Liu Changan and An Nuan separated and slowly walked towards the bridge.
The wind in the river is gentle, and the setting sun has completely immersed itself behind the Lushan Mountain. Only the afterglow is scattered. Looking up into the distance, the most eye-catching portrait of the great man at the head of Orange Island is smiling, and his eyes are looking at him gently. He once studied and lived, and encountered flames and blood.
Water the rebuilt city.
Among human beings, there are some humble ones, some great ones, some ugly ones, and some beautiful ones... We only have a short life of a hundred years, but we continue to interpret the history of the entire ethnic group wonderfully.
Human beings call themselves epics, but from another level, from beginning to end, it is just a drama.
Su Shi once told a story:
Raspberry water fell on the ground, mustard floated in the water, and ants clung to the mustard, and they were confused and didn't know what to do. After a while, the water dried up, and the ants walked away. When they saw their kind, they burst into tears and said: "How can I never see you again? How can I know how to look down?"
Is there an eight-pronged road with square rails between them?
I regard the lives and moods of ordinary human beings as the same as the behavior of ants. I wonder if there is still that roc that has soared ninety thousand miles away and looks down on me in the boundless space and world?
Even if it is an ant, it still makes people miss it. Liu Changan has never looked down upon or disdain the fear and worry attached to the mustard seed.
Ye Sijin is such a cute ant. Liu Changan found that since meeting Qin Yanan, the memories about Ye Sijin became much clearer in his mind and began to emerge. There may be many things that he needs to see and think about in order to make his memory more clear.
whole.
But this is not necessary. Countless years of memories have been deposited and suppressed in the bottom of my heart. This is originally a kind of protection for my spirit. Otherwise, hundreds of years and thousands of years of memory images will float in my mind at will, and I am afraid that I will go crazy.
Lost.
Returning to the community, Liu Changan went to the fence and picked some pumpkin vines. This is the only remaining wall in the entire community. Vegetables are planted under the wall, and vines, pumpkin vines, loofah vines, and bitter gourd vines are climbing on the wall... not far away.
A grape arbor was also set up, and people who had had dinner early were already sitting under it to enjoy the cool air and chat.
"Xiao Liu finished his meal early and came to fight off the beard..."
"Okay, I can't even afford two tables to play mahjong these days."
"At the turn of spring and summer, when Yang Fire is deficient and elevated, it is easy to get sick."
After chatting for a while, Liu Changan went home, collected the dried coriander that had been drying for a day, knocked down the fallen leaves on the roof of the carriage with a broom, and swept the floor before starting to cook.
Of course what we eat today is pumpkin vines, without meat, stir-fried with chili peppers. Liu Changan has lived in southern Hunan for many years and has become accustomed to the taste here.
Life is actually a very simple thing. As long as there are not so many desires and desires are satisfied immediately, there will not be so many worries and worries... However, life is short, and not everyone can wait as slowly as Liu Changan.
, to slowly figure out how to realize and enjoy one's desires in a limited life is the source of such impatience in this world.
After taking a shower, he changed into a white vest, black linen pants, straw vine sandals, and carrying a big cattail leaf fan. Liu Changan went to the grapevines and beat away his beard.
The rules of running beard are similar to those of mahjong, but they are played with cards. Hu cards are similar to doubles, but they are played faster than mahjong. Liu Changan is naturally an experienced player.
The running beard has to be scored, and the money is calculated after reaching 100. Liu Changan is young and has good eyesight, so of course he is responsible for scoring, but old men and women also wear glasses. From time to time, they have to see if Liu Changan writes more or less.
From time to time, he would stare blankly ahead through his reading glasses, mumbling, looking at his fingers to calculate the total score.
"Is Xiao Liu going to take the college entrance examination soon?" Old Qian didn't have a runny nose today and was in much better spirits. This was also due to the fact that he ate three restaurants by himself last night. Now he was very energetic and grabbed Liu Chang'an and set fire to him as soon as he came up.
"Soon." Liu Changan smiled, "Take the exam to any school."
"That's not okay... After playing today, you have to review carefully. You are not allowed to play before the college entrance examination." Old Man Qian said with concern. If you don't play today, the game will be over, so just review carefully from tomorrow.
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After playing all night, Old Man Qian went high and low tonight and lost.
"Come back tomorrow!" Old Man Qian took Liu Changan's hand and said with angrily eyes, very unwillingly.
"Okay." Liu Changan laughed loudly and counted the money proudly.
"Wait!" Old Man Qian snorted heavily and left.
Liu Changan put away the eight yuan with satisfaction, folded the tables and chairs and placed them on the wall. These tables and chairs did not belong to anyone else. Many families moved unused tables and chairs here a long time ago, and no one took them back.
, it can be used as a public entertainment device.
It was Liu Changan who brought the playing cards, ballpoint pen and scorebook. He packed them away and then smiled towards the shadows not far away.
Qin Yanan didn't expect that Liu Changan had discovered her, so she came over.
Aunt Xie from the canteen waited for the card game to end. She originally planned to turn off the light bulb hanging on the grape vine frame, but when she saw this situation, she quickly stopped her hand and yawned carelessly while holding the cattail leaf fan, while occasionally turning off the corners of her eyes.
The peripheral vision swept over.
The light from the big lightbulb is so intense that the shadows are particularly clear. Qin Yanan's tall figure seems to make even the shadows extraordinarily tall. She is wearing black culottes with a rose-red ribbon tied around her waist. She feels light and fiery, but only on her waist.
It seems to be too slender, making people worry about whether it can bear her heavy bust.
Qin Yanan finished dinner at his father's residence in the evening, drank some wine with him, and talked about some things about his great-grandfather and Liu Chang'an. He felt a little confused and became more and more depressed.
Liu Changan smiled and seemed to say hello and walked home. Qin Yanan was stunned for a moment. He originally wanted to leave, but now that he was here, he was unwilling to say anything or vent.
Then he followed.
The sycamore trees with sparse branches and leaves, the cold moonlight, and the quiet courtyard reminded Liu Changan of a poem:
The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, and the people are still at first. Who can see the lonely people coming and going alone, the misty and solitary shadows.
I startled but turned around, I had hatred and no one to save me. I picked up all the cold branches and refused to live on them, the lonely sandbank was cold.
Thousands of years later, the poet's situation and state of mind at that time were naturally different from Liu Changan's, but some of his emotions were the same.
Qin Yanan felt that Liu Changan's back was a little lonely, and it even reminded her of the first time she listened to Tchaikovsky's "Sixth Symphony". Why was that piece of music that was as calm as water, even with some cheerful little waves, called "
"Sorrow". Later, after listening to it more and growing up, I realized that true loneliness is difficult to describe to others. It is the calmness after having accumulated so many holes and stabbed the heart full of holes and then rebuilt the atrium.
And calm, like the calm sea surface, hiding the undercurrent of wind and thunder.
What was visible at a glance was sadness, but what was hidden was pathos. Liu Changan turned around and looked at the face that became more familiar as his memory revived, revealing the same smile as before.
"I have a very good relationship with the Qin family and the Ye family, especially your great-grandmother and I are very close." Liu Changan still smiled, glanced at the sycamore tree with many leaves missing, and said to Qin Yanan's surprise.
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Qin Yanan talked to her father about Liu Changan today, but her father didn't know much more than she did. Her great-grandfather wanted Qin Yanan to have more contact with Liu Changan, and we would talk about other things later.
What can we talk about later?
When his grandfather passed away, his father was still in his infancy. It can be said that his father was raised by his great-grandfather. His father never disobeyed his great-grandfather. Qin Yanan knew very well that if his great-grandfather wanted to do something, his father would only support him absolutely.
Is Liu Changan related to his great-grandmother? But this seems a bit too far away. What's more, the relatives on the great-grandmother's side have no impression or contact at all since Qin Yanan can remember it. Is it because he finally found the legacy of his great-grandmother?
A trace of his bloodline...that is, Liu Changan, so why did my great-grandfather have such thoughts?