The old man who provided the blueprint for the story was surnamed Su, and he should be a hundred years old. ”

On the way to Su's house, Tang Ze sat in the nanny car and explained to Xu Chunqiu, "The old man likes to be quiet, and you may have to go in by yourself for a while." ”

Xu Chunqiu was a little absent-minded, and his thoughts didn't know where to go.

She stayed up all night last night and read this book several times. She was almost certain who the original author of the story was, and no one else knew it so carefully except Su Chaodui.

"Xu Chunqiu?" Tang Ze stretched out his hand and gestured twice in front of her eyes.

She pulled back her thoughts, took a deep breath and agreed, "Okay." ”

The nanny car was parked in front of a small courtyard, her residence was not luxurious, and the location was quite remote.

It's a small elegant villa with a small size, with a flower garden and a small pond in the yard, and the décor has a bit of an old-time taste.

Su Chaowan lives alone in a house on the outskirts of Beijing, and her children sometimes come to stay with her for a while, but they are not related to her by blood, and they are all adopted.

She doesn't seem to have much to worry about in this world, and the tide of the times has left her far behind. Watering the flowers, feeding the fish, and listening to the opera on old TV are the daily life of this centenarian.

This kind of life went on until she faintly heard a name on TV, Xu Chunqiu.

......

"It's here. ”

Xiaobai pulled down the handbrake, turned his head and said.

Xu Chunqiu nodded, pushed the car door and walked straight to the door. She took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

The answer was an unexpected person.

"Miss Sue?"

Xu Chunqiu said in surprise.

Susan's clothes were not as elaborate as the last time they met, but they were still very expensive, she raised her eyebrows, and obviously recognized her: "What is the reason why Teacher Xu is expensive?"

The old man in the room heard the sound outside, and the old man's voice dragged on in a long voice without hurrying: "Shanshan, are the guests here?"

"Immediately, Grandma," she replied in a loud voice, "I'll bring her in." ”

She then turned her head and said in some surprise, "You're the one my grandma was waiting for?"

Xu Chunqiu nodded silently.

"Then please come in with me. ”

Susan took Xu Chunqiu into the house, knocked on the door three or two times, and only after receiving a positive response did she push the door open.

Decades passed, and Xu Chunqiu finally saw her again.

On the rocking chair was an old man with a full head of white hair, her face was crawling with wrinkles, and there were fine age spots, which were the marks left on her body by the years. She wore the kind of silk gown that the elderly most often wore, and her back was already rickety, but it always made people feel as if there was an indescribable spirit.

Her left hand rested on the arm of the rocking chair, and Xu Chunqiu noticed that she had broken a tail finger.

Xu Chunqiu is still the same as before, slender and beautiful, with black hair like a waterfall, and begonias dyed autumn rain-like eyes looking at her fiercely.

Su Chaodui took a deep breath, waved her hand tremblingly, and said to Susan, "I have something to say to her, you go out first." ”

Susan nodded obediently, closed the door and went out, leaving time for the two men in the room who were staring at each other.

Almost the moment the door closed, Su Chaodui struggled to get up from the rocking chair, and she called Xu Chunqiu: "...... Masters. ”

Two fluttering words, but it seems to take all her strength.

Unconsciously, a string of tears oozed from the corners of her eyes, falling down the folds of her face.

Her senior sister gave a very shallow smile, and she called her, "Susu." ”

Su Chaodui was not actually called Su Chaohui from the beginning, she was like most children in the theater garden, her family was poor and she couldn't remember her life experience.

But she was even more miserable.

When I first met Su Chaodui, Xu Chunqiu was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and at that time she had just sung out to call her name, and occasionally took the whole team out to sing in the hall.

It was getting late after the meeting, and they had to hurry back to the garden.

It was still snowing that night, the ground was a little slippery, and in the silence of the night, there was a little rustling in the corners and alleys.

"What was the sound just now," Xu Chunqiu stopped vigilantly, "Did you hear that?"

"It's a wildcat," said the head of the class carelessly, "don't worry about the sound, it's going to get dark in a moment, and the road is harder." ”

Xu Chunqiu stubbornly refused to continue: "It seems to be ...... It's a person. ”

She slowly approached a dark figure at the base of the wall.

A thin layer of snowflakes had fallen on the ground, and she was a little dirty by being trampled on, and she looked at it by the faint light, and it was indeed a person.

She was dressed very thinly, her face was covered with dirt, and she was holding a half-bitten steamed bun tightly in her hand, which looked as if it had deteriorated, but she was still holding on to it like a baby, and she was reluctant to eat it. She heard a sound, and shrunk into a trembling ball like a startled bird, and a pair of confused eyes.

How many days Xu Chunqiu has been in the pear orchard, she has seen all kinds of people, but at this moment, she looked at this child who was shrinking on the corner of the street, and a certain place in her heart was still poked.

She remembered herself, who had also been abandoned by her biological parents.

The head of the class followed Xu Chunqiu's footsteps, looked down at the child's face, rolled his eyes and said, "This is a theater garden, not a shelter, you don't want any cats and dogs to pick me up." ”

"What if she's really a singing material?" Xu Chunqiu said, taking out a handkerchief and wiping it on the child's face without disgust.

The dirt on her face was wiped clean, and she looked like a pretty little girl, although she was a little thin from long-term malnutrition, but her big black grape-like eyes seemed to be able to speak.

The head of the class squatted down, reached out and pinched her chin, examined her teeth as if he had picked a thin snail in Huamanlou before, and then touched her bones, silently weighing in his heart.

"The appearance is okay, and the bones are okay......"

His gaze slowly moved down, and his gaze fell on the little girl's hand.

She silently retracted her fingers as if she were empty, and carefully hid them behind her back, not daring to show them to others.

The class leader flicked his sleeves and stood up, and couldn't help but say, "No, this kid can't do it." ”

"Why?"

"See for yourself," the head of the class forcefully pulled the child's arms from behind to the front and lifted her sleeves.

The little soft hand was a little dirty, and the left hand had six fingers.