Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 2278 I said, I will live to see you destroy the foundation of the Qing Dynasty! 8
Nansu remembered that a long time ago, his mother took him to play in the old man's house and called him grandma.

In my impression, that grandma is very old, and the wrinkles on her face are very deep, just like the pleated paper used to make paper flowers in kindergarten, and she can't see the original smooth appearance.

Looking at such an old face, the young Nan Su somehow got a little closer.

Whenever grandma smiled happily, Nansu felt that smile seemed to be able to pass through time. At that moment, even a young man like him could feel the old man's past in the Mood for Love.

It was a beautiful time with a flowery appearance.

But later, I don't know when it started, the old man locked himself in the house day after day, and didn't leave the house for many years, but the young Nan Su didn't know why.

When he was young, he also twisted his mother to see the elderly, but his mother always reluctantly refused his request.

Gradually, the desire to see the old man faded away as she grew up. The only thing to tell Nansu's family that she was still well was the voice of the gramophone every day, and the family gradually stopped mentioning that the one with Nansu was still alive. isolated old man.

Only occasionally, Nansu could still see her mother standing on the stairs of the attic, muttering to herself with some disappointment: "If grandpa is still here..."

Grandpa?

Nansu's memory seemed to be missing something, but he couldn't pursue so much, because no one would tell him what was missing in his memory.

This was the first time in many years. With apprehension and anxiety, Nansu took Fu Yuejun and Jin Tingxiao, followed his mother's instructions, went upstairs, and knocked on the door: "Grandma, I am Nansu."

In my memory, the old man always speaks standard Mandarin.

The door didn't open immediately, and the corridor was awkwardly quiet.

Like many years ago, with the same wrinkled face, he poked out from the shadow of the crack of the door and saw Nansu's face clearly. The old man's dim eyes were startled, and then he laughed, just like the first time many years ago. meet.

Walking into the door that no one has opened for a long time, I smell the aged sandalwood that has been locked in this room for several years.

Nansu opened the old makeup box, which contained the moon cards of the old Shanghai female stars, the posters pasted at the entrance of the old theater, the dazzling but decaying costumes, and the set that seemed to have been released for generations. phonograph……

The setting sun shone in through the skylight of the attic, and shone on the dark red wooden floor, but there was an orange-gold light, and the room looked more and more like a scene in a yellowed old photo.

The carved rosewood bed and dresser, the red sandalwood wardrobe, and the rosewood tables and chairs are all old but spotlessly clean.

Every corner and every corner of the mahogany furniture has been smoothed and polished due to long-term use, but no damage has been found.

Obviously the owner loves them very much.

When Nansu was dazzled by the low luxury scene more than half a century ago, she was already holding a white enamel teacup, sitting on a futon, satin cushions behind her, and a silk screen.

This is an unfamiliar environment, full of ancient old Shanghai style.

Everything here is very strange, the quaint room, nothing is the same, it fits in this troubled world.

In Nansu's view, the only thing that is the same is the afterglow of the sunset that can be seen at home downstairs, and the graceful singing of Kunqu Opera that can be heard in the alley from the phonograph.

The old record was spinning, round and round, and Nan Su's eyes were also turning, round and round, in the faint scent of scented tea, he felt a little dizzy, so he turned his head and stopped looking.

Perhaps the gramophone was too old, and the records were too old, and there were occasional stutters, but these were all harmless, for the old man was humming along to the sound.

(End of this chapter)