The light rain fell in the rain, and the cloak was scattered, and the wetness was very uncomfortable against the skin.

It's been a long time since she's been so embarrassed.

When she was young, her father was an alcoholic, and every time she came home drunk outside, her mother always complained with a sad face.

At first, it was just a quarrel, but one day my father picked up a pole and smashed my mother's mouth, and my mother never spoke again.

So my father, who was always drunk, found that violence was always the fastest way to solve the problem.

After that, there were often screams in her home.

Later, her mother stopped crying, and every time her father hit her, she sneered.

The more you fight, the more you laugh.

And she has always treated Xiaoyu like this.

At that time, there was an old storyteller in the town, who sat at the street corner every day and told stories. or anecdotes from the past, or the chaos in the world a hundred years ago. His stories are all clichés from the book, and with the old words of the stinging teeth, the people always do not understand what he is saying.

There is only a light rain, which comes every day.

Because my father drank every day. If you don't have money to drink, you go and steal it.

The stolen wine is not good.

My father, who was drunk every day, beat his mother first thing when he got home every day.

"My wife is the best accompaniment to the drink. ”

At first, Xiaoyu hid under the table, in the cabinet. Later, when her father smashed the tables and cabinets, she ran out and wandered aimlessly on the streets.

One day, I heard the old gentleman tell a love story of a talented and beautiful woman on the street corner, which made her stop and linger.

It turns out that between men and women, in addition to drinking and fighting, there can be something else.

For example, love.

Since then, Xiaoyu has come to the old gentleman every day to listen to the story. The old gentleman had always been a storyteller with little audience, and he remembered it after Xiaoyu came two or three times.

This dirty little girl is often wounded.

But when I listen to the story, my eyes are bright.

So the old gentleman began to tell her more stories that she liked to hear, and lent her some books to teach her to read.

She's smart, she's impressed, and she's got a sense of it. Even after reading two poetry collections, I began to write poems against the autumn wind and the sunset.

The old man often thought that if she had been born in a freer era, she would have been able to make a difference.

After all, the poems she wrote are no longer inferior to those ancient books.

At the turn of the year, the mountains and rivers flow.

The years will never be willing to flow quietly.

As long as there is wind, there is a rush.

On that day, the old gentleman waited until the sun went down, and did not see a light rain.

It's just by chance that there is another orphan in the little beggar pile in the town.

A girl with a cold smile.

At this moment, Yibei fell in a pool of blood, and everyone else followed the catch, only Yibei's mother was still trembling lightly on her.

"Go and call the doctor!" Xiaoyu shouted distractedly. But except for the poor mother who couldn't be herself, there was no one in the prosperous mansion.

Everyone fled as if they were fleeing from the plague.

Even the most faithful slave has the duty of sweeping the floor, and he cannot get out of it.

The suspect who turned himself in, needless to say, is the luthier. Xiaoyu immediately went to the county office to confess. Even if you can't clear the pianist's name, you must live and die with him.

However, Yibei collapsed in front of herself with her last breath and did not ask for a doctor......

"All this she endured was for me......" Xiaoyu struggled inwardly, "But if he goes to take the blame, why not for me......"

"But isn't all this because of her...... It was she who wanted to steal the umbrella herself, and it wasn't me who instructed her......"

"I never asked her to do that......"

"It's all her own ......"

"There are so many people, her mother is also there, isn't it just to find a doctor, someone must have gone there......"

"If I don't go to the county office, I'm afraid he will ......"

......

The little poncho stumbled to the yamen, his thoughts were always chaotic, and he didn't think of any plans. It's just that a woman, in love, is always willing to give everything to him.

She remembered that the old gentleman once told a story about a child of the rivers and lakes, one was a foreign powerful county lord, and the other was a famous and decent female head, for a demon boy, he gave up glory and fame and fortune, and just wanted to spend his life feeding him Mei.

She never understood why they loved to eat Mei.

But at this moment, she also wants to use this life to feed him Huamei.

When she arrived at the county office, she was no longer in sight.

A servant sat on the threshold drinking tea, and when he saw Xiaoyu, he greeted him with a smile: "The girl is here to find the violinist?"

Xiaoyu was a little dazed: "Yes...... I stole the umbrella!

The official rubbed his hands together with a smile and said, "What kind of adult am I?" We can't do these things. You're talking about listening to the treasure umbrella of the rain building. ”

"This master, the violinist is wronged, you let me in!" Xiaoyu said hurriedly.

"Girl, you listen to me. The old man suppressed a mouthful of yellow teeth, and black gas came out of his mouth when he spoke, "The case is closed." Young Master Bai came forward to intercede and returned the treasure umbrella, and this matter was over. ”

"What...... What ......" This turn was unexpected, Xiaoyu was surprised and delighted, "Piano Master...... Is he okay?"

The official was very happy to see that she could finally listen to her words, and the black breath in her mouth quickly came out of her nose. Thinking of the entrustment of his predecessors, he hurriedly said, "Yes, he left with Young Master Bai." Before leaving, he told me that a woman would come to him in a short time and ask me to tell her......"

After a pause, he said, "It should be you." ”

Xiaoyu hurriedly said, "What did he say?"

"He went to marry Young Master Bai's sister, and I hope you can also attend his wedding. Your talent is outstanding, if you have the heart to ......"

The next words are no longer audible to the light rain, but I only remember the rain that day, which was disturbed and extremely cold.

......

"Dad, mother, this is my father-in-law. ”

"He is introverted and doesn't speak much, so you are more forgiving. ”

"In the future, we will be a family, under the same roof, we will discuss something, and there is nothing that we can't get by. ”

"A family, most importantly, is neat and tidy. ”

"Dad, I brought you a jar of good wine, which must be better than the wine you stole back then. ”

"Mother, this is the roast duck from Quanjufang in the west of the city, you have been talking about it for many years, and today I finally brought it to you. ”

"And you, don't giggle, haven't you seen it already? This is a new chapter from the Jinna White Emperor's door. I remember you said that Jinna is the land of music and rhythm, and you have always wanted to go there. ”

"But now, you're all buried in the earth, and you can't go to many places. ”

"Do you regret it?"

"You ...... Do you regret it?"

Xiaoyu looked at the three tombstones in front of her and smiled coldly.

After placing the offerings in front of the grave, Xiaoyu held a vegetarian oil umbrella and walked back to the town slowly.

On the bridge paved with blue bricks, I saw a little brother without an umbrella, smirking in the rain.

His eyes are clear and clear, like a clear spring, reflecting the figure of a person, like an old man.

"You and I met in the rain, so you can call me Xiaoyu. ”