Chapter 142

Zhong Mingwei is sitting on the stove, burning jujube tea in the pot. A few days ago, he cooked ginger and brown sugar tea for ah Chou every day. These two days, he began to cook jujube tea for him. The house is filled with the sweet smell of jujube.

"The peach leaf is sharp and the willow leaf is full of sky. Listen to me carefully, the Duke of Ming. It's in the blue indigo factory in the west of Beijing. There's a song senior in the firearm camp of the blue indigo factory. When it comes to song Laosan, the couple sell cigarettes. I have no children in my life. I have a daughter, Chan Juan... "

Zhong Mingwei listened to ah Chou's groaning, and the firecracker in his hand clapped with him. He clapped gently on the ground.

He had never heard such a tune before. It was popular, straightforward and hard to be elegant. It was not as elegant and graceful as Kunqu Opera. However, Zhong Mingwei thought the song sung by a Chou was particularly beautiful. The sound of words and words was deeply rooted in his heart. He had never spent his time on the play before, but now he was looking forward to a Chou humming in his ear.

When the pot opened, Zhong Mingwei opened the lid, and the hot air suddenly came to his face. The strong smell of jujube came straight to his face. He was full of the sweet smell of jujube all over. He took a deep breath, then poured half of the bowl of brown sugar into the pot, and then covered the lid, smothered it with a small fire.

"Little girl, I'm sixteen years old. I have a nickname. Lotus is called Da Lian. The girl's name is Da Lian. She is pretty and beautiful. She looks like no one is picking flowers or playing lute. A slave is like a mink cicada thinking of Lu Bu, and a slave is like Yu Tangchun thinking of Zhang San in prison. When the sun sets, autumn insects make noise. The six brothers who think day and night come to my door... "

Ah Chou is still singing, and the needles and threads in his hands are moving flexibly. On the red silk for the celebration, a lotus flower is embroidered one by one.

"Stop embroidering, and drink the tea first," said Zhong Mingwei. He opened the lid of the pot again, filled a large bowl of jujube tea, and put it on the hearth, urging ah Chou to "drink while it's hot."

"Ah!" A Chou agreed, putting down his needle and thread, climbed to the Kang head, sat down with his legs crossed, holding the bowl of hot jujube tea in his hands, blowing the heat while sipping.

"Why don't you drink?" Ah Chou slowly drank a bowl of jujube tea, sweating all over his body, taking a pad to wipe his sweat, and asked Zhong Mingwei, "it's sweet, it's very good to drink."

"I'm a man's family. What kind of jujube tea should I have," said Zhong Mingwei, handing over a bowl of tea to ah Chou. "Have some more."

"I can't drink any more. My stomach is bulging up," ah Chou muttered, patting his flat stomach with his head down. "You see, I can't sit down any longer. I have a stomach full of soup and water. I shake my head when I move."

Zhong Mingwei's eyes fell on her flat belly along with her hands, and asked in a low voice, "does your stomach still hurt today?"

Ah Chou suddenly shuddered, his thin hand slipped a few laps on his belly, and then he whispered: " There's still a little pain. "

In fact, it doesn't hurt for a long time, but if she says it doesn't, Zhong Mingwei won't rub her tummy. Ah Chou thinks about it, thinking that Zhong Mingwei has been rubbing her tummy so gently these days. She really likes it very much, and thinks that she will depend on a few more days.

"Still hurt?" Zhong Mingwei obviously didn't understand ah Chou's bending, and then he frowned and said in a deep voice, "why does it hurt for so many days? You have to see the doctor. Don't be sick. "

"No, no, no, it's not that serious, just a little bit painful," ah Chou said, shaking his hand busily. "It's not serious at all, maybe in a few days."

"No, you've been in pain for so many days," said Zhong Mingwei, obviously more worried. He looked out the door, looked at ah Chou again, and took a sip of his lips. After all, he opened his mouth. "Girl, can you go down the mountain to see the doctor yourself? Can it last? "