C1051 Why Are You Here

Qing Huan went to N City and found a job to sing a song, and the customers tipped her a little more, and she could get 20 bucks a month, which was enough for her to live a good life in N City.

She would wake up early and hang her voice every day. When it was time to go to work, she would wait for work in the class. If she had work to do, she would sing. If she did not have work, she would stay down there for a day. He could more or less learn a few lines of Jiaojiao and Soft Wu Non. At night, he would return to the small house. I am humming to make up a song, so that when I don't have a song to sing, I can go up to the stage for emergencies.

This kind of life of leaving early and returning late was very tiring, but it was an unprecedented peace of mind. Every time she listened to Wu Yu, who had become proficient day after day, she felt the silver coin in her palm ring loudly. She felt that there would be hope in the future, as long as nothing unexpected happened. She would definitely be able to continue living here.

But sometimes fate liked to joke around with her.

In the early summer of 1918, she had a good time in N City for three months. Her life and work had just improved a little. In the end, a plane descended from the sky and smashed her small courtyard into pieces.

The small courtyard was rented by her. Before signing, the landlord had already made it clear to her that it was rented and not sold. Once it was damaged, she would compensate according to the price.

Qing Huan looked at the man who was hanging on the treetop of her house and could not resist the sorrow and emotion in her heart. She let out a long sigh. It was supposed to be a two-way yard, but in the end, two houses were destroyed by the plane. The wall collapsed, and there was a huge pit in the yard. When Qing Huan just entered, the fire and lightning were crackling.

"Long time no see, Rongge." Qing Huan looked up at him and greeted him helplessly.

He did not know whether he was shocked by the fall or hurt. He looked at Qing Huan for a long time and did not say anything. His head tilted and he fainted.

Qing Huan also wanted to close her eyes and faint, but she couldn't. She had to face the landlord's rainstorm of questions and compensation.

Qing Huan tried her best to invite the landlord out, then turned around to invite a doctor. After a long time, she stared blankly at the only bed in the courtyard that was still intact.

She felt that her mouth was really accurate. She was a fool, and all she fed were ingrates. When the wolves came, she didn't know how to hide away, so she rushed to grab the hair for others.

Qing Huan did not want to see him at all, but she could not be so determined to throw him out. She could only pick a room that was still intact and tidy up another bed.

The next morning, Qing Huan practiced her voice as usual. Before she went out, she glanced at the bed, but she was still in the same posture as before. Her heart, which was originally thinking of buying breakfast for him, also calmed down. She turned around and locked the yard door and went out.

Although it was meaningless to lock the yard like this, locking the door was a kind of attitude. It was even more like a ritual of life. Only these trivial details were piled up together. Only then would she truly feel that she had escaped the life of a canary that was as dark as day.

After a day of tiredness, Qing Huan habitually bought a sesame seed cake and didn't take a few bites. When she remembered that there was still someone at home, she bought another one and held it in her arms.

Qing Huan ate as she walked and finished the sesame seed cake before she reached home. In the past, she didn't even dare to think about this kind of casualness and rudeness. However, she had only stayed in Nanjing for three months. She felt as if she had already merged with this city. Her body was still the same delicate Qing Huan. Her words and actions, however, had some of the roughness and fierceness of the people in the city. She was like a climbing tiger that had broken free from its cage. As long as she was given time, she would be able to climb the entire wall. It was lush and verdant, more vigorous and lively than any flower or leaf.

Qing Huan opened the door and entered the house. When she looked up, she saw Rongge sitting in the yard with a pale face and sharp eyes.

Qing Huan paused for a moment. Rongge also recognized her. He stood rooted to the ground, not knowing how to react.

Qing Huan was not used to such a straightforward look. She coughed lightly and diverted his attention. "You're awake."

As she spoke, she threw the sesame seed cake in her arms to him. "Eat. It's your dinner."

Rongge subconsciously caught it. His dry lips moved a few times and he said hoarsely, "Why are you here?"

Compared to a year ago, the current happiness seemed to have dimmed a little. He had also become thinner. His face was facing the sky, and he did not have a fresh and beautiful skirt. She was wearing a gray qipao without any jade on her head. He was wearing a pair of shoes of the same color, and he was standing under the roof. He had sunk quite a bit.

"If you can be here, then I can't?" Qing Huan rolled her eyes. "The courtyard was destroyed by you. Remember to repair it before you leave."

She paused for a moment, then recalled the time when she took the wallet from him. She scoffed and said, "If you have cash, it would be better to compensate you."