the last witcher

The old man was once madly infatuated with the girl selling bean curd.At that time, he was young, as long as it was not raining, he would get up early, wait for the girl selling bean curd to pass by his door, and then the two elders would buy a bowl of warm bean curd, with a little chive flower, seaweed , minced garlic, chopped green onion, white vinegar, soy sauce and sesame oil, it is really delicious!

For his beloved girl, he personally selected materials - sawing bamboo - planing green - chopping strips - cutting bones - sawing grooves - drilling - sawing gourds - stringing gourds - steaming - exposure to the sun - mounting handles - keying - wrapping umbrella rings - mounting umbrellas -Paste the edge of the umbrella-painting-winding-winding-threading-tung oil-coating-handle-knot top.And I found a local gentleman who is said to have passed the Juren examination in the former Qing Dynasty, and spent an ocean to paint a beautiful pattern on this umbrella.

The moment he personally delivered the umbrella to Miss Douhua, her cheeks were flushed, and even the ponytail behind her was particularly dazzling.The girl accepted the token of love coyly, and then, because of her shyness, disappeared before his eyes like the wind.

Then, the two got married naturally.During the day he makes oil-paper umbrellas, at night she grinds beans to prepare tofu curds for the next morning, and his children keep yelling "Mom, Mom" ​​every day, and he listens to it with joy in his heart.

He thought that he would live happily ever after with his beloved woman and his children, but the civil war burned to the small town where he lived. That year, he died.

He wanted to leave with the girl, but he was reluctant to part with the half-made children.As the gunfire became more and more intense, he made up his mind and joined the fleeing team with his wife and the token of love.

In the middle of the night, he and she huddled together in the Temple of the City God, panicking like many refugees fleeing.He prayed to the land father that the war would end as soon as possible, because the war had already cost him many children.

Suddenly, the sound of artillery fire rang out from the silent outside, and the refugees in the Town God's Temple fled in all directions, pushing and shoving each other like bereaved dogs.He had already dragged his woman to escape, but she found that she had pulled the oil-paper umbrella in the Chenghuang Temple, so she turned around to get it, but she never came back.

At dawn, he cried and returned to the Temple of the City God, and what he saw was a piece of ruins blown out by shells.He frantically opened up every piece of rubble, and all he found was his regretful heart except for a damaged oil-paper umbrella.My own woman and my favorite child are dead!

From that moment on, he has lived alone until now, and only the children are left in his heart.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.There were "gaba" constantly, and the sound of "gaba" reached the old man's heart. It was the sound made by his few children when they died.

It's fine this afternoon, what's wrong?The old man couldn't help frowning, and pushed open the small window at the head of the bed to look outside.But as the sound of "gaba" became more and more loud, the old man pinched his fingers and made a calculation, then put on some clothes, sat on the edge of the bed, and wept secretly.

When the image came here, it ended. My nose was sore and I almost burst into tears.After all, I'm on the street, and I'm a well-known emcee anyway, so it's not good to cry.I raised my cheeks, trying to squeeze back the tears.

"How do you want me to help you?" I asked the boy in front of me by hanging up the sky.

"I want to call Dad through your mouth." The boy timidly asked me, while speaking, the boy kept rubbing his hands, for fear that I would reject his request.

"Okay, give me the phone number." What I'm most worried about is that he doesn't know the old man's phone number, "0793-xxxxxxx." The boy happily gave the old man's phone number.

I dialed the number he said, "Beep, beep, beep, beep, cough cough, who is it?" An old voice asked me with coughing.

"Father, when are you going home?" I asked, repeating the boy's words.

"You, you, are you Erwa?" the old man asked in a trembling voice.

"It's me, Dad, how did you guess that?" the boy asked curiously.

"Cough, cough, you're the only one left." The old man's voice was slightly desolate, "Why are you all gone?"

"Father, my mother asked me to call you home for dinner." As soon as I finished this sentence, the boy continued to urge me: "I and other brothers and sisters are waiting for you at home, you should go home quickly." .”

"Hey, I'll be home right away, right away." The old man became agitated and used the same word twice, "Ahem, how is your mother at home?"

"Everyone is very good, and my mother has been waiting for you at home for a long time. If you don't go back, the food will be cold. Today, my mother specially made you your favorite bean curd, and I will wait for you to go home to eat!" The child said happily.

"Okay, okay, okay, I see." Even through thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, through the mobile phone, I can still hear the old man weeping over there.

"Father, I'll wait for you at home." "Okay! Beep~beep~beep~" A blind voice came from the phone.

The boy was smiling all over his face at the moment, and after I hung up the phone, he bowed to me respectfully, and then slowly disappeared from my sight.

My heart could not be calm for a long time, a feeling that I wanted to cry but couldn't cry, which made my mood extremely bad.In desperation, I took out a cigarette and put it in my mouth. Before I could light it, the woman who just came out of the store exclaimed: "Oh, why is my umbrella broken?"

The man who came out with her hurriedly took the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, and found that the ribs of the umbrella had broken into two pieces, "Forget it, I'll buy another for you tomorrow, don't be sad."

"It's really unlucky." The woman took the oil-paper umbrella handed over by the man, first glanced at it distressedly, and then angrily threw it into the grass beside her.Finally, accompanied by a man, I boarded a BYD and left my sight.

After the other party completely disappeared from my sight, I quickly came to the grass, picked up the damaged oil-paper umbrella, dusted off the dust on it, and held it in my hand, feeling very sad.

When I called the number just now again, no one answered. I think their family has already been reunited in another world. I wish you all the best!I muttered silently in my heart, but the phone rang again.

I glanced at the caller number, and it turned out to be Chris (Chinese-American Wang Lei, the girl who can read minds mentioned earlier), and I connected right away, "Hello, is this Chris?"

"It's me." Chris's familiar voice changed my sad mood, "Where are you and Lao Yu now?"

"Jia Shu, listen to me first." Chris interrupted me very impolitely, "Okay, okay, tell me." "Grandma Meng has gone, and the headquarters is empty. Lao Yu is still in a little trouble, so he can't go back for the time being." Chris paused, and continued: "The only task I have received now is the one from earlier, go to Liaoyang to find the location of the dragon's lair, you can call Lao Cao first Hello, when Lao Yu and I return to Liaoyang, we must find out the exact location of the Dragon Cave again!"

to be continued