In the early spring in the south of the Yangtze River, everything is harmonious and recovering, and a faint layer of goose yellow is flashed on the branches, and the air is full of leisurely sweetness. The flow of the river is clear. I parked my car at the mouth of the alley, and it was drizzling outside, and I walked back to my door with my umbrella in hand.

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is thin, and I suddenly understood the meaning of the ancient poem "The boundless rain is as thin as sorrow". Now I have a unique feeling for the word silk, rain silk, love silk, these words containing silk, sound a little sad and lingering. Oh, even the word lingering, it's all next to the silk word.

Holding an umbrella, walking alone in the long alley, walking on the familiar bluestone slabs, I used to take these scenery for granted, but now I am a little more embarrassed, the unique memory of the Republic of China, let me see the arrogance of Wenrun Jiangnan, and I also feel that I have a little more responsibility on my shoulders. With Jing's hard work, no matter what, I will help him persevere to the end, to the day when I really can't hold on.

I called before I came back and found out that my grandmother lived in my family's old house. And his parents live in his younger brother Qingyi's house. Every day, my mother and Xiao Zhen would come over to bring food to my grandmother and take care of it. Pushing open the door of the old house, the wooden furniture has a faint smell in the tide room, and my grandmother is closing her eyes on the chaise longue. Seeing me come back, my grandmother showed a smile: "Qingyang is back?"

I nodded, my grandmother's face was a little older than the last time I saw her. But he is still calm and calm. In front of my eyes, I couldn't help but flash more than 70 years ago, the little girl named Du Juan, envious of the calmness on Du Heng's face, now does she know that she has also practiced such a style?

"This kid, what's the matter? Grandma pointed to the chair next to her, "Sit down and let grandma take a look." I sat down obediently, and my grandmother took my hand, looked at it carefully, shook her head and sighed: "I'm thin again." "I looked down at my slightly bulging lower abdomen, a little surprised: "You-"

My face turned a little crimson: "Respectful child." ”

Grandma let out an "oh" and asked with a smile, "You and Yijing, shouldn't you get married too?"

My heart sank slowly, I should marry him, but at this moment, he was lying there at my call, and he could not get up again to marry me. I didn't want my grandmother to worry, so I tried my best to hide my heartache and held back a smile: "It's almost there." Saying that, I changed the subject and said, "Grandma, how are you doing?"

Grandma smiled faintly and shook her head: "It's old." I've been dreaming a lot lately, and the things I dreamed about when I was a child were real, and when I woke up, I suddenly couldn't tell whether it was a dream now or a dream in a dream. It's also the age of age. ”

I hurriedly said, "Grandma, how many centenarians are there now, how old are you, you are called old, old." ”

My grandmother patted my hand and smiled, "Silly boy." Everyone has that day. Grandma has experienced everything she should have experienced in her life, and now that she sees that you are all doing well, she has no regrets. ”

My heart was sour, and I put my arm around my grandmother's shoulder and said, "Don't say that." I want you to live a long life and stay with me all the time. As he spoke, he couldn't help asking, "Grandma, can you continue to tell me about your childhood, but you only told me a little bit last time on the phone." ”

Despite the past, I have been in hypnosis and in the dreams after the fire, all of which have been clearly reproduced one by one. But I still want to listen to my grandmother talk about it in detail, and compare it with my fantasy.

On that rainy day, there was boundless silk rain outside the house, and inside the house was Grandma's Wu Nong's soft words, telling about the clouds and smoke of the past. My heart was torn apart again, and I tried to hold back the tears that came out of my eyes, but my hands and feet were already cold. All my memories are the most real of the past.

After my grandmother finished speaking, she seemed to use a lot of strength, looked at the rain curtain outside the window, and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, I asked softly, "Grandma, is Du Heng's rose brocade dress still there?" ”

Grandma shook her head: "Qingyang, I told you last time that during the Cultural Revolution, it had to be burned. It was the rose brocade dress that burned. Grandma frowned a little painfully and said: "There is really no way, Du Heng handed me two things before leaving, and the bracelet can still be hidden in a flower pot, but where is the brocade hidden? At that time, the rebels came to the house every day to search, I really had no choice, in order to save my life, I had to burn it into Yuejin." I know that the brocade is their life's work, and I know that they have given their lives for this brocade, but I can't-"

It turned out to really burn. And grandma only has a rose brocade dress in her hand, and the rose brocade is Zhao Shinan's "Mrs. Exclusive" for Du Heng, naturally there is no factory standard, no wonder grandma will not remember Cheng Yuejin's factory logo.

Looking at my grandmother's desolate expression, I grabbed my grandmother's hand tightly: "That's not it, they gave their lives for integrity." Not for Nishiki. If it weren't for the Japanese, they would also choose to stay with people instead of leaving Nishiki. "Didn't Zhao Shinan make a choice in the face of the coercion of the Nationalist Government? It's just that Bai Qing's appearance made him not have time to do so. I looked at my grandmother and said in a deep voice, "Grandma, as long as there are people, there will be hope." ”

"And what are you going to do now?" my grandmother asked, looking at me, "Are you having trouble again?" I was stunned. Years of life experience have given my grandmother insight into people's hearts and reached the realm of transcendence. Maybe as soon as I walked in the door today and asked Cheng Yuejin, my grandmother had already felt something.

I bit my lip: "Yijing's company has encountered some difficulties, and it needs to really become Yuejin." The company also has a bit of a problem with funds now, so the application for the Chengyuejin landmark is even more important. "If it was before, it didn't matter if the landmark didn't work. But now, if the landmark is successful, it may be able to apply for a state-related project to get a little life-saving funding. The application of landmarks becomes even more important.

Grandma was silent, and only said lightly for a while: "I really can't help the Zhao family's affairs." ”

For some reason, when my grandmother talked about the Zhao family, I could always feel a faint alienation. And I have a lot of questions on my mind. I couldn't help asking, "Grandma, why don't you want to admit that you are from the Du family?"

Grandma sighed, shook her head and smiled: "Qingyang, it's not that I don't want to admit it. At the beginning, in order to study official education, I changed my surname with my uncle Qiao Yuan. Everyone thought I was my uncle's daughter. My uncle didn't have anyone very close to him, so after graduating from government school, I didn't continue my studies at university, so I stayed with my uncle as his confidential secretary and also held a salary from the national government. But after the Japanese surrendered in 1945, the three-year civil war began, and my uncle was a soldier of the Nationalist Government and had a lot of confrontations with **. Grandma looked at me with a helpless struggle in her eyes.

Grandma continued to slowly recount the past: "After the end of the civil war, ** evacuated to Taiwan, the situation was urgent, and my uncle could only take me to escape, but at my home, my mother had passed away at this time, my father was in poor health and needed to be taken care of. But not long after the liberation, my father also went. ”

"Later, during the Cultural Revolution, I was the daughter of Qiao Yuan, a key member of the Kuomintang, and I also worked as a confidential secretary in the Kuomintang government. I'm the one who's going to be criticized for being locked up in the bullshed. How dare I admit that I am from the Du family? Even so, there are still people who have investigated the relationship between me and the Du family, but they are suffering from the lack of conclusive evidence. Du Ruo also suffered a lot of sins because of his close relationship with me. In those days, don't talk about it. It's not easy to survive. ”

When my grandmother said this, her expression was a little gloomy, and she seemed to touch on many past events that she didn't want to touch. It took a long time to finish these things, "Later, I simply stopped talking about my relationship with the Du family." The world is ever-changing, since you have become Qiao Yuan's daughter, let's continue to do it, no one knows when, the sky will change again. ”

My grandmother, who has experienced too many things in the past, is still apprehensive about the current situation, so she is cautious. I can understand this, but I still have doubts: "Grandma, why didn't you have a relationship with the Zhao family later? Are you worried about affecting the Zhao family?"

Grandma stared for a long time, and smiled faintly: "The people of the Zhao family are very smart. Soon after Zhao Siheng's liberation, he married a high-ranking woman with excellent family composition. His ideological consciousness is very unusual. Grandma wanted to say something, but stopped. After a while, he looked at me and said, "Qingyang, if the rain stops tomorrow, take my grandmother to see my aunt." My grandmother is old, year after year, and I don't know how many times I can go to see it. I nodded in agreement.

Early the next morning, I bought a bunch of chrysanthemums, drove to pick up my grandmother, and then drove to Yangzhou. It is only a little more than two hours' drive from Yangzhou to the highway. At ten o'clock in the morning, I entered Yangzhou City. My heart was beating inexplicably. This is my first time in Yangzhou, but the familiarity of déjà vu is thrilling.

As if something was pulling me, I didn't need to be guided by navigation, and I successfully found the ancestral tomb of the Zhao family on the outskirts of the city. My grandmother looked at me in amazement: "Have you been here?"

I didn't dare to say anything in my past life and present life for fear of scaring my elderly grandmother, so I covered it up: "I know, I'--------ve been here, I've been here," and helped my grandmother out of the car. My grandmother didn't enter the ancestral tomb of the Zhao family, but she walked around the west and walked south, and I couldn't help asking, "Why don't you go in." ”

Grandma didn't stop and continued to walk forward slowly: "No need to go in. During the Cultural Revolution, the Zhao family repaired the wall of the cemetery and enclosed the aunt's grave outside. ”

My heart slammed to the bottom, no wonder my grandmother was alienated from the Zhao family. Zhao Siheng is really smart, during the Cultural Revolution, in order to get rid of himself and the Du family, who had a close relationship with important members of the Kuomintang, he actually built a wall and put Zhao Shinan and Du Heng inside and outside the wall.