Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 60 I'll accompany you (2)
Seeing Dong Nuan so approaching the fence wall, he opened the rope bolt on the fence, opened the waist-high fence gate, walked in, and walked to the door of the wooden house.

The door was very old, and it could be clearly seen that there was mildew on the door like the bamboo fence. The door was not locked, but it was tightly closed. With a little force from Si Jixia, the tightly closed door opened, and immediately There was a strong smell of dust, as if Si Jixia had returned to his own home, he said to Dong Nuan "Come in, Miss A Nuan" and stepped across the threshold.

The room was very dark, and Si Jixia walked straight to the innermost part of the room. There was a small rattan three-layer cabinet there. He slightly bowed down and took out something from the topmost layer of the smallest cabinet. When he turned around, it was warm in winter. See what it is.

It was an oil lamp.

Si Jixia put the oil lamp on the square wooden table in the center of the room, took out the torch from his body, blew on it and lit the oil lamp. The originally dark room was instantly shrouded in dim yellow light.

Si Jixia bowed and blew the dust on the table, put the bundle in his hand on the table, and then said to Dong Nuan: "Miss Ah Nuan, please sit down, there is no way to cook for Miss Ah Nuan here tonight, we can only Miss Ah Nuan is wronged, she will have to eat some dry food, the dry food is in the bag, and Miss Ah Nuan takes it by herself, I will go and tidy up the place where Miss Ah Nuan will sleep tonight."

After Si Jixia finished speaking, he turned and went to the room behind the small door on the left.

Dongnuan didn't sit down, nor did she open her bag to get dry food, even though she was indeed hungry.

She just stood by the square table and quietly looked at this shabby house, a square table, unpainted, with the color of the wood itself, but it should be a long time ago, the wood color is very deep, three There are three stools on the side, one of which is slightly taller and smaller but the legs of the stool are thicker than the other two. In addition to the three stools, there were three low stools by the door, which were placed close to the wall, but there was a thick layer of dust on them, and it could be seen that no one had used them for a long time.

In addition to tables and stools, there is the small rattan cabinet where Si Jixia took out the oil lamp just now. Facing the door is a rectangular wooden platform. On the platform is a pot of completely withered roses. A polished and flat wooden board propped up by a small bamboo frame. There seemed to be something written on the wooden board. Dong Nuan walked to the wooden platform and saw clearly what was on the wooden board.

Those are two characters——Ping An, the crooked handwriting is very immature, it is not difficult to see that it was written by a child, Dong Nuan felt that the ink was very old and a little strange, and couldn't help raising his hand and gently touching the handwriting with his index finger When she touched it, a small piece was missing where she touched it, and her fingers were stained with black ink.

No, this is not ink, so Dong Nuan gently rubbed the black "ink" on his index finger with his thumb, is this... charcoal gray?
Dongnuan looked around the whole room again, besides the tables, stools, rattan cabinets and the rectangular wooden platform in front of him, there was also a dusty coir raincoat and a bamboo hat hanging on the wall. There is nothing else other than these few simple things. It can be seen that this is a poor family. Such a poor family cannot afford to buy a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Dong Nuangu's gaze returned to the small wooden board with "Peace" written in front of him. This thing is placed here like a decoration. It seems that the host has placed it here specially, as if it is some kind of precious object.

Just at this moment, Si Jixia came out of the hut, seeing Dong Nuan Gu looking at the board with "Peace" written on it, his eyes became a little unnatural, but quickly returned to normal, and then looked at Dong Nuan Gu Indifferently said: "The bed has been packed, the things are crude and old and no one has used them for a long time, so I can only wrong Miss Ah Nuan all night."

"If Miss Ah Nuan is tired, you can go into the room and lie down for a while. I'll go and boil some hot water for Miss Ah Nuan." After Si Jixia finished speaking, he left the hall without waiting for Dong Nuan to respond or ask something. , walked to the small courtyard surrounded by fences.

Dong Nuanso took a look at Si Jixia's back, and then walked towards the hut.

The room is half smaller than the hall next to it. There is a bamboo couch leaning against the corner of the wall, which is like a square table in the hall. The color of the bamboo couch is very old, as if it will collapse at any time. The bed There were two large boxes painted black above their heads. The surfaces of the boxes were clean, but it was not difficult to see that there were scratches on them, which should be because Si Jixia just wiped them.

In addition, there is a small square table in the room. On the table is a make-up dowry with peeling paint leather. The bronze mirror on the dowry is even more dim than the light, which shows that this is a woman's room. house.

At this time, the bamboo couch was covered with dark red quilts. The quilts were very cold and thin, and had a strong smell of being unused for a long time. It didn't smell good, but it was clean. His hair turned white, but it didn't give Dong Nuangu the slightest feeling of disgust. On the contrary, it reminded her of the thin quilts that she had replaced and stuffed into the box in the small building of Jiyao.

Dongnuan took off the cloak on his shoulders and put it on the bed. He went out of the hut and out of the living room. He stood under the eaves and looked at the dim yellow light in the side room on the left side of the wooden house. There was white smoke overflowing from the window. There are wooden barrels and poles placed in the corner outside, it should be the kitchen, and the white smoke overflowing from the window should be Si Jixia burning firewood.

As in Ji Yao, Dong Nuan did not intend to approach the kitchen, but raised his eyes to glance at the already dark sky, turned around and went back to the house, and took out the dry food brought from Shuiyue County from the bundle on the table , brushed the dust off the stool and sat down, facing the direction of the door, slowly chewing the bland steamed buns.

He seems to be... very familiar with this mountain, this small courtyard, this hut, as if this is his home.

Home?Dongnuan couldn't help looking at the small wooden board with "Peace" written on it, thinking that this should have been a very warm home, even if it was very poor and simple, even if she didn't know anything.

And what is the relationship between Si Jixia and here?
Well, he didn't mean to tell her, and she didn't need to guess, what happened was what happened, she didn't want to ask.

Si Jixia brought a bucket of warm water to Dong Nuangu, saying it was for washing his face and body, Dong Nuangu nodded, Si Jixia didn't stay in her room for a moment, and only said to her after he left the room: "Miss Ah Nuan If you have nothing to do, go to bed earlier, I sleep in the opposite room, and Miss Ah Nuan can knock on the door of the opposite room and call me if there is anything to do."

Dong Nuangu nodded again, and Si Jixia closed the door for her before he carried the burden on the table in the living room to another room on the right side of the living room, and immediately closed the door behind his back as soon as he walked in.

This room is the same size as the room where Dong Nuangu lived, but it is completely different from that room, because there is nothing here except a narrow bamboo couch, not to mention bedding. There is not even a lamp or a candle.

(End of this chapter)