"The second year you left, he won an award for a painting, and somehow C University knew that he was taught by me, so I wanted to invite him to be a visiting professor, and he was not too young, so I let him go. When you go to the capital this time, you just have a care, and your mother can rest assured. "Although my father's students are all over the world, only my brother is the only one who really teaches them from scratch, and even Xiaoyi is enlightened by my brother.

After dinner, the sun has set, the sky is not yet completely dark, and every household has a lamp in the palm of its hand, without the splendor of neon lights, but with the peace of the countryside. The chirping of the birds returning to their nests and the "clucking" of the hens returning to their nests reflect the isolation of the town. The leisure and entertainment of all ages in Yunyin Town is not China's quintessential mahjong, but a very traditional chess and Go. Watching chess is not a true gentleman, so only after a game of chess is played will people's comments and discussions sound.

As is customary, after dinner, my father washed the dishes for my mother, made a pot of pu'er, and sat on a rocking chair under the vines. My father drank a lot of tea, and he only said that he had to accompany him with different teas for different moods, but because his mother didn't sleep well, he only drank Pu'er every night. My mother would sometimes play a song to cheer up.

Xiao Yi accompanied her father to sit on the rattan chair and drink tea, and her mother washed her hands and played the guqin seriously under the eaves. With a quiet face, long hair loosely coiled up, and slender fingers gently plucking the strings, it is no wonder that my father always likes to put my mother in his paintings. Xiaoyi has always wanted to be like her mother, and then find a husband like her father, but she doesn't seem to have as much luck as her mother.

The early morning in the town is cloudy and mist, and the slightly cool air makes the whole person feel refreshed. I got up in the morning, accompanied my father to push Yunshou, who had been with him for more than ten minutes, and had a simple breakfast, Xiaoyi carried the characteristic bamboo-backed basket of Yunyin Town and walked to Xiaoman's house. In the back basket are the Beijing specialties that Xiaoman brought to her parents and some small souvenirs that Xiaoyi bought. The townspeople have already started their day. Mothers are kindly admonished, men meet to go out to work, and children meet familiar friends chattering and laughing. When she was in the United States, Xiaoyi missed such a scene countless times. Out of the winding alley, you have to walk up two more intersections to get to Xiaoman's house.

I couldn't help but stand at the intersection and look at the small courtyard with the gate closed again. Now there is no one to rent anymore.

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Xiao Yi remembers clearly that it was a Saturday, because it was the third year of high school, and she was about to go to Xiao Man's house to review her homework with her.

"Hey, little girl, that's you, do you have anything interesting here?"

Xiao Yi turned her head, and the little girls around seemed to be the only one around.

"It's you, don't look at it."

I finally confirmed that it was me, but when did Aunt Zhang's house live in it?

"You're here for a tour?" For strangers, Xiao Yi has no self-acquainted enthusiasm, only a polite smile and gently purses her lips. A tall, lanky boy leaned on the red gate with his legs crossed, and the sunlight shone behind him, forming a halo of light around him. Squinting his eyes, this boy's complexion is not the dark health of the boys in Yunyin Town, but the fairness of the skin makes girls jealous. Xiao Yi has never been so particular about people's dress, but that day, maybe it was the sun's fault, she didn't remember what she was wearing, but she always remembered the beige plaid shirt and the light blue jeans.

"Well, I just came here yesterday, and I heard that you have a nice view. It's hard to find here. "An authentic Beijing accent.

"Go north, turn left at the end, cross the Forget Worry Bridge, and follow the path to the mountain. There is an Evian temple on the mountain, the scenery is good, and it is very spiritual to ask for a lot, it is said. After saying this, Xiao Yi nodded politely and turned to leave.

Under the reflection of the setting sun, a girl combed two long braids and carried a blue batik cloth bag, looking up slightly at the boy who was illuminated by the sun. When I first went to the United States to study Western painting, Xiao Yi often thought of this scene, and thought that it should be extremely beautiful. It's a pity that "if life is only as it first sees", not all good beginnings will have happy endings.