embroidery

Qingmo broke another willow branch, and pulled the leaves like before. When the last leaf fell, Qingmo couldn't help but curl her mouth, "It's a fate, I'm here to tear it down and feast your eyes."

It's really more heart-scratching than taking a love potion, but you can't blame Qingmo for being too curious. Tao Cheng has been away for a long time and hasn't returned. Maybe this burden is left for him?

He took out an iron box that he was very familiar with in two or three strokes. There was no pattern on the box for a long time, there were a few spots of rust, only the four corners were polished.

As if the primordial spirit had come out of the body, leaving only a body fixed in place, it took a long time for Qingmo to recover from the trance, "It turned out that Aunt Zhou told him."

Brushing away the leaves that fell on the lid of the box, everything inside is his treasure.

The year when she was called to study with Tao Cheng at the age of seven was the best year in Qingmo's childhood, but there was only one year to reminisce.

On the Hundred Flowers Festival, three elementary school students were sending Mr. Guo out after class, and they happened to meet Mr. Tao who was returning home. Qingmo saw Tao Cheng and Tao Che calling him "Father", so he bent down and followed him "Master". , This is the first time Qingmo saw Master Tao, he didn't dare to look up or straighten up, but then he was pulled into an embrace.

Master Tao squatted down and hugged him loosely, "What's your name? How old are you?"

Qingmo was nervous and at a loss, looking at this face that was very close to him but very unfamiliar, and whispered, "My name is Qingmo, seven years old."

"Yes, you are already seven years old." Master Tao smiled and sighed, "Do you like this name?"

Qingmo never thought about this question, but Tao Cheng always called him "Qingmo" by his name, and he could hear it several times even in his dreams at night, why didn't he like it?Qing Mo replied, "I like it."

Tao Che wanted to pull his father's clothes from behind, but he didn't dare. He turned around anxiously, and heard his father ask again, "Is it difficult to study?"

Qingmo carefully went to look at Mr. Guo, neither dared to say it was difficult, nor dared to say it was not difficult, so he opened his mouth and said, "噫咱嚱!"

Master Tao was surprised, "What's the meaning of this?"

"Even... it's difficult, and it's not difficult."

Tao Cheng squeezed towards his father with a smile on his face, "Hey! Dad, Qingmo is smarter than me and my younger brother."

Master Tao also laughed, "Before, you were always in the side courtyard?"

Qing Mo said, "Yeah."

"There are no children in the side courtyard, who do you play with?"

"And flowers, bugs, and birds."

Normally his elder brother likes to rub against that unlucky bastard, but now even his father hugs the unlucky bastard and chatters endlessly. Tao Che stomped anxiously, and then saw his mother striding towards him. He seemed to have found it. Rescuer, "Mom!"

Qingmo also saw Second Grandma Qiao, she was as vicious as a devil, he watched her walk in front of him shyly, maybe Master Tao was present, she didn't utter bad words like last time, she just gouged out her eyes with a poisonous knife. He made a note, then pulled Tao Cheng to hide behind him, and urged Master Tao, "Master, go back to the house and rest, take care of yourself."

Unexpectedly, a word of concern turned out to be the fulfillment of a curse. Master Tao fell ill in bed that night and couldn't get up. He became weaker and weaker for three or five days in a row. The anxious Tao's house was full of dark clouds.Qing Mo huddled in the corner of the bed, he heard the rumors, and the maids also regarded him as bad luck, everyone was blaming him, hating him for being bad luck and not knowing how to stay away, and actually harming others, really horrible.

On the next day, Aunt Zhou packed her bags and took him out of the Tao Mansion. The dilapidated carriage bumped on the road for more than half a month, and finally drove into Changzhou, where it stopped at the site of Tao's orchard.

Most of the memories are bitter, and the few past events that can recall sweetness are all packed in this iron box.

Qingmo opened the lid of the box, took out the three-cloth embroidery, took out a stack of letter paper and put it on the table, and when he went to get Xiao Taohu again, the breeze blew away the thin and soft paper, so frightened, Qingmo rushed to press it down, While closing it, he muttered, "It's dangerous. What are you running around? What if I ran into the lake?"

After taking out a small whitishly worn file from the box as a paperweight, Qingmo then confidently picked out several finely polished peach pits, and finally a clever ring.

This Qiaohuan was Qingmo's life at the time, and he couldn't untie it or take it off. He was so anxious that he blushed and his neck was thick. The orchard was full of busy farmers, and no one had time to see how this little guy was. What's going on, let him sit under the canopy holding Qiaohuan tearfully, pouting and sulking.

Qingmo recalled this exquisite gadget, "You can't trouble me anymore, I can solve it for you whatever you want."

Qiaohuan was entrained in Tao Cheng's first letter to him. In fact, there were only two letters in total. He had copied it thousands of times, and he had already memorized it fluently.Qingmo looked at the stack of letters, wondering how Tao Cheng would feel when he saw so many of the same letters.

Stretching out his hand, he carefully took out the two original Tao Cheng's handwriting. The strokes were not very correct, and a typo was crossed out after a few sentences. Qingmo could imagine the six-year-old Tao Cheng crouching in front of the table. The husband stood by to guide him and help him.

The first letter, when Qingmo was helping the fruit growers pick out the broken fruits in the orchard, he was suddenly called, saying that there was a letter brought, and when he took it in a daze, he saw the familiar handwriting on the envelope Tears welled up in my eyes when I wrote "Qingmo kisses me".

Light Mo, seeing a letter is like meeting:

I miss you.Do you know that when I heard that you had left home for Changzhou, I didn't believe it at all, and even got into a temper tantrum with my husband, which is really ignorant.

Father is fine, you don't have to worry about it.

During the few days when my father was in bed, my younger brother and I were restless. We were terrified to see my father vomiting profusely. Fortunately, the disease was not contagious, so we stayed in the house with my mother and stayed by my father's side. How did you treat me at that time? I don't know, after my father recovered, I heard some nasty speculations.

I won't believe what they say about you.When I was close to you for a year, I just felt very happy. I just want to study with you and continue to be together. You must not put me together with those bad guys. I am happy with you. You must firmly believe that suspect.

I will give you a set of clever rings, hoping to please you.

Ordinary people say "don't read when you are well", but only half of it, you must be well, and you must also miss me, otherwise we will meet again in the future, and I will ignore you.

Ten days after the Hundred Flowers Festival, in the school, Tao Cheng.

Qingmo's fingers lightly touched "I am happy with you", and there seemed to be sweetness and pain in his heart, or it was blank. The willow leaves fell on the paper again, and Qingmo blew it away, pouting. His lips were pursed into a curve again, if the words on this piece of paper were still reserved, then the next letter would be a true love letter to him.

Light Mo, seeing a letter is like meeting:

I still miss you very much.Your reply letter is also too short, I have to read it several times, it is not enough, and I also took advantage of the loopholes, the letter is short, and there is not a single typo. Here, some words and sentences Mr. Guo praised you are omitted, just experience it yourself.

I asked my father if he had the opportunity to go to Changzhou?My father only answered me vaguely, don't worry, I will study hard, and after I win my father's favor, I beg him to take me to see you.

Are there any friends in the orchard?Don't keep company with flowers, birds, and caterpillars. You are so kind and so lovable. Do you already have a partner to play with?Happy for you, but you must not forget me, miss me every day.

Yesterday's Dragon Boat Festival, I wonder if you ate bacon dumplings.Thinking back to last year, we had a private meeting under the rockery, with a bright moon above our heads, for fear of being discovered, I still remember the way you devoured your food, it was really funny, I also wonder why you are so voracious, without rules, but still It is as beautiful as the bright moon.

Today, my husband taught me "Magpie Bridge Immortal", which I liked very much. For this reason, I was laughed at by my younger brother. I am a passionate person, and my husband also said that I am a young adult. I don't know whether I should be happy or ashamed. The words are written in At the end of the letter, I hope you like it too. If you don't like it, you are not allowed to make jokes when replying to the letter.

If these two feelings are long, how are they going up and down.

This sentence is so wonderful that I could not write it for about a hundred years or a thousand years.Although Cowherd and Weaver Girl are not suitable for us, they are thousands of miles away, so we should learn from them.Now you have been away for nearly three months, as if it has been three years, if one day in the future, we no longer communicate with each other by letter, I will still miss you and miss you, you must be like me, otherwise the day when we meet again will be When I kill you.

One day after the Dragon Boat Festival, in the school, Tao Cheng.

Qingmo let out a breath, and after the warm wind blows away, he folded the two pieces of letter paper and put them back into the iron box.He is different from before. When he read the letter at the age of seven or eight, he simply missed it. When he grew up, he couldn't restrain the charming thoughts in his heart, and when he read the letter again, he would burst into tears, resentment, obsession, bewilderment, and thoughts. The weight finally made him fall into a serious illness. His skin was covered with bones, and he was lifeless. In those drowsy dreams, he could no longer see Tao Cheng's appearance clearly.

"Have all the hardships come to fruition?" Qing Mo smiled, holding the few copies he copied in his hand, which was an expedient move he made for fear of improper preservation of the original works, "Hey, it's so embarrassing, I won't really be seen by him Bar."

Then there are a few small baskets carved from peach pits to pass the time in spare time. I was about 14 years old. At that time, I dreamed of seeing each other again one day, so I took this small basket as a gift, but I didn’t have the nerve to take it out. The exquisite jade pendant on Tao Cheng's body, a peach stone fruit is really shabby.

In the end, there was his much-disgusted embroidery, the inferior cloth surface, and the embroidery threads of a dull color. Qing Mo stacked them up as if they were treasures, put all the treasures back into the box as they were, and tied the burden again. Put it in the previous position, pretending to be untouched.

Qing Mo clapped her hands, stood up, and called the servant, "It's better to have chicken noodle soup, if you haven't eaten, bring it and use it with me."

The boy hurriedly waved his hands, "No, no, the manager will scold me for not being big or small if he finds out."

Qing Mo smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, those who are in charge listen to me, I will cover you, don't be afraid, eating alone is not good."

The boy looked hesitant, Qing Mo waved his hand to urge him, and just turned around and called him back.

"Then what..." Not as unrestrained as before, Qing Mo also turned hesitant, "Your brothel yard, do you have that kind of ointment or some kind of potion..."

The little servant answered, "Master, are you talking about the love potion?"

"No!" He would really be unable to get out of bed with another love potion, Qing Mo said, "The kind that reduces swelling, can... recover quickly..."

The boy turned around "Oh" and said clearly, "An ointment for reducing swelling and pain after indulgence?"

Qingmo clenched her fists and beat her palms, "Exactly. Go and find some for me."

The servant was ordered, and left staggeringly, leaving Qing Mo unable to hold back his composure, his face flushed with embarrassment.