Zhong Mingwei sat on the stove, lighting a fire, and boiling jujube tea in the pot. A few days ago, he made ginger and brown sugar tea for Ah Chou every day. These two days, he started to make jujube tea for him, and the whole house was filled with the sweet fragrance of jujube.
"The peach leaves are pointed, and the willow leaves cover the sky. Grandpa Ming, listen carefully to me. This matter happened in the Indigo Factory in the west of Beijing. In the firearms camp of the Indigo Factory, there was a man named Song Lao San. Speaking of Song Lao San, he and his wife sold opium. They had no sons in their lifetime, but gave birth to a daughter, Chanjuan..."
Zhong Mingwei listened to Ah Chou's humming and groaning, and followed the rhythm with the fire stick in his hand, tapping the ground lightly.
He had never heard such a ditty before. It was vulgar, straightforward, and not elegant. It was certainly not as elegant and graceful as Kunqu Opera. But Zhong Mingwei felt that the ditty sung by Ah Chou was particularly beautiful, and every word and sound was pleasing to the ear. He had never had the leisure to spend time on opera. But now he was looking forward to Ah Chou humming more in his ear.
The pot was boiling. Zhong Mingwei lifted the lid and the hot air suddenly hit him. The strong aroma of jujubes rushed straight to his face, and his whole body was filled with the sweet aroma of jujubes. He took a deep breath, then poured half a bowl of brown sugar into the pot and covered the pot again. Simmer it over low heat.
"Little girl, you are sixteen years older, and you have a nickname, the lotus is called Dalian. The girl is called Dalian, with a pretty face, like a flower that no one picks, or a pipa with broken strings and no one plays it. I am like Diao Chan missing Lu Bu, and like Yu Tangchun missing Zhang San in prison. The sun sets over the mountain, and the autumn insects are noisy. The sixth brother I miss day and night has come to my door..."
Ah Chou was still singing, and the needle and thread in her hand were moving flexibly, embroidering a lotus flower on the festive red silk stitch by stitch.
"Don't rush to embroider, drink the tea first," Zhong Mingwei said, while opening the lid of the pot, filling a large bowl of jujube tea, and placing it on the stove, while urging Ah Chou, "Drink it while it's hot."
"Hey!" Ah Chou agreed crisply, put down the needle and thread in his hand, climbed to the head of the kang, sat cross-legged, held the bowl of hot jujube tea in both hands, blew away the hot air while drinking it in small sips.
"Why don't you drink it?" Ah Chou drank a large bowl of jujube tea slowly. He was sweating all over. He wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and asked Zhong Mingwei, "It's sweet and delicious."
"I'm a man, why should I drink jujube tea?" Zhong Mingwei said, while pouring a bowl for Ah Chou and passing it to him, "Drink some more."
"I can't drink any more. My stomach is bulging," Ah Chou muttered, lowering his head and patting his flat stomach. "Look, I can hardly sit down anymore. My stomach is full of soup and water. It shakes when I move."
Zhong Mingwei's eyes followed her hand to her flat belly, and he asked in a low voice: "Does your stomach still hurt today?"
Ah Chou fell silent immediately, and slid his thin hands gently on his belly a few times, then hummed softly: "...It still hurts a little."
In fact, the pain had stopped a long time ago, but if she said it didn't hurt, Zhong Mingwei would definitely stop rubbing her belly. Ah Chou thought to herself that Zhong Mingwei had been rubbing her belly so gently these past few days, and she really liked it, so she wanted to stay for a few more days.
"It still hurts?" Zhong Mingwei obviously didn't understand Ah Chou's twists and turns. He frowned and said in a deep voice, "Why is it that it hurts so much for so many days and it's still not healed? You need to see a doctor. Don't tell me you're sick."
"No, no, no, it's not that serious. It just hurts a little bit," Ah Chou waved his hands hurriedly, "It's really not serious at all. Maybe it will be better in a few days."
"No, you've been in pain for so many days," Zhong Mingwei was obviously more anxious. He looked outside the door, then at Ah Chou, pursed his lips, and finally spoke, "Girl, can you go down the mountain to see a doctor by yourself? Can you hold on?"
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