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Chapter 39 Jute Simazi, Butterfly Hairpin

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    The tombs were piled up.  In the photo of Yang Yue, her pale face was too pale for me to recognize.

    Is this Yang Yue?  Yang Yue, no, I can't cry anymore, she won't like me when she sees me like this.  Her eyes are still shadowy, filled with my image, shrunken, one on each side.

    "Xiaojun." I looked up, my face was dripping wet, the tears on my chin had long since dried up, it was constricted, and my face seemed to be pulled up in one piece by a hand.

    "for you."

    Old man Liu took out a round plastic bag from his coat pocket, which seemed to contain a lot of things.  Unravel layer by layer.  Finally, a butterfly-shaped hairpin was revealed, which was white all over and covered with little red stars.

    All the memories were evoked, floating quietly in the air like mist.

    "When Yang Yue went to her master's grave last time, I asked me to give it to you. She can only give it to you when she has to. I won't see you all year round, and it may take too long. I will guard her today.  Here you are. This time should be the right time for what she said."

    A butterfly, with a few yellow dots dotted all over its white body, flies in a trance in a peanut field with yellow flowers, or in a field of sweet potatoes covered with green.

    Yang Yue and I ran to catch it.  It went up and down, flying very low.

    As soon as you grab it with your hand, it will fall lower and stop on the peanut leaf or sweet potato leaf, and the small wings will move one by one.  We tiptoed, stepped across the high and low ridges, swooped, and let it fly away.

    Yang Yue jumped up and down, as if she wanted to fly high with it.  She acted like a baby and complained.  "Let it go again!"

    As soon as the small rattle rang, the children in the village rushed forward, surrounded the two shoulder-carriage boxes of Jute Simazi, looking for their favorite gadgets.

    Rural areas, hungry and poor.

    In addition to the pungent smell of soy sauce and vinegar in the small shop, there are brown sugar jars, liquor racks, and brick counters.

    Cigarettes, needles and threads, buttons the most basic daily necessities are bought by adults for daily use.

    Small shops attract children, only popsicles in summer, small red cannons in winter, and small packaged candies sold in all seasons, large and icy crystals that look like ice cubes  sugar.

    The peddler's box of jute pockmarks is full of children's interests.  Plastic pistols, small tanks, trumpets, wooden knives, necklaces, bracelets, silk scarves, small mirrors, and various hairpins for girls.

    That time Yang Yue told me inadvertently that the last time the salesman came, he was late, and whoever bought the hairpin was very beautiful, the white one with flowers sprinkled on it, it would be very beautiful to wear, but he sold it out  .

    It is said that it will be purchased again, and I will buy it next time.  So I hoped for him to come together with her, and I waited for a long time.  Huang Simazi came, but Yang Yue went to Beijing to see her master.  I have no pocket money, not a penny.

    "You can pick up broken plastic sheeting, glass shards are fine, and replace it with me." The plastic sheeting is very difficult to find. After searching for a long time, it is far from enough. The plastic sheeting is too light.

    "Glass shards everywhere."

    The little friends urged me to look for them with them, and they also wanted to exchange gadgets.  Household roads, old and uninhabited yards, we often have to climb over high walls, jump high, look for glass shards, search every corner, and then climb out.

    The garbage dump and the river that have been dry for many years have also been pulled out.  When jute pockmarks came once, and when they came again, basically all the friends had a basket full of glass shards.

    Enough.

    He picks small pistols, he picks slingshots, he picks cars.  I picked up the issuing card.  The friends made a fuss and laughed at me for losing my mind.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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