Make umbrellas day and night, make umbrellas and sell umbrellas.

Xiao Wang wanted to meet Xiaodie again at the entrance of the alley and hand over the joy umbrella to Xiaodie to propose marriage.

Xiao Wang knew that Xiaodie was gone, but the place where they were once together would not be gone.

...

After saying that, the old man wiped the corners of his eyes and stood up and left again, this time a little far away.

I went from Changqiao to Xilengqiao, and I looked at Xishan and knew that this story was not fake.

And the story above the long bridge is the sad and beautiful Liang Zhu, and the final outcome of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai is to turn into butterflies.

I seemed to hear Liang Zhu's song vaguely in my ears, and I seemed to see two butterflies in front of me.

Starting from a piano sound, the sound of the piano sound is flying gracefully.

(three)

The third time I caught up with the old man was on Xileng Bridge.

"Do you want it?" The old man looked at me with a smile, as if he had become friends with me.

That was the last three hundred I had on hand, and there was an umbrella on each side, panting in a very embarrassed manner.

The old man is not young, but he is much calmer than me at this time.

The old man smiled and pulled out the umbrella from the bamboo basket. At this time, I laughed out loud.

That's not an umbrella, but a decorative umbrella that is decorated on it when drinking cocktails.

One pair of two, one red and one yellow.

"Wait, this is three hundred?" I smiled awkwardly and quickly took back the money.

The old man smiled and handed it to me: "This is not money, this is my last umbrella."

I grabbed two decorative umbrellas with skepticism, not to mention that they were a bit cute.

...

Let me tell you my story?

My surname is Wang and my name is Wang Wang, but I seem to have a very good memory.

It is also because Wang Wang, it sounds like a puppy barking, so someone calls me a dog.

Dog is me, and Xiao Wang is also me.

I've participated in the army and fought wars

But I obviously can't forget her, and I never married her in my life.

Last year, I could no longer make an umbrella.

Thinking about it now, I seem to have been working on an umbrella for the rest of my life, but I never met her again.

Maybe she felt that this place made her sad, so she never came again.

Her name is Bai Xiaodie, Xiaobai is her, and Xiaodie is also her.

Doesn't the name sound very good?

I coughed so hard that day, so I went to the hospital.

The doctor said it was pneumonia and asked me to quit smoking.

But I thought I might as well die earlier, so I was taught a lesson by the nurse in the corridor.

He said that I was disrespectful to me, so I walked to the first floor and there was a doctor there.

I went to the inpatient department and I met her again in front of the small flower bed of the inpatient department.

I put out the cigarette at that time, and I thought about countless encounters.

But she never thought it was like this, she was in a wheelchair in the pavilion.

Around her was a little girl who looked very similar to her, and the girl was pushing her in her twenties.

She was the one in the wheelchair, so I quickly stepped forward to ask.

But she no longer remembers me, and I said her name is Bai Xiaodie.

Her granddaughter is in her twenties. She lit her head and said that her grandmother was named Bai Xiaodie.

But she didn't recognize me and kept shaking her head.

The little girl asked me who I was, and I said I was her grandmother's neighbor.

I went to a private school together and sold umbrellas together.

Of course I didn’t dare to say that I had been in love with me, so I just came to propose marriage.

That day it was her granddaughter who said that grandma was in a bad heart and was a little forgetful.

I said there will be a surgery next week, but the risk of the surgery is very high.

I felt that I was not very embarrassed just by speaking, so I invited them to have coffee.

I didn't know what coffee was like, so the girl ordered it for us.

The girl ordered coffee by herself and ordered a cup of lemonade for each of us.

She said that grandma likes to drink lemonade with honey, and these two small umbrellas were the decorations on the lemonade at that time.

She and I.

That day I found out that she got married and had several children.

The children gave birth to grandchildren again, and the family reunion was different from mine.

I think this should be the case, it's enough to wait alone, there is no need to both of them alone.

I asked the child again about her grandmother and wife.

She said that grandpa had died long ago, so I was quite happy.

At that time, I thought about quitting smoking and living a few more years.

When Bai Xiaodie's surgery is over, he will go to find her.

Give her all the umbrellas that she can’t sell for years and treat her well in the future.

I told the little girl that after grandma was cured, she brought her to West Lake.

Back then, I was selling umbrellas by the West Lake, Lingyin Road.

If you say something about dementia, you may think of something by looking at it.

I was working on my own wishful thinking, and then I started to come to West Lake to wait every day.

But unfortunately I didn't wait, and I went to the hospital after I realized it.

The hospital said that the patient's privacy could not be disclosed, and it was useless for me to repeatedly beg.

The old man said, stood up here: "I can't wait, I may have died. Fortunately, I quit smoking and want to live a few more years. I don't want these umbrellas anymore, I'll give them all to you."

I didn't know why I was wet, and I felt something coming out of my eyes.

I said to the old man, "I must have forgotten it. I will wait for this time next week. Bai Xiaodie will definitely come!"

I don’t know why I said that at that time, but I only thought of the story of Xileng Bridge.

The love between Su Xiaoxiao, a talented woman in Qiantang, and Ruan Yu, the son of the prime minister of the dynasty, and that poem by Su Xiaoxiao:

I am riding a cart on the oil wall, and my husband rides a green horse.

Where to make one's heart? Under the pine and cypress in Xiling.

At this time, I saw Mucai Pavilion in the distance, with two couplets on it:

Where is the fragrant car of the Six Dynasties? The talented generation still exists in the green tombs.

His reputation has been left with ancient sites for thousands of years, and the events of the Six Dynasties are written in Xiling.

When I came to my senses, the old man had already left with a bamboo basket. He didn't look back and gestured to me, as if he believed what I said.

(postscript)

"That's how you spent the public expenses?" The boss looked puzzled and looked at the umbrellas on the table.

A gray umbrella, a wedding umbrella, and a pair of decorative umbrellas.

"Yes, but I beg you. Report an article. Maybe Bai Xiaodie is not dead and just forgot. If she posts this article, her granddaughter will be able to take her to West Lake next week." I said, clasped my hands together and begged.

The boss fell into silence and pointed his head: "You go and write, don't delay other people's affairs."

The press release was posted three days ago, and today I also arrived at West Lake as scheduled.

There are inexplicably many people coming to West Lake today. I seemed to have seen a pair of old men at the Mucai Pavilion as an appointment.

I sat and had a great time talking, but I remembered that I was a reporter.

I took one of my most beautiful photos of West Lake.
Chapter completed!