The old lady looked at Zhishan silently for a long time, and seemed to be caught in a deep memory.

At the end, she finally let out a long sigh, and said in a bitter tone: "That's it, how can it be, so many years have passed, if Cheng Gongzi is still alive, he should be an old man about the same age as me." ”

Hua Weiluo looked at the old lady in front of her with curiosity, thought about it, and finally couldn't hold back, and asked in a low voice: "Auntie, is the Cheng Gongzi you are talking about the person you have been waiting for?" ”

"Hey......" The old lady sighed, looking at Zhishan's face that was very similar to Cheng Gongzi, and her memory seemed to have returned to her youth.

"About sixty years ago." She said slowly in her voice towards Hua Weiluo: "At that time, there was a teacher in the village, who came from the capital, and it seemed that he should also be the son of a rich and noble family, but I don't know why, but he willingly stayed in our village and taught the children in the village to read and write." ”

As she spoke, Zhishan's brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

"That teacher is very handsome, almost exactly like this Taoist leader sitting here." When the old lady said this, she looked at Zhishan seriously a few times before continuing: "At that time, the girls in the village secretly had a crush on him, but the teacher never showed favor for any girl's family. ”

"Although I am old now, when I was young, I was also one of the best beauties in the village." The old lady smiled a little embarrassedly, and then recalled: "One day it was raining heavily, when I came home from the field, I didn't bring an umbrella, and I happened to meet the teacher who was pouring down, and he was wearing a pale gray robe, holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking slowly in the rain, and when he saw me, he was a little stunned, and then he walked quickly to my side and helped me block the heavy rain. ”

Xu was reminded of such a picture over and over again in her mind, and she even remembered every expression on his face and every word he said that day.

"He told me his surname was Cheng, he said that it was raining so hard, why are you alone outside, and then he sent me to the door of the house, left me with an oil-paper umbrella, and ran into the rain by himself, at that time I mustered up the courage to shout at him, remember that the sky was sunny to get the umbrella." The old lady smiled, her eyes suddenly darkened, and said, "But since that day, this person has not been seen in the village again. ”

"......" flowers have not fallen, and they don't know what to say for a while.

Maybe this is the love of ancient times, no text messages, no phone calls, no videos you can see if you want to meet, falling in love with someone may be just a word, an action, a casual thing, but it can make people remember a lifetime for a long time, so that in the long river of time in the future, even if you are alone, you can silently persist for so long.

"So, have you been waiting for Cheng Gongzi to come back and get the umbrella??" After a while, Begonia finally asked softly to her.

"yes." The old lady let out a long sigh, "But maybe, I can't wait for this life." ”

Zhishan's delicate brows furrowed slightly, it was already sixty years ago, if it wasn't for someone to remind him, he would have forgotten about it a long time ago.

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Good night