Miao Family Courtyard

23.

The weather is getting colder, and when all the ginkgo leaves in the yard turn yellow, it is already late autumn.

Miao Shaojue passed by the ginkgo tree every day, looked at the golden leaves of the tree, and thought of when he and Brother Ming were young, they would fight around this tree, and he would secretly hide aside until tomorrow. When my brother passed by by accident, he rushed out and scattered him a ginkgo leaf.

The golden ginkgo leaves fell, revealing Brother Ming's startled and then smiling face.

Miao Shaojue was fascinated by the ginkgo tree, and he didn't come back to his senses until someone called him for a long time.

The tree is still the same tree, but the people under the tree have gone far away.

wrong.

How could it be to go away?

Miao Shaojue smiled wryly, that was obviously his hometown.

When it was getting late, Miao Shaojue took out the letters sent by Sun Hongming in the past few months after working at his desk.

Unrolling the thin letter paper, Miao Shaojue's familiar handwriting came into view.

He had to take out the letter from time to time, obviously every sentence could be memorized, and every time he unfolded it, he still felt a different kind of happiness.

with deeper thoughts.

The wick burst, the candle flame swayed, and the shadow Miao Shaojue cast on the letter paper also moved accordingly. He saw that the handwriting was blurred in a trance, closed his eyes and pressed the eyebrows, and then opened his eyes and returned to clarity, just thinking of himself is tired.

Putting the letter away carefully, Miao Shaojue looked out of the window, and the last ray of the setting sun was also sinking, so he tidied up the things on hand, put on a coat, and went to the old lady's yard.

Some time ago, the weather was suddenly cold, the old lady was weak and contracted the cold, the doctor said to take a good rest, these days has been bedridden, Miao Shaojue has to talk to the old lady every night.

When I went there today, the old lady's complexion was still ruddy, she was leaning on the bed, laughing and scolding a little maid beside her: "Forget it! You don't know a lot of big characters, and you refused to teach you how to teach you, now you are older than me." It's better, madam, I don't want you to read, when my grandson comes, someone will read the letter to me!"

Miao Shaojue walked up to the old lady, sat down affectionately, and said with a smile, "What does grandma want her grandson to do?"

The old lady smiled and said, "Cao Cao Cao Cao is here! I'm talking about you, and you're here."

Miao Shaojue said: "Grandmother and I have a heart-to-heart! I just listened to it. Do I want to read you a letter? Whose letter is it?"

The old lady said: "Who else could it be? Your letter from Brother Ming."

Miao Shaojue wondered: "Brother Ming wrote again? Why didn't I receive it?"

The old lady said: "Brother Ming and you are almost wearing a pair of trousers, why did you miss the letter to you? This is the letter he wrote last time. I miss him, so I will take it out and have a look. The old man's age I'm getting older, and I can't see things clearly at night, so you just come, so read it to me."

Miao Shaojue was a little embarrassed, took the letter, and read it slowly under the dim light of the oil lamp.

The old and the young leaned on each other, and in the voice of reading letters one by one, they missed the same person who was thousands of miles away.