Chapter 184: Ruan Siyi vs. Joe's

???? On this day, Ruan Siyi also wrote two family letters and won a total of ten copper plates.
It wasn't until dusk that the vendors on the street were closed, and he started picking up things and packing them back home carrying the bookcase.
As he was preparing to close the booth, a person standing diagonally across the corner for a long time hurriedly turned away, wiping tears of unknown taste.
When Ruan Siyi arrived home, the lights in the small courtyard had long been lit.
Qiao set the table at the table, and Ruan Siyi went into the room and put the book box first.
"Sang Gong, have dinner."
He did not dare to see her, nor did she dare to see her.
Halfway through the meal, he took out a handful of copper coins from his sleeves and pushed them over.
"Xiangong, where did you get the money from?"
"It wasn't stolen anyway."
Ruan Siyi's tone was a little bad, and Qiao's did not speak. He seemed to feel his breath was wrong, and said in a low voice: "It is earned."
There was a vague murmur there, and Ruan Siyi seemed to hear a cry, but it didn't seem to.
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At night, two people slept in one bed.
He is outside, she is inside.
After moving here, there were only two rooms and only two beds. Ruan Siyi inevitably slept with Qiao's bed. Although there is some distance between the Chuhe Han world, it is on a bed after all.
Ruan Siyi had never slept with Qiao's in a bed before. He thought she did not grow well. She had been married for so many years and was in the name of husband and wife, but she did not belong to him.
And now, all that should go is gone, the one who should leave the most is still beside him ...
Ruan Siyi's mood is complicated ...
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Days are so unhurried.
As the old man said, it is possible to have a livelihood, but it is just food and clothing.
As Ruan Siyi stalled for longer and longer, his letter-writing letters gradually began to have patrons. Like the first lady who gave him the first picture, he was appointed to write for him here, and he even brought him several clients. Ruan Siyi's daily business is good and can earn one hundred or ten essays, and almost can earn more than thirty essays.
After doing this for a while, Ruan Siyi also knew that he had painted two paintings and hung them on the stall.
In the past, he liked vassalism and elegance, and he would do things like framed calligraphy and painting. To be a pair of people who meet the knowledge, you can sell a few or two silver. Of course, you may not be able to buy a pair for a month or two. After all, people who buy calligraphy and paintings have a little extra money, and naturally they will not buy them at such stalls.
After a long time, Ruan Siyi gave the earned money to Qiao Shi every day, but she could not conceal what she was doing. Sometimes when Joe saw him not coming back at noon, he would also give him a meal or something.
...
Suddenly, there was another small stall next to Ruan Siyi's stall.
The small stall sells things very simply, namely buns and buns.
Mother Chen can make snacks, and buns and steamed buns can do it too. I do n’t have much capital to make this, and I ’m not afraid of losing money. I ’m making steamed now. And in this way, Ruan Siyi has something ready to eat at noon.
For a long time, everyone on the street knew that the stand and the bun stand for writing letters were a family, and the two were a young couple.
For the scholar who is always sitting there silently, the people around him have been observing for a long time.
Without him, I always feel that he is not like a person who does this, and people are very silent, always sitting there with his head down, he can sit for a day.
It was like this at first, and after a long time, the scholar would take out a book and look silently sitting there. He scrolled through a line of books for a long time, and the edges were curled.
On the contrary, the woman at the bun stall is more enthusiastic. At the beginning, some of my face was thin, and I was able to say a few words to the patrons who bought buns and steamed buns or the stalls nearby.
"Boss, pack two buns for me."
"Okay, two articles in total."
Ruan Siyi's eyes on the handwriting moved over there--
She wore a blue cloth dress, with a bun wrapped around her head. It seems that without the satin silk and the golden head, the person can save a lot. Due to the hard work these days, the round and stupid figure, which was disgusting in the past, has also become much thinner. With a red face and a smile on her face, she took the copper plate of the other party and she received the pocket under the apron ...
Qiao's put the copper coins in place, and it felt like someone looked at her and raised his head to meet his eyes.
He hurriedly withdrew his gaze, as did her.
"Xiang Gong, are you hungry?"
Ruan Siyi was inexplicably annoyed. She only asked him this sentence every time, making it as if he were a pig.
But this kind of anger is not easy to say, he can only shake his head.
By noon, there were fewer people on the street.
Joe took out a small stove, filled it with some firewood, and took a crock out of the cart. After a while, the soup in the earthen jar rolled away.
She touched it and shrank it so hot that she couldn't help but touch the earlobe and went to wrap the rag around the edge. Take out two rough porcelain bowls and pour out the soup in the crock. One bowl was filled with one bowl, while the other bowl was filled with only half. Finally, the ingredients sinking in the crock were poured into half a bowl by her.
After that, she picked up two hot buns from the steamer and put them on the plate. Together with the bowl of soup, he served Ruan Siyi together.
"Sang Gong, have dinner."
Ruan Siyi didn't speak, and silently took it, and Qiao went to sit on the stool behind his stall.
Just about to start having lunch, the bowl in front of him was taken away, followed by another bowl in front of her.
"That, Xiang Gong, I like to drink soup."
Ruan Siyi ignored her, took a big sip of the soup, and turned to eat his buns.
Joe lowered his head a little bit and fed the buns to his mouth. No one saw that she had already burst into tears.
In the evening, Ruan Siyi packed herself up and quietly came over to help Qiao Shi pick up. Afterwards, he carried the bookcase and freed his hands to help Joe's cart.
The car seemed small, but it was very heavy. It was difficult for Joe to push it by himself.
She pushed this car alone for a month. Occasionally, Ms. Chen would come to help her. In the next two months, there was an extra person to help her.
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That day, I ran out of dinner.
After finishing the table, Joe's quietly put something beside the table.
Ruan Siyi was surprised to see the thing.
This is not a rare treasure, it is a "The Analects".
For Ruan Siyi in the past, it was like a dime. But now, he thinks for a long time, he is not willing to buy, or he has no spare money to buy. The silver money I earn every day is only enough to not be hungry, but such a book requires several silver.
After Qiao's lay down, he went to the stove. Ruan Siyi froze for a long time before slowly reaching for the book.
After taking it, he rubbed for a long time.
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at night.
In the quiet bedroom, a small world surrounded by a veil.
"Actually, you can go back to your mother's house, you don't need, you don't need to follow me like this ..."
Joe's eyes widened, staring at the empty sky, and he choked back with a choked voice, "Marry a chicken and a chicken and a dog and a dog.
She thought it was finally possible to cover the heat, or did she not cover it?
Qiao Xinlan, how long can you persist?
He seemed to be by his side, and he didn't seem to be. Obviously very close, but feel very far away.
Qiao Shi rolled over carefully, buried his face in the quilt, and held his breath for a long time before he burst into tears.
I couldn't stop crying, crying dimly.
She never cried like this before. She would cry very loud if she wanted to cry. Later, she slowly realized that even if she cried loudly, no matter how fierce it was, she could not stop his gaze, and she changed ...
She also wants to be decent ...
She can endure hardships and live a hard life that she never dared to think about before. She thought she would not be able to bear it, and it was not really difficult in fact.
She felt that she was strong now and could face any embarrassment, only to find that it was only his words that she could not bear anymore ...
"Don't cry ..."
In the dark, there was a voice saying that, with a hand on her shoulder, she seemed to want to comfort but did not know what to do.
Qiao Shi turned around and plunged into Ruan Siyi's arms, crying out loud.
She cried for a long time, murmured in her mouth while crying, ‘I will never leave you, I will not’ ...
She murmured this sentence many times, as if persuading him and herself.
It is said that the boy has tears and does not flick. From the accident at home to now, even if he suffocated his heart, Ruan Siyi has never cried. But at this time, his voice could not help but his hands were shaking.
"Don't cry ..."
I couldn't stop it. In the end, he used the most primitive, as if he blocked his mouth ...
Tears are salty, somehow, but a little bit sweeter ...
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The next day before dawn, Qiao Shi quietly got up.
Ms. Chen started earlier than her and steamed steamed buns with noodles early in the morning.
The noodles were awakened the day before, and in the morning I only used freshly chopped stuffing and steamed them on the steamer. When the time comes, Joe takes it to the market and sells it, just using the firewood below to heat it up.
"Mom, why did you get up so early again?"
"You can't fall asleep when you are old, so get up early and do things."
"Mom, you suffered with me ..."
"What do you mean, miss, my mother is not bitter."
The two of them worked together and it was dawn. The cooktop is double-stove, and when the buns are steamed, the gruel cooked on the side is also good. Put the steamer down, Ms. Chen fired a green vegetable, and Joe picked some pickles from the pickle jar, and then you could have breakfast.
Qiao's came out with breakfast. Ruan Siyi was standing at the door of the main room and looked over here. Qiao's eyes just hit him. Qiao's face was red, and Ruan Siyi's face was also suspected of being red.
After breakfast, the two went out together.
Putting up the stall, the two of them sat down and took a breath. Ruan Siyi was suddenly stuffed with a slightly hot thing in his hand. Looking down, it was a cooked egg.
"Uh, you were tired last night, here you are ..."
"The boss comes with two buns."
"Hey, here."
Looking at the egg in his hand, Ruan Siyi wanted to say something, he was not tired.