Cheng Jiaoniang has been looking at the screen for a while.
Painted on the screen are simple pictures of trees and beauties, as well as a line of text.
What Cheng Jiaoniang read was this line of characters. It was a line of seal script. She moved her lips and read it out slowly.
She stared at the screen, her hand on the desk slowly sliding, describing this line bit by bit.
She can read and write, and she should be very proficient in it, and maybe she can write very well.
Her fingers were stiff and she couldn't control how to move or draw, but her mind was very smooth.
Is this really the memory of a fool?
Can a fool do this just because a god enlightens him?
Who are you?
who I am?
There were footsteps outside the door. It was Banqin coming back. Cheng Jiaoniang stopped.
But Banqin didn't come in immediately, but entered the small kitchen.
The sugar in the pot boiled into paste. Banqin poured the sliced peaches into it, rolled it twice and hurriedly fished it out, stacked it piece by piece and put it aside to dry.
There was no mirror, so Banqin looked at the water in the vat for a long time, combed his hair again and again, and smeared pot ash on his face, which looked very funny. Banqin smiled at the vat, and his eyes were still full of tears after crying.
obvious.
She frowned and turned around a few times, and simply wiped her eyes with her hands twice. Then the peaches were cool, she took a deep breath, took the plate and ran briskly into the house.
"Madam, madam, how do you think you did this time?"
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at her.
Banqin sat down on her knees with a smile, placed the plate on the table, tied one with a bamboo skewer, stood up and handed it to Cheng Jiaoniang's mouth.
Cheng Jiaoniang opened her mouth and ate it in one bite.
"How is it?" Banqin asked.
Cheng Jiaoniang ate slowly without speaking.
Banqin was not in a hurry, and watched her eat with a smile while chattering about how he made it.
"Okay." Cheng Jiaoniang replied after finishing her meal.
Banqin smiled happily, stretched out his hand to touch his face, and then pretended to be surprised when he discovered something.
"Oh, there is ash on my hands." She said, "Madam, did I smear it on my face?"
"Yes." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"Oh, it's so embarrassing, but since there's no one else around, I won't wash it." Banqin said with a smile.
Cheng Jiaoniang pursed her lips.
"Okay." She said.
Banqin then tied some peaches and fed them to her.
Cheng Jiaoniang stopped eating after eating two.
"Do you still have the peach core?" she asked suddenly.
Banqin nodded.
"Madam, what do you want to eat again?" she asked.
"Crush and peel off the peach kernels." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "Crush them with a hammer. Bring them to me."
Banqin didn't ask any questions, just turned around and left.
On the floor, the muddy socks left a trail of footprints.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked over.
"Madam, do you think this is okay?" Banqin sat in front of her and pounded peach kernels, asking from time to time.
Cheng Jiaoniang leaned here and closed her eyes for a few moments to rest her mind.
"Is there any more ginger?" she asked.
Banqin nodded and said yes.
"Take it and use chopsticks to scrape the skin." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Banqin said something and did as he was told.
"Madam, do you want the ginger peel instead of the ginger?" she asked while carefully scraping off a layer of the ginger peel and putting it into the bowl.
"No." Cheng Jiaoniang said, closing her eyes and listening to her kicking for a moment, "Okay."
Banqin stopped, with a bit of expectation.
"Madam, what do you want to cook? Fry, fry, fry?" she asked.
Cheng Jiaoniang stretched out her hand.
"Come," she said.
Banqin moved forward with some confusion.
"Come." Cheng Jiaoniang said again.
Banqin sat over with a bowl in her arms and faced Cheng Jiaoniang face to face.
Cheng Jiaoniang held her sleeves with one hand, dug out a piece of paste from the bowl with the other hand, and raised her hand to spread it on Banqin's face.
Banqin was startled, feeling cold and greasy and a little stinging.
"Madam?" she asked in surprise.
Cheng Jiaoniang didn't say anything, and continued to take out a piece and wipe it slowly on her face, smoothing it out slowly, wiping the left side and then the right side.
Banqin gradually stopped moving, and tears rolled down her eyes. Soon there were more and more tears, and the paste on her face was already gray and black.
Cheng Jiaoniang wiped her tears with her sleeves.
"Wait until you finish wiping and let it dry for a while before you cry, otherwise, you will have to make a new bowl." She said.
Banqin flattened her mouth and tried her best to hold back her tears.
"Madam, don't use your sleeves, they'll get dirty," she said.
Cheng Jiaoniang hummed.
"It's okay, it's your sleeve." She said.
Banqin groaned, then looked down and saw that it was indeed her own sleeve, and she chuckled again.
"Madam." She shouted, crying and smiling.
When night fell, Banqin looked in the mirror, and his face was as white and tender as ever.
"Madam." She shouted happily, "It's healed so quickly!"
Cheng Jiaoniang was lying on the bed, seemingly asleep.
"Madam." Banqin knew that she was not asleep, so she knelt down on the mat under the bed and spread her hair, "Madam, you are so amazing."
"I can even cure the dead, so these two slaps from you are nothing." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Hearing her mention the two slaps, Banqin felt a little depressed, and she lay down next to Cheng Jiaoniang's bed.
"Madam, why are they beating me?" She muttered aggrievedly, "I didn't do anything."
"Because you have something that they don't have, and you are unwilling to use it for them, so this is your sin." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Banqin seemed to understand but not quite.
When Cheng Jiaoniang blurted out these words, she herself was stunned, and the rumbling sound appeared in her head again.
Because you are too good, you are too good, so you deserve to die...
She couldn't help but reach out and hold her collar, gasping for air.
Banqin was startled, and hurriedly knelt down, helped her smooth her chest, and called her madam repeatedly.
Fortunately, Cheng Jiaoniang didn't faint again this time. She took a breath and slowly recovered.
Because this time it's not the sad feeling like last time, but anger.
The pain of anger was not as good as the pain of sadness. This kind of pain would not make her faint, but would only keep her awake.
"Madam," Banqin cried, "it's all my slave's fault."
"It's wrong." Cheng Jiaoniang said, taking a long breath, "It's wrong."
"Yes, this slave is wrong." Banqin cried, wiping his tears with his sleeves.
That sentence was wrong, Cheng Jiaoniang said in her heart, but she was too lazy to say anything, so she stopped saying it.
After drinking some water and calming down again, Banqin helped Cheng Jiaoniang lie down again.
The night is getting darker, and even the chirping of insects has subsided.
Banqin carefully knelt down for a long time to make sure that Cheng Jiaoniang was fine before lying down.
"You are wrong." Cheng Jiaoniang suddenly said.
At that time, Banqin was about to fall asleep with drowsy eyes. She was startled and opened her eyes again.
"Ah?" She didn't react for a moment. She was stunned for a moment before she realized that the lady was answering what she just said. She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.
"You are wrong." Cheng Jiaoniang continued, looking at the night, "You shouldn't have said so many words at that time."
"What should I do, slave?" Banqin asked in confusion.
"Say, if you don't make the decision, let them come to me." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"Why?" Banqin asked, becoming more and more puzzled, "How can I push it on the lady?"
"Because I am your wife." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Banqin seemed to understand but also seemed not to understand.
But what the lady said was always right. She hummed and nodded heavily. After a moment, Cheng Jiaoniang stopped talking, and she lay down.
Although she didn't quite understand it, she felt at ease somehow. She rubbed it on the pillow, took a deep breath and closed her eyes comfortably.
"Also." Cheng Jiaoniang said again, "I am a fool."
Whatever a fool does is reasonable.
This time there was no question from Banqin, and she was answered with soft snoring.
There was no sound in the room anymore and everything was quiet.
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