At such a festival, Starlight can't resist the moonlight after all. The half-open curtain put the moon-white light into the room, and the latter wanted to shine on the sleepless man, but found that he could not bring the slightest warmth at all, and finally lost to the pale yellow lamp......

The unlit darkness in the room was suddenly dispelled by the light, and the person sitting on the bed couldn't help but be stunned, entangled between turning off the lights and picking up his phone to pretend to be an ostrich.

On weekdays, when the elderly are willing to turn on the lights and waste electricity when they are about to go to bed at night, it is nothing more than when children are afraid of the dark, so that the lights will always be on all night: "An Ji, grandpa will tell you a story." ”

It's a pity that now the child who is afraid of the dark has grown up and knows that there is no terrible monster in the dark that can eat people. But he learned to be like He Yanqing, who had already returned home, on such a night, because of his heart tossing and turning.

The grandfather only thinks that An Ji is still a child, but he clearly knows that An Ji has something on his mind now, and naturally he can imagine what the latter is thinking now.

"Well......" An Ji wanted to forget it, not because he didn't want to listen to his grandfather's simple but philosophical stories, but An Ji didn't know how to face his mother He Yanqing who would pick him up tomorrow.

In front of the whole family, my grandfather put on the table what my mother didn't want to say, and to be honest, An Ji didn't know what the latter would think.

"Grandpa saw that you couldn't sleep, so he wanted to tell you stories like you did when you were a child."

After all, He Zhenhua is a grandfather, and he must know his daughter and granddaughter.

So much so that even though the things An Ji is exposed to now are far different from He Zhenhua's time, the latter can still know An Ji's mind well.

"If you don't want to hear it, forget it, grandpa won't bother you."

He Zhenhua was like an old naughty boy as always, An Ji knew that his grandfather must want to explain something to himself through the story, and if he didn't want to listen to it, he would definitely make his grandfather lose for a long time, so he just smiled and nodded incessantly: "I want to listen." ”

Sure enough, Dang Dang, who was a grandfather, pulled a chair with a smile, sat on the side of An Ji's bed, cleared his throat, and prepared to speak.

"Grandpa, aren't you going to take the book this time?" The book in An Ji's mouth said it was a book, but in fact it was just a booklet that He Zhenhua used to record things.

An Ji didn't know what his grandfather used to record that booklet before, but he only knew that when he grew up enough to understand the story, all the stories he wrote on it were the stories that his grandfather told him.

He Zhenhua shook his head, with a mysterious expression: "This is also a story that my grandfather I heard, if you talk about it, it is more like a folk story like Mulan, which may not be traceable in history, but it has something to do with my grandfather's work, so my grandfather remembers it very clearly." ”

"Before, when you were young, you told you stories from books, but when you grew up, you stopped living with me and your grandmother, and my grandfather never found a suitable opportunity to tell you this story."

Leaning back from the bed, An Ji's eyes were level with his grandfather's, and he was a little proud as he guessed what his grandfather was going to talk about when he was a child: "Is it about Hangluo?" ”

"Hmm." He Zhenhua affirmed his granddaughter's idea, reached out and took out a piece of candy from the bedside table on the side, and stuffed it into An Ji's hand as he did back then, "It's about Hangluo." ”

"Unlike those that were a long, long time ago, this story is actually no more than a hundred years."

Hearing this opening sentence, An Ji knew that the story from her grandfather was about to begin, open the candy wrapper, stuff the sugar into her mouth, and wait for her grandfather to tell the story.

"At that time, there was a famous female girl who was famous for her weaving skills and married an honest man who farmed the land in Shandong, although the girl left her hometown, but fortunately, the honest man's family was like her own family, and the family lived happily and happily."

"Although it is not a child and daughter, the family did not ask for anything, only cherished the girl, and after giving birth to a pair of girls in a row, they no longer asked for a boy, thinking that the two girls would go to learn weaving with their mothers."

"It was just in time for businessmen to set up businesses and want to bring new business opportunities to the land." Today's An Ji is no longer a child, He Zhenhua naturally picked the key point of the story to tell the former, for fear of making people feel bored.

As he spoke, He Zhenhua remembered that his granddaughter was studying history, so he pretended to make comparisons and said with a smile: "You should be more familiar than me during this time in the story, but this is an unverifiable story, you are naturally not as clear as I know." ”

"Well, in the early days of the Republic of China, the national bourgeoisie set up industries, and the people spontaneously resisted the impact of foreign goods, and in the later period, they were affected by imperialism and feudal society, and failed to develop, but after the founding of the country, they made a lot of contributions to New China."

The old people like to talk about history and listen to the military, but they are worried about the family, proud of the achievements of the younger generations, and they have to care about national affairs when they have time.

Sure enough, He Zhenhua smiled even more when he heard it - he was born more than ten years earlier than his generation, and he had witnessed those bumpy and magnificent years when he was a child, and his generation was the one who grew up listening to the 'stories of the year'.

Just like in the name, He Zhenhua, 'Why Zhenhua'? Like them, generation after generation has been seeking the road of rejuvenating China......

"Well said, well, what's your word called...... Yes, thumbs up! ”

He Zhenhua is no longer young, maybe the information he comes into contact with will lag behind, or he may not understand the meaning behind the words, but he still wants to understand the lives of the younger generations and understand today's China.

Even if it is a little bit of life, I will not let go.

"For the happiness of his family, and also for the sake of this land from the flames of war and gunsmoke, the honest man who was the husband went to the battlefield in the West, and this one ...... He never returned. ”

"Those girls have long been slim, and seeing their mother getting thinner and thinner because they can't receive news from their father, they decided to take their mother back to their hometown."

"You know, it wasn't as easy to go to school back then as it is now." He Zhenhua said, and couldn't help sighing, "At that time, whether it was a private school or a primary school, if it was a family without money, it couldn't afford to go to it at all." ”

He Zhenhua is also a secondary school diploma, and he can't understand Uncle Zhang's ability to understand those national policies, but he can also explain it clearly: "Whether it's compulsory education now, or rewards and subsidies after going to college, I don't know how many children who have to give up their studies because they don't have money have been saved......"

It's a pity that under such a good life, there are still many people who don't know how to cherish it. He Zhenhua did not say the second half of the sentence, and silently regretted it in his heart.

Many things are taken for granted to us today, but in the eyes of the older generation, it is the regret that the people around us, or simply ourselves, have pursued for half a lifetime, and finally cannot be resolved.

The old times are full of thorns, and it is the older generation that moves forward in the dark, but it can also build the cornerstone of today's prosperous times; The new era is shining brightly, and it is a meritorious achievement that belongs to the efforts of the older generation, so why should we not move forward?

"At that time, the patriarchal mentality was still very stubborn, and if the two girls did not live in such a family, if it were not for the mother's own skills to earn enough money for the two girls to go to school, it would be impossible for them to study."

The more He Zhenhua tells the story in the back, the more detailed it becomes, it seems that this story should belong to these two junior girls......

An Ji only continued to listen, listening...... It seems that he has also walked into the era when there was a lot of war and constant collision of ideas, like the poet in the rain alley, with his own confusion, holding the oil-paper umbrella, walking in the streets and alleys of old Hangzhou.

"Sister, Daddy can't come back, right?" The little sister has reached the age of sensibility, perhaps because of the times, the first thing the little sister understands is the separation of life and death.

Everyone knows that there is a sister in the He family who returned to her hometown from Shandong with her mother, far away from the oppressed land. And this girl is the sister of the He family's sister with the same father and mother.

"Hmm." The aunt of the He family did not deny it, but put down the newspaper in her hand, lowered her eyes, and did not look at her little sister.

My father went to the Western battlefield three years ago, and now that the war is won, my father has no news at all—as for the land they want to buy back with their lives, it is only from one marauder to another.

Today's rain is chaotic, and the aunt of the He family raises her eyes, unable to see clearly what the road ahead is......

Looking back, the little sister at this time is still seven or eight years old, and the He family's sister herself is only fourteen or fifteen years old.

"My mother actually realized it a long time ago, but she didn't want to believe it." The little sister may not be old enough to understand, but the aunt of the He family still muttered, "I don't know if this is good or bad for her." ”

In this era, not everyone can go to college, at least not the He family, who lives by hand, and the He family's sister can earn enough silver dollars for herself and her little sister to go to elementary school and high school by weaving with her mother, not to mention the unimaginable height of college.

Therefore, no matter how smart and clever the He family's sister is, there is still very little knowledge she can come into contact with, and she can only rely on the news in the newspaper to learn more.

"Huh?" Listening to Sister's words, the little sister's eyes were full of doubts, "So, is Auntie going to hide it from her mother?" ”

"What are you going to hide from me?" Coincidentally, the little sister's words were heard by her mother, and a voice came out of the house, "Now I hide it from my mother, and when I grow up, won't my mother know anything?" ”

"Nope!" The two sisters spoke in unison.

"It's just that my mother's birthday is coming, and my sister wants to buy incense powder for my mother." The little sister who doesn't want to talk nonsense on weekdays doesn't care what her sister says, so she naturally finds a less lame reason to cover up what she just said.

"You two!"

"Tell your sister to keep the money, you will need money in the future, my mother is old, where do you need any incense powder?"

After receiving a response, the sound in the house quickly subsided, leaving only the He family's sister outside the house to cover her mouth with her hand and cough lightly.

"Sister Mo laughs!"

"The little sister deceived people in order to help my sister hide it, and my husband said that this is not good......"

Laughing and laughing, making trouble, the death of my father and the land where my relatives failed to protect with their lives only lingered in the hearts of the He family's sisters, and they could not be dispersed for a long time.

"Sister?"

"What is Sister thinking?"

"Sister...... My mother is so tired of weaving every day, and I will learn it in the future, so that my mother can worry about it......"

Time always flies so quickly that the passing of a life seems nothing more than normal.

The girl of the He family, who could weave a three-foot cloth that day, left, leaving only the sister of the He family, who was just seventeen or eighteen years old, and the little sister who was about to go to high school and primary school depended on each other.

After receiving the relics brought by her fellow villagers, the mother who was holding on to Zhiluo just to support the two girls was ill, so she had time to hand over her eldest daughter to the female weaver she trusted as an apprentice......

In fact, the mother had already thought about everything before her two girls talked about it. It wasn't until everything was finally laid out in front of him, and he could no longer deceive himself, and his daughter was enough to be on her own, that she dared to fall.

"Mother!" The little sister couldn't help crying.

Fu Ling went out of the funeral, and there was no man in the He family, so it was inevitable that some dirty people came to see the joke and wanted to see what advantage they could take advantage of.

There are also spectators who sigh while using it as an spice for a boring life, just as they watched a drama in vain, and they don't spend silver dollars, and if they are lucky, they can also rub some food and drink......

Not to mention the people who can't sigh, have seen the hard work of being a mother, heard the ins and outs, and saw that the two girls are not big, no one has a marriage contract, and they are worried about the future of the two.

"Mother, mother, why don't you want me and my sister?"

The father is gone, the mother is also gone, the sister of the He family knows that the only one she can rely on now is herself, as for the master that her mother found, she doesn't know his character, and she doesn't dare to easily put herself and her little sister on the future.

"Get up." The voice of the He family's sister is very cold, if you don't know, you should still have family property to share, so that the He family's sister, who pretends to be gentle and petty on weekdays, directly revealed her original appearance.

"Mother...... Mother, why don't you take me with you? ”

The elder sister of the He family knew that her little sister might have heard some gossip, or suffered some grievances in the past two days, so that she couldn't solve it in front of everyone when she said such frustrating words, so she could only finish the process and bring people home.

"Get up and follow me." I told my little sister again that my sister didn't want others to see the joke at this time.

"You go, mother...... Hiccup......"

If it weren't for the crying hiccups blocking the conversation, for a moment, the little sister would have to say something chilling, but fortunately, the words were the mouth, and the sister would not be hurt or hurt.

"Get up."

"I ......" Hearing the change in my sister's voice, my little sister was a little panicked and wanted to stand up, but she had already cried and had no strength, trembling and paralyzed on the road.

Seeing the situation, the aunt of the He family pulled up the little sister who was paralyzed on the ground, protected her in her arms and coaxed her - there were not a lot of unpleasant sounds around, and the little sister was still young, so it was hard to guarantee that there would be no problems because of impulse.

(1) Zhiluo belongs to Hangluo, which suddenly disappeared in the early days of the Republic of China, and now with the efforts of the intangible cultural heritage protection unit, it is not far from the day when Zhiluo will meet everyone again after more than 100 years.

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Digression: The reason for the disappearance of Naola in history has not yet been determined, and the story here is my personal association, so it does not belong to the real historical adaptation, and the story of An Liujie'er is the same, it is in the context of the real historical and social environment, the characters and stories are empty, out of respect for the real history, and the specific place names, times and historical events are blurred to a certain extent.

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