The words on the oil-paper umbrella seem to be made with a pen, but when you look closely, you can see the traces of its slight depression.

Shen Mange couldn't help but turn sideways slightly, using the light to make himself see more clearly.

This calligraphy is indulgent and unrestrained, and it is different from any of Lu Zi'an's previous writings.

If Lu Zi'an's grass is unrestrained and strange, and his cursive is unbridled, then the book he wrote at this time will stretch vertically and horizontally, like a rowing oar, like a boat, with a grand spirit and a lofty spirit.

The fat pen has bones, the thin pen has flesh, and now Shen Mange occasionally practices calligraphy, and he can't help but cheer in his heart.

Brother Zi'an's words have improved again!

But after admiring the handwriting, she turned her attention to the content.

The words are very small, but you can still see them when you get closer.

[There are vines and grass in the wild, and there is no dew.

There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful.

Encounters and encounters are suitable for my wishes.

There are vines and grasses in the wild, and there is no dew.

There is a beautiful person, as graceful as Qingyang.

Encounter and meet, and meet with the son. 】

Whenever the vine is written, the pen is slightly slow, as if with a touch of tenderness.

It's not obvious, but it's all the more touching because of it.

"Do you like it?" Lu Zi'an looked at her with a little nervousness.

"I like it!" Shen Mange felt a little hazy mist in front of him, blinked his eyes before raising his head and looking at him with a smile: "What, suddenly remembered to give me something?"

Lu Zi'an breathed a sigh of relief, tried his best to make his expression natural, reached out and stroked the strands of hair hanging down from her sideburns behind her ears, calmed down, and then said slowly: "Meet, meet, and ...... with Zi Zang."

As he spoke, his fingers slowly descended until he wrapped her hand in his palm, and then said softly, "Manman, you...... Would you like to?"

Listening to his words, Shen Mange couldn't help but bow his head slightly.

Her hand was completely wrapped in his palm, and the handle of the umbrella in her hand was slightly turned and rubbed in the palm of her hand, a warm and cool feeling.

The rain was pouring outside, but inside the house was full of spring.

Ten fingers interlocked, a total of white heads......

Shen Mange felt that her heart was about to jump to her throat, she wanted to laugh, but in fact, it was tears that overflowed her eyes first.

Until now, she still had a sense of emptiness in vain.

Could all this be true?

Those beautiful halos are all imagined by her, right?

Maybe the next second, pop, the lights disappeared, and she was back in that dark house.

A lot of people are laughing......

Broom Star ...... Losing money......

In this world, beauty is always lacking, and warmth is always short-lived.

The firefly lit up a short distance in front of her, but it was quickly extinguished.

Could it be that all this is just a dream, and when she wakes up, she is the only one left......

She subconsciously clenched the handle of the umbrella, her lips trembled slightly, and she wanted to make a smile, but her voice trembled like words: "You, what are you talking about......"

"I said, please spend the rest of your life with me. Lu Zi'an rested his chin on her shoulder, and looked at the eyes of the two holding hands with tenderness and pity: "Manman, I know that you are afraid, but please believe that it is not your fault." ”

He wanted to say this sentence for a long time, but he couldn't find the right opportunity.

It was inevitable that he would be a little shallow in the early days, but later he fell in love and knew each other, but he was reluctant to say it again.

Shen Mange closed her eyes, and with his strength, she stepped back slightly, leaned on his arms, and finally cried out happily.

Her eyes were gently caressed, and Lu Zi'an said slowly in her ear in a soft voice: "Your cowardice, your weakness, your inferiority, your sensitivity, your unfounded worries, your passivity and gloom, these are not your fault. I know that the pain of childhood will stay with you for a long time, but I hope that you can face yourself, forgive yourself, accept yourself, treat yourself well, and all of that is not your fault. ”

"They are patriarchal......"

"That's not your fault. ”

"Mom and Dad are dead......

"That's not your fault, either. ”

Shen Mange struggled slightly: "But you still have a long way to go, I ......"

She didn't want to be a burden......

"You'll never be a burden to me. Lu Zi'an held her hand with a slight force to stop her from leaving: "When I let go of my hand, you will usher in a new life, let's get engaged, Manman, I want to take care of you in the right name." ”

Some people seek fame, while others seek profit.

But those are just the illusions of life.

In Lu Zi's heart, the truly meaningful thing in life is to read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, and then spend the rest of your life with the people you love.

After he finished speaking, his fingers gradually moved away, and Shen Mange slowly opened his eyes.

The eyes were clear, the smoke and rain outside the house were hazy, and she seemed to see the gentle smiles of her parents in the haze.

Shen Mange lowered his head and wiped away his tears in a hurry, but he didn't grasp the hand of the umbrella handle and pulled it back, so he looked back with teary eyes: "Okay." ”

This good word is naturally a reply to his previous question.

"Silly girl. Lu Zi'an hugged her tighter and whispered softly: "Do you know why I gave you this oil-paper umbrella?"

All thoughts were stranded, Shen Mange looked at the oil-paper umbrella in his hand with a smile, and asked softly, "Why?"

In addition to being a daily item to protect from the sun and rain, the oil-paper umbrella is also an indispensable item for wedding etiquette. Lu Zi'an chuckled: "But for the wedding, you have to wait until you turn twenty years old, but I will hold everything in front of you, and before the wedding, there should be no steps." ”

He never said too sweet love words, but Manman's strong exterior was a soft heart, and he was reluctant to let her doubt his uncertain attitude.

The two talked for a while, and the rain gradually stopped.

"It's time to eat. But the old man who came over at some point leaned against the door frame and smoked a cigarette, looking at them with a smile.

His eyes paused on the oil-paper umbrella, and he knocked his pipe on the door frame: "Yan'er is in pairs, it's a good thing!"

Shen Mange lowered his eyes shyly and timidly, and the corners of his lips finally raised.

The rain came and went quickly, and when they had finished eating, the sun came out again.

Lu Zi'an took the finished semi-finished products out to dry, and the whole yard was suddenly filled with oil-paper umbrellas.

A villager passing by raised his voice and asked, "Ouch, a drying umbrella, isn't it made by Lao Kan?"

"That's it, I want to buy a grandson, ouch or this old Kan umbrella, it's easy to use!"

The old man went out to explain a few words, and everyone heard that a young man had come to the village to do it, so they were very curious and came in to see.

Lu Zi'an let them see, walked over and greeted them generously: "Hello everyone." ”

"Ouch hello hello wow, this young man looks so good, hey this Nier looks so handsome!"

Everyone was full of enthusiasm, and when they heard the old man say that they were a couple and were ready to get engaged, everyone immediately congratulated them.

After receiving a basket of blessings, Shen Mange was amused by them.

In the end, the old man said that they were going up the mountain to see Lao Kan, and everyone dispersed.

On the way to worship, Lu Zi'an's mood was unprecedentedly quiet.

He made some small paper patterns of oil-paper umbrellas and burned them one by one in front of Kan Lao's grave.

A delicate and delicate umbrella with exquisite patterns of various colors.

Stretch them out one by one and throw them into the fire.

If anyone has seen Kan Lao's codex, then they will find that these patterns were drawn by Kan Lao during his lifetime.

All the dreams he had done, not done, or just sketched out a general figure that he didn't have time to add, Lu Zi'an filled him with perfection.

A cool breeze blew, rolling up the residue and swirling into the air.

Everyone looked up and couldn't help but sigh: Today's sky is so blue......

"Come back, it's too dark to see the road in the evening. ”

Lu Zi'an responded, took the bamboo branch and moved the paper money, and waited until they were all burned out and extinguished, and only turned back when he was sure that there were no sparks.

This night I rested in the village, but when I left the next day, Shen Mange put a sum of money under his pillow.

Not much, but enough for the elderly to be able to live a little easier.

As the car gradually drove away from the rainy village, Shen Mange's mood slowly calmed down: "Where are we going next?"

"You go back to Changyan. Lu Zian was calm and calm: "I continue my trip." ”

If Lu Zi'an said such things before yesterday, Shen Mange would definitely deny it.

But at this time she was in a good mood and couldn't help but want to ask why.

Are you tired of being crooked? You dare to answer this kind of proposition casually!

"Your company has to get on the right path, Zhuo Peng can only help you get here, and you're about to start school. Lu Zi'an smiled and explained in an orderly manner: "In addition, about the things that happened to those fan support groups, you also have to come forward to help me Zhang Luo, I am not going to play in the mountains and rivers, but to find the answer in my heart, I am very happy to have you, but I may have to complete the next journey alone." ”

In fact, if you think about it carefully, Shen Mange can still understand it.

But sanity is one thing, and she can't accept it at all in her heart!

It was because what he said made sense that she was even more unhappy, and she didn't speak again for the rest of the day.

Lu Zi'an chuckled, stepped on the brakes, and reached out to stroke her hair: "Obedient, I'm already very happy that you can accompany me here." Not only happy, but also full of gratitude. ”

"I'm ......" Shen Mange was about to reply, but his hand touched the red oil-paper umbrella.

The bamboo umbrella bones with cool tentacles, neat and complicated threading, and elegant and delicate umbrella drawings all tell her affectionately that he cares about her.

If it weren't for the fact that he cared, why would Zi'an, who has always been free and easy, do this.

Her fingertips rubbed the surface of the umbrella slightly, but she couldn't say a word behind it.

After a while, she didn't look up: "Okay." ”

Just like when he proposed, she said yes, and now he wants to pursue his dream, and she only has a simple good word.