On and off the bridge, flying waves are like smoke. Jiang Shijin and her aunt walked on the bridge with their grandmother in their arms, their thoughts drifting with the tide and scattered on the river.

"Shishi, I'm fine, don't worry about it all the time." It was Jiang Shijin's grandmother who spoke, who had injured her leg and had been in a wheelchair for a long time since she fell last time.

When the granddaughter came back, the grandmother was afraid that Jiang Shijin would be worried, so she walked a long way with a cane and came to HZ City.

"There is a convenient tourist service center not far ahead, so I'm going to borrow a wheelchair." Jiang Shijin didn't follow her grandmother's words.

In fact, Jiang Shijin is not only worried about her grandmother's body, but also condemns her young and ignorant self in her heart every time she sees these two older and older relatives.

"Shishi, your mental internal friction is not good for yourself."

The words of the roommate seemed to be a voice from outside the sky, and it sounded in his ears again, and Jiang Shijin's footsteps under the bridge were a little faster.

"Shishi, why do I always feel that when you embroider, it seems like you are forcing yourself with a vengeance?"

"Shishi, you can rest for a while...... In fact, if you think about it, there are still many people who are ......"

The embroidery art in Jiangnan is of the same origin, and there are many people who are still inheriting. In fact, Jiang Shijin's family does not only rely on embroidery to live, these Jiang Shijin himself knows it in his heart.

Just like what my roommate said, this inheritance is not without Jiang Shijin, it will die. But when such a family craft really falls on a person's head, it seems that it has to bring a lot of it.

I have to do it, it's not that I can't do it without me, it's just a sense of responsibility.

Jiang Shijin doesn't inherit it, maybe there are Li Shijin, Wang Shijin, Zhang Shijin - there is only one Jiang Shijin, but if thousands of "Shijin" think that there is no me, there will always be others......

These inheritances, in this era when they are not used to make ends meet, are only left with interruptions.

"Poetry!"

"Shishi, be careful."

It was her aunt's voice that evoked Jiang Shijin from her own world. Looking at the stone pier less than half a meter away in front of him, Jiang Shijin was a little afraid.

"Dad, did you say that at that time, she was afraid of such a yellow sand?" Ran Ning has been following his father to visit the famous places in Sichuan and Chongqing for the past few days, looking at the stone carvings in front of him, Ran Ning once again remembered his idol Fan Jinshi.

"If you spend your whole life doing what you think is right, but you don't succeed in anything."

"Then if you don't think what you think, will we still dare to follow in her footsteps?"

As a father, he knows that Ran Ning is not questioning the choices made by people like Fan Jinshi, but questioning himself.

Do your so-called followers just stay on the same protection?

"Aren't you and your classmates going our own way now?" The father slowly put down the camera in his hand, "There is only one way to go up from here, but you see...... No one walks the same. ”

"So, everyone sees the scenery differently,"

"That time I came with your mother, and she found a path that few people walked, and we saw the bamboo leaves, the kind of bamboo leaves that are bigger than the face......"

"You haven't seen it yet, have you? Dad will take you there in a moment. ”

On the way back, the father and daughter bumped into a group of elementary school students who came to sketch. There are no plums and plums, no snow and snow, and the random or deliberate graffiti on the painting scroll seems to convey only the mood of the painter.

"It doesn't matter what the child looks like, we parents should understand the inner world of the child from these pictures."

The teacher who led the team said to the parents of the students who didn't know: "But you are willing to let the children not study in extracurricular classes during the holidays, but come out to sketch, and the children's psychology will not be depressed." ”

"Dengdong Gao is a soothing roar, and a poem is written near the clear stream." The obscure and tasteless sentences in the high school textbook suddenly had their own home, and Ran Ning muttered in his mouth.

"Huh?"

"I see, from the heart."