It was the middle of the night when she returned to Shanghai, the attic was pitch black, Siqing stood at the door and knocked on the door for a long time, but no one came to open it, so she had to risk disturbing the people to go around to the window and shout upstairs for a while.

In the end, the landlady was successfully called out, but there was still no movement in the attic.

She panicked, took the spare key from the old lady, and hurriedly opened the door.

When I pushed the door, I saw that the utensils and bedding in the room were thrown to the ground, and the surroundings were quiet and empty.

The old lady of the landlady followed, patted her thigh, and shouted in her shocked expression: "Oh, Yun'er's girl was born prematurely and was picked up by her family, where did Miss Jiang go, why is that window open?"

Siqing glanced at the window, her legs were weak, and she hurriedly went downstairs holding on to the handrail.

The old lady shouted behind her, "Don't you bring an umbrella, it's going to rain soon?"

She heard it, but she didn't have time to turn back, Yun'er gave birth in Shanghai, and now she is still in confinement, and the family is taking care of the surroundings, she saw Siqing heard the reason, and was anxious to get out of bed, but she couldn't get off, and wanted to cry a few times, but her mother-in-law immediately warned her that she couldn't shed tears in the confinement, she didn't dare to cry, and sobbed and said: "I thought it wouldn't be long before I had a child, so I locked the young lady in the attic, I thought it would be impossible for a few days...... But how did she disappear, how did she get out?"

"Jumped out of the window. Siqing shook her head, she also wanted to ask her why she didn't hand over the person to Wang Hufang, but put herself in her shoes, Yun'er was born prematurely and she was unknown, how to have time to arrange for others, not to mention that this girl has always been cautious and careful, maybe her own sigh when she left that day made her think a lot more, so that she didn't want to go to Wang Hufang.

Since Yun'er didn't know, she had to go out to look for it, and the streets were all over the place, and time suddenly rewind back to the scene of looking for people in the year, but there were a lot of people at that time, and this time she was left alone.

The night is too deep, the lights on the Suzhou Creek have been extinguished, there are few people under the neon lights on the roadside, all you see is the cold buildings shrouded in the night, in this still strange city, she shuttles through it, if the dazed wandering spirit, helpless to move forward.

After getting along for a long time, she may have been born and matured, and after passing Fuxi Road, she suddenly walked over involuntarily.

She found Jiang Yarong next to the garbage heap last time, Jiang Yarong was not stupid, she ripped off a piece of wood from a dilapidated cabinet and held it above her head to block the rain.

When the lightning flashed, she saw Siqing in the heavy rain, seeing Siqing's wet hair hanging down on her shoulders, she walked slowly towards her, and her face was especially pale when she was watered by the rain.

She stood up suddenly, shook off the plank, pulled the sleeve of the person in front of her, and muttered, "I'm sorry, I won't run around, you can take me home." ”

The roaring thunder continued to explode in their ears, they staggered in the rainy night, Jiang Yarong fell his foot when he jumped out of the window, and walked like a thorn, the water on the ground gradually gathered into a small stream, soaking their shoes, and stepped on the air without paying attention.

After Jiang Yarong went back, he got a cold, burned groggily, and waited until ten days before he got better, Siqing took care of it without touching the ground, and the magazine extended the holiday again, Wang Hufang came to see it a few times, but it was inconvenient for him to take care of it, so he could only run errands to buy medicine, and he felt that he couldn't help much, and Deng Mu really urged Siqing to go to work this time, but he didn't say anything when he came.

Jiang Yarong was even more confused after the wind and cold recovered, the opportunity to have another operation was hard to find, Siqing never found a way, Jiang Yarong jumped out of the window a few times later, Siqing was afraid that she would be in danger again, so she could only take her to the magazine office with her, and find her a pile of waste paper during working hours, and tell her to sit next to her and tear it up.

Sometimes she can be quiet for a while, sometimes she is still noisy, she can bear it, but others can't, even Deng Mu secretly rubbed and complained: What does this look like coming to work?

She couldn't bring people to the magazine anymore, so she hired a maid to take care of her at home, and then one afternoon, she came home and found that the maid was gone, and everything of value in the house was gone, even Jiang Yarong's worn-out velvet hat was gone.

Siqing really wanted to find the maid, not to find her to get things back, but to ask her where she learned her ability to escape without a trace this time, and if she could teach her!

After the maid left, she invited another mother-in-law, but unfortunately, needle eyes began to appear on Jiang Yarong's body.

She completely broke off the idea of inviting someone, and still took care of herself, and it was a big deal to spend more time, for example, to play with her at night, and tell her to sleep honestly during the day, so that she could go to work.

Everyone in the magazine didn't understand why she had to drag such a burden, she was also thinking about why, at the beginning, she was left because of guilt, and later she was treated, because of admiration, and now the care is gone, just because along the way, there is not much left of the old people, and there is only this one around, she refuses to give up.

She is very difficult in the eyes of outsiders, in fact, it is true, but no matter how difficult it is, she still survived two or three years, and in the past three years, she has been planning to go to the Northeast to find Xiang Fu, but there is no time, Ah Yang has repeatedly made military exploits, but whether it is in the newspaper, or from the mouths of people on the front line, I have never heard a word about his father.

Maybe Xiang Fu found a village closer to Ayang to settle down, she thought, that is his son, he is not with his son, should he be on her side?

But should I give her a letter?

She took her thoughts out of the smoke, sat down in front of the bed, shook her head and said, "I can't delay it, when you get better, come with me to the Northeast, okay?"

There was Jiang Yarong lying on the bed, she had been falling down when she was walking recently, and she couldn't get up after falling again last time.

She lay on the bed, struggling to move anywhere, and the doctor came wave after wave, and the last one bluntly said: "Prepare for the future." ”

Jiang Yarong lay quietly, listening to the doctor's words, but she laughed, she seemed to understand, and she just seemed to remember something funny.

She had a good night's sleep, and when she woke up, Siqing was still sitting on the edge of the bed.

She called Siqing softly: "Don't you have to go to work today?"

Siqing sat up straight and looked at him with an incredulous look: "Aren't you confused?"

"Let's get back to the light. She laughed.

Seeing that the person in front of her lowered her eyes, she said again: "This is a relief for me, by the way, I have a sentence that I don't seem to have finished with you." ”

"Yes. ”

"When I was taken into Meng's house, I saw you for the first time, and I said, I probably know why Huai'an missed the appointment at the beginning, but I fainted before I finished the rest of the sentence. ”

"Hmm. ”

"I know you made a typo. She said it like this, this hidden pain that had tormented Siqing for several years, said it lightly.

The hands of the people listening to the bedside shook slightly.

"I already knew, but I didn't tell Huai'an, and I didn't say a word. Jiang Yarong continued, "Really, it's not that I don't want to tell him, but it's unnecessary, I encountered a lot of things later, and they all went by myself, my life is so long, and there are many causes and causes that cause the consequences later, where will the trajectory of life be completely changed just because of one thing?" She wanted to raise her hand to pull Siqing, but she couldn't use it, and she couldn't reach her with all her strength.

She finally said, "You put it down." ”

After saying this, there was no sound in the room, and the first thing to put down was not the heart of the person next to the bed, but the hand of the person on the bed.

After a long time, the old lady downstairs shouted: "Ah, people can't do it, they can't die in the house, or they will be unlucky." ”

The shouts echoed in the silent attic, and the people in the room stood alone, in the dim darkness that could not be seen as far as the eye could see.

The landlady shouted several times, but when she didn't get a response, she ran up on her feet, and watched by the door for a while, and then the shouting slowly dissipated from her mouth, and all turned into a sentence: "Mrs. Meng, you mourn." ”

She waited here for a long time, and the figure stood still, as if frozen.

After the aftermath was dealt with, Deng Mu kindly gave Siqing a holiday.

said that it was time for her to adjust her mood, but she didn't have much time to adjust, she went to the Northeast, but found nothing, she asked someone to send a message to Ayang, and the other party replied, never saw Xiang Fu.

Ah Yang said that he would pay attention to the search, and he asked someone to do it, but he forgot it in a blink of an eye.

Siqing couldn't wait for the result, so she could only go home, there were five people when she came out, and now she is left in this attic, and she has more and more precariousness. In the past three years, Meng Ting'an wrote a letter to her, saying that he was guiding Cheng'er to study in the direction of porcelain painting, and when the time came, they could save some money if they taught again.

Ting An didn't say whether Cheng'er was willing to learn or not, he was not very obedient to the previous generation, so Cheng'er as the next generation, the burden is innate, if this child is not left behind, he is probably still around his parents' knees, but, since he was rescued, his life will have to bear the hope of the family, and also accept the sustenance of the Meng family, these are the shackles of his survival.

I don't know if it's a blessing or a misfortune for him.

Siqing put away the letter paper and put it in the drawer in front of the desk, this habit may be their family's inheritance, after putting it away, she carefully locked it.

When I raised my eyes, I saw that Deng Mu had just come to the front and was about to knock on her desk with his knuckles.

When Deng Mu saw her look up, he withdrew his hand: "Hey, are you interested in writing textbooks?"

"What textbook?"

"Didn't your literary column talk about Chinese painting, as well as porcelain art, and many readers like it, saying that they hope you can write more details, and it is best to publish a complete set of textbooks separately. He asked brightly, "Is it okay, yes, yes?"

Siqing thought for a while: "My Chinese painting style is inherited from my teacher, as for porcelain art, this is the Meng family's ......."

"Then you can sign your teacher's name, one by one, porcelain art can be put first, write Chinese painting first, you agreed, write it and tell me, I'll get the number. ”

After he finished speaking, he ran away without waiting for Siqing to respond, so that the people behind him didn't even have a chance to refuse.

Siqing began to compile the textbook, and the pen and ink that became the text were the shadow of He Chushu, and between the lines, he saw the long shirt standing under the tree, looked back gently, and said to them: "I'm waiting for you." ”

She also saw herself passing by at the age of fifteen, drawing a fish on the ground with a branch, and then being caught by someone to be a strong man.

That's where the dream begins.

It takes a long time to write textbooks, and some people have only completed one book with their life's energy, Deng Mu knew that it was very slow, but he didn't expect Siqing to be slow enough, he came over more than once to ask: "It's that I didn't make it clear, one by one, you won't write both, right?"

Siqing smiled and didn't answer, Deng Mu was anxious again: "Can I still see you finish writing in my lifetime?"

"This instinctively sees. She replied.

As for the other one, whether it will be made public, she doesn't know yet.

The rest of the time, she shuttled through these words, insisting on that responsibility, and the so-called years were like water, and they passed by in a flash.

Cheng'er was eight years old when she went to France, and she was already sixteen years old.

Ting'an sent another letter, saying that such a big child is a little rebellious and not very easy to control, but fortunately, he is very interested in porcelain.

He doesn't have to ask Huai'an if he is back, if he does, he will definitely come to pick them up and take them home, and he doesn't have to ask Huai'an how he is, mentioning it more will make Siqing miss him.

However, even if he wanted to ask, Siqing couldn't answer, she hadn't found out about Huai'an for a long time, and it seemed that the information was completely blocked over there, and only important things would come here, but they were also "accidentally" transmitted.

Early in the morning, as soon as she arrived at the magazine office, Wang Hufang hurried over and said to her cautiously: "Gossip, but it's true, Burchard has died." ”

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