Seeing that I bowed my head and was silent, Xiao Zhao knew that I was starting to recall the past again, so he patted my cheek and asked, "What, did I say something wrong?" ”

I said helplessly: "Now that there is a conservative girl like Pan Yue, it can be regarded as a scene in society." "I don't understand!" Xiao Zhao blinked his eyes and said, I like Xiao Zhao this, I don't understand and say it immediately, or it is a rectum, which saves me a lot of trouble.

I first waved to the waiter, motioned for the other party to settle the bill, and then explained to Xiao Zhao: "From 09 to now, I have gone out with this girl at half past nine more than a dozen times, and the summary is: her skirt can be very low, but her standard must be very high; She can have many friends of the opposite sex, but there must be very few that can make her tempted; Her suspicion can protect herself, and at the same time, she avoids all causes. ”

Listening to what I said interestingly, Xiao Zhao couldn't help but smile and asked me, "Then what kind of man do you want to find at half past nine?" ”

I asked her this question, and she replied: "It all comes naturally." As a result, this shun has reached the age of twenty-nine and does not even have a boyfriend. People like me who have a wide range of friends around me will not introduce any man to her boringly, if I feel right, celibacy is her final destination. I took out two sheets of Grandpa Mao and handed them to the waiter, and said to Xiao Zhao at the same time.

"Ah~~ How bent and panicked in this life." Xiao Zhao called Pan Yue worthless.

I wanted to use Xiao Zhao's words to tease her, "Yes, a woman who hasn't been with a man is not a complete woman at all; Or, "What's the matter, miss me, then you wait for my call!" and so on. But I noticed that a dirty little boy appeared at the next table at some point, staring at me intently, especially when the waiter was holding the plate through his body and he was still standing still, I knew that I had encountered something unclean again.

With the lesson of Diao Wu's father's curse just now, I didn't dare to look at him squarely, and took advantage of the waiter's work to make change, and glanced at him a few times with the corner of my eye. Then he hurriedly said to Xiao Zhao: "I have to go to the hospital today to take care of my friends, you try the method I taught you first, if it doesn't work, call me again when you come back." ”

"It can't be a female patient, right?" Xiao Zhao's sixth sense is really strong, "Oh, even if it's a female patient, what else can I do in the hospital, it's true." "With all my attention on the little boy, I subconsciously threw the truth straight away.

"Did you take care of your friend just to hook up with the little nurse?" Although Xiao Zhao stood up, he still didn't give up and asked.

I pretended to be angry and pinched her face, then squinted my eyes and said, "Malier's home, there is something to call, do you hear?" "I know, I know, how do you feel more and more like my mother, muttering about little things, endlessly."

Just as I came to the door and called a taxi to send Xiao Zhao away, I noticed that the little boy in the hotel was actually following me, pulling at my shirt, as if he wanted to say something to me.

At the critical moment, Hang Bangtian stepped forward and took out two straws, one in my head and the other in the little boy's head.

An old man with a hunched back was lying on the bed coughing incessantly, the lights in the room were very dim, and dozens of umbrellas could be vaguely seen around him.

It's just that these umbrellas are not something we can buy on the street, but a paste umbrella, that is, the kind of oil-paper umbrella in ancient times.

The screen flies, and the room goes from dim to bright. One after another, people came to him to buy oil-paper umbrellas, and these ** long robes and horse coats came, and there were also young people wearing student uniforms during the Republic of China. It can be seen that his business was very good at that time, but gradually, Western umbrellas replaced oil-paper umbrellas, and he was getting older and older, and the house was getting darker and darker.

Every morning before dawn, he woke up, pushed the wooden-framed window above the head of the bed open a crack, and raised his nose to smell the smell of dirt coming from the courtyard. If not, he will lie down in disappointment, continue to sleep until noon, and then get up to make a new oil-paper umbrella; If there is, then he will be very relieved to wait for his few remaining children to come to report his safety, and then happily get up to work.

Today's situation is not as good as before, thinking about your young situation, whether it is marriage: after the bride gets off the sedan chair, the matchmaker will use a red oil-paper umbrella to cover the bride to ward off evil spirits; Asking for a son: The umbrella in traditional Chinese characters, there are five people, meaning five sons to the branch; Ward off evil spirits: Because the umbrella surface of the oil paper umbrella is made of tung oil repeatedly painted, tung oil has the effect of warding off evil spirits, so there is a saying to ward off evil spirits in ancient times; Sacrifice: so that the ancestors can be reincarnated into the Haode family; High ascension: The umbrella bone is bamboo, which means that it is rising; Or the title of the gold list: In ancient China, there was a custom that when you go to Beijing to take the exam or take up an official position, you will definitely bring a red oil paper umbrella in addition to books on your back, that is, "baggage umbrella", also known as "Baofu umbrella", to wish you a safe journey and a champion in high school. I would buy a handmade oil-paper umbrella, but now, business is getting more and more sluggish, and it is even difficult to eat.

Because of mass production, fashionable Western umbrellas flood the entire market, and their own handmade oil-paper umbrellas will fade out of the stage of history sooner or later, and this inheritance will eventually decline.

Thinking that he is eighty-four this year, the folk saying goes, "Seventy-three, eighty-four, the king of Hades does not call himself to go." "I don't think there are a few days left to live, but he still can't rest assured of his children.

The old man misses his heyday very much, as long as it is cloudy and rainy in the morning, hundreds of children will come to report his safety: "Dad, Shanghai is so prosperous, I often go to the movies with my master!" "Dad, Shanxi people must have old vinegar when they eat?" "Father, my master finally got his wish today and gave me to his beloved woman!" …

At that time, there were many children, and the quarrel was endless, and he had a headache because of this matter. Now that I think about it, the situation at that time was really beautiful, and the old man couldn't help coughing more violently when he thought about it.

The old man recalled in his mind every oil-paper umbrella he made, for him, they were all his own children, with names and surnames, but a small number of them had never spoken to themselves and reported safety, what a group of lazy children! When the old man thought of this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

to be continued