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[Please select the time, 50 years, 100 years, 200 years, 500 years...]

"50."

When the soul breaks away from the shackles of the body and slowly rises, there is a feeling of being ignited, as if the curling green smoke is chasing the height of the sky.

Looking down from the top, the clouds cover many places, as if they deliberately hide some secrets that they don't want to be known to outsiders, but they are vague, deliberately revealing something that attracts people's imagination.

"Did you see the porcelain vase that Master restored last?"

"The crane bottle?"

The little apprentice's eyes flickered, and he said softly, "I haven't seen it before, where is the master?"

"It's strange, why is it gone?"

"Senior brother, I'm leaving tomorrow. If you set up a door here, I'll go elsewhere. It's not easy to grab food together."

This is really empathetic. Another limiting factor of the lack of restorers is that there are very few customers who have objects to repair. Not all people will take damaged things to repair.

"It doesn't have to be like this. Master said that we should watch and help each other. Whatever happened before, we will continue to do so in the future." The eldest disciple is very like a senior brother, and he is not going to drive him away.

"Brother, how do you say such naive words? We used to earn a lot, which was supported by Master's reputation. We know how much our craftsmanship is different from Master's. We know it well, and outsiders will not know it. The restoration of the world is not a master. It’s only our family, there must be many people who come here because of the name, but if we don’t know how to adapt, I’m afraid we won’t be able to stay in Chengdu, so we might as well separate and go our separate ways, and there will be another way to survive.”

The words are sensible, and he is a flexible mind, Ji Mo nodded secretly when he heard it, this is after his death.

"This..." The big apprentice is really simple and honest. Seeing that the junior brother insisted, he didn't say anything. He just gave him a lot of his own money. That's it. The younger brother stayed out of the room, this is also his home, he can come back anytime.

The two brothers and sisters separated.

Ji Mo looked at it in the courtyard and sighed softly in his heart, there is no banquet in the world that never ends, so it's better to get together and leave like this.

His room was left vacant, which was regarded as a sign of respect. It was not the main room at first, and it didn't affect anything if it was empty. Later, it gradually became a warehouse, storing some things that were not used for a long time.

Fifty years have passed in a blink of an eye. Ji Mo is still in that room, but he is no longer in that room. The room has been rearranged and adjusted. It feels like the outer walls have been changed. It was completely different before, like a different room.The pink curtains, the exquisite dressing box, it looks like a woman's residence, and even the screen has a delicate fragrance.

The beautiful woman who walked in with lotus steps had a sad expression on her face. She had a very young face, but she was wearing a woman's bun. Following her into the room was a little girl in her teens with braids.

I used to watch costume dramas and always misunderstood the ancient times. In fact, people in ancient times didn’t cut their hair, especially the little maids. Some of those who were sold as maids were wealthy, lacked nutrition, and their hair didn’t look good. There are even lice and the like that are disgusting, and they must be washed after entering the door. Even so, it is common for more sophisticated people to cover their hair with a medical towel after cutting it.

In this way, the hair they grow back is not so long, and it is usually braided, with colored ropes tied at the end of the hair, and a few small flowers inserted in the braids.Small flowers can be silk flowers, velvet flowers, cloth, or even picked flowers, just a little decoration. It is very rich to have a silver-coated copper hairpin, and mahogany hairpins are commonly used.

On the head of this little girl is a mahogany hairpin with a flower made of cloth, the cloth is pink, and the flower is drooping like a lily of the valley, next to the mahogany hairpin.

Since the two of them came in, the little woman sat in front of the bronze mirror, staring in a daze at the mirror, the little maid followed, and said cleverly: "Auntie, don't worry, I think the master must be busy with the things ahead, so he can't come here." Yes, I heard that someone sent a big item for the old man to sell, it is not easy, the old man..."

It was originally intended to comfort people, but the topic went off track. The following is a long list of "the old man blows", talking about how the old man repaired things, and so on. Those words may make the person concerned feel blush.

Ji Mo backed away for a while since they came in. He really didn't expect that this room would become a woman's residence, and a concubine lived there, which made him a little embarrassed, but he didn't want to retreat too far, so he just stood near the door , from this angle, you can only see the back of the little girl's head, and on her not-too-dark hair, only the mahogany hairpin and cloth flowers can be seen.

The carving work of the mahogany hairpin is rough, but due to long-term use, it has a patina and a lustrous luster, and it looks a little extraordinary, only set off by the drooping cloth flowers, it seems a little gray A sense of despondency.

It didn't match the lively tone of the little maid again.

"Why don't I know what you said? It's just..."

The little woman seemed to have a lot of melancholy, sitting in front of the mirror, looking at a face in the mirror again and again, thanks to the dim feeling of the bronze mirror, she could still see it for so long, like It's like looking at every pore carefully.

The words of boudoir resentment, if there are similarities.

Ji Mo didn't listen carefully, but he was thinking in his heart, 50 years, counting the age, the old man mentioned by the little maid is the eldest apprentice, so the old man is his son?Is this little woman the concubine of the eldest disciple's son?

After calculating such a series of relationships, it still feels a bit complicated.

I am used to the simple interpersonal relationship, but I forgot that the two apprentices are going to marry wives and have children when they grow up. After all, this house is not enough to reproduce, so the space originally reserved for myself has been changed. The usage is also normal.

Suppress the hypocritical discomfort in my heart, tell me about you, you are gone, why do you care about the room you used to live in?

This may be the feeling that many children who start a family and start a business turn around and find that their own room is occupied by others.

I may not use it, but don't give it to anyone else either.

Maybe that's the case, the ones that are unique, the ones that I don't use, even my parents can't use them, it's a bit overbearing.

Ji Mo heard from his mother that he was such a domineering child when he was a child. When a dish was served and he said he wanted to eat the meat in it, his parents were not allowed to eat the meat in it. It would be better in the future.Even so, the sharing is limited, and it can be regarded as including the parents into the shareable category. Others, such as cousins, cousins, cousins, etc., come to his house, and they can't even enter his room, let alone touch it. The contents are gone.

Because the rules were so domineeringly set when they were children, the adults laughed it off, and even if the children remembered it, they would abide by it when they grew up, but after all, it was impossible to maintain the feeling of siblings and family like the adults.

Some regrets, but not too much. After all, the things that were said in the news that he was damaged by a bear and could not be compensated were destined to never happen to him.

The memories of these trivial things are like sand, scattered on the river bank one by one, and they will be remembered only when they are touched, and then they find that they are so long ago that they are so small, but they are so small, when you hold them You can also feel the warmth, which penetrates into people's hearts and reawakens the nostalgia for home.

I must go back.

The impulse that emerged in my heart seemed a little inexplicable, but it made people want to burst into tears. I wiped the corners of my eyes subconsciously, it was dry, there were no tears, and I was no longer the age to shed tears casually.

The smile on his lips seemed to have a bitter taste, and the helplessness in his eyes turned into a deep pool deep in his pupils, as quiet as ice.

The two masters and servants in front of me were still talking about those topics. After all, it was because she was young, and the little woman’s boudoir grievances were not deep, and she was quickly attracted by the bright jewelry. With a smile, he happily talked about what jewelry to match with this suit, and what hair accessories to match with that suit, tossing back and forth.

The room is not big, even if there is a screen that can be used as a cover when changing clothes, Ji Mo can't stare straight at it, so he simply turns around and looks at the scenery outside the window.

The door is closed, and there is a window next to the door open, and you can see the scenery in the courtyard. Vegetables were planted there before. It seems that the hardships of childhood are always remembered in my heart. Ji Mo and Mo Bingzhong made their home in this courtyard After that, all the places where vegetables can be grown are planted with vegetables, not to mention that they are convenient to eat, but once you get used to them, as long as you see the green ones, you will have some appetite and think of delicious dishes.

Now, some flowers and the like have been planted in the yard, and there are still a few remaining vegetable seedlings and a melon vine there. The small melons are green and not fully grown, and I can’t see what they are like. When the melon came, I couldn't think of the taste for a while.

In the evening, the master who had been talked about for a long time came, and Ji Mo avoided it again. The master also looked like a middle-aged man, with a beard, and he didn't look like a big apprentice, maybe he looked like his mother.

I don't know how many wives and concubines the eldest apprentice married, and how many children he had. Maybe it is also a prosperous population. During the day, I heard people coming and going in the courtyard, and there seemed to be many people.

The tenderness and sweetness of this world didn't last long, and soon I heard that the old man was beaten by the old man, and the little woman complained that the old man was too strict, and there was no reason for a son who had grandchildren to beat him at will. Does the son lose face in front of the grandson?

The little maid is an old lady, and she doesn't agree with the little lady on this point. One day, when the little lady was away, she talked to others: "For a character like the old lady, it would be embarrassing to have such a son..."

There is nothing wrong with routinely bragging about the old man, even the repairer's skill is better than that of his senior brother. The old man who has inherited the master's mantle has done so much in his life, and he has made friends with such big men as everyone. There is a son, but he didn't inherit his craft, and he only knows how to welcome concubines at home, which is really looked down upon.

Wait, is there something wrong, why is there a "senior brother"?