Thousands of years

Chapter 97

In such festive seasons, Xinghui could not match the moonlight after all.The half-opened curtains let the moon-white brilliance into the room. The latter wanted to shine on the sleepless man, but found that he couldn't bring any warmth away. After all, he still lost to the light yellow lamp...

The unlit darkness in the room was suddenly dissipated by the light, and the person sitting on the bed was stunned, struggling between turning off the light and picking up the phone to pretend to be an ostrich.

On weekdays, an old man would not be willing to waste electricity by turning on the lights when he was about to go to bed at night. It is only when there are children who are afraid of the dark that they will keep the lights on all night: "An Ji, grandpa will tell you a story."

It's a pity that the child who is afraid of the dark has grown up now and knows that there are no terrible monsters that can eat people in the dark.But he learned to toss and turn in such a night because of his mind, just like He Yanqing who had already returned home.

A grandfather only thinks that An Ji is still a child, but he clearly knows that An Ji has something on his mind, so he can naturally imagine what the latter is thinking about now.

"Hmm..." An Ji really wanted to let it go, but it wasn't because he didn't want to listen to grandpa's simple but philosophical stories, but An Ji didn't know how to face his mother, He Yanqing, who came to pick him up tomorrow.

In front of the whole family, my grandfather put on the table what my mother didn't want to say. To be honest, An Ji didn't know what the latter would think.

"Grandpa saw that you couldn't fall asleep, so he wanted to tell you stories like you did when you were a child."

After all, He Zhenhua is a grandfather, so he must know his daughter and granddaughter well.

So much so that even though the things An Ji comes into contact with today are far different from He Zhenhua's time, the latter can still know An Ji's thoughts like the back of his hand.

"It's fine if you don't want to listen, and grandpa won't bother you."

He Zhenhua acted like an old naughty boy as always, An Ji knew that grandpa must want to use the story to explain something to himself, if he didn't want to listen, he would definitely disappoint grandpa for a long time, so he just smiled and nodded continuously: "I want to hear it. "

Sure enough, the grandfather Dang even smiled and pulled up a chair, sat on the side of An Ji's bed, cleared his throat, and prepared to speak.

"Grandpa, don't you want a book this time?" The book An Ji said was a book, but it was actually a pamphlet that He Zhenhua used to record things.

An Ji didn't know what grandpa used that booklet to record. He only knew that when he was old enough to understand the stories, the stories on it were all the stories his grandpa told him.

He Zhenhua shook his head, with a mysterious expression on his face: "This story is also a story that my grandfather heard. If it is told, it is more like a folk story like Hua Mulan. It may not be available in history, but it has something to do with my grandfather's work, so my grandfather I remember it very clearly."

"Before you were young, all I told you were stories from books. Later, when you grew up, you stopped living with me and your grandma. Grandpa has never found a suitable opportunity to tell you this story."

Leaning back from the bed, An Ji's eyes were at the same level as his grandfather's, with a bit of pride like when he guessed what his grandfather was going to say when he was a child: "It's about Hang Luo?"

"Hmm." He Zhenhua affirmed his granddaughter's thoughts, reached out and took out a piece of candy from the bedside table beside him, and stuffed it into An Ji's hand as before, "It's about Hang Luo."

"Unlike those long, long ago, this story is actually only a hundred years old."

Hearing this opening sentence, An Ji knew that the story from grandpa was about to begin. He opened the candy wrapper, stuffed the candy into his mouth, and waited for his grandpa to tell the story.

"At that time, there was a girl who was well-known for her weaving skills and married an honest man who was farming in Shandong. Although the girl left her hometown, fortunately, the honest man's family treated the girl They are all like their own family, and the family will live a happy and happy life like this.”

"Although it is not perfect for both sons and daughters, this family didn't ask for anything. They just cherished the girl. After giving birth to a pair of girls, they no longer asked for a boy. They wanted to make the two girls the same as their mother. Go learn weaving."

"It was just at that time that merchants started businesses and wanted to bring new business opportunities to this land." Now An Ji is no longer a child, so He Zhenhua naturally picks the main point of the story to tell the former, for fear of It's boring.

While talking, He Zhenhua remembered that his granddaughter was studying history, pretended to make a comparison, and said with a smile: "You should be more familiar with me than I am during this period in the story, but you are naturally not as clear as I am in this unproven story."

"Well, in the early days of the Republic of China, the national bourgeoisie set up industries, and the people spontaneously resisted the impact of foreign goods. In the later period, they were affected by imperialism, feudal society and other aspects, and failed to develop. However, after the founding of the country, they made a lot of contributions to the new China. contribute."

Elderly people like to talk about history and listen to the military. Apart from worrying about the family and being proud of the achievements of the younger generation, they have to care about state affairs when they have time. An Ji knows that grandpa is also like this. sentence.

Sure enough, He Zhenhua smiled even more when he heard it—he was born more than ten years earlier than his generation. 'Grow up people.

Just like the name, He Zhenhua, 'Why Zhenhua'?Generations of people, like them, have been seeking for the revitalization of China...

"Well said, um, what's your word called... yes, like it!"

He Zhenhua is not young anymore. Maybe the information he comes into contact with will lag behind, maybe he doesn't understand the meaning behind the words, but he still wants to understand the life of the younger generation and understand today's China.

Even the little bits and pieces of life are not willing to let go.

"For the happiness of the family, and also for the protection of this land from the flames of war and gunpowder, the honest husband went to the battlefield in the west. After leaving...he never came back."

"Those girls have grown up and looked slim, and seeing their mother getting thinner because they couldn't hear from their father, they made a decision to take their mother back to their hometown."

"You have to know that going to school at that time was not as convenient as it is now." He Zhenhua said, and couldn't help sighing, "At that time, no matter whether it was a private school or an elementary school, if someone had no money, they couldn't afford it at all."

He Zhenhua is also a technical secondary school diploma, and his ability to understand the country's policies is not as good as Uncle Zhang's, but he can speak clearly: "Whether it's compulsory education now, or the rewards and subsidies after college, I don't know how to save it. How many children have to give up their studies because they have no money..."

It's a pity that under such a good life, there are still many people who don't know how to cherish it.He Zhenhua didn't say the second half of the sentence, silently regretting it in his heart.

Many things are all too common to us today, but in the eyes of the older generation, it is the people around us, or even ourselves, who have been pursuing half our lives for it, and ultimately it is an incomprehensible regret.

The old days were full of thorns, and the older generation moved forward in the dark, but they can also build the cornerstone of today's prosperous age; the new era is full of brilliance, and it belongs to the hard work of the older generation. Why do we have no reason not to move forward?

"At that time, patriarchal thinking was still very stubborn. If the two girls hadn't lived in such a family, if the mother hadn't been able to earn enough money for the two girls to go to school with their own handicrafts, it would have been impossible for the two girls to go to school. Might read a book."

He Zhenhua told the following story more and more in detail. It seems that this story should belong to these two junior girls...

An Ji just kept listening, listening... as if he had also stepped into the era when wars were raging and thoughts collided constantly. Like the poet in Yuxiang, with his own confusion, holding the oil-paper umbrella, Walking in the streets and alleys of old Hangzhou.

"Sister, Daddy won't come back, right?" The younger sister has reached a sensible age, perhaps because of the times, the first thing the younger sister understands is the parting of life and death.

Everyone knows that there is an elder sister of the He family who brought her mother back to her hometown from Shandong, far away from that oppressed land.And this girl is exactly the younger sister of the elder sister of the He family.

"Hmm." The elder sister of the He family didn't deny it, she just put down the newspaper in her hand, lowered her eyes, and didn't look at her younger sister.

My father went to the western battlefield three years ago. Now that the war is victorious, my father has no news at all. As for the land they wanted to exchange their lives for, it was just exchanged from one plunderer to another plunderer. inside.

Today, the rain is chaotic, the sister of the He family raised her eyes, but she couldn't see the way forward...

Looking back, the little sister at this time is still seven or eight years old, and the sister of the He family is only fourteen or five years old. When the family and the country are in peril, even if they already know all this in their hearts, How much can you make?
"Mother has actually realized it a long time ago, but she just doesn't want to believe it." The younger sister may not be old enough to understand, but the elder sister of the He family still muttered, "I don't know if this is good for her or not."

In this day and age, not everyone can go to university, at least not the He family, which relies on handicrafts. The silver dollar is already a big happy event, not to mention the unimaginable height of the university.

Therefore, no matter how clever and clever the sister of the He family is, she still has very little knowledge. She can only rely on the news in the newspaper to learn more.

"Huh?" Listening to sister's words, the little girl's eyes were full of doubts, "So, is sister trying to hide it from mother?"

"What are you trying to hide from me?" Coincidentally, the little sister's words were heard by the mother just right, and a voice came out of the room like this, "Now you are hiding it from mother, when you grow up, won't you Mother doesn't know anything?"

"No!" The two sisters said in unison.

"It's just that my mother's birthday is coming, and my sister wants to buy incense powder for my mother." The little girl who is usually unwilling to tell nonsense doesn't need my sister to say anything, and naturally finds a less lame reason to cover up what she just said past.

"You two!"

"Tell your sister to keep the money. You will need more money when you go to high school in the future. My mother is old, so where do you need any incense powder?"

After getting a response, the voices in the room quickly died down, only the elder sister of the He family outside the house covered her mouth with her hand and coughed twice.

"Sister, don't laugh!"

"My little sister lied to others in order to help my sister hide it. My husband said that this is not good..."

Laughter turns into laughter, trouble turns into trouble, the death of the father, and the land that the relatives sacrificed their lives to protect but failed, only lingers in the heart of Sister He's family, which cannot be dissipated for a long time.

"Sister?"

"What is sister thinking?"

"Sister...Mother is so tired of weaving every day, I will learn it in the future, so that Mother can save her worry..."

Time always passes so quickly that it makes the passing of a life seem nothing more than normal.

The daughter of the He family who could weave three feet of cloth a day left, leaving only the elder sister of the He family who was just seventeen or eighteen years old and the younger sister who was about to go to high school to depend on each other.

After receiving the relics brought by fellow countrymen, the mother who supported Zhiluo just to support the two girls fell ill, so she had time to entrust her eldest daughter to a female Zhiluo worker whom she trusted as an apprentice...

In fact, the mother had thought of everything before her two girls talked about it.Only when everything was in front of her and she could no longer lie to herself, and her daughter was strong enough to be alone, did she dare to fall down.

"Mom!" The little girl cried uncontrollably.

Fu Ling went to the funeral, and the He family had no sons, so it was inevitable that some people with dirty hearts came to see the jokes, wanting to see what could be taken advantage of.

There are also spectators who are sighing, and at the same time regard it as an adjustment to the boring life, just as if they watched a drama for nothing, and it doesn't cost silver dollars. If they are lucky, they can also eat and drink...

There are even fewer people who can't help sighing. They have seen the hard work of being a mother, heard the ins and outs, and saw that the two girls are not very old, and no one has a marriage contract. They are worried about the future of the two.

"Mother, mother, why don't you want me and sister?"

The father is gone, and the mother is gone. The elder sister of the He family knows that the only one she can rely on now is herself. As for the master that the mother found, I don't know his character after all, so I dare not easily put the future of myself and my little sister on it.

"Get up." The elder sister of the He family's voice was very cold. If someone didn't know it, it would be that the family still had property to be divided, so that the elder sister of the He family who pretended to be gentle and careless on weekdays directly revealed her original self. appearance.

"Mother...Mother, why don't you take me away with you?"

Sister He knew that her little sister might have heard some gossip, or had been wronged in the past two days, so that she couldn't solve such frustrating words in front of everyone, so she could only go through the process. Bring people home and talk about it.

"Get up and follow me." I told my younger sister again, the elder sister of the He family didn't want to make others laugh at this time.

"You go, mother... hiccup..."

If it wasn't for hiccups blocking the conversation, the younger sister would have said something chilling for a split second. Fortunately, the words were the way to speak, and the elder sister would not be hurt more.

"stand up."

"I..." Hearing the change in Sister's voice, the little girl panicked and wanted to stand up, but she had no strength from crying and collapsed on the road trembling.

The elder sister of the He family saw the situation, pulled up the little girl who was limp on the ground, and coaxed her in her arms - there were not a lot of unpleasant voices around, and the little girl was still young, so it was hard to guarantee that she would not be impulsive. what's wrong.

　① Zhiluo belongs to Hangluo, which suddenly disappeared in the early Republic of China. With the efforts of the intangible cultural heritage protection unit, the day when Zhiluo will meet everyone again after more than a hundred years is not far away.

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　　Digression: The reason for the disappearance of Zhiluo in history has not yet been determined. The story here arouses my personal association, so it is not an adaptation of real history. Like the story of An Liujie, it is based on real history. Under the background of social environment and social environment, fictional characters and stories, out of respect for real history, blur the specific place names, time and historical events to a certain extent.

　　
　
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