1999, the first month of the lunar calendar, Jianghai.
The late winter sun looked bright and beautiful, but it did not bring warmth.
On a quiet Sunday morning, there was only the monotonous sound of water from the washing machine upstairs.
She took off her presbyopia glasses and picked up an outdated magazine on the windowsill. She flipped through the pages carefully, and when she reached the back cover, she flipped through the pages again. Finally, she chose the color thread that she wanted. She pondered for a while, then took it out and continued with the work at hand.
"What did you say to Lingjing and Shasha?"
"Sister Ya Han asked me to come out. She needed help."
"Tsk!
Why did you take my original words … Forget it, you're a pervert. "
"What do you mean by pervert?"
"In every way."
"Actually, I've always been curious. Why is everyone talking about Lingjing and Shasha and not Shasha Lingjing? Not just you, I'm a pervert too. Oh, Shasha's dad is a pervert too. Dongfang Wan, Dongfang Lu … and Hsu Yi-ting. Hmm, that's weird, isn't it?"
"Are you sure you want to talk about your two wives in front of me?
Hmm? "
"Oh, sorry."
"It's okay, I'm an advanced worker anyway."
"What's up today? Are you shopping for the new year?
The New Year is over. "
"Don't change the topic, Gu Jiaming. Now I'm asking you, what do you think of what I said just now?
No, it's okay, tell me everything you can think of. "
"Why are you so quiet? If you don't answer, I'll deduct points."
"Okay, since I'm already here, it's not like I'm losing out." Sitting in the passenger seat, the passenger gently touched the driver's lower abdomen through his clothes.
"Tsk, you still dare to say …"
The old car turned the corner and drove onto the main road. After driving for a while, there was a fork in the road that ran parallel to the main road.
The buildings kept moving backward, and there were almost no pedestrians on the sidewalk. The bustle of the main road could not be heard here.
"Let's go this way instead of the main road."
"Do you know what tree this is?"
"Usually, it's a French parasol tree. Osmanthus trees are rare. What's the story?"
"I can't really tell you the story. I read it here when I was in primary school. It's the one that just passed by."
"Nantan Primary School?"
"Where else can you find a primary school?"
"So?"
"When I was walking on the road, I felt that the osmanthus flowers were very fragrant. Even the air was fragrant. When you open the window … there's still a little bit of fragrance, right?
Right now, only the leaves haven't bloomed yet. In July or August, after the rain, you can slowly walk down the street. No matter what troubles you have, your mood will easily improve. "
"The shops here are all for primary school students. After school, there will definitely be many children crowding here. There will also be parents picking up their children. When the time comes, there will be cars and people as far as the eye can see. In such an environment, it's very easy to be ambushed. Also, across the road is a residential area. It's a sniper's paradise.
Hehe, if it were me, I would have transferred to another school. "
"You're a pervert. I don't care about you. You're not allowed to follow me up later."
"Where are you taking me?"
"Don't ask so many questions if your IQ is lower than 80 points."
"Tsk tsk, you can't even learn properly. You don't have any momentum when you say it."
"Hmph, hmph, hmph … When I came here to register for first grade, you were still a baby. Hey!
What are you doing!?
Hit! "
"I want to eat grandma …"
The asphalt road that usually only allowed two cars to drive side by side was empty. The old car that had lost its owner did not fall into the tragic fate of Brownian motion. It swayed for a moment, slowed down slightly, and then continued to drive in a more stable manner. The tall osmanthus trees covered most of the sky.
.....
She carefully and cautiously removed it from the shed frame of the embroidery table. Then, she opened the copper box and took out the rough iron scissors. She removed the excess lint and thread on the surface. Her movements were as steady and meticulous as forty years ago.
A relatively simple finished product could probably be completed within a month. If she wanted a gorgeous and exquisite double-sided embroidery, she would have to buy more expensive silk base material and thread. Then, unless she had a definite demand, she would only start after receiving a deposit.
"We're here.
I'll go up alone. Wait for me here. "
"Okay."
"I'll be down soon."
"Okay."
"You don't care what I'm going to do."
"Haha, I care about whether it's dangerous or not. Go ahead."
Tock ~ tock ~
"Auntie Wang?"
She lifted the blanket covering her legs and struggled to get down from the embroidery table. For the elderly, winter in the south was more difficult than the north. Heating was not popular here.
"Old Chen?
Old Chen?
Go open the door. "
"Uncle Chen, I wish you all the best. May you be rich!
Auntie Wang, long time no see. I'm sorry for rushing work during the New Year … "
"Haha, congratulations, you're rich."
"Little Miss Zhang, Happy New Year. You don't need to change your shoes … It's okay, it's okay … Take a look, what do you think?
Look here … "
.....
"You're back."
"Hmm … Is it beautiful?
You can't touch it!
I'll find someone to frame it when I get back. "
"This is Xiang embroidery?"
"How do you know?
Her husband used to be an employee of the Sacred Heart. He moved away because of illness. His wife is from Hunan. She has been embroidering for a lifetime and is very famous.
What do you think?
Is it beautiful? "
"It's okay."
"What do you mean it's okay?
I ordered it last year. The elderly spent a year on it. "
"You've had a crush on me since last year. No wonder."
"Yeah, yeah. So what if I have a crush on you … No wonder?"
"That time when Shasha blew up your microwave on Christmas Eve, you said that you liked someone you shouldn't have. So at that time, you were already … Hehe."
Ya Han lowered her head in silence. She touched the pair of lovebirds gently. "What if they find out …"
"Hey, say something."
"I don't know."
"… I don't want anything bad to happen to Lingjing and Shasha. I'm not a bad woman …"
"You're not, okay?"
"Anyway, I've worked hard since I was young. Now you've seen everything that doesn't fit my glorious image!"
"Haha, do you want me to take responsibility for cutting off my pinky?
Actually, a C-section is better. I know what I'm doing. I won't die without hurting the internal organs. "
"Shut up!
You're talking nonsense again. Do you know how to dismember a cow … Pfft ~ Haha. Who told you to skip classes and copy homework? If you can't get into university, you can be a butcher.
Lingjing and Shasha will bring you food. As for me, I'll buy some things from time to time to help you. "
"A butcher? That's dirty and troublesome. My knife wasn't given to me by Little Ping. A surgeon is more suitable for me."
"What Little Ping?"
Based on the Chinese novel Journey to the West, Stephen Chow's comedies gradually became a popular culture and trend in Chinese universities. After 2000, it became even more obvious. Ya Han was considered a working member of society. It was normal that she didn't know about the local lacquer.
"Those with an IQ lower than 80 have no right to speak. You see, you have to omit some words to make it sound more imposing. Learn from me."
The pair of lovebirds was pulled into Ya Han's arms. They closed their eyes and leaned over, lying in a more comfortable position to catch up on their sleep. "I don't care about you … You woke up too early. Let's go to Lingjing's house for lunch later …"
"I'm not afraid of wrinkles anymore …"