20demayo Chapter 820 50 Continue Life 103
Chapter 820 50 Continue Life 103
Chapter 820: Continuing Life in Fifty Years 103
The autumn sun lazily sprinkled on the bluestone road. Acai's head seemed to be twisted into a pretzel by an invisible big hand, and her neck was about to "pop" out of her collar.
She stood on tiptoe, like a cute penguin, and struggled to "move" towards the crowd in the teahouse on the corner. It seemed that she was trying to squeeze herself in between the three aunts who were chatting enthusiastically.
After a lot of trouble, a few people finally followed Acai into the teahouse, found a seat, sat down, and shouted for the waiter to bring tea.
The aroma of jasmine tea wafting from the teahouse mixed with the salty aroma of pepper and salt melon seeds, and the chatter of various dialects, "mixed" into a mysterious "spell" under the setting sun of autumn.
"Mianmian has been afraid of the local dialect since she was little."
Li Jingqi looked at Ah Cai's twisted back and said helplessly to the two young men beside him, "But this girl just loves to hang out in crowded places. She's like a moth flying into a flame without caring about her life."
As he spoke, his fingers unconsciously rubbed the ice cracks on the blue and white porcelain teacup, and the tea leaves in the cup swirled slowly with the trembling of his fingertips.
Tong Luo stared at the tip of Acai's nose, which was almost touching the bamboo curtain of the teahouse, and turned the folding fan he had just bought thoughtfully.
This young man from the capital, his eyes gleaming with a light as profound as the lines on bronze, spoke, "The dialect of this thousand-year-old capital is like a living fossil. Every slang carries the charm of the previous dynasty."
As soon as he finished speaking, his folding fan opened with a "swish", and the four thin gold characters "Gewu Zhizhi" written on the fan shone with a "cold" light in the sunlight.
"But Professor Wu said that Hakka is the living specimen of ancient Chinese." Tong She tilted his head, confusion written all over his handsome face.
This guy usually likes to use his knife-like precise eyes to analyze the world. At this moment, his fingers are unconsciously drawing a human meridian map on the table.
Tong Luo smiled and gently tapped her brother's forehead with her folding fan. "Southern dialects are like pearls scattered on the ground. The Min dialect has the elegant charm of the Jin people, and the Cantonese has the lingering sound of the Tang and Song dynasties."
His voice suddenly became soft, as if afraid of scaring away the ancient syllables floating in the air. "Have you ever heard Suzhou Pingtan? The Wu dialect is so soft and melodious, it's like 'pearls falling on a jade plate'!"
Li Jinghong slapped his thigh, causing the teacups on the table to clink. "When it comes to speaking dialect, Doctor Shen is the best!"
The second son of the Li family was full of admiration at this moment. "I saw him bargaining with Mongolian herbal farmers the other day. He spoke Mongolian even more fluently than the locals!"
Ah Cai suddenly squeezed out from the crowd, with a few jasmine petals on her silver hair at the temples.
Her fingers gestured rapidly in mid-air, as if trying to make those invisible syllables into something tangible: "Lifanyuan..." "Manchu, Mongolian, Han, and Tibetan..." "Uyghur, Zhuang, and Korean," "Shaanxi, Guangdong, Zhuang, and Shanghai." Her voice, with its thick northeastern accent, was bright and majestic.
Li Jingqi looked at the complicated hand gestures Ah Cai was making in the air and suddenly slapped his forehead. "Could it be that someone from the Shen family's ancestors worked in the Lifanyuan?"
His fingers unconsciously traced the words "Lifanyuan" on the table. "But the Shen family has been practicing medicine for generations, so how come they have a genius who knows ten dialects?"
Tong Luo looked at the wine flags fluttering among the green tiles and white walls in the distance, and waves of emotion surged in her heart.
The image of Doctor Shen gradually became clear in his mind: he was a thin man who always liked to wear an indigo long gown, and his medicine box always contained the yellowed "Dialect Notes". During the consultation, he could chat with patients in ten dialects.
"Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles," he muttered softly, and the folding fan in his hand turned a beautiful arc in his palm.
The dusk slowly climbed up the eaves and the storyteller in the teahouse struck the wake-up stick with a "bang".
Tong Luo watched his brothers' backs gradually disappearing into the distance and quickly quickened his pace - he decided to visit Dr. Shen tomorrow, if for no other reason than to listen to the ancient local accent that had drifted through the long river of time for thousands of years.
Acai was dragged by her brothers for a long distance.
Finally, they returned to the city gate tower and got out of the crowd. Ah Cai was tired like a deflated ball.
He leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, and the spiritual energy in his body circulated, and the turbulent breath immediately calmed down.
A few people leaned against the wall, waiting for the farm truck to arrive.
After a while, Xiao Wang spotted the five of them from a distance, quickly parked the car, waved at them enthusiastically, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Where have you been? Your parents can't find you and are so anxious that they are going to report you to the military control office!"
Li Jingqi quickly explained, "We were squeezed in by the crowd and were so thirsty that we just went straight into the teahouse to listen to the storyteller's nonsense."
After hearing this, Xiao Wang smiled and said, "So that's what happened. But you guys are really amazing. Why didn't you tell your family?"
"Your parents are waiting for you out front, let's go over now. Actually, you don't have to worry about it. You have all practiced physical skills, and ordinary people are no match for you. The ones you should worry about are those bad guys." As he said this, he didn't forget to make a joke.
Li Jinghong carried the miscellaneous items they had bought from the stalls on the road, followed his elder brother Li Jingqi, and climbed onto the truck bed.
Tong Che was so happy that he did a back flip in the truck bed and said happily, "Finally, I don't have to squeeze in. Why are there so many people here?"
Li Jinghong put his arm around his shoulders, acting like a good brother. "That bus is so crowded! Many professors' families came into town to watch the parade and visit the market."
Tong Luo quickly opened the folding fan she had just bought, squinted her eyes, and said thoughtfully, "I think that driver Wang's attitude towards your Li family is a bit too good. He's practically accommodating every request."
Li Jingqi couldn't help but ponder after hearing this. He stroked his chin and said slowly, "I guess it's because of the nourishing livestock we raise. They need it, so they have to be polite to us."
Tong She snorted and retorted disdainfully, "Don't think I didn't see that your three dogs are taking good care of the sheep. What's the matter? Who uses their dogs as people? Not only can your dog guard the house and take care of the sheep, but it can also carry a basket and deliver food."
Li Jingqi looked at Tong Che in surprise, as if he had not expected him to observe so carefully.
He scratched his head, chuckled twice, and said, "Oh, you found out all this?"
Tong Rao continued, "Your two donkeys and horses are not tied up and wander around the yard all day long. Are they going to become spirits?"
Li Jingqi quickly explained, "This... they're used to being free, so I can't force them to tie it up."
Tong Che didn't care about that and continued to mutter, "And those two little bear cubs brought my dad fruits picked from the mountains every day. I saw them all."
"This discrimination is too obvious. Isn't it called 'blind bear'? How can you be so perceptive?"
Tong Che kept muttering to himself, seeming to be full of curiosity about these animals of the Li family.