Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 2279 I said, I will live to see you destroy the foundation of the Qing Dynasty! 9
Nansu looked at the old man on the rocking chair in some confusion, the voice from the opening and closing mouth was like a warbler's cry, spring flowers blooming, and there were some long, lingering whispers in the clearness, like weeping and complaining, Wu Nong Soft words are nothing more than that.

The voice in the phonograph was clearly someone else's, the voice was clearer, more beautiful, with more independence from the world, indifferent and cold, but wonderfully echoed with the old man's voice.

Nan Su's eyes moved to the fireplace, there were many old photos hanging on the wall, mottled but clear.

There are many people's faces on it. In some yellowed photos, they are blurred, but the eyebrows and eyes are very clear. People at that time did not smile when taking pictures, but the old man when he was a girl smiled happily. .

Looking at one by one, the smile gradually disappeared from the face from youthful to charming.

There are some past events hidden in it, and there are records of the young face of the old man, every frown and smile are submerged in today's wrinkles, and those people who are gradually disappearing in memory.

"Grandma..." Nansu couldn't bear the silence, and asked tentatively.

"Your name is Nansu, right?"

After singing the song, the old man was still lying on his back in the rocking chair, but asked indifferently, his voice was soft and low, and he could not hear the voice of an octogenarian at all.

"Well... I heard from my mother that the name was given by you."

"Then did your mother tell you the origin of the name?"

Nansu thought for a moment, then replied: "Nan Kemeng wakes up, gains and losses are like smoke."

The old man smiled slightly on his wrinkled face.

Nan Su was once again amazed at the old man's smile, that somewhat tranced smile, as if it could make people see the good old days.

The old man said slowly: "How happy is it to gain, and what to worry about losing it, just like a dream in Nanke, where flowers bloom and fall, and fly to and from the evening, all turned into a sigh at the end of life, so you named it with you, but you don't want to , you are so similar to that person."

That person?

Nan Su wanted to ask, is it Grandpa?
But after all, he didn't ask, and only heard the old man continue, but this time he said to Fu Yuejun: "Are you a girl from sister Yuzhen's family?"

Fu Yuejun nodded slightly, and looked at the old man with gentle eyes: "According to my seniority, I should call you aunt and grandmother, but it seems that you don't want me to call you that."

"What a smart girl."

The old man laughed, and laying on the rocking chair, he said slowly: "After so many years, sister Yuzhen is full of children and grandchildren, and you are so old. You look like a person, but this is not surprising. .”

"It's just that I never thought about it. Your face reminds me of many things."

Those things, Mrs. Lan Zhen had been deeply buried in her heart for many years, and she had never mentioned them to others. Even Nan Su's mother didn't know about those things in the past.

The old man removed the needle of the phonograph, and the song ended: "Do you want to hear it?"

Fu Yuejun nodded slightly.

She could understand why there was endless desolation in the old man's voice. Seeing the beautiful woman die, and listening to the vicissitudes of life, she remembered a sentence.

A beautiful but helpless joke is a long sigh of a woman who has lived the years into poetry:

Life is a gorgeous robe covered with lice.

Witty, but wasted years.

"Do you believe in destiny?"

Mrs. Lan Zhen glanced at Fu Yuejun, saw the familiar yet unfamiliar eyebrows, and smiled slightly: "Do you know that there is a "Tui Bei Tu" in ancient times that can predict the past and present, and there is even a "Plum Blossom Yi Shu" that can determine the number of people's luck?" , and in the troubled times of the Republic of China, someone once wrote a book that could give a glimpse of the destiny."

(End of this chapter)