Mr. Whitebeard is what we call him, and his original name was White Plains.

He's my shoku-shangen-si.com.

He was called Mr. Whitebeard because of the snow-white beard on his yellow, dark cheeks, and sometimes he couldn't help but close his eyes and stroke his beard with two or three fingers. His thin body propped up a light green coat, and the brownish-gray cloth shoes on his feet showed a few finely patched patches. He always smiled at people, and when he smiled, the teeth that had been corroded by smoking for a long time were revealed, and the dimples on both sides of his cheeks were deeply deflated.

Mr. Whitebeard has been retired for more than a few years, and he dragged this scrawny frame to continue educating people, all because of his wife.

In his spare time, he often told us about his past, and we listened attentively and loved to ask him questions.

Grandma Song was lying in the small wooden house without windows and light, the dust covered every corner of the room, in order to accompany her, he didn't even bother to waste time on the cleanliness of the room, she stared at Bai Yuan with a dying breath, she used all her strength, and said with great difficulty: "Goodbye." ”

Then, tears slowly rolled through the deep grooves in the wrinkles of her eyes.

Even if Bai Yuan's heart was torn apart like a thousand knives, he still had to pretend that nothing happened, and said lightly: "After working hard for most of his life, it's time to rest." ”

Leaning on the side of the bed, he held Grandma Song's face with both hands, snuggled up to her forehead at close range, and wiped away the last tears for her.

Finally, in this farewell, everyone made the most ceremonial goodbye.

This is the last time Bai Yuan saw Grandma Song, and when Mr. Whitebeard told us the story, I saw him raise his head and look into the distance, and I knew that he was already starting to miss him.

Grandma Song's name is very simple, so simple that I can read the meaning from her name, her name is Song Wanzhu.

She was born in the night, her mother died in childbirth, and her father felt that her arrival had stopped all the good life from moving on, so he named it Wanzhu. Later, her father was overwhelmed and died with her mother.

She grew up with her grandparents, and later married with Shirahara until she died.

Shirahahara was her student.

The first time he saw her, that scene was like the first time he saw her, as long as he remembered it with his heart.

Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail, and as she walked, the braid swayed from side to side, like willow leaves blown by the wind, driving the swallows to fly. Her clear and bright jet-black pupils were embedded in her clean face, and she walked in a white gown and walked out of the door in a breeze, holding a book in her hand, standing straight in front of her with her chest straight, looking very serious, making people feel timid, and she did not dare to blaspheme.

But I inexplicably feel that I understand her arrogance, and she gives me the feeling of incomparable beauty.

In order to attract the attention of the late stop, Bai Yuan changed from a gentle scholar to a rebellious teenager, from fighting to making trouble, and gradually developed a habit.

Once, Bai Yuan gathered a group of students, and before stopping at the door at night, he tore off the thick rattan rope that had been tied to the doorknob in advance, and the small bucket of white wall powder would be poured down.

At this time, the night stop, as usual, went straight to the door.

Bai Yuan put his face in front of the window, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he found that she was sniffing the fragrance of the flowers again, at this time the roses were blooming thickly, and the red roses that were like flames were crowded together, and the layers of petals revealed the peach-pink stamens.

When she looked around and saw that no one was there, she would take it off and hide it in her sleeve. Bai Yuan fell in love with such a cleverness, and when he passed by her, the fragrance of roses was romantic and attractive, and he liked it like the same as that fragrance, and he couldn't hide it.

At this time, he didn't expect that there was another student who had not yet entered the door, he rushed straight to the door, and when he opened the door, a bucket of white powder flew all over the sky, and this scene was like a snowball fight between us on a snowy day.

What happened next is unknown.

As the organizer of this prank, Bai Yuan swallowed this punishment, and he was inevitably punished for copying scriptures and cleaning the school.

However, this prank made the late stop notice Bai Yuan.

I'm sure you all have a lot of doubts, this is not a teacher-student relationship, they are peers.

Stopping at night was afraid of the dark, and before evening, she hurriedly packed up her things and prepared to leave, her three-inch golden lotus walked slowly like an ant.

Shirahara always takes the opportunity to send a late stop home. He always used the excuse of passing through the small village, but in fact, to send her back, he had to detour more than half the way to get home.

In fact, she knew everything, but she didn't say it, she knew, and she was equally in love with this persistent person.

The two walked side by side through the field, not knowing what to say, and could only pretend to look at the scenery.

Then night also fell quietly, and the fields were mixed with the chirping of insects, and sometimes a strange chirp was heard, which was like the majestic howl of a wolf, and like the whimper of a wail.

In order to break this embarrassment, Bai Yuan told a story to the late stop:

Once upon a time, one man's name was Huishan and the other man's name was Huiyue, and they were two brothers.

One night, when they were late in the field, and when they returned, it was already dark, and the two men were walking shoulder to shoulder with wine jars and drinking loudly. At this time, I was passing by the edge of a field like this and heard such a wail, and then I saw a woman in a white coat standing on the edge of the field. I don't know if it's an illusion or if seeing is believing, the two of them rubbed their eyes vigorously and found that the woman was gone. So, they continued on their way, and poured down the wine from the jar again.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew in their ears, and the two men turned their heads to find that the woman was following behind them, which frightened the two men and dropped the wine jar. Unexpectedly, the woman said in a low tone, "Please send me home." The two men realized that the woman was a real person, not a ghost, and their hanging hearts could be completely relaxed.

Along the way, I chatted with the woman very happily, and even bowed to her, and from then on, that is, the same brother and sister, rejoicing in adversity.

Huishan gave the family heirloom jade pendant to the woman, and the woman also gave the ring to Huiyue.

The three of them discussed that they would drink until dawn again, and they would not get drunk and go home.

When they woke up the next day, Huishan and Huiyue found themselves lying in a mass grave with several tombstones in front of them, engraved with the names of everyone in the family, one of which had Huixing engraved on it.

When they thought about it, their mother had lost a baby who had been named Huixing when she was not born. Only then did Hui Yue realize that what he was wearing was the ring given by the woman. After that, he tried everything he could, but he couldn't remove the ring, and even when he died, the ring was still tightly attached to his bones.

After listening to this story, the night stopped creepy, looking at the endless black in front of her, she grabbed Bai Yuan's arm, he thought to himself, this is my purpose.

As the two were about to walk through the field, a woman in a white lab coat stood in front of them, as if waiting for something.

Bai Yuan thought to himself, it won't be so evil, right? It's just one of my stories.

The woman walked slowly towards them, and by this time, Bai Yuan could already feel the heartbeat that had stopped late and was about to jump out of his body.

"Where is this? I seem to be lost, can you take me home? The woman said.

The next day, the mother-in-law at the entrance of the village looked for someone, saying that her granddaughter went out in the white shirt last night, and there was no one to be found anywhere.

When the two of them heard this, they burst out laughing.

That's it, the two fell in love.

"Sir, did they have babies later?" Kira asked Mr.

"They got married, not for the sake of succession, but because of love." Mr. Whitebeard closed his eyes and couldn't help but stroke the whitebeard.

"It's a pity that if one of the two people leaves first, the other person will have to endure the loneliness of being alone in the face of the world." I say.

"This kind of love sounds like a tragedy, but as long as you love each other, it is also a surprise." Mr. Whitebeard turned and raised his head again.

For a long time afterward, they were both immersed in love.

Until one day, the night stop began to vomit blood for unknown reasons, and it didn't take long for Bai Yuan to be left alone, Bai Yuan said, I don't blame her for going first, she is not selfish, she once said to me, if I leave first, I will go to occupy a position first, I will love you in the next life, there are many people who love you, I am one, but I can only be one who lives with you for a lifetime.

Mr. Whitebeard stroked up his long sleeves and took out a handkerchief, the embroidery on which was his original word, this meticulous longing, penetrated his thoughts every day, he was completing her life's work, doing what she loved to do, missing the reality of having a late stop.

In fact, he is not alone.

"Xining, how about Mr. teach you embroidery?" Mr. Whitebeard suddenly looked at me seriously.

I carefully stroked the delicate embroidery and agreed to it.

"Sir, why are you so good to Xining?" A man asked.

"Xining and my wife laughed so similarly when they were young, I'm afraid I miss it very much." When Mr. Whitebeard said this, his bright tone always revealed a bit of distress.

Everyone was silent.

I saw that the gentleman borrowed a piece of pak and a few boxes of needlework and thread. We gathered behind him, watching him stitch by stitch, his slightly trembling right hand stretched out his thumb and index finger, pressed the silver needle hard, and the movement was gentle up and down, stabbing the word "Ning" very smoothly. Mr. Whitebeard is not only good at calligraphy, but also very good at embroidery.

"This word is good, peace, stability." When the gentleman smiled at me, I smelled tobacco.

I bowed my head shyly and said, "This is the name my mother gave me, and my mother laughs when she says it." ”

"Sir, did you learn this superb technique from Grandma Song?" Kira asked.

"I taught this craft late." Mr. Whitebeard laughed, and his bushy beard spread out.

"When I was a child, I taught myself embroidery with my mother, and then stopped learning from me, and the embroidery of this handkerchief was the first time she learned to embroider."

"Wow, it's so good to learn it for the first time." We applaud.

"Yes, seeing a handkerchief is like seeing a man." Mr. Whitebeard picked up his handkerchief again and buried himself in thought.

Later, my husband gave me an embroidered handkerchief.

"Xining, this handkerchief is given to you, Mr. wishes you peace in your life."

It's a simple handkerchief, a simple word, but it's really when I miss someone, and that person's appearance is so real in my mind.