Xueba at the same table from the future

Chapter 114

"It was a long time ago, as old as this glass of wine."

The beginning of the story begins with a wonderful metaphor of the bad old man.

The spring rain in April is pattering.

Cloth shop business is always bad on rainy days.

The young man squatted on the threshold boredly, looking at the few pedestrians on the street.

The raindrops mixed with the hurried footsteps of pedestrians and splashed down on Qingshi Street, making bursts of noisy noise, which made him a little upset.

The guy has been working in the shop for two years, and he doesn't have any other hobbies on weekdays, so all his salary is spent on cigarettes.

The young man fumbled in his pockets, and took out a crumpled Old Knife cigarette after a long time.

But today's down-and-out guy rummaged through his pockets, but he couldn't find the box of matches.

In fact, it is difficult to light a match on a rainy day, unless - the box of matches is taken over by someone else.

"Here you—" With a slightly lazy voice, a pair of long legs of a woman appeared in front of the threshold of the falling rain at some point.

The man followed the trend and raised his head, his eyes moved up from the woman's fair calf, over the woman's exquisite figure, and finally stopped at her exquisite chin.

From the woman's delicate shoes and elegant blue cheongsam, it can be easily judged that the man and the woman are not from the same world.

So the guy didn't continue to move his eyes upwards, and he didn't choose to take the pack of matches.

"I'll take it for you—" Seeing that the man hadn't moved for a long time, the woman stuffed the match into the man's arms, and then lightly stood the oil-paper umbrella beside the threshold.

Most people only come to buy cloth on sunny days, but women often like to come to the shop with umbrellas on rainy days.While listening to the patter of rain outside the cloth shop, he slowly picked out the newly arrived cloth.

There was more than one clerk in the shop, but only a handsome and able clerk like him.The proprietress actually stayed in his shop with ulterior motives, so it doesn't matter if she is lazy.

The clerk squatted outside the shop for half a minute, until he opened the box of matches and spread out the bunch of notes inside, and then smoked the cigarette in a muffled sound.

On the crumpled note, there were eight words written in beautiful handwriting, "It's raining in the season, I hope you can hold an umbrella."

But the young guy doesn't read much, he only knows the word "umbrella".

"Xiaoquan—go and deliver cloth for others." The proprietress shouted loudly from the shop.

"Okay—I'll be right there." With a lazy reply, the clerk returned to the shop a little restlessly, and threw the cigarette butt by the threshold.

Behind him, the unextinguished cigarette burned a small hole in the oil-paper umbrella.

When the woman was sent to that mansion that day, both of their clothes were half wet.

The weather that day was light rain, and the woman's name happened to be also light rain.

That was the first time the two walked together, starting with a broken umbrella.

At this time the table is opposite.

Different from Chen Mu's polished version, the original story is spit out from the mouth of the cursing uncle.

"At that time, your uncle was not only young but also handsome, but he didn't read a lot and didn't have much money in his pocket..."

"What happened next?" Chen Mu and Li Xinxi's eyes were full of curiosity.

"Later, hehehe..." The uncle coughed twice, and touched his old leg lewdly, "I did everything I should do, and I also did everything I shouldn't do."

The words changed.

"The spring rain fell for a long time that year, but it didn't rain much in the second year, and Xiao Yu came to the shop less and less after that."

The guy often waited and watched in front of that mansion, but he rarely saw the woman in Tsing Yi again.

Until one day when it was raining lightly, the locked door was gently pushed open by the woman again.

Xiao Yu came out wearing a red dress with an umbrella, the woman's face was very pale.

"Ahem, cough, Xiaoquan, don't come over."

Seeing the man's somewhat delighted expression, the woman just covered her upper body with an umbrella and spoke softly.

"I have consumption, contagious."

After saying a word, the two people looked at each other at the gate of the deep house, and remained silent for a long time.

But that day, the man finally took the umbrella, and accompanied Xiaoyu through the last light rain in the last spring.

When the two met, they were in Tsing Yi, but when they separated, they were in Hong Yi.

Chen Mu couldn't help remembering a picture he saw a few days ago.

There is a strong contrast between the dark background and the bright red tones. The tall woman with exquisite makeup is holding an umbrella and bowing, as if she is going to take off the pair of small shoes on her white ankles, but what is vaguely reflected in the puddles under the umbrella is a A pale face.

But the story didn't end here. Just like the beginning of the story, the young man finally received a crumpled paper ball from the woman in red.

At this time, the handwriting on it was already crooked to the point of being illegible.

"This feeling can be regarded as a memory, but it was already at a loss."

The woman sat gracefully under the threshold of falling rain, and the man took off her delicate shoes for the last time.

Even during this year, the woman had tirelessly taught the man over and over again on how to read, but at that time he still didn't know many words.

There are fourteen words in this poem, but the man only knows one.

"To tell you such a story, I just want to say, you two little kids, don't learn from me."

At the dining table, the bad old man lay on the table drunk again, snoring loudly.

"Mu Mu, I'm curious why Xiao Yu wore green clothes at first, but ended up wearing red clothes." Li Xinxi blinked at Chen Mu twice.

"Silly girl, my uncle's time was no different than now. At that time, there were more secular rules than social rules. So the buddy and Xiao Yu are destined not to be together, so we can only use this method for the final parting.", see Looking at the drunken old man opposite, Chen Mu's tone was a little erratic.

"But it's different now... Now there are more social rules than secular rules." Li Xinxi whispered, and Li Xinxi's little head was stuffed in Chen Mu's arms.

At this time, at the other end of the dining table, Chen Mu had already embraced the girl in the yellow skirt again at some point. "Fortunately, the two of us are not quite in line with the rules, so there is no need to talk about the rules in this kind of thing."

"There are two words for rules, but the uncle only knows one word."

"I don't read much, and I only know one word." When he said this, Chen Mu's tone was a little heavier unconsciously.

In front of the red-faced boy, there were empty jugs that had been divided up by the uncle and Chen Mu.

"So Miss, I'm very curious about what that word is." At this time, Chen Mu, who was already slightly drunk, hugged the girl in his arms even tighter.

"Stupid Gouzi, there are eleven strokes in that character."

Feeling the temperature in Chen Mu's arms, Li Xinxi poked her head out slightly, and stretched out her small hand on Chen Mu's chest, and said stroke by stroke.

"Dots, vertical, horizontal, horizontal, vertical, horizontal, vertical, horizontal, horizontal, vertical, horizontal, horizontal, hook, horizontal and horizontal"

"Although the strokes of this character are only eleven strokes, it is written with thirteen characters."

"If you add another word for love, it just happens to be a poem."

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