After marrying Wen Yu for many years, Du Sheng also said: "I have always remembered this smile of yours, as clear as the lake at the top of the Tianshan Mountains, as bright as the spring morning sun, and as sharp as the arrows that broke through the air. ”
"It's okay, it's okay, it all came early." Parents have taught thousands of times that women's life is the right and big at that time of the three media and six employments, in addition to this, that is, when the children have children, they must also be filial piety to see a woman's good. And if you have a new era, you can also meet and then get married, and you can promise a good life without fighting with a wife and husband, so what is better than a man being good to a woman? That Qi Lingyi said, although the demon and the scholar are the difference between the book and the reality, do not you still want a man's cherishing?
In the end, it was the Republic of China, with such an event, there was a comparison in my heart, and I knew that Du Sheng was good. Wen Yu returned to her embroidery position, and the moment she saw Ye Tianci, the finger holding the embroidery needle trembled unconsciously, she subconsciously clenched the needle in her hand, and when she opened her mouth again, it was already an indifferent and distant tone that satisfied herself.
Ye Tianci sighed, "I'm sorry. ”
The mistake made by the other party really deserves this sorry. But why would she want this sorry? One of her daughters' family minds is still intact, and if it falls easily and becomes her wishful thinking, it is sad. It was that she was a little unable to think, always thinking that Du Sheng had a woman, it was a flaw, she longed for that kind of vigorous, but also absolutely simple only his love with her. I thought that the letter incident had brought a breakthrough, but it did not belong to her at all, what she should have was to bless Mei Chu, and it was Du Sheng who she wanted to cherish. In this way, I think about it, whether it is vast or scattered, I heard that the outside world is about to become a pot of porridge, so why not just do my own every day? So much so that what else he had to say, Wen Yu didn't care anymore.
Everywhere the breeze passes, it is not as beautiful as the first sight. The one who fled quickly was Ye Tianci. A woman like Wen Yu, in the verdant grass and trees of the world, manages her own small love and hate, small fireworks, in the fragrance of the cloth and green shirt, there is a faint melancholy, there is also a shallow joy, such a woman, has her own goals, has her own good life, such a woman, is worthy of any man's obsessive treatment.
Unconsciously, everyone was full of blessings, and the embroidery workshop began to catch up with the goods stage again. As the year draws to a close, the women have to pay more for their families, and they also want to keep some fat powder money. Even if it is thin and cool this year, people will be warm. What he didn't expect was that after saying sorry to Wen Yu, Ye Tianci left. He didn't want to be an insincere man who would mistake others, and his mentor was in trouble and told him to go to another province with him. In this side of the box, he did not have time to say anything to Mei Chu, remembering an old thing that night, probably his intention was clear, but everyone was too late to digest it, and the teacher had already told him to leave.
Wen Yu sorted out all the letters, picked out a nobody, and handed it to Mei Chu with a smile. The two of them couldn't tell the love coincidence of this world or wanted to jump out of those entanglements and climb, and when they got to the back, they hugged each other into a branch, laughing and laughing, and they couldn't stop crying.
The cold of the year has come in the blink of an eye, the snow that fell only a few days ago has not yet melted, and a new snow has covered the portal, a white expanse, faintly revealing a little bit of red. When it was near, the family lit a fire, light smoke came out of every household, and the smell of wet smoke filled the air from time to time, and wenyu's Guining Province family banquet, all the people in the embroidery workshop went.
The general manager brought a few altars of winter wine from the small southern town, and everyone went to beg for drinks. Mei Chu stood under the eaves and took a sip of heating, reached out to tidy up his clothes and hat, and after entering, he came with a wine glass: "Late to the day wants snow, can drink a cup of nothing." The words fell, probably because of the weather, the hand was not soft, and the wine glass fell down. The woman next to her reacted extremely quickly, went to pick it up quickly, and even caught it, and immediately put it on the table without thinking. Mei Chu was shocked, scared not small, after all, it was a wedding feast, afraid of being unlucky, afraid of hurting friends afraid of various misunderstandings. Go to see the wine glass, the glass with the wine dangling, dangling slowly, dangling into a whirlpool, then a moment of illusion, as if there is a person like this wine glass, floating around at any time, floating to a place that he can't find... My heart twitched inexplicably.
In the embroidery workshop for a while, he was unsettled, brewing tea, and there was obviously a person in the cloister who was silently holding a Ruyi teapot. She knew that she had become accustomed to such days. Several times I tried to ask the manager where this man had come from and where he had gone. The housekeeper also said it was not very clear. It's just that this person is very clean and self-sufficient, and is a reliable person. In the middle, a letter was sent, and it was written in a formal manner that Mei Chu received and fell into his name. Look at the date, the arrival is always above seven or eight days, and there is no fixed address, can not reply to the letter. After half a year, there was no sound, and it became a wisp of concern in the heart.
In the second year of the Republic of China, when the Qionghua blossomed again, Mei Chu and Wen Yu went to the Qiling Temple. Remembering last year here, on a whim, a woman dancing next to the Qionghua tree, a woman taking the initiative to talk to a strange man, both of them could do such a shocking thing on that day.
"You see, you just shake the corner of your coat, and the wind comes." Wen Yu pointed to the Qionghua and remembered that he had walked towards Ye Tianci so bravely and mightily, why didn't he think of Du Sheng at that time? Just because there is no comparison, and because young people do not know the taste of sorrow, then a bad fate.
"You see, if you just smile red, it's a good marriage in the city." Mei Chu looked at the Qionghua and remembered that she had never included the Qionghua in the work, and that, after going back, she could reflect Wenyu and Qionghua and embroider it.
"It's just that such a time will never happen again, but in the end there has been such a Meng Lang's behavior, in the end, he has been young, and he has not suffered such a thing." Wen Yu, who is a wife, is even more beautiful and indispensable. Even Mei Chu was impressed. She and Du Sheng are quite matched, QinSer and Ming, gambling tea splash ink this love, this is enough. I heard that the situation is constantly changing, and no one can predict the things behind it, and it is better to live a good life now.
"We're not going to happen again." Mei Chu did not understand. At that time, how many of those women who had received a new style of education could completely let go of themselves, and how many of them could single-mindedly marry and teach their children? How many women can be in the wind and waves of trivial and ordinary life, clearly understand the great righteousness, not sticky, and always be the husband's support? Only Mei Chu and Wen Yu, just between awakening and unawakened, can take the initiative to get to know a person, let go of their mood, and be the most true self, and they have felt that as long as there is no war in the world, then they are enough to live a happy and peaceful life.
Within a few days, there was a "bang" sound, which was earth-shattering. The city of Yangzhou suddenly exploded violently, and then the flow of people also exploded.
At that time, the dignitaries and dignitaries of that time were confused one by one, and they all took their aunts, wives, ladies, and brothers, and rushed to the towns outside the city. The results and news of the inquiry are getting worse and worse day by day. For a while, the Xu Mansion was sure to be bombed, people also exploded, and then the street was martial law, and then there was no real big action in the city, and the Yangzhou City, which exploded with a huge noise, was sure that people heard it, and no one could not care less, and now I just don't know what's going on.
There was chaos on the street, and I heard that there was a shop with who was there, I don't know if it was stolen or robbed, anyway, it was empty. Looking at the people coming and going of military and political figures, no one knows what tomorrow will be, and in two or three days the flow of people will disappear and the streets will be quiet. The general manager told the embroidery ladies to hurry home, pacify their families, and when the wind and waves were calm, they would call back the original team one by one, and they would also close the Autumn Moon Embroidery Workshop.
Terrier Street is a street that is built to build a city and is actively raised, and from Terrier Street to the outside, it becomes a downhill road. As soon as the wind blew, there was no one on the street to clean up, and the confetti dust was drifting with the falling flowers. It's quite a battle.d'. A few days later, in the uphill alley of the Terrier Street where he was going, under the shadow of the bluestone street light, with the middle of the stone block has been stepped out of the deep indentation, in a patch of blue, a man in a gray coat walked quietly.
Ye Tianci returned at this time.
Ye Tianci was ostensibly busy with business, but in fact he was doing something with his mentor to raise enough funds for the event. The abdicated small imperial court still exists, and officially received preferential treatment from the Republic of China government, various yamen institutions are still responding to stories for the time being, many real officials have not yet dissolved their relations with the Qing Dynasty, and many warlords are happy to make others independent, and they are only responsible for sending troops to fight, grabbing territory for various reasons. Listening to it, it became a pot of porridge, and the fact was also miserable. At this time, I heard that Yangzhou had been bombed. After Ye Tianci knew this news, he knew that it was not accurate, but he still felt that he had been stabbed by someone, and he could still stay there, no matter the end of the world, he would have to see that person to be relieved.
Despite his mentor's objections, he braved the chaotic world and returned to Yangzhou. Yangzhou is indeed a scorching ruin, the street has long been empty, when the city was first built, it was a city building, and now it feels more and more like the soil is uplifted. He knelt in the mess of paper, remembering Mei Chu's vivid and bright face, and his voice was so dumb that he couldn't make any sound.
He was just looking for it, and even he wasn't sure if Mei Chu would wait for him. Once Mei Chu had no news, he really didn't know how to find such a person in such a chaotic world. Even if they find it, there are too many uncertain things, how will they face it? He still stubbornly stood there, and it seemed that the next moment, the figure of the man would appear in front of his eyes.
The manager didn't actually leave, but he just happened to be away for a few days. Mei Chu only chose a secluded area where he could see the entrance and exit of Ganzi Street, opened a small shop, a few square stools, a few bamboo chairs, and was idle. Then in the corner was a square table with a teapot with two cups of warm tea and a plate of pastries, as if waiting for someone to come.
Ye Tianci was tired of crying, looked around in a daze, and walked aimlessly to the side between his eyes. He first smelled a burst of flowers, and stayed for half a moment, before the layer of white clouds in front of him was clear. In the vast world, under a qionghua tree, the person who was thinking about the twilight was fiddling with the refreshments in front of him, like a dream.
Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him, those trivial memories, with the woman's shallow smile standing quietly, Ye Tian gave back to God, he breathed deeply and deeply in the fragrance of Qionghua, came alive, a pair of eyes like stars. The cloth-clad man had returned, and the woman in green clothes stood under the flowers, and her smile spread out little by little.
About author: Li Le (Macau): Freelance writer, art critic, member of Shenzhen Federation of Returned Overseas Chinese. He once worked in Shenzhen Business Daily, the academic host of Gao Jianfu Memorial Hall, the director of Hanmo Chongcai Painting Institute, the art review of Yanhuang Painting Academy, the editorial board member, editor and columnist of the magazine.