"That's not how it was done here, my little Aya. Smiling kindly, Majon Rika got up and gently shook Aya's hand: "You have to go in here first, and then you can turn up." ”

The silver-gray yarn lay quietly on the yarn stick in Aya's hand, but when they were really needed, they were so disobedient.

The molding area is less than 10 centimeters, and it is messy and full of errors, which is not beautiful at all.

"Hmm. Aya lowered her eyes and glanced helplessly at the woolen thread tag in her hand: "My fingers always seem to have their own thoughts." ”

But after a short break, she lowered her head again and knitted earnestly

"That's what I complained about. As she spoke, Majon Rika raised her hand and took a sip of warm black tea: "Failure is painful, but what is worse is that you never try. ”

"Ahh With an exclamation, Aya quickly dropped the object in her hand, then raised her left hand to cover the fingers of her right hand.

"Oh, let me see, dear. With a worried remark, Majunrica got up and picked up the ginkgo bandage that had been on the table.

Taking Aya's palm, Majon Rika blew lightly before carefully tying the ginkgo bandage, "This is the fifth time this week, dear." ”

"I only hope that my clumsy hands can contribute a little warmth to him before the cold winter arrives. Pouting, Aya lowered her head and began to gently wipe the green blood from the table.

"Let go of dignity, let go of individuality, let go of stubbornness, all because you can't let go of someone. Looking at the cold black tea in the cup, Majon Rika muttered softly.

The fire in the warm fireplace silently reflected the happy smile on Aya's face, "I don't know what he's doing now." ”

"It must have been a very attractive young man. Taking a sip of black tea, Majon Rika smiled and looked at Aya who was nesting in the rocking chair like a kitten in front of her: "What's his name?"

"López. Aya replied in a half-proud, half-shy tone, as if this was quite something to brag about.

She had never seen Aya like this before, but this expression had also appeared on her own face, thinking of this, Majon Rika showed a smile of relief, I don't know if it was for Aya or her former self.

"If my repugnable memory hasn't reached the point of being outrageous, today should be the Qianqing Festival, right?" Placing the black tea on the table, Ma Qiongli slowly stood up.

At that time, the shadow of the clouds opened, revealing a cold bright moon, surrounded by cold mist, like the light veil that a beautiful woman wore when she came out of the bath.

On a quiet silver night, the landscape was gray-blue like autumn frost, and jackdaws were moaning in the hazy treetops.

"When I was younger, I fought for love, and that's what it turned out to be. After handing the luxurious and beautiful dress in her hand to Aya, Majon Rika sighed slightly: "But I didn't wait for the moment to put it on my body. ”

"Don't you try it, I'm actually looking forward to the scene when you become the princess of the country, my little Aya. With that, Majunrika leaned down and filled the fireplace with some firewood.

"No, no. Shaking her head, Aya carefully returned the dress in her hand to Ma Qionglikai.

"What's wrong, dear?" said Marjon Rika's face with obvious surprise.

"I just want to show him, but he's not with me right now. Turning his head slightly, a lonely expression appeared on Aya's face again.

"Although I have already given it to you, it is not difficult to promise to keep it for you for a while. As she spoke, Marjon Rika picked up the threads scattered on the floor: "Is it just his princess?"

"Alright, it's time for you to leave, Aya, after all, it's your holiday, enjoy it. Majunka, who sat back in her rocking chair again, smiled and bowed to Aya.

"Well, good night, Granny Majon Rika. Nodding, Aya put on her winter coat and opened the door to leave.

But as soon as she went out, Aya quickly retracted her exposed fingers into her sleeves, and the cold temperature made Aya glad that she had received a letter from López, otherwise she would still be wearing a thin summer dress.

The glowing glow of the glowing lanterns everywhere in the darkness kept Aya from being swallowed up by the majesty of the boundless night.

Glancing up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, Aya took a step towards the place where the festival was held.

The bright campfire was surrounded by many pairs of couples, but that only made Aya feel bored, as she always remembered López.

"Ah, Sister Aya, why are you here? Sirin, who jumped up and down in front of Aya, jumped into her arms, which made Xiaobai, who was still pecking at strawberry pie, fly up in fright, and only after Celine left Aya's arms did she fall on top of her head again.

Looking at Xiaobai, who was stained with impurities next to the bird's beak, Aya couldn't help but smile shallowly, and then raised her hand and pinched Cirin's nose: "I just took the time, so I came to see if you had eaten secretly." ”

"Not really. With a snort, Celine raised her hand and handed the food she was holding to Aya: "Do you want to taste it, Sister Aya, this is the pinnacle of Shirlin's craftsmanship." ”

"Well, if she'd ever forget to say that. Holding out her hand tucked into her sleeve, Aya took the food and brought it to her mouth, taking small bites.

But even so, the loneliness that has taken root in her heart will not be there, even if it is a moment of leaving, sighing, Aya bowed to Celine: "I'm a little sleepy, Celine, so today, uh, I'll go back and rest first." ”

Although Ciline was full of regret, she returned to the campfire again after telling Aya to get a good rest.

The night unfurls its own inky velvet, obscuring the horizon, and countless stars are radiating light, glittering with phosphoric brilliance, weaving into beautiful patterns.

When she returned home, Aya was so tired that she didn't even bother to turn on the kerosene lamp that was quietly hidden by the door, took off her heavy winter clothes in the dark, and then stuffed them into the closet, took out her pajamas and gently put them on her body.

With a deep exhalation, she threw herself directly onto the soft bed, turned over and raised the back of her hand to gently press her forehead, and Aya stared at the familiar ceiling.

After a long time, she raised her hand and hugged the pillow above her head into her arms, and then silently closed her eyes.