Chapter 265 Beauty Like a Flower (2)
Suddenly, Jiang Caibin felt a stinging pain deep in his head that penetrated his bones.
Because of the pain, he had to squat down against the wall, covering his head and groaning in pain.
The rain stopped and people began to walk in the alley.
But when people passing by saw him struggling in pain, they seemed not to notice, and no one came forward to help.
Only a few faint whispers were heard.
“It’s so pitiful.”
“Maybe I’m sick.”
“Isn’t this from the third family...?”
“Shhh , stop talking, be careful that the third child comes to see you at night..."
"Let me tell you, it's you who touches my mother-in-law who provokes the third child, right?"
"Hey, don't try to scare people."
Jiang Caibin listened to these words, but was unable to refute. , some messy memory fragments appeared in his mind, making him dizzy.
After a long time, he finally regained his composure.
The memory has also been sorted out.
He didn't seem to know why, but he ended up in this strange place and turned into a seven-year-old child who was called "Baizi".
His father, also known as "the third child", was a dock worker who was injured by the cargo because he was overworked while moving cargo at the dock. When I moved home, almost only a thin piece of my lower body was left, and I died that night.
But his mother didn't have any skills, so she could only help him grow up by washing clothes for others.
Full of doubts, he limped towards the home in his memory.
This alley looks very dirty and dark, and your feet are covered in mud when you walk on it.
The houses on both sides are low and dilapidated, and the walls are covered with moss because they have not seen sunlight for a long time. The ground is not a flat bluestone, but a pitted gravel dirt floor. Because of the rain, it is even muddy, and the sewage has gathered into several dirty lines. Dirty ditches meander along the roadside.
Ironically, this area is called "Qingshui".
Jiang Caibin walked a few steps further and saw a wide ditch. All kinds of sewage collected and flowed into it. There were dirt and vegetable leaves floating in it. It exuded a pungent odor and mosquitoes were breeding and flying. .
There are still many people walking around in the alley, wearing shabby clothes and walking in a hurry. Their faces are as sallow and lack of nutrition as the little girl just now, their expressions are numb, and their eyes are deeply tired.
For Jiang Caibin, this is simply another world. There is absolutely no place like this in Chang'an.
Where is this?
Jiang Caibin still couldn’t figure it out.
Not far from the smelly ditch is where he lives.
I limped back home and saw that my naughty mother-in-law was already dressing up in front of a rough bronze mirror. Her makeup was a bit rough and her clothes were tacky, but she didn’t think she could have any better conditions. .
Jiang Caibin is not a seven-year-old kid like Hu Zai who doesn't understand anything. Of course he knows what those fragments in his memory mean.
Aniang was shocked when she saw Jiang Caibin coming back like this. She quickly put down the charcoal in her hand and ran over to pick Jiang Caibin up.
"How did you end up like this?" Auntie felt very distressed, "Are you bullied by those children again?"
She knew that because of the situation at home, especially her Because everyone around them looks down on them as orphans and widowers, so they will naturally bully the naughty ones.
Jiang Caibin looked up and saw tears in Auntie's eyes, with a look of anxiety.
This cannot be faked, it is a genuine concern.
How long has it been since you've seen such a look?
Jiang Caibin suddenly felt sour in his heart, as if he had really turned into a coward. He buried his face in his mother's arms, did not speak, and just felt his mother's warmth quietly.
At night, he inevitably developed a high fever.
After all, his body is just that of a child, and coupled with long-term malnutrition, such destruction is certainly not enough.
Aniang could only grit her teeth and spent her little savings to hire a doctor, who prescribed a few pills and gave him bowlfuls of medicine.
I drank this every day, but it didn't work for the first few days. I thought it was going to be over a few times, and my mother's tears were about to dry up. But Xu prayed to God for help, and after a few days, Hui Zai really slowly got better.
I will be able to go to the ground soon.
Wu Zai also tried to help A Niang do something according to his memory. Although he was clumsy, he either smashed the bowl, tore his clothes while washing, and was not familiar with cooking, but when he was serious, he could Getting started slowly.
He washed the square veil and hid it in his arms, waiting to return it to the little girl when he saw her.
It's just that he was pacing back and forth every day near the place where he was injured that day, but he was nowhere to be seen.
My heart sank day by day, and I only occasionally took out the handkerchief to look at it, remembering that startling glimpse.
......
Until one day, when Aniang saw that he was almost recovering, she asked him to go to Dongxiangkou Tofu Xishi's to buy some tofu skin.
The entrance to the east alley is the other end of their clear water. The boy has not walked that far since he was injured.
When I arrived at the alley, I saw a tofu stall. When I looked closely, I saw a figure that was engraved in my heart.
Wuzai was shocked and walked closer.
Indeed, sitting on the stall was the little girl he had been thinking about all day long. At this time, she was bowing her head and seriously knitting something with colorful ropes.
The stall owner is a beautiful woman, with the same delicate appearance as the little girl, but with more traces of time and fatigue from working hard for life.
It is exactly what grandma calls "Tofu Xishi".
The specific name is not clear to Cui Zai, but looking at it this way, it seems appropriate. Cui Zai remembers that Xi Shi is a great beauty among storytellers.
"What's wrong, you bastard? Help your grandma buy tofu?" The woman recognized him. Everyone in the alley was a neighbor, so it was normal for him to recognize him.
That is to say, this brat doesn't seem to be very smart and doesn't remember things very well.
"Well, please give me one ounce of tofu and half a ounce of dried beans." He Zai said eloquently.
"Hey, you bastard, you seem to have grown up!" The woman touched his head and seemed to notice some changes in him.
"Hehe." Zhu Zai scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly.
After listening to the woman's words, the little girl raised her eyes from her hands, glanced at Buzai lightly, and then lowered her head without any reaction, focusing on the work at hand.
Wuzai originally expected the little girl to recognize him, but to his disappointment, she didn't at all.
I think no one would have recognized him because of his bruised nose and face...
But Wuzai was not discouraged. He took out the square handkerchief and walked up to the little girl.
"That day...thank you!" Hu Zai felt his face getting hot.
It is really strange how a young man could be shy to a little girl.
The little girl looked at the veil and was stunned.
My gaze fell firmly on his hand again.
Zi Zai didn't notice, but just felt a little uneasy towards the little girl.
"Xiao Xiao, isn't this your veil?" The woman recognized it first and took it from Cui Zai's hand to take a look.
"Yes, there is a small orchid embroidered in the corner. It is your handiwork." The woman said loudly, "Why is it in the hands of the bastard?"
The little girl embroidered it from her mother's hand. He took the veil and remained silent.
“Aunt, I was injured that day, and my little sister helped me wipe the wound. I just wanted to thank her properly, but I couldn’t walk a few days ago, so I didn’t come to see my little sister. Sister." Zhu Zai took the initiative to explain.
"Oh, so that's it." The woman showed a look of pity, "It's so pitiful, but luckily God bless me, it looks better now."
Wu Zai scratched his head, not knowing what to say.
I don’t know why, but I always feel that I have a lot to say in my heart, and I shouldn’t be so clumsy with my words.
Names change because of self-identity.
(End of this chapter)