After all the experiences, Bilian was frustrated, along the railroad track behind the village, step by step, the railway was solid and sturdy, and Bilian was thinking about life maybe like this railroad track. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info just right, when she walked forward step by step, she seemed to hear a voice in her ears, perhaps, it was absent-minded, Bilian blasphemed the content of the sound, and did not care about the direction of the sound.

Suddenly, it seemed that the tendon had stirred the inadvertent nerves, and there was a touch in my heart, and the inexplicable heartache was like a needle prick.

Apparently, the voice was getting louder and louder, and the sound seemed to be deafening, and she had to turn her head soberly. I saw a man waving his arms as hard as he could, and the gesture seemed to be to exert the power of the whole body. Screaming loudly and shouting, Bi Lian was stunned and shocked by the figure he threw his sleeves hard and tilted his whole body as hard as he could, what kind of big thing did the heavenly soldiers fall from?

Everything in front of her touched her numb heart and nerves, and the sound of her eardrums "Train!

Bilian turned around, the sound of the train humming, the sound of the wheels clattering, made her hysterical panic, frightened and overwhelmed, this time late, that time fast, a lunge sideways movement, Bilian staggered, quickly rolled down the railroad tracks.

Rolling to the ground, unable to stand up, her legs were weak, she couldn't believe her eyes, the wind of the train was rushing, like lightning, passing by her in front of her eyes, less than thirty seconds, she didn't know what the ending and ending she was facing.

Just, less than a month ago, Bilian thought that the neighbor in her backyard was angry with his wife and mother, sandwiched between the two, like a beehive bee angry at both ends, unable to think of it, sitting quietly on the railroad tracks alone, the next day, the whole village was stunned, saw a bloody corpse and a piece of white cloth, a young life evaporated in the world so quietly and lifelessly, the village people regretted, it is a pity, and what is even more tragic is that the traffic accident on the railway does not bear any responsibility, and it is self-reaping, as if it is deserved.

Bilian was frightened by the scene in front of her, and the luck of a false alarm made her unconsciously sigh, what's wrong with me, what are you doing on the railroad tracks alone?

One staggered to his feet, patted the dirt off his body, and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, he was pulled by Xiuqun, a friend and classmate neighbor.

Xiuqun is short and fat, his legs are short and thick but not straight and bent, he has a standard figure-eight part, his buttocks are drooping like two meat balls suffix inlay, his short hair is distinguished, and he looks like a short eastmelon from the back figure, and the villagers say that the eggplant that can't be opened. In order to cover up his lack of stuffing, Xiuqun deliberately wore light-colored youthful and bright clothes, painted light green eye shadow, smeared with crooked willow eyebrows, big dark eyes, looking thick eyebrows and big eyes, a little spirit, round face, thin lips, big drinking nest when laughing, pure and lovely. Xiuqun never revealed her age, and even people in the same village said that in order to find a partner to talk about her in-laws, she deliberately changed the age on her ID card to a few years lower, and people did not know her actual age.

In the eyes of others, even the age is false Xiuqun, and he is indeed sincere to Bilian, and he is like a sister.

Xiuqun invited Bi Lian to their house to play, and walked into Xiu Qun's hut, Bi Lian was stunned, it was really romantic as if she had walked into a fairy-like world, with delicate flowers on the wall, three-dimensional and different wind chimes hanging on the bed, and even the door was full of paper cranes, thousands of paper cranes, thousands of hearts, warm and exquisitely flying.

Bi Lian asked, "Xiuqun, where did you make it so good-looking, all of them are lifelike, just like the real thing?"

Xiuqun said without thinking, "Hey, it's so simple, where else did you get it, it wasn't stolen or bought, it was made by hand." ”

Bilian said with admiration, "Really?"

Xiuqun laughed and said, "Of course, can it really be fake?"

So, in the following days, Bilian ran to Xiuqun's house every day to cover flowers and fold paper cranes. A simple ribbon, a moment of effort, out of vivid and bright roses, white lotus, plum blossoms. A simple piece of paper came out with small animals of different shapes. Even a wind chime made of very hard kraft paper is exquisite.

Because there are many sisters and children, in order to save money, my mother rarely goes to the mall to buy shoes, makes shoes out of cardboard, makes shoes like a template, and then uses paste to glue together the numb that has been ready to be trimmed, and then sews together with a thick needle, the sole is stored, and then makes shoes, and sometimes, my mother also delicately embroiders a few small flowers or small animals on the upper. Bilian marveled at her mother's skillful hands and wanted to learn how to make shoes.

Once, my mother actually said, "Learn to make shoes, the more you do it, the more outdated you are, back to the primitive times, look at who wears the shoes now, in the past, the single shoes worn in the spring, the straw sandals worn in the winter, and now there is no one in the streets." ”

Bilian felt that her mother's words were quite reasonable, but out of curiosity, she still pestered her mother to teach her the skills of pressing the bottom of the box.

With yes, under the teaching of her mother's skillful hands, Bilian learned to weave cloth, learned to dye cloth, and dyed the woven cloth into colorful colors, dyed into beautiful patterns and dreams in her heart. I also learned to knit sweaters, woolen pants, shoes, and hats with a needle and thread, and wear them warmly.

Bilian teaches Xiuqun knitting pants, start first, according to the size of the waist to start the number of needles, what kind of flower shape you want, what kind of routine to weave, a needle to weave down, when it is almost to the arm, hand over the number of needles, and then decrease to the cage door, and wait for the front cage door and the back cage door to weave, and then knit two pants with a needle, a needle, thighs, knee sockets, calves, legs, the number of needles should be increased, the number of needles should be reduced, until the ankle, the needle is closed. After a day's work, a pair of warm, close-fitting needle money wool pants that are not fat or thin are perfectly created.

In the cold winter, Bilian did not feel a trace of cold, sitting in the quilt, knitting sweaters, knitting socks, and strictly knitting various styles of sweaters, and enjoying themselves. Bilian is quite accomplished in teaching Xiuqun to work with needlework, Xiuqun complacently teaches Bilian to weave wind chimes and fold paper cranes, and the two sisters are happy and happy like a bird flying around every day.

Bilian enjoyed this simple happiness, comfortable and romantic, intoxicated and intoxicated. As my father said, I don't have anything to eat or wear without you, I can't run home every day, and I don't run out of anything famous when I run around, which is like a girl's house. Perhaps in the eyes of parents, in the traditional concept, a woman's lack of talent is virtue.