the last witcher

Seeing me bow my head and say nothing, Xiao Zhao knew that I was starting to recall the past again, so he patted my cheek and asked, "Why, did I say something wrong?"

I said helplessly: "Nowadays, it is a scene in society to have a conservative girl like Pan Yue." "I don't understand!" Xiao Zhao said with blinking eyes. Say it, or say it straight, save me a lot of trouble.

I first waved to the waiter to signal the other party to check out, and then explained to Xiao Zhao: "From 09 to now, I have gone out with this girl at 30:[-] at least a dozen times, and the summary is: her skirt Her attitude can be very low, but her standards must be very high; she can have many friends of the opposite sex, but there must be very few who can make her fall in love; her avoidance of suspicion can protect herself, and at the same time avoid all causes and conditions.”

Hearing what I said was interesting, Xiao Zhao couldn't help but asked me with a smile: "Then what kind of man do you want to find at 09:30?"

"I also asked her this question, and her answer was: everything goes with the flow. As a result, she has reached the age of 29 so far, and she doesn't even have a boyfriend. People around me who have a lot of friends like me will not It's boring to introduce any man to her, if I feel right, being single for the rest of my life is her ultimate destination." I took out two Grandpa Mao cards and handed them to the waiter, and said to Xiao Zhao at the same time.

"Ah~~ Then how miserable I have been in this life." Xiao Zhao cried out for Pan Yue's worthlessness.

I wanted to use Xiao Zhao's words to tease her, "Yeah, a woman who hasn't had a relationship with a man is not a complete woman at all;" or "What's the matter, miss me, then wait for my call Oh!" and the like.But I found a dirty little boy at the next table at some point, staring at me intently, especially when the waiter passed through his body with the plate, while he was still standing still, I know I've encountered something unclean again.

Having learned the lesson of Diao Wu's father's curse just now, I didn't dare to look him straight in the face, and took advantage of the time when the waiter was looking for change, I glanced at him a few times out of the corner of my eye.Then he hurriedly said to Xiao Zhao: "Today I have to go to the hospital to take care of my friend. You should try the method I taught you first. If it doesn't work, you can call me later."

"It can't be a female patient, right?" Xiao Zhao's sixth sense is really strong, "Oh, even if it's a female patient, what can I do out of the ordinary in the hospital, really." On that little boy, I subconsciously threw out the truth.

"Could it be that you went to take care of your friend just to hook up with the little nurse?" Although Xiao Zhao stood up, she still kept asking questions.

I pinched her face pretending to be angry, then narrowed my eyes and said: "Go home quickly, call me if you have something to do, do you hear me?" , just muttering about little things, endlessly."

Just after I came to the door and called a taxi to send Xiao Zhao away, I found that the little boy in the hotel was actually following me and pulling my skirt, as if he wanted to say something to me.

At the critical moment, Hang Zhatian stepped forward and took out two straws, one was inserted into my head, and the other was inserted into the little boy's head. Then, my eyes went dark, and a series of images flowed towards me like a tide. I hit.

An old man with a hunched back was lying on the bed and coughing non-stop. The lights in the room were very dim, and dozens of umbrellas could be vaguely seen piled up beside him.

It's just that these umbrellas are not what we can buy on the street, but the kind of paste umbrellas, that is, the ancient oil-paper umbrellas.

The screen flashed, and the room changed from dark to bright.One after another, people came to him to buy oil-paper umbrellas, and most of these people came in robes and jackets, and there were also young people wearing student uniforms during the Republic of China.It can be seen that his business was very good at that time, but gradually, Western umbrellas replaced oil-paper umbrellas, and he was getting older and older, and the room was getting darker and darker.

Every morning before dawn, he woke up, opened a gap in the wooden framed window above the head of the bed, and raised his nose to smell the smell of soil in the courtyard.If not, he will lie down disappointed, continue to sleep until noon, and then get up to make a new oil-paper umbrella; if there is, then he will be very pleased to wait for his few children left to report to him Be safe, and then get up and work happily.

The current situation is not as good as before. Thinking about my youthful situation, whether it is marriage or marriage: after the bride gets off the sedan chair, the matchmaker will cover the bride with a red oil-paper umbrella to ward off evil spirits; begging for children: umbrellas in traditional Chinese characters, there are five people, meaning Five sons enthroned; evil spirits: because the umbrella surface of the oil-paper umbrella is made of tung oil repeatedly painted, tung oil has the effect of evil spirits, so in ancient times there was a saying of evil spirits; sacrificial offerings: so that ancestors can be reborn into good families; Gao Sheng: umbrella bones are bamboo Yes, implying promotion; or the title of the gold list: In ancient China, there was a custom that when going to Beijing to rush for an exam or to take an official position, in addition to books, you must carry a red oiled paper umbrella in your back bag, that is, "baggage umbrella" , also known as "Baofu Umbrella", I wish you a safe journey and a high school champion.I would always buy an oil-paper umbrella made by myself, but nowadays, the business is getting worse and worse, and it is even difficult to make a living.

Because of mass production, fashionable western umbrellas are flooding the entire market, and the oil-paper umbrellas made by myself will fade out of the stage of history sooner or later, and this inheritance will eventually decline.

Thinking that he is eighty-four this year, the folk saying goes well, "73, 84, the king of Hades won't tell me to go." I don't think there are a few days left to live, but he still can't worry about his children.

The old man misses his heyday very much. Whenever it is cloudy and rainy in the morning, hundreds of children will come to tell him that he is safe: "Father, Shanghai is so prosperous. My master and I often go to the movies!" "Dad, Why do Shanxi people have to have old vinegar when they eat?" "Father, my master finally got his wish today and gave me to his beloved woman!"...

At that time, there were many children and the quarrels were endless, and he often had a headache because of this matter.Thinking about it now, the scene at that time was really beautiful, the old man couldn't help coughing even more violently when he thought about it.

The old man recalled every oil-paper umbrella he made in his mind. To him, they were all his own children, with names and surnames, but a very small part of them had never spoken to him or reported to him. Ping An, what a bunch of lazy kids!Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but smile.

to be continued