The old man used to be madly infatuated with the girl who sold bean curd. At that time, he was young, as long as it was not raining, he would get up early, wait for the girl selling bean curd to pass in front of his door, and then the two eldest sons bought a bowl of hot bean curd, plus a little bit of leek flowers, seaweed, garlic, chopped green onions, white vinegar, soy sauce and sesame oil mixed together, it was really delicious!

For his beloved girl, he personally selected materials - sawing bamboo - planing green - splitting strips - bone cutting - sawing grooves - drilling - saw gourd - string gourd - steaming - exposure to the sun - loading the handle - loading the key - around the umbrella circle - framing the umbrella - pasting the umbrella edge - painting - winding - wearing decorative lines - tung oil - sleeve - knotting. And found a local gentleman who is said to have taken the examination in the former Qing Dynasty, and spent a piece of ocean to paint a beautiful pattern for this umbrella.

When he personally delivered the umbrella to the Douhua girl, the girl's cheeks were crimson, and even the ponytail behind her was particularly dazzling. The girl squirmed and accepted the love token, and then disappeared in front of his eyes like the wind because of shyness.

Then, the two got married naturally. During the day, he made oil-paper umbrellas, at night she grinded beans and prepared bean curd the next morning, and his children shouted "Mommy, Mommy" every day, and he listened to it in his ears and was happy in his heart.

He thought he would die happily ever after with the woman he loved and his children, but the civil war burned into his small town, and he was only eighteen years old that year.

He wanted to leave with the girl, but he couldn't bear the half-made children. As the gunfire became more and more intense, he relentlessly and joined the fleeing team with his mother-in-law and the token of his love.

In the middle of the night, he and she huddled together in the temple, as frightened as many fleeing refugees. He prayed to his father-in-law that the war would end as soon as possible, because the war had already cost him many children.

Suddenly, the sound of artillery fire sounded outside the silence, and the refugees in the temple pushed each other and fled like lost dogs. He had already escaped with his woman, but she found that she had pulled the oil-paper umbrella in the temple of the city god, so he turned back to fetch it, but never came back.

At dawn, he cried and returned to the temple to see a ruin that had been blown out by a cannonball. He went crazy and lifted every piece of rubble, and found nothing but a scarred oil-paper umbrella, and only his remorseful heart remained. His own woman and his favorite child are dead!

From that moment on, he lived alone until now, and only the children were left in his heart.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. There was constantly "Gaba", and the sound of "Gaba" came to the old man's heart, which was the voice of his few children when they died.

It's okay haode in the afternoon, what's going on? The old man couldn't help frowning, and pushed open the small window at the head of the bed and looked out. But as the sound of "Gaba" became more and more, the old man pinched his fingers and calculated, then put on a piece of clothing, sat on the edge of the bed, and secretly wept.

The image ended here, and my nose was so sore that I almost burst into tears. After all, it's on the street, and I'm a well-known emcee, so it's not good to cry. I lifted my cheeks and tried to squeeze back the tears.

"How do you want me to help you?" By hanging the sky, I asked the boy in front of me.

"I want to call my dad through your mouth." The boy asked me timidly, and as he spoke, the boy kept rubbing his hands together, for fear that I would refuse his request.

"Yes, give me the phone number." What worries me the most is that he doesn't know the old man's phone, "0793-XXXXXXXXX." The boy happily gave the old man's phone number.

I dialed the number he said, "Toot ~ Toot ~ Toot ~ Toot ~ Ahem, who?" An old voice, mixed with a cough, asked me.

"Dad, when are you coming home?" I asked, repeating the boy's words.

"You, you, are you the second baby?" The old man asked in a trembling voice.

"It's me, Dad, how did you guess?" The boy asked curiously.

"Ahem, ahem, you're the only one left." The old man's voice was slightly desolate, "Why are you all gone?" ”

"Dad, my mother asked me to call you home for dinner." As soon as I had finished saying this, the boy continued to urge me, saying, "I and the other siblings are waiting for you at home, so go home quickly." ”

"Hey, I'll be home right away, right away." The old man's emotions became a little excited, and he used the same word twice, "Ahem, is your mother okay at home?" ”

"Everyone is very good, and my mother has been waiting for you at home for a long time, and if you don't go back, the food will be cold. Today, my mother specially made your favorite bean curd for you, just waiting for you to eat it when you go home! The child said happily.

"Okay, okay, okay, I got it." Even across thousands of mountains and rivers, through my mobile phone, I could hear the old man wiping his tears over there.

"Dad, then I'll go home and wait for you." "Good Lat! Beep ~ Beet ~ Beet ~ "There was a blind tone on the other side of the phone.

The boy was smiling at the moment, and when I hung up, he bowed respectfully to me, and then slowly disappeared from my eyes.

I couldn't calm down for a long time, and a feeling that I wanted to cry but couldn't cry made my mood extremely bad. In desperation, I took out a cigarette and put it in my mouth, and before I could light it, I heard the woman who had just come out of the store exclaim, "Oh, why is my umbrella broken?" ”

The man who came out with her hurriedly took the oil-paper umbrella in her hand and found that the umbrella bone had been broken into two, "Forget it, I'm buying you one tomorrow, don't be sad." ”

"It's really unlucky." The woman took the oil-paper umbrella handed over by the man, first looked at it distressedly, and then angrily threw it into the grass on the side. Zuihou, accompanied by a man, boarded a BYD and left my sight.

After the other party completely disappeared from my field of vision, I quickly went to the grass, picked up the damaged oil-paper umbrella, dusted off it, and pinched it in my hand, sad.

When I called the number again, there was no one answering, and I thought that their family had already been reunited in another shijie, so I wish you all the best! I muttered silently in my heart, but the phone rang again.

glanced at the caller number, it was actually Chris (Chinese-American Wang Lei, the girl who can read minds mentioned earlier) called, and immediately connected, "Hey, is it Chris?" ”

"It's me." Chris's familiar voice made me feel sad, "Where are you and Lao Yu now?" ”

"Jia Shu, listen to me first." Chris interrupted very rudely, "Okay, okay, you say." "Meng Po doesn't know where to go, the headquarters is empty, and Lao Yu and I still have a little trouble, and we can't go back for the time being." Chris paused and continued: "The only task I received now is the one I received earlier, go to Liaoyang to find the location of the dragon's lair, you say hello to Lao Cao first, and when I return to Liaoyang with Lao Yu, we must explore the specific location of the dragon's lair again!" ”

to be continued