"I'm dead, I'm afraid they won't treat you well, why don't I buy a pack of rat medicine for you to eat, let's go on the road together." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Qingxiu conveyed this sentence, she leaned on the window lattice and looked at the torrential rain outside the window, reached out to catch some water, and threw the water down.

There are very few people in the bookstore who tell stories.

Haruhide, who was entrusted with her storytelling, died four days ago, and she came from afar to meet the heavy rain.

"My aunt and uncle were ordered by their parents to make an appointment with a matchmaker, and they got married, and they had three sons and a daughter. Qingxiu was very haggard, her aunt passed away, she was busy before and after, and she came to the boss just after the burial, and she was really tired and panicked.

"Sister, sit down." Bend handed her a glass of warm milk and carried her a stool by the window.

"Thank you!" She stroked her crooked head and sat down on a stool.

"It's okay." Bending smiled politely at her and sat back at the zither.

When Qingxiu came, Bai Sang was telling the piano score to Wanwan.

"That little gentleman, go on, excuse me." Qingxiu's voice is crisp, with a hint of spicy taste of Sichuan and Shu. It's just that the hard work of the days makes her speak with a hint of tiredness.

Bai Sang shook his head and said, "Please speak." ”

"Excuse me." She took a sip of the milk, and found that it did not smell fishy, so she took another sip, and continued, "My uncle went six years before my aunt, and his illness came quickly, and he was sick for only ten days, and then he left. The day before he left, he took my aunt's hand and said to her, 'I'm dead, I'm afraid they won't treat you well, why don't I buy a pack of rat medicine for you to eat, let's go on the road together.' The aunt laughed and hit him, turned around and cried out. The aunt was also reluctant to give up her uncle.

Later, when I was gossiping, my aunt told my mother about it, and she only said that the old immortal was sick and confused.

"Mom said, if your old man says that to me, I will die immediately.

"Whether it's my aunt or uncle, or my parents, they don't have a college education, and even writing their names are crooked strokes.

"My aunt asked me to come to you, which also means that there are many brothers and sisters in the family, but I am the only one who studies more.

"My aunt has lived like a fish in the water since she lost her uncle, but she can't afford to live a few more years without procrastinating. She said in front of people, the old immortal hasn't seen these new things yet, I'll show it for him. The queen is wiping the portrait of his uncle, sometimes for most of the day.

"That day she took my hand and told me that she was leaving, and asked me to do something, but she scared me. My aunt usually looked very energetic, but that night, she fell and left the next morning.

"I'm not afraid of you laughing, I'm still secretly scolding myself for being crazy on the plane, why did I come here just because of the nonsense of an old man who is about to die, what if it was just a dream? My aunt said that she had nothing else to worry about, but she just felt sorry for her uncle and let him leave early alone, without a companion. The night before, she dreamed of her uncle, who had never been in a dream.

The uncle stood at the door of a shop, beckoned to his aunt, pointed to the sign hanging in front of the store, and smiled vigorously.

"I don't know how my aunt knew your address here, but when she told me, I said she was joking, telling her not to say such things, she still has to live for many years, and she sees a lot of new things.

"But my aunt took my hand and suddenly burst into tears, saying that she was sorry for her uncle and let him go alone, and since my uncle was standing here and pointing to the sign, he must have wanted what was on the sign. She asked me to come and see it.

"I just took her as a, and didn't care about her. At the dinner table in the evening, I told my mother about it, and before I could say anything, the third brother next door came to call my father, saying that my aunt had fallen and was unable to do it, so I asked my father to help Zhang Luo. Mom followed.

"It was probably at that time that I took my aunt's words to heart, hurriedly checked to see if there was such a city, bought a plane ticket this morning, and hurried over!

"Boss, you want a story for the book here, right?" After Qingxiu finished speaking, she probably hadn't recovered yet, she stood up again, poked her head out of the window and took a few breaths of clammy and cold breath, "What kind of story can it be?" ”

"That's good!" The boss smiled slightly, today he brought a reading glasses, and when he smiled, he seemed to be able to see the fifth lot of time flowing in front of his eyes.

"Yes, it's a shame that I've read all these books, and it's all stupid." Qingxiu nodded, "Then ......" She paused, still organizing the language, the boss got up, walked to the last row of bookshelves in a few steps, pulled out a book from the bottom, and returned to the window, and put it on the desk by this window.

"Take this back and burn it for the dead." The boss pulled open the chair facing the window and sat down, and found that the rain had gradually subsided.

"If you don't dislike it, you can also take one back, but this book for the deceased can't be opened, okay?" The boss looked her in the eye and asked again, okay?

Qingxiu nodded and said yes.

"Bai Sang, I haven't heard you play the piano for a long time, take out the piano in the room and play a song."

"Okay." It's rare that Bai Sang didn't talk to the boss.

The boss took out the incense burner and lit the last half of the jasmine-shaped incense.

Bai Sang put the piano away, tried the sound, and felt that it was good, so he began to pluck the strings.

Qingxiu is also a lover of reading, although he is not very interpretive, but when he played a beat, he also heard that he was playing "Ge Sheng" in "Poems".

At the end of the song, Bai Sang stood up, let Wanwan sit, and told her to play at will.

Qingxiu leaned on this window lattice in a daze, watching the rain be small and the rain was heavy, the piano sounded, the rain sounded, and the sadness in her heart seemed to find an outlet for a while, and fell with tears.

She still had something to say.

When his uncle was alive, his aunt often quarreled with him, and when he was sixty or seventy years old, he still quarreled every day, but he would fight if he was not addicted.

When she was still very young, she still thought that her aunt was so bad, how could her uncle marry her?

Gradually, she understood the reason, and she also knew that it was not the saying that enemies do not get together.

It wasn't until my uncle died and my aunt was depressed that I knew that some love appeared in different ways.

"Brother, my hand hurts." Wanwan picked up a small finger and handed it to the boss and Bai Sang, Bai Sang was distressed, holding her hand and blowing.

"Boss, thank you for the book, although I came without a head, but thank you for not beating me out. Thank you so much! Hahaha......" Qingxiu covered her mouth with the back of her hand and laughed out loud, "Okay, I'm going back too, and I have to go to work the day after tomorrow." ”

"Then I won't leave you, be careful on the road." The boss stood up, took a delicate wooden box and packed the book, and handed it to her.

"Huh? Unpacked ......"

"It's not packaging, the book was meant to be inside."

"Thank you, farewell!" Qingxiu walked to the door of the store, nodded lightly at the boss and Bai Sang, who sent her out, and turned to leave.

She flew back to her city that night and burned the book and the box at her aunt's first seven sacrifices.

I didn't open the book all the time.

I just remember that there was a wilderness carved on the box, and I could even feel that it was a windy wilderness, and there were large trees entangled in vines growing on it.

That night, Harumi dreamed that her uncle and aunt were standing in front of the used bookstore, smiling and nodding at her.

Of course, she never knew that her aunt had walked along her bed this night.