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"Jing Xian Jing Xian, look quickly, look over there, is it my eyesight?" I heard myself calling Jing Xian urgently. If Jing Xian was there, it shouldn't be a blurred dream.
My hand was held tightly, wrapped in warmth, he probably didn't know why I was flustered, "I'm here. I saw it, it's not your dizziness. There are many umbrellas over there. There are also wind chimes."
He calmly stated this fact to me. My mind was in a state of turmoil, fearing that it would be fleeting, I hurried towards the flower umbrella.
Looking at the old door, there are blossoming umbrellas hanging upside down from the corners of the eaves, and simple wind chimes hanging from the handles of the umbrellas. As the wind and snow intensified, they spun crazily, rippling velvet, and the sound of the bells faded away. The flower umbrellas blown by the wind ran towards me from a distance, rolled to my feet, and surrounded me. I stood in the sea of ??waves and umbrellas, feeling like a dream.
There seemed to be a figure behind the umbrella wave, with a stooped body, and his head was buried, picking up the blown umbrellas on the ground in a panic. His blue hair fluttered in the air along with the belt, like the traces left by the cold wind and tears.
It is Mr. Chen's abandoned accountant. His cotton-studded clothes are exactly the same as what Xiao Chunyan and I wore back then, and I won't admit my mistake. I will not admit his back as he shuttles through the wind and snow. Because that made such an impression on me.
Seeing him, I always think of those people under the bridge who are called "willing to be mediocre" by sour scholars. That is the person Suan Xiucai looks down on and sympathizes with the most, and it is also the person he least wants to be.
I lowered my head to help the accountant pick up the umbrella at my feet, and pomegranate flowers bloomed on the surface of the umbrella, like a crumpled red scarf. When I flipped my hands, I accidentally saw the words on the inscription above.
"¡ª¡ªWhen the floating flowers and the waves are gone, I will be alone with you." I was panicked and panicked, and I couldn't help thinking aloud.
The handwriting is thin, like an old man who is unsteady and haggard. Unlike any impressive handwriting I've seen before.
"This gentleman," I hurriedly stepped forward, handed over the umbrella in my hand, and blurted out, pointing to the words on the umbrella, "Excuse me"
He stretched out his withered hand to take the umbrella in my hand, and slowly raised his head after hearing my voice, looking at me in astonishment and shock. His face turned pale in an instant.
I heard a lump in my throat, like swallowing a coal ball just taken out of the fire. Sudden suffocation. The ice blade went through the sea of ??flames, and then pierced into the heart, and it was so painful that blood bubbled in an instant.
Jing Xian helped me in time, so I didn't fall straight into the snow. Thinking about it, my current body can no longer bear this bone-piercing cold.
Skinny, lingering. Who is the person in front of me?
I must be ugly with my eyes tearing open. It's not like the self who propped his chin up in front of him and picked up a pen and laughed. He is not like the one who stood on the cloud platform and talked about Cowherd and Weaver Girl in high spirits.
When we parted that year, I really only left for six years? Perhaps I was too stupid to remember the wrong year. The white clouds are green, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten. In fact, he and I are both very old.
"Xiao Hua" I still don't like this title very much. He looked at me, but suddenly laughed, the creases at the corners of his eyes were like the pomegranate flowers of your companion, "You have grown taller."
It's been a long time since anyone called me that. Xu was lost in the wind and snow, and suddenly tears were dancing in his eyes.
There is one thing I want to explain. It's not easy for me, a suffering little wretch, to eat, drink, and grow myself up. I really don't have the accumulated strength to accumulate strength to grow taller.
After the age of seventeen, I didn't grow any longer. If he straightened his back and looked at me, he would find that I was as short as I was back then.
Sister Minmin said to Suan Xiucai back then, "As long as I am still here, I will not let you walk alone. The egg will not be missing you." It can be seen that the importance of eggs. Eating more is really nourishing the body. At least it won't make people hunchback.
Jing Xian's wife would urge him to eat eggs. After sister Minmin left, no one urged Brother Lu to continue eating? I am puzzled. Why doesn't he take care of himself.
And the writing on the umbrella, why did he write it so dejectedly? Of course, I think people's handwriting will also change with the passage of time. For example, the evolution of my old Goupao characters into today's fonts has also gone through a lot of painstaking efforts.
"You" Jing Xian held me tightly, bearing all my weight. I think I should try my best to say something with my own efforts, "Brother Lu, you"
Can't tell, I still can't tell.
Why did he become like this. Has he eaten eggs properly in the past six years? Why doesn't he take care of himself. Also, why did he hang flower umbrellas and wind chimes on the corners of the eaves? Why is the inscription "Ban Jun You Du" written on the umbrella?
It's a pity that I can't spit out all the questions embedded in my throat.
He chuckled suddenly, and took the umbrella from my hand. When he lowered his head to open the umbrella, I saw a little silk on his temples.I don't know if it's because of the snow falling on my head.
He opened the umbrella and put it over his head. It will reflect a light red all over. After a long silence, he said to me, "Xiao Hua, be stronger."
After we reunited, apart from exchanging pleasantries, his first words to me were "Xiao Hua, be stronger". Is he talking to me, or is he talking to himself.
"Long time no see, let's sit in the house for a while. I have a charcoal fire there. Tell me why you two are here." His voice was very strong.
It was hot inside the door, maybe it was blocked by the wind and snow, and there was no light at all.
I don't understand why he trapped himself in such a cramped and suffocating space. Jing Xian later told me that Xu Shi's heart had been dead for too long, so he didn't like to see the light to let himself know that he was still alive. It's better to close the doors and windows, and make yourself think that you are dead.
He spoke lightly, deep and calmly. I don't understand why he understands so clearly.
With a "boom", flames clustered together.
"I'll add some charcoal, and you can sit wherever you want." I heard Suan Xiucai speaking calmly not far from me. The voice was as old as a dry branch being stepped on.
At this moment, just as the flames were burning, I only saw Jing Xian's shining eyes staring at me, and I saw myself in his eyes. What an honor, I thought.
But who is in the eyes of the sour scholar, and who is he in the eyes? When I turned around, I saw him sitting on a small bench, crackling the fire with his long iron tongs.
An egg that had just been peeled lay quietly beside his hand. Putting down the iron tongs, he picked up the egg and ate it in a hurry. It seems that the body is still growing.
If it wasn't for the inappropriate occasion, I still want to tell him that no one actually robbed him. Jing Xian and I have eaten a lot of eggs over the years.
"Ahem" He was finally choked, Jing Xian took a step ahead of me, and went forward to pat him on the back. I hurriedly looked around for water, and in the sound of his coughing, I saw the teacup on the desk clearly. The pattern is very similar to the one used by storytellers back then.
It's just a broken mouth that cannot be repaired. barely usable.
The water in the teapot is cold, there is nothing else to do. I couldn't help crying when I handed it to Suan Xiucai's mouth.
I can't be strong. Brother Lu, I can't be strong at all.
I think the deep alleys and doors many years ago, the inattentiveness many years ago, the flower umbrellas and wind chimes blown by the wind many years ago, the sentence "I will come to see you tomorrow" many years ago, and even those rejected eggs, There are new explanations.
It's not that they missed it, it's that he gave up alone.
"Sour Xiucai really doesn't like sister Minmin." What Xiao Chunyan said to me still echoed in my mind. Poor little Chunyan saw it through a long time ago and lied to me in turn, I only really saw it now. After seeing it through, I can't be strong at all.
Maybe it was because I was afraid that I would not be strong enough, so I lied to me for so many years. I was stupid enough to believe his nonsense. At that time, I thought that I would be happy if I was stupid and stupid, but now I think of those silly past events, one after another, and I don¡¯t feel happy at all? There is only sadness left.
"Why are you crying?" Suan Xiucai calmed down, frowned and looked at me squatting at my feet, "Do you think I'm having a miserable life? Haha, it's much better than me under the flyover. I said I'm rich now, what do you think?" Believe me? I¡¯m really rich. If you don¡¯t believe me, ask Xiao Chunyan. What about him, he ate so many eggs from me back then, and now he should give me some taels of silver every month, right? "
Yes, I believe. Xiao Chunyan fulfilled his promise back then and helped Brother Lu find a good job. The housekeeper of Chen's house bullied Big Brother Lu, Xiao Chunyan helped Big Brother Lu fire him. Xiao Chunyan often comes to Chen's mansion to give the little miss a speech book, in order to accompany Big Brother Lu.
I believe it all. The sour scholar has finally become what he once hated and was afraid of becoming, like a stranger under a bridge hole, living in a daze, willing to be mediocre.
So is he willing to be mediocre now, or was he willing to be mediocre early on? When the ambition of youth is exhausted, when is it? What about the misery in his world? What about his romantic poems?
Why don't you marry sister Minmin? In that year, what was the sunset that he and sister Minmin watched at the pier?
The sunset that day was really red.
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1. Come on, listen to "Don't Lose and Never Forget", I'm crying, I'm crying while writing¡¾Push Songs Everyday
2. I didn¡¯t want to post it now because I was afraid that you might not be able to sleep well, but I promised the little angel that there will be another update tonight, so I still posted it.
3. I only have one class tomorrow, and I should be able to write 6,000 during the day, so I¡¯m going to sleep now, good night.
4. Lu Min's cp has a great influence on Jinghua, so this stage has more ink, everyone believes that I have made arrangements clearly! Um!
Key words in the next chapter: Sunset, willing to be mediocre, Jingxian lied to me, my clothes are torn, ask my little Jingxian to help me mend them manually! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)Everyone believes that I have arranged clearly! Um!
Key words in the next chapter: Sunset, willing to be mediocre, Jingxian lied to me, my clothes are torn, ask my little Jingxian to help me mend them manually! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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