[Net King] Warm and cool

"Father, the things in the attic should really be cleaned up!"

Wearing a mask, gloves, and fully armed, he stood at the door of the attic. The black-haired, black-eyed boy rubbed the clump of hair on the top of his head, put on his hat, took a deep breath, and opened the door of the attic.

As soon as the door was opened, the oncoming dust made the boy cough violently even though he was wearing a mask.

"Ah, it hasn't been cleaned up since my grandma passed away."

Father's leisurely voice came from downstairs, "Speaking of which, our grandma was a well-known writer at that time! If you find the manuscript in the attic or something, it can be regarded as a family heirloom. "

"I don't think there will be the manuscript of the grandma in your mouth in this kind of place." The young man covered his mouth and nose, frowned and complained loudly, "Father, you always say that grandma is a celebrity, why haven't you Tell me who is her old man? Has it appeared in history textbooks?"

"Ah, that's a bad idea of ​​my grandma's. Only those who have found clues of her identity in this old house are qualified to know her identity! Therefore, this attic must be cleaned manually!" Father stepped on Going up the creaking stairs to the attic, he patted his son on the shoulder with a smile, "Son, Father is very fond of you!"

"So that's why you asked me to clean the attic..." The young man gritted his teeth in displeasure, "It's really dirty... If I have this skill, I might as well let me go to the holographic field and play two rounds with the simulated machine!"

"Oh, I heard that there is Echizen Ryoma's signature in the old house, if you find it, I will give it to you." My father still said with a smile.

The young man's face was completely paralyzed, "Father, don't talk about people like those from the last century."

"Anyway, come on, my son!"

Father shrugged and casually walked out of the attic.

The boy stood there silently for a while, exhaling the cool air, and finally resigned to his fate, picked up the bucket and rag and fell headlong into the dusty attic.

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Bang.

After wiping the dust off the window sill, he accidentally kicked something while backing away. The boy turned around suspiciously, put down the rag and bucket, and picked up the dusty camphor wood box in the corner.

There was a rusty lock hanging on it, the boy pulled the lock, thought for a while, and at this moment, the peculiar curiosity of young people gained the upper hand.

He found a piece of iron wire from the pile of trash he had picked up at the side, and poked it in carefully.

I poked it forward, felt a little stagnant, then turned left and right, and heard a click, and the lock fell to the ground.

——【How can this kind of thing stump me, our family is a family of police officers!How could a lock of this level stump me! 】

The boy lifted the corners of his mouth triumphantly, and the clump of dull hair on the top of his head also moved slightly.

——Well, there seems to be something wrong with what you said just now.Hey, aren't you from a police family? Boy!Is it really a man to open the lock so smoothly? !

The boy picked up a rag and wiped the dust on the box, and opened the box carefully. Inside was a stack of paper tightly wrapped in oiled paper.

"what is this?"

The boy took the box and the contents and went down to the attic, went to the study of the old house, put it away, washed his hands, and opened the oiled paper cloth.

A strong fragrance of ink came oncoming, and the clear and meaningful fonts slowly unfolded in front of my eyes.

The boy's eyes slowly widened.

——[I don’t know whether it will be my descendants or the employees of the demolition office who found this manuscript, and I don’t know if my name will be known in this era, but the purpose of my writing this manuscript is just In order to keep this memory in this world. 】

The handwriting left by the black ink pen on the slightly yellowed paper is surprisingly well preserved, and the font is dignified and square, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

——[When I was young, when I was typing in front of the computer all day long, I never thought that I would love to write on manuscript paper. Well, it seems that I am really old. This kind of thing is actually my home. What the old man likes, but I have also practiced under his influence these years. Although it is not a masterpiece, this manuscript should still have extremely high artistic value. 】

The boy looked down silently.

——[Ah, the one who is reading the manuscript, although I don't know if you are my descendant, but you must be laughing in your heart: Come on, come on, look at this dead old woman, you really think so highly of yourself.In fact, boy, when I wrote this paragraph, I was also laughing inside.Since you don't know who I am yet, allow me to be a fool and let you slowly search for clues about me in this manuscript.Well, this is just an old man's bad taste, my child, you should be able to understand it, right? 】

The boy slowly turned to the next page.

—— [My life, according to common sense, should not have a long time.Being able to live to be 80 years old has sent away many, many friends from my youth, and the old man has already gone there to wait for me, leaving me as an old woman writing and dawdling in this empty old house.In terms of length, my life should be the envy of many people.As for breadth, all my life, I have been doing what I like, making friends I like, marrying someone I like, and having children I like... No matter what, it is difficult to use simple words. describe the happiness. 】

——[When I decided to start writing this memoir, the first thing that popped up in my mind was not my own life, but the story of my husband and I, a pair of best friends. 】

——【Six months ago, I attended the funeral of my most beloved senior sister. 】

——【Three months ago, I attended the funeral of the front table of the middle ages in our country. 】

——[In the past three months since I attended the funeral at the front table, I have been having a strange restlessness, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, and walking around barefoot on the floor, unable to calm down.To this day, the moment I hold the pen, I know that this is my consciousness calling from the depths of my soul to write something. 】

——[I don't want their stories to be forgotten. 】

——【So, I started writing. 】

——【How should I describe them?They are the most well-matched and happiest couple I have ever seen.Even better than me and the old man seem to match, whether it is more than 60 years ago or today.Hehe, for this sentence, if the old man is still there, he will definitely ignore me with a black face until I change it obediently.However, the old man is gone, so write as I please.Although, I also hope that the guy with the dark face can continue to look at me with a dark face. 】

——[Ah, it seems a little sad.Older people tend to be sad and talkative, my child, you will forgive an old man for his trivial thoughts. 】

——【Then, what follows is the story I want to tell. 】

—— [In the life of my senior sister, there is such a man who is her lifelong partner. 】

——【Fall in love at the age of 14, start a family at the age of 24, and send the eldest son to kindergarten at the age of 30 hand in hand. After a seven-year itch, the passion fades and the tenderness remains. 】

——[50 years old, the youngest daughter also started a family. 】

——[60 years old, holding grandchildren and smiling, sitting side by side on the upper seat of the family banquet. 】

——[70 years old, the eldest grandson returned home with a gentle and shy girl. 】

——[At the age of 80, she died with a smile in his arms. 】

——[Then, he walked through the three months without her alone, seeing the flowers he planted by himself in front of her grave blooming in full bloom, and seeing her smile in the black and white photo on her tombstone was as warm as ever, he closed the door with a smile eyes. 】

——【If I really want to sum up their life in one sentence, it is the most romantic sentence in the Book of Songs of the Celestial Dynasty, life and death are in harmony with each other, talk with Zicheng, hold your hand, and grow old together. 】

——[My front desk spent his whole life fulfilling the promise he made when he proposed to his senior 60 years ago. 】

——[In this life, he will not let her watch him leave lonely. 】

—— [In this life, he will not let her be alone. 】

——[In this life, wherever she is, there is his paradise. 】

——[In this life, I love so much. 】

——[It has nothing to do with wealth, nothing to do with power.Just because we love each other. 】

——[Next, what I want to write is their stories.From the perspective of a bystander, I tell about their tender life. 】

——[By the way, their names, I can tell you now. 】

——【My senior sister, the courtyard is cool. 】

——[My front desk, Yukimura Seiichi. 】

The wind gently blew across the yellowed paper, and the boy held his breath nervously for a while.

On the last sheet of manuscript paper, there is a corner exposed at the bottom, and there is a name, which should be the author's signature.

If the young man is careful to distinguish, he will be surprised to recognize the name of this person. He just listened to the teacher's impassioned explanation of the elective course history of modern literature yesterday.

East Pole Xia Division.

Known as an unsurpassed ghost talent in the island country's novel world for 100 years, she became famous at a young age, started her career with love novels, and finally shined in the reasoning world. For a long period of time, it belonged only to the name of Dongji Xiasi, and created countless classic works handed down for the world. His name is deeply remembered in the history of literature in the island country, and his works are still compulsory study in the literature departments of major universities.

The boy didn't see the name, he just gently turned to the next page.

The yellowed paper has a long-lasting sense of the times, and every stroke makes people feel refreshed.

This is a new story, which will be slowly revealed in front of your eyes.

The author has something to say: I want literature and art!

I want a little freshness!

I want the daily department! ! !