When he opened the bookcase, "Brother Xian" saw the document bag containing Mr. Li's calligraphy that he had collected that night. Suddenly I felt that it was time to call Mr. Li back, greetings, I haven't seen him for more than a year. Pick up the phone, dial the phone, and the phone goes through after ringing for three lives. "Brother Xian" couldn't wait to say: Hey-Mr. Li-how are you doing?

Oh--Guixian, it's been a long time, how is the recovery? From the sound of the voice, Mr. Li is still his hearty, clean, and translucent voice, and a familiar picture will appear in his mind: a white-haired elder, holding a brush, standing in front of the desk, scolding Fang Xuan, splashing ink-

"Brother Xian" smiled and hurriedly replied: "It's good, Mr. Li, I'm worrying about you!"

It's okay - listen to your state, Phoenix Nirvana, reborn from the ashes!" Mr. Li said with a slight joke.

Heh-heh-what a phoenix, the green onions are bathing in the fire, and I'm going to make the main dish!" "Brother Xian" also half-jokingly said with a smile.

Mr. Li said: How to arrange it next - I am basically in the studio, take the time to chat!

"Brother Xian" said in a hurry: "Yet—yet—think about it, I'll go to—look for you recently!"

After greeting each other, hang up the phone. The care and greetings of the elders made "Brother Xian" feel a little ignorant in a trance, thinking of Liu Jianjian-

In the year when Yang Caixia went to the barber shop as an apprentice, because the upper reaches of the Fanqing River were to build a reservoir, Liu Jianshe moved in accordance with the unified requirements and unified deployment, and a total of 6 households moved to the village.

Liu Jianshe is a veteran, after changing jobs, he worked as a salesperson in the bookstore of the town's cultural station, and he is also white, diligent, warm and polite, loves to joke, and greets people when he meets them. He himself knows a little carpentry work, and his home and yard are tidy, neat, clean, simple and generous. In the sunny part of the yard, I built a small garden and a small vegetable garden with the remaining bricks from the house.

Liu Jianshe dressed neatly and neatly every morning, riding a new bicycle to carry his five-year-old daughter to work, but he had never seen his daughter-in-law. The people in the village secretly asked the little girl: "Mother-why don't you see your mother?"

The little girl will happily say: Mommy-Mommy-Go-Go-Give Me-Sell-Flower Dress!

Everyone asked again: Why haven't you sold it back yet?

The little girl stared at her glasses wide, her eyes rolled, and she didn't know how to answer for a long time, so she went to play by herself.

The little girl's name is Liu Chunyan, since Liu Jianshe put a new face on Yang Caixia, basically every afternoon after returning from work with Liu Jianjian, she loves to hide in Yang Caixia's barber shop to watch the sparks flying in other people's blacksmith shops. This is also Liu Jianjian's intention, afraid that Yang Caixia will be lonely, so he asked Liu Chunyan to accompany her. In addition to the intimacy and tacit understanding between them, who are also from other villages, Yang Caixia gradually accepted such a companionship, and became more and more attached to Liu Chunyan, and she was still a little unaccustomed to it when she was away.

It happened that the blacksmith shop was opposite Yang Caixia's barber shop, and when the blacksmith pulled the fiery iron plate out of the fire, Liu Chunyan hurriedly ran to the barber shop and shouted at Yang Caixia who was getting a haircut: Aunt Xia - Aunt Xia - It's over - New Year - let go of flowers. Aunt Xia looked at it, it was indeed a bit like fireworks set off during the New Year, so she was busy with the work in her hands, and said: Okay-Yanyan-you slow down! The little girl hid behind Yang Caixia, stretched out her head to look at the flying sparks, fiery red, jumping in mid-air, reflecting half of the sky, reflecting the eyes of the little girl, Yang Caixia also looked from the mirror, with a smile on her face.

When Yang Caixia was playing with Liu Chunyan, she also deliberately asked her: What about Mom, why is Mom not at home, is Mom good-looking? Liu Chunyan looked at Yang Caixia, blinked her eyes, didn't know how to answer, and said aggrievedly: Mom - I haven't come back yet - I haven't seen Mom yet!

After Liu Jianshe came back from work, he changed into work clothes, and in the yard, he was either doing carpentry work with sawdust flying, tending to the flowers and plants in the small garden, or turning the soil and fertilizing the small vegetable garden. After finishing the work on hand and cooking well, I went to find Yanyan. At this time, Yang Caixia, who had just finished her work, sat on the bench in front of the barber shop with Yanyan, and the two were either sitting and playing games, or walking hand in hand at the door. Seeing such a scene, sometimes Liu Jianshe felt like a family in a trance.

Liu Jianshe shouted every time he went afar: Aunt Xia - Aunt Xia - hurry up and rest - don't dare to tire you!

Yang Caixia didn't say anything, glanced at him, waited for Liu Jianshe to get closer, and said to Yanyan: Dad is here, go - go back quickly!

Liu Jianshe was embarrassed, and said helplessly: Aunt Xia, Yanyan ran away with you again, and caused you trouble again, and I have to let you take care of Yanyan every day!

Yang Caixia said to Yanyan: Yanyan, it's okay, will you come to Aunt Xia tomorrow to see the "flowers"?

Yan Yan took Liu Jianjian's hand and said happily: Come, Aunt Xia!

Liu Jianshe pulled Yan Yanchao back, walked out a few steps and turned around, and said to Yang Caixia: Either - or don't go to eat at home, anyway, you are also alone, it is not easy for you to cook a meal, my meal is ready!

Yang Caixia smiled slightly and said: Forget it, it's inconvenient! After speaking, she still resolutely went back to the barber shop with a smile. Liu Jianshe didn't force it anymore, and pulled Yanyan towards home.

Yang Caixia looked back at the father and daughter from the window, as if she had met in a dream, a brand new 28 beam bicycle, a child sitting in front, she sat on the back shelf, the warm sun sprinkled on the road ahead, laughter all the way, but the man who rode the bike, he never remembered, nor did he see his appearance clearly, only hearty laughter and warm back- Such a scene feels warm, as if you are bathing in the sunset on the embankment, quiet, serene, harmonious, soft, on the river surface, sparkling ripples, with the direction of the east layer by layer. The faint setting sun slowly put away the brilliant glow, quietly waiting for the quiet night to come.

A faint light shot out from the small courtyard of the farmhouse, and suddenly there was a sporadic barking of dogs, or the hurried footsteps of returnees, which sounded softly in the ears, setting off a wave of the whole night. The flower cat wandering on the courtyard wall fell from a high place, combed its messy hair, calmly and calmly, and continued to move forward along its own established route.

Every time Yang Caixia's parents came to the market, they would bring mountain goods, and repeatedly went to the village chief to ask the village chief to take care of Yang Caixia, begging that it would be best to find someone in the village. But since the failure of the previous town mayor's matchmaker, the village chief with a cigarette holder leaned against the wall, sighed, shook his head, and really didn't dare to give any promises, only said: It's no problem to take care of it, Caixia has a problem here, I will solve it as soon as possible, but I don't dare to accept the matter of finding my mother-in-law's family, let's see.

The village is like this, the gossip of the villagers will destroy a person, "the mouth of the people will be gold, and the bones will be destroyed". In fact, Yang Caixia's matter was a topic of conversation among the villagers after dinner for a while, and then slowly the villagers talked about it less, but they all felt that she was pitiful, and even some people admired this mountain girl very much, who had such courage and dared to bear all this alone, just like a slender man, carrying a heavy load.