Fairy Cries Only At Night

I don't know how Li Yan will find me, but I know Li Yan is a terrible person. He will do whatever he can think of.

Even if Qin Ru is not a simple person, I can't guarantee that she can stop Li Yan.

Therefore, I dare not make a living by selling paintings in Yunnan.

The next morning, I got up to wash and make breakfast, so I took my grandmother to the market.

My place is a small town. Unlike the city, there are hawkers every day. It has a fixed time, that is, going to the market.

Today is just the day for the market in the town.

There are many people going to the market, which is very lively. Fortunately, there are not many people in the mounting shop.

I've been here for some time, and there are several mounted paintings. The boss knows me.

"Little evening, come to mount pictures again!"

The boss is a 45 year old middle-aged woman. Her husband died of cancer two years ago, so she left her to take care of the store alone.

He is very easygoing and has no airs.

"Yes, I'll trouble you again today!"

I handed the painting to sister Mei. Sister Mei took it, looked carefully, smiled and said, "little night, I haven't seen you for a few days. You're a painter again!"

After coming here, my mind became open. I borrowed a lot of books from the bookstore and read them as soon as I have time.

I have to say, it's good to read more books.

"Hehe, there's no painting. I'll put it here first. Please help me mount it. I'll get it on the 13th." sister Mei, this is a manual mounting, not a machine. It takes two or three days.

Today is the 9th. In two or three days, it happens to be the 13th of the next market.

"OK!"

"Thank you, sister Mei."

"No, no, take your grandma to play."

"Yes!"

Holding grandma to go out, there are many people in the market, especially many tourists here.

I walked into the crowd with my grandma, looked at the bustling crowd of vendors around me and asked, "grandma, do you want to go somewhere to play, I'll take you."

Grandma is old. It's hard for an old man to go out. It's good for us to play together with me.

"Grandma doesn't want to go. Where Xiaowan wants to go, grandma will accompany you." Grandma's wrinkled hand holds me, fading the softness and coarseness of her youth, but it makes me feel very warm.

I leaned my head on my grandmother, smiled and said, "OK, Xiao Wan wants to visit the lake."

"OK, grandma will accompany you." grandma patted my hand, and I held it tightly.

When I followed Li Yan, I had no expectations for life. It seemed that everything was dispensable.

But now with my grandmother, I feel warm and begin to look forward to the future and cherish every day.

I feel alive.

Of course, in the dead of night, I will think of Li Yan. It's very strange.

Left Li Yan, I had no hatred, no resentment, no anger, and became unusually calm.

At the beginning, I would reject myself and think of him, but later, over time, I got used to it and let it go.

After all, he is the man who has the closest physical contact. We have been together for so long. Unless I lose my memory, I can't forget him.

There is a river outside the town, like the water town in the south of the Yangtze River. There are retro houses of the Qing Dynasty on both sides of the bank, which is very distinctive.

And there is a kind of fish in the river, which tastes delicious.

Therefore, sitting on the boat can not only enjoy the ancient architecture, but also eat delicious fish, which is a wonderful thing.

When grandma and I got into the boat, the boatman came over, added carbon in the oven and said, "girl, how many do you want?"

"Take two first."

"OK!"

The fish is prepared first, and the seasoning is also available. As long as the fish is killed, baked on it, and the seasoning is put, you can eat it.

"Little evening, can you finish the two?" grandma looked at a half catty fish and asked.

"Of course! I heard the fish is delicious. I must eat enough today!"

"Well, a greedy kitten!"

"Oh, of course."

The boatman killed the fish, inserted it with an iron fork, took it and put it on the carbon roast. I took a long handle and said, "Sir, you sail, I can do it myself."

I can cook. It's not difficult for me.

"Can a girl do it?"

"Of course, you go and sail."

"OK."

The boatman went to the edge of the bed to get the pulp. I looked at grandma and said with a smile, "grandma, look, is this color very good?"

"All right, all right."

Grandma reached out and touched my head. I rubbed mischievously on her palm. "Wait a minute, I'll bake it and we can eat it."

"OK."

The boat slowly sailed forward, the scenery along the coast slowly passed by, and the pungent smell overflowed. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

It smells good!

Open your eyes, look at grandma, point to the fish and say, "grandma, do you smell the smell? It's really delicious."

"I smell it, I smell it."

The folds on Grandma's face were deep, and her muddy eyes also looked like memories.

I looked at grandma and knew she was going to tell the story of her youth.

"What impressed me most when I was a child was the year when I was a child. There was no food at that time..."

Grandma likes to tell me about her. She likes to say everything she knows and hears.

I also like listening. I often have a strong sense of age. Then I'm glad I was born in this age. What I suffered is many times better than what they suffered at that time.

This is probably the relationship between my heart and more and more calm.

Long story, unique scenery and delicious food. I'm very happy to swim the river today.

The boatman landed at 3 p.m.

I helped grandma to walk along the street. Something overflowed in my heart, which made me jump. I let go of grandma's hand and jumped on the slate.

"Grandma, look, do I look like a child kicking shuttlecock?"

Lift your left foot, jump your right foot in front, take a stone and kick in front, from one frame to another.

This is the game I played in my adoptive mother's school when I was a child.

I like it so much.

"Hehe, slow down and don't fall." grandma smiled, and her old voice was very gentle with the precipitation of time.

I said without turning my head, "it's okay. I won't fall. Even if I fall, it doesn't matter. Just get up."

As soon as he finished, he kicked an uneven stone slab, shook his body with one foot and fell to the ground.

The flagstone road is very hard and cold. Fortunately, because of the cold weather, I wear a lot, but I don't fall much. It's just a little painful.

"Look, I said, you're just a little confused. Come on, grandma, see if you've fallen." grandma came over to me, her old body shaking slightly because she walked fast.

My heart was lifted when I saw it.

Quickly stood up and shouted, "grandma, don't worry, I didn't fall. Really, you see... Ah..."

I didn't feel anything before I stood up. Now I found my foot twisted as soon as I stood up.

The body tilted to one side, but I didn't fall. A pair of powerful hands held me.