After modification, enter the love game

Yangmei's expression seemed to say "What are you talking about? Who are you talking to? I don't understand."

The old man looked at her blankly: "Do you want to listen? If not, forget it."

Yang Mei believes that listening to the life experiences of the elderly is also part of voluntary labor.

So she obediently supported the old man's wheelchair and said, "You tell me what you want to say."

The old man was very pleased, and a look of reminiscence appeared on his face: "Back then, it was not easy for me and the old lady. Our parents made an engagement and changed our horoscopes, and then... we got married."

Yangmei feels that the life experience of the older generation is of no use.

Is this a marriage experience suitable for new Chinese girls?

Perhaps the girl's condemning look was too strong.

The old man smiled a little embarrassedly: "Haha, I forgot, forgot, there are very few such things nowadays..."

He seemed to remember something and suddenly sighed.

"It's easy to call her wife, but it's hard to call her old woman."

Yangmei didn't say anything.

She suddenly thought of the grandmother who left the welfare home last year. She said that at her age, leaving was only a matter of time, and she just left a step earlier, so there was no need to be too sad.

Someone asked her if there was anything else she wanted to do, and she nodded and said yes, and if possible, could her ashes be buried under the sycamore tree in the yard? That was the tree she and her husband had planted together, and they had agreed to live there together when they got old and watch the red sycamore leaves fall every day.

Unfortunately, not long after the appointment, her husband died on the battlefield in a war to defend his country. When she received the news, she only got a tattered piece of clothing, which was made of cloth she had sewn herself. On the corner of the clothes was written "I don't know if I can come back, please give it to my wife. If you can't, please find a paulownia tree to bury it."

When the old woman said this, everyone was sad, and Yangmei was crying. Only the old woman herself was smiling, a beautiful smile. Her cloudy eyes were brighter than ever, full of poetry and affection like a young girl. At that time, she had two black and shiny pigtails, and embroidered all her wishes in the faint candlelight.

He didn't regret it, and neither did she. She just had to go to keep their appointment, that was all.

Yes, how many promises can a person make in his life, and how many of them can be fulfilled? How many people can you meet? Who can make a promise with you?

The courtyard became quiet, and in the slightly cold autumn breeze, Yangmei was filled with thoughts.

Then there were the sounds of footsteps going up the stairs, and a handsome young man pushed the door open and walked in.

Outside the screen, Jiang Mu slammed the table and stood up.

He recognized the man, even if he was twenty years younger.

——Ginger can remove coldness.

NO.29 Pantomime (Part )

The eighteen-year-old Jiang Quhan really deserves the name "Xiao Shuai".

He was handsome, but not in the feminine way.

He has thick eyebrows, bright eyes, a broad forehead, thick lips, a thin beard, and bright eyes. He is handsome and dignified, and looks righteous. If he were put on the set of a war movie, he would at least have the appearance of a martyr who would sacrifice himself to blow up a building.

If Jiang Mu's sense of maturity was shaped by his experience as the extraterritorial demon, then Jiang Quhan's sense of maturity was purely a gift from God.

To be honest, although the clothes Jiang Quhan was wearing were not cheap, it was a waste to follow him.

He was suitable for the kind of black Mao suit or dark green military uniform. Whenever he wore such a suit, no matter where he went, the first thing the local host would think of was whether there was a banner hanging outside the door...

As soon as Jiang Quhan, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, pushed open the door, a sika deer jumped in front of him.

The Sika Deer Girl slowly raised one hand, with her five fingers gradually spreading out, and with the other hand she stretched out her thumb, which was standing straight.

"Good morning!" she said in sign language.

"Good morning."

Jiang Quhan smiled silently and made the same gesture.

Shennong's family tradition is quite good.

If other families bully men and women, breaking their legs and making them kneel in the ancestral hall is the least of their problems. Even expulsion from the family and life imprisonment are not big problems. There are unfilial descendants every year anyway, so sending them to prison is considered a way of giving back to society.

If one account is ruined, just create a new one.

But the Shennong family has only one son for three generations, and Jiang Quhan is the only child in the family. If he cannot behave himself properly, he will only do evil things. If he is killed in the street, wouldn't his family be extinct on the spot...

The fairest thing in this world is that no matter who you are, what your identity is, or how glorious your past or present is, you only have one life.

It is also because of this that Jiang Quhan has a very good personality.

He came to this place half a year ago for a social practice course, and he has not stopped visiting after the course ended. He even signed up for a sign language class for this purpose.

Yangmei was the girl who left the deepest impression on him in this courtyard.

It would have been difficult not to have a deep impression. Jiang Quhan still remembers that he came here for the first time half a year ago without any preparation and only brought some gifts. He wanted to come quietly and leave quietly, but the gloomy courtyard finally welcomed a strange young man after a long absence. The old grandfathers and grandmothers surrounded the young man with great interest, as if they were watching some rare animal.

God have mercy on you. Jiang Quhan had never expected this scene at that time. He had not even learned sign language. One old man after another took turns making gestures to him. He had two hands but had no idea how to use them. He felt like a seal being watched - an ornamental animal with short arms.

He couldn't speak yet, and Shennong's family tradition told him that speaking loudly in front of a deaf-mute was like kicking a lame person's healthy leg...

For the first time in his life, Jiang Quhan experienced what it felt like to be "so anxious that the words are about to come out."

He was really unlucky. That day, the few people in the courtyard who could speak were out purchasing supplies, so they were unable to help him out.

He was really lucky, because just when he couldn't hold back and wanted to speak, a figure squeezed into the crowd like a fish and suddenly stood in front of him.

Of course it’s bayberry.

The reason why Jiang Quhan was so impressed was not because the girl was lively and clever, her braids were soft and shiny, and she had dimples and little fangs when she smiled - at least not just because of that.

It was because, that day, Jiang Quhan learned one thing - deaf-mute people can also quarrel.

From Jiang Quhan's perspective, Yang Mei was keeping an eye on all directions, listening carefully in all directions, and her soft and slender hands were dancing like a butterfly...but in fact, she was twitching like she was suffering from epilepsy.

She danced her hands at a speed of three movements per second, and drove away all the onlookers with such force that she could swallow mountains and rivers. The scene was so quiet yet so deafening, like an epic roaring silently in an oil painting.

Finally, she put one hand on Jiang Quhan's shoulder, raised her thumb and smiled at him with bared canine teeth. Even her dimples looked heroic in this action that seemed like a female pirate captain declaring her sovereignty - in fact, she was just taking a breath because she was tired of speaking in sign language.

That night, Jiang Quhan went home and asked his parents something.

"Dad, Mom," he asked, "If I want to find a girlfriend who can't speak or hear, will you agree?"

And his parents were very pleased.

"Of course, our family doesn't care about this." His father is very open-minded.

"Yes, yes, it would be even better if you could marry ten and have more children." His mother was more open-minded.

——So Jiang Quhan came here often.

He greeted Yangmei, and as usual, he visited the elderly people in the yard and took care of some chores.

A welfare home that lacks young people will always have all kinds of trivial matters; just like a phoenix tree that lives for a long time will always have too many fallen leaves.

These chores will be handled by caregivers, but people who do things for money will never be as meticulous as those who do things with their heart.

By the way, everyone in the yard knew that Yangmei could talk, except Jiang Quhan;

Also, all of them knew that Jiang Quhan could talk, except Yang Mei...

These old people all guarded this secret as if it were a precious and brand new treasure chest.

When Yangmei came out of the house after cleaning up the dishes, Jiang Quhan was sweeping the fallen leaves in the yard.

Autumn always seems quiet. Under the bright sun that is as bright as it can be, the slightly cold wind turns over thousands of layers of gold, maintaining its dynamic beauty.

She came closer to Jiang Quhan and asked silently.

"how much longer?"

"It's fine now." He answered silently.

"Then let's go out and play!"

After Yang Mei finished signing, she seemed to feel that her tone was not strong enough, so she extended another index finger and clenched her other hand into a fist, placing it just below the vertical finger.

She put her face close to her hands and made a crude exclamation mark with a grin.

Jiang Quhan watched this scene, smiled and nodded.

it is good.

So Yangmei became excited.

"Oh, by the way, I recently heard a legend in class that there is a kind of potato chips, and there is a chance that a commemorative coin will be included in its bag. As long as you collect all five commemorative coins and throw them into the wishing well, your wish will come true!"

Jiang Quhanxin said that this rumor must have come from the potato chip vendor...

Of course, he only said this in his own heart.

"So," Yangmei winked, "let's go buy some potato chips!"

She made the exclamation mark gesture again.

...Do you really want to buy it!

Jiang Quhan complained about these unscrupulous businessmen in his heart, but his hand honestly touched his pocket.

...Very good, judging from the feel, there is still ample funds.

"Well, let's go buy some potato chips!"

Jiang Quhan blinked and, imitating Yangmei, made an exclamation mark gesture on his face.

So they walked side by side down the alley, gray shadows meeting in the autumn sun, fallen leaves breaking under their feet.

NO.30 "Hello, my name is Jiang Mu"

If "fuck" is an expression, then Jiang Mu's expression at this moment is this.

He never expected that the young man named Xiao Shuai, who was said to be deaf and mute, was actually his biological father.

In other words, the information about his mother that he had hinted at was in this movie.

Wait, Jiang Quhan is deaf-mute?

Jiang Mu recalled the angry curses his father hurled at him when he beat him, and felt that this matter needed to be discussed.

...Let me think about it. If the plot in this interlude is correct, then it means that when my mother was young, she thought my father was deaf-mute, and when my father was young, he thought my mother was deaf-mute.

They are actually neither, but they both think the other is.

Oh my god... This is worthy of this world, you really know how to have fun!

No wonder it’s called “Noisy Pantomime”, that’s why.

Very good, I approve of this movie!

Come on, come on, where's the announcer? Can you speed it up? I want it to be 1.5 times faster!

Jiang Mu now feels as excited as if he was flipping through old photos and came across a photo of his parents kissing when they were young.

Then, something even more shocking happened to Jiang Mu.

Suddenly, four big words appeared on the screen:

[To be continued]

"..."

Jiang Mu turned his head expressionlessly and looked at the announcer.

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"Don't look at me like that." The announcer shrugged. "You unlocked the interlude yourself. Can you blame me for only unlocking part of it?"

"Are there any relevant plots in the remaining interludes that I haven't seen?"

"Let me see... You have currently unlocked four interludes, namely "The Meaning of Smile", "Noisy Pantomime", "Miracle Deal" and "Girl Looking Up at the Stars". Among them, only "Noisy Pantomime" is incomplete. The others are relatively complete films."

The announcer flipped through the entries and said, "Each story is relatively independent. If you want to see the following content, you can only wait until it is unlocked. Or in other words, 'The next area, come explore it later!'"

Jiang Mu was silent for a while: "...Can I say dirty words?"

"No."

"Then I have nothing to say."