He Yusheng and Zhongli got off the boat, Zhongli proposed to take the bus back, He Yusheng nodded and agreed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's also good to walk with her, since they met, it's not easy for them to get along with each other like this.

He Yusheng pulled her and let her walk inside and walk outside.

When passing a corner intersection, Zhongli saw a person setting up a stall not far away, she vaguely saw that the person did not have a left arm, so she walked towards the person quickly, and He Yusheng followed her.

When she walked up to the man, she found that he was a man of about fifty years old, who not only had no left arm, but also had only two fingers on his right hand.

He Yusheng walked to her side and didn't say anything, just looked at her, Zhongli glanced at him and didn't speak, even so, He Yusheng still knew her purpose.

After he finished doing it for the person next to him, Zhongli spoke: "Boss, I want one too." ”

The uncle looked up at her and said in a kind tone, "What kind of girl does you want?"

Zhongli pointed to the folding fan, "I want this." ”

The uncle picked up the folding fan with two fingers, opened it with his teeth, picked up the brush, and asked, "Does the girl want to draw or inscribe?" ”

Zhongli thought for a while that it might be more difficult to draw, and the words might be simple, "Just the inscription, a poem will do." ”

"Is it okay to have any poem?"

"Hmm. ”

The uncle got Zhongli's answer, smiled slightly, and glanced at He Yusheng next to Zhongli, dipped in ink, and began to write on the folding fan, from left to right, stroke by stroke.

In less than a minute, the uncle took the folding fan to Zhongli, and He Yusheng came over and asked, "How much?"

"Thirty. ”

He Yusheng took out his wallet, rummaged through it, and if he had no change, he took out a hundred and handed it to him.

The uncle was looking for change for him, but was stopped by He Yusheng, "Don't look for it, even if I admire a little bit of art." ”

The uncle insisted on giving it to him, and he had no choice but to take it for the rest of his life.

Zhongli looked up with a folding fan and asked him, "Boss, how many years have you been working here?"

The uncle thought for a while, "It's been about twenty years!"

Zhongli smiled, "No wonder your official writing is so good." ”

"I'm a disabled person, and I don't have much to do, so I can only write and draw here. ”

"How did you hurt your arm?" Zhongli asked curiously, but there was no disrespect for him.

The uncle smiled, didn't mind, and replied to her very kindly, "I was accidentally electrocuted when I was a child." You see it's getting dark, I'm going to close the stall, so go home too!"

"Hmm. ”

Zhongli glanced at He Yusheng, "Okay, goodbye, boss." ”

After saying that, the two of them walked to the bus stop.

The two got on the bus back. Zhongli opened the folding fan to see it, and it was written in standard official script: Holding the hand of the son, co-authoring with the son. Hold the hand of the son and sleep with the son. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. Holding the hand of the son, what more can the husband ask for?

Zhongli looked at this sonorous and powerful word, this calligraphy has been practiced for more than twenty years.

Zhongli smiled in her heart, she believed that good people would always be rewarded. She may never meet him again in her life, but she will always protect this folding fan, and she will always remember that there is someone who once blessed her.

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

They went back to the hotel, had dinner, and walked into the bathroom.

Zhongli lay on the couch and thought about this week. She and He Yusheng have traveled to many places, taken many photos, and bought some local souvenirs.

She casually picked up the box on the coffee table, and inside was a necklace, made of natural crystal.

She didn't care about this necklace at the time, it was He Yusheng who bought it and gave it to her, she looked at him at a loss with the necklace at that time, He Yusheng stuffed it in her hand and told her that this necklace was called eternity.

What kind of eternity is eternity? The eternity of friendship, the eternity of protection, or the eternity of love?

No matter how eternal it is, she will hold it firmly in her hands.

This was the second necklace she had given him, and only she knew how precious it was. She didn't care how much they were worth, she only cared how much they weighed.

Zhongli packed all the souvenirs into his bag, and just happened to see He Yusheng come out of the bathroom, she took out the ointment and applied it to his wounds, which looked much better, only some deep ones were still scars, and you could feel the bulging scabs when you touched them. His wounds no longer need to be bandaged.

Rubbing the medicine on his wound, he walked into the bathroom.

He Yusheng turned on the TV and watched the programs on the TV.

Plain is the best, he thought.