Dressed as a stand-in for the female protagonist

Little Moon seems to have inexhaustible energy, running wild in the living room from morning till night.

??The flowers in the vase were not stable for a few days. Even the flowers in the vase were arched down by the little moon and rolled around.But the ruthless little moon also put on an innocent expression of "it has nothing to do with me", which made Xie Qingtang angry and funny.

?? I have to thank it for making a move before withering, and the ruined withering has never been seen since then.

?? The spring breeze sent away the piercing chill, and Little Moon's happy days of showing off his might were pressed the pause button when he was heading to the pet hospital.Uncharacteristically, Xie Qingtang delivered the cat to Chang Yishao's hands, turned her head away, and pretended not to hear Little Moon's terrified cries.

??If you want to be a healthy cat, you will have this experience after all.If you want to bear the grudge, just bear the grudge against the doctor and Chang Yishao.

??Chang Yishao gave Xie Qingtang a sideways glance. How could she not understand her thoughts? "You just get used to it." After the little moon was taken away, she complained softly.Their relationship has been "settled", but the days have not changed much.Occasionally, she could feel Xie Qingtang's full of love - but they were all directed at Little Moon, so she couldn't help secretly savoring it.

"It was you who proposed to raise Little Moon, and I am responsible for you." Xie Qingtang was confident, who doesn't like fluffy little dumplings?She looked at Chang Yishao, turned her eyes, and said close to her ear, "Mr. Chang, then you will become furry too."

??Chang Yishao: "..."

?? After neutering, the little moon was sluggish for two days, and the rest of the day was full of vitality, even trying to cross the Elizabeth circle.It didn't alienate Chang Yishao, and when Xie Qingtang didn't bother to pay attention to it, it would shake its body and keep rubbing its head against Chang Yishao's fingertips.

??The Ching Ming holiday in April is not short with weekends.

??Chang Yishao and Xie Qingtang naturally wouldn't stay in the house all the time.Lu Li, a "rich and idle man", came to Shencheng to meet his friends, but what he received was a cat, cat bags, cat food and other daily necessities for kittens.

"Chang Yishao has no conscience, so don't howl." Tang Rong was not at all surprised by this result, and patiently comforted Lu Li who was about to run away.

"It's not easy for her, take care of the kittens for a few days for her, and give them a two-person world." Tang Rong said again.But Lu Li still gritted his teeth, and finally said with a bit of grievance: "Seeing sex and forgetting friends, she was not like this before."

??Tang Rong's hands trembled, and he sighed after a while: "The past is the past. Didn't you forget your friends when you saw your beloved single-player game?"

??Chang Yishao didn't care about their complaints.

??The Qingming schedule was planned long ago—Mr. Jiang had already passed the gas, and the people there agreed with Xie Qingtang to do a live interview.Although the museum has many areas, but there are so many folk crafts, how can we cover them all?Xie Qingtang's "outing plan" this time is to go to a riverside village called Jiangmu Village in Shencheng.

??The river is so open that you can't see the edge at a glance. From time to time, gulls and herons flap their wings and fly up. Occasionally, you can see a few ferries and fishing boats coming and going.

?? "There are a lot fewer fishing boats here." Xie Qingtang looked at the big river meeting the sky, with a bit of emotion in his tone.

??The old man they are looking for is Jiang Gao, the only remaining boat builder in Jiangye Village. He started building fishing boats at the age of 14, and it has been almost 60 years now.In the past, he only focused on doing his own things. Even if he won the national honorary award and title, he couldn't bear to be interviewed by others, but this time he saw the program "Craftsmanship" and the persuasion of his old friends, so he relaxed. Mouth, agree to come to do the last interview.

??Jiangye Village seems to be stuck in the years. It is completely different from the Jianggang and high-rise buildings on the other side of the river. It is like an old man with a calm demeanor, walking at his own pace.There are dozens of households in the village. Although two or three-story brick houses have been built, there are still small, old-fashioned houses that depend on the bricks and tiles, with dark-colored tiles and white walls—but only on the walls. In addition to the mottled moss marks and the erosion marks left by the years, there are many propaganda pictures of socialist civilization.

??Pushing a cart and yelling maltose vendors through the village, interspersed with shouts like "sell pigeons, sell chickens and ducks"...Those who disappeared in the city reappeared in the village, as if they had never been taken away by the years .

??Chang Yishao followed Xie Qingtang with the equipment. They found the village according to Mr. Jiang's instructions, but it was not clear which one was Mr. Jiang Gao's home.An elderly man sat in a small shed at the entrance of the village. She pushed her glasses, pursed her lips, and continued to write on paper with a pen. The board hanging next to her had three big characters "write letters on behalf of her".Chang Yishao is a little strange, she rarely enters the village, and only reads about this "letter writing" profession in some books.

"What is Teacher Chang thinking?" Xie Qingtang noticed Chang Yishao's stop, and she turned around with a smile, her eyes glowing softly.Chang Yishao frowned, thinking about her mission, she shook her head and said, "It's nothing, I just want to ask for directions."

?? "Jiang Gao, there are boats and logs at the door, and they are there."

??The villagers treated Chang Yishao and Xie Qingtang, two young people from outside, very warmly. They pointed out the direction for them casually.

??Jiang Gao’s home is actually not far from the entrance of the village. There are countless trees piled up in front of his gate. An old boat is lying in front of him. thing.

??Jiang Gao's father and grandfather were both shipwrights, which can be regarded as an ancestral skill, but it was cut off in the generation of Jiang Gao's son. His son was not willing to learn this craft, so Jiang Gao had no choice but to I can only find other apprentices. There are many apprentices in the past 60 years, but only two of them are really left. Now they have moved to another place to build river boats-it's a pity that they can't be regarded as their main business.

??Jiang Gao's son is a simple and honest middle-aged man, but when it comes to his stubborn father, he still has a bit of dissatisfaction with building Jiangchuan.With the increasing development of society, the perfect land road network and mechanical technology have made wooden river boats a thing of the past. Fishermen no longer hold their boat poles to pull nets on the river. Frying fish on the river, of course, is no longer the way to go now.Not making money has made many shipwrights change jobs. Now, only the old man Jiang Gao is left in the whole village.

??Xie Qingtang listened to Jiang Gao's narration of the past, and the prosperity on the river slowly reappeared in his narration.

??The old man is getting older now, so he doesn't spend much time building boats anymore, but during the interview, Jiang Gao still went to the workshop and showed Xie Qingtang and the others with boat nails and bamboo strips. "A ship has a lifespan of more than 20 years, but it doesn't seem to be needed much now." The old man said with a smile, but his eyes were full of loneliness that could not be concealed.

??Compared with the folk handicrafts kept in museums, groups like them are even more unfortunate, and it seems that they can only slowly disappear in the years.

??The interview with Jiang Gao lasted for three hours, but Xie Qingtang and Chang Yishao did not leave, but lived in Jiangye Village.People in this village used to rely on fishing for a living, and the old man always had the impression of river boats in his life.Now that she's here for an interview, she wants to do better.

??In the evening, Xie Qingtang disappeared for a while. Just as Chang Yishao was about to go out to look for it, she came back with a basket of wild vegetables—mostly gifts from enthusiastic villagers.

??The simple inn in the village has a small kitchen, which gave Chang Yishao the opportunity to display his cooking skills.

?? "Carpentry, blacksmithing, weaving... There are so many lost places." Xie Qingtang narrowed her eyes, her tone of voice concealed endless emotion, she looked up at Chang Yishao, and said, "I thought I would It stopped at Minbo, but now it seems that there may not be the end."

?? "I think, I can be a 'bard', walking around and singing about everything." It may not be possible to keep those disappearing crafts, but at least, people can find that they once existed.

"This is very good." Chang Yishao's eyes rested on Xie Qingtang's face, infected by her interest.The thoughts that had been lingering in my heart reappeared because of Xie Qingtang's appearance. She was no longer that dead river, but came out of the mountain stream with the spring breeze.

"It's Teacher Chang, you need to practice more." Xie Qingtang looked at Chang Yishao. She held her chin with one hand and smiled brightly. "In the future, I will carry a camera and a guitar."

??They stayed in Jiangye Village for three days, two days for interviews, and the last day was to search for spring in the wild, living up to this brilliant spring.

?? When he was leaving, he passed by a small stall of "writing letters on behalf of others". The old man suddenly called out to Chang Yishao and handed her a letter.

??Chang Yishao was a little dazed. He opened the envelope and shook off the paper. There were only four words on it: You burn me.

??The old man's handwriting is outstanding, like a flame burning on the paper.Chang Yishao was about to ask what happened, but the old man just smiled at her and continued to do his own thing.

??Chang Yishao suddenly understood. On the evening when Xie Qingtang disappeared, she came here and asked the old man to write a letter for her.

?? These four words come from the fragments of Sappho's poems.

?? They met in a milk tea shop called "Sappho".

?? "Why didn't you—" Chang Yishao didn't finish her sentence, and Xie Qingtang understood what she meant.

?? She leaned back on the passenger seat, her whole body relaxed, her hands folded on her knees.

?? "I heard a story that evening. The old man started to write and read letters for her when she was in her 20s. She said that someone once sent her a letter, but because she was not at home and no one could read, she sent it to her. That letter was put aside at will. When she saw the letter, that incident became a lifetime regret. She didn't want others to miss it, and she left her own blessing in the pen."

?? "You—" Chang Yishao's thoughts moved slightly.

??Xie Qingtang smiled, her clear eyes glowing.

??Although the contract was established, she still wanted a long-term contract.