Traveling with childhood friends for a day, although the tacit understanding as always was filled in by time and a little alienated, it still made Jiang Shijin rarely relax.

The sunset drags the sunset, and the clouds urge the birds to return. I don't know when the smile disappeared from Jiang Shijin's face, maybe it was the moment of sunset, the moment when the stars rose and the cold river rose......

It should still be the moment when Jiang Shijin and his friends were separated. It's not a play, it's just that the moon has no stars, and the clouds are scattered and the sun is lonely, always like "a thousand mountains and birds flying", which makes people sad and graceful.

Jiang Shijin has the melancholy of the stereotypical Jiangnan girl, as a young man in the new era, Jiang Shijin also took advantage of the wind of the Internet and diagnosed himself with a sunny depression name on Baidu.

From the family, from the society, from themselves, it seems that today's young people will always have an unspeakable pressure, and Jiang Shijin's share comes precisely from his own requirements for himself.

"Shishi, I really have to thank you for being admitted to college now." A friend who met Jiang Shijin today said this, "Although you were not a college bully in the class at that time......"

"At that time, I always thought that the window seat was gilded for you, and you seemed to shine every day, and I wanted to ask you questions, and I wanted to shine like you."

"When I was admitted to university, I always wanted to sit in a window seat in the lecture hall...... I realized that it was you who shined. ”

Reminiscing about just now, recalling the past, the glimmer flashed in Jiang Shijin's eyes, and then disappeared with the starlight that fell into the water.

"Shishi, go back to the house and see your grandmother, she has been embroidering for you all afternoon, we advised her to pay attention to her eyes, but she refused to listen."

It turned out that he had already walked to his doorstep. Jiang Shijin wrapped his fingers, and curled the tails of his eyes in a panic, revealing a little light, not wanting his melancholy mood to be noticed by his relatives.

"Shishi, ...... with friends" Sure enough, Jiang Shijin was planning to find a way to prevaricate the past, and as an aunt she was afraid of hurting the child's heart, so she turned back to the topic just now, "She always has to say that her hand is still stable now." ”

"It's all in the hospital and I heard from the bed next door that my father had Parkinson's!"

How could my aunt not understand Grandma Jiang Shijin's thoughts. For the former himself, if he hadn't injured his hand, he wouldn't have asked his mother to teach his granddaughter at such an age?

"I said that our family doesn't need to make a living from this now, and if you can't do it, you won't learn, and your grandmother doesn't agree, and she told me that people can't forget their roots, and they told me that now you have the ability to paint Chinese painting, and it's better than us to do this."

The two aunts and nephews walked like this, and when they finished speaking, they had already walked to Grandma Jiang Shijin.

The ears of the old people are also a little back, and through the back of the ears, some words are heard or not, as if they have not heard them, and it is not easy to break them as children.

Jiang Shijin also knew that half of her aunt's words were for herself, and half for her grandmother.

Now I see my grandmother frowning, squinting, and splitting and splitting at an embroidery thread, and she has long since lost the casualness she saw when she was young.

is the same skillful, but with a pulse that has lasted for many years, beating and trembling, unsuccessful again and again, it seems to have smashed on Jiang Shijin's heart.

So Jiang Shijin blamed herself even more - if she could listen to her grandmother and aunt at their peak, she would have been able to learn, instead of giving up because of two embroidery needles, would everything be different?

There is no if in the world, just like Jiang Shijin is in a hurry now, she can't choose to take the embroidery thread in her grandmother's hand, split it and return it...... Everything is a predestined choice, and all you can do is do your best.

"Girl, come and sit."

Grandma raised her hand and beckoned Jiang Shijin to her side, and the aunt silently retreated and closed the door: "You also sit, what I said to Shishi, you also listen." ”