Wing On Tune

The street market in the south is brightly lit at night, which is the beginning of the bustling night. The hawkers on the street have the intention of taking a break after a day of yelling, because there are only a lot more people at night than during the day. Walking or stopping, buying and selling in this bustling night scene seems to be easier than during the day. The hawker business on the stalls is in full swing, and no one pays attention to how long the people sitting in the shadow of the alley.Occasionally, a pedestrian passing by was startled, and wanted to swear a few words, but when he looked up to see the appearance of that person, the swearing disappeared in his throat.

This life is like a face of a fairy in the painting. The drooping eyebrows make the whole person very obedient, but the arcs at the corners of the eyes are slightly raised upwards, which is a bit seductive. A little warmer, the lip color is the most conspicuous color on this person's face, like a touch of vermilion added to an ink painting, the corners of the lips seem to be hooked, and a slight movement can show a sultry meaning.

Strange and strange.This person obviously sat there without moving. He was so quiet that people could ignore him, but it was hard to look away when he really took a look at it. It was a mixture of indifference and seductiveness, obedience and enchanting feeling. Of course, if it weren't for being so devastated, such a beautiful appearance would be beautiful, but it is really as lifeless as a painting, not like a living thing.

"Mother," the girl who looked like the person in the painting turned her face away until a child's voice came from not far away, and finally moved, turning her head to look at the source of the voice, her voice was soft but not fluctuating, "An'er is back !"

Chang An answered with a hum, and the little adult usually stepped forward to hold Liu Xu's hand and lead her back, "It's cold, mother, remember to put on an extra layer of clothes when you come out next time, or you'll catch a cold."

Liu Xu is in good spirits tonight, and can chat with Chang An at this moment, "What lesson did Mr. teach today?"

I don’t know when Chang’an started. Whenever I went to a place, I always liked to run to the school. At first, I hid under the window of the school and listened secretly. When I didn’t understand, I occasionally poked my head. Some students looked at Chang’an and snickered, thinking that Chang’an was fun. Most of the teachers in the school talked to Chang An during the break after class, knowing that he had no fixed place to live and had no other hobbies except going to school to study, and felt sorry for him, so they would let Chang An sit in the school and listen to studies. As time goes by, Chang'an has gained a lot even if he changed to another teacher in a short time.

Chang An has always been like this in front of Liu Xu, well-behaved but not very close, and every time Liu Xu rarely talks to him when he is awake, he only answers questions and does not talk too much. Both mother and son seem not used to intimacy, "We went to the South How long has it been?"

Chang An paused when he stepped into the threshold, he was about to leave again, and he answered after a moment of silence, "It's more than a month, mother, are you planning to leave?"

Seeing Liu Xu started to go into a trance again, he knew there would be no further reply, so Chang An planned to go to the school early tomorrow to say goodbye to Mr.

After entering the door, Chang'an went to wash rice and cook on his own, Liu Xu really calmed down after that sentence, fell into silence again, and sat in the corner.

This place was rented by a colleague from Chang'an. Due to the remote location and the shabby environment, the rent is very cheap. There is only one bed, a table and chairs in the house, and the dining area is just a few steps away from the bed. Fortunately, there is a distance between them. The inner room is used for bathing, even if it is a mother and child, but Changan is a man after all, there are still some things that need to be carefully considered if they really live together.

There were some old cooking utensils scattered in the kitchen room. Chang An was busy, and soon set up a table of meals. It was said to be a table, but in fact it was a plate of stir-fried meat with vegetables and a small pot of soup. Changan is used to these things now, and it is really not easy to make some taste and appearance under the shortage of materials while being quick in hands and feet.

Liu Xu didn’t have much money left. She saved a lot of money a few years ago, but she lost her income due to illness, and now she has spent very little, so Chang’an didn’t dare to submit the application for her studies when she went to the school. It is the gentlemen who cherish their talents and teach for free. Changan is only ten years old this year. He should be at the age of going to school without worry and going home happily. However, he has no fixed place and has been traveling for several years. , and now I am starting to think about finding some work to do in the next place, and I must be able to support it in Huai'an!

After the meal, Chang An kept cleaning up and preparing hot water non-stop. At this time, Liu Xu would mostly sit by the clean table and embroider handkerchiefs. It's like mother doing embroidery work, the catkins are beautiful, looking at the whole person is very gentle under the flickering light, while carefully watching the direction of the stitches, while talking softly to Chang'an, and sometimes even in the When Chang An was in trouble, he put down his needle and thread and tapped gently to coax him to sleep. This is one of the few fond memories of Chang An when he was a child.

Liu Xu is very keen on embroidery, especially embroidered handkerchiefs. No matter where she settles down, there are only a few clothes in her package. There are not many things with her, but the materials for making handkerchiefs are always complete in her bag. That is her persistence. With her expectations.

Her embroidery method is self-contained, not only needlework, but also some rouge-like pigment powder packed in different small boxes. Chang'an has seen her technique before. On the handkerchief, the paint will bloom on the handkerchief, like thick ink dripping into water, and like a flower blooming, various shapes will bloom on the handkerchief, and it will not fade. It is a unique craftsmanship. Now it has become a lingering nightmare in Chang'an. For a long time, Chang'an would subconsciously dodge a few steps away when Liu Xu picked up a needle and thread.

The patterns embroidered by Liu Xu are lively and ingenious, and people will never forget them. In the past, many women coveted the silk handkerchief in Liu Xu's hand and offered a lot of money to buy it, but they were rejected. Chang'an was convinced that these If the handkerchiefs are put on sale, they will be sold out. With this handicraft, the mother and son can live a better life than now, but she never sells them. Changan knows that those handkerchiefs are all embroidered for the same person. , a person who did not come back.

Carefully carry the water bucket in and out of the room. Chang An is now small in stature and weak in strength. He wobbled the wooden bucket half filled with water to maintain his balance. He swung back and forth more than ten times before filling the bucket Okay, after testing the water temperature, I came out to call for someone. Liu Xu couldn't hear her. After sitting for a while, she finished her embroidery work, tied the knot and bit off the end of the thread, and put the towel into her bag. He walked into the room slowly as if he had just come alive, and after a while, the sound of water came from the room.

Chang An was bored and sat in the yard, looking up and counting the stars. This was the most peaceful moment in his day. The moon is so round. Looking young and mature, the evening wind blew and brought a rustling sound of leaves, and the young man in the courtyard let out a breath, which was as light as a sigh.