.

Song Yushu nodded, naturally he should take care of Squeak.

The Song family did not light the lamp at night, and in order to save money for candles, Song Yushu, who was lying on the wooden bed, was a little uncomfortable.

He has slept on his own for as long as he can remember, and now that there is one more person by his side, of course he can't adapt to it all at once.

The little boy who was in a lot of confusion looked at the roof of the black hole, and the last thing that broke the silence was Song Yushu's gurgling belly.

It is the age of growing the body, and the water porridge and the nest head are not enough to eat at all.

Song Yushu silently tightened his trouser belt, closed his eyes, and urged himself to go to sleep quickly.

When you fall asleep, you don't get hungry.

The moonlight poured in through the window, curled up in a squeak, and I don't know when I opened my eyes.

She clasped the red mole on the palm of her hand, and a thumb-sized golden pearl emerged from her tiny hand.

Squeak held the pearl and looked at the moonlight, then looked at Song Yushu beside him, and finally quietly put the golden pearl under his pillow.

Just trade this for his little flowers and little butterflies.

Squeak tugged at the quilt, covered his head, pretended nothing had happened, and went back to sleep.

-

In the imperial city of Chang'an, it was bright all night, and in front of the desk in the Qinzheng Palace, a man with a majestic figure was sitting at the desk to review the folds.

A black figure hurriedly entered the hall, and as soon as he entered, he knelt down.

The candle-lit early summer night suddenly became more cool.

"Say it."

The man at the desk did not raise his head, and his voice was deep, and he could not hear joy or anger.

"Back to the regent, the underground palace has opened three layers of doors, and the subordinates have not found it...... His Majesty's remains. ”

"Didn't find—"

The man in front of the bookcase slowly raised his head, and the shadow slowly faded from his body, revealing a dignified and majestic face.

Kazuhiko, who was kneeling on the ground, hung his head and said nothing, waiting for the man on top to finish the remaining half of the sentence.

In fact, it doesn't mean much to find it or not.

At the moment when the underground palace collapsed, His Majesty still had a poisonous arrow stuck in his heart, even if the imperial tomb really had a secret room, there was absolutely no possibility of survival.

Moreover, it has been three months.

There was no food supply in the Imperial Tomb.

"If you live to see people, if you die to see corpses, if you don't find them, you will continue to look for them."

Wei Yi wrote down the last word of the comment and said lightly.

"Yes, my subordinates obey."

Feng Yan retreated, and when he walked out of the gate of the Qinzheng Palace, he saw a lantern from a distance, and a delicate goose yellow loomed in the light, and looking at the direction of action, it seemed to be coming towards him.

In fact, in a few moments, that goose yellow color has drifted in front of you.

Feng Yan lowered his eyes respectfully: "See you at the end, Your Majesty." ”

The girl was cute and cute, and her voice was soft: "The Wind Commander doesn't need to be polite, and there are no outsiders here." ”

Kahiko changed his existing respectful posture because of this sentence.

The girl stomped her foot lightly, as if helplessly: "Okay, okay, I'll spare your courtesy, it's okay now, right?" ”

Only then did Feng Yan bend over and get up.

In the night, the girl's eyes were as bright as spring water, and she winked at Feng Yan, naughty and smart: "Is Uncle Wei still busy?" ”

Kahiko was silent.

"Forget it, it is estimated that Uncle Wei Wang will not have time to see me, so please trouble the Wind Commander and help me send this cup of soup in."

A delicate food box was stuffed in her arms, and the girl in the goose yellow dress had already gone away with the lamp, Feng Yan looked at it for a while, and then turned around and went back to the Qinzheng Hall with the food box.