The Peach Blossom Village of the Cat Boss

Chapter 137 Beauty is late
The motorcycle was driving on the country road, and Wang Tianyang was very excited.

He could finally see the charismatic proprietress who was wearing a cheongsam and smoking big cigarettes in his old lady's mouth!

I don't know, is she consistent with what I imagined?
What would such a character look like in his 90s?
With all kinds of wild thoughts, Wang Tianyang rode a motorcycle and shuttled among the shadows of the trees.

In the distance, a big sun hangs in the sky.

Under the peach tree, Mao Daxian, whose body was hot from the sun, suddenly woke up, yawned and walked to the shade to lie down again.

Wang Tianyang greeted Mao Daxian with a smile, increased his horsepower, and rushed out of Taohua Village.

Mao Daxian lazily raised his head and glanced at him, then changed his posture again.I fell asleep comfortably.

Taohua Village is in the southernmost part of Jianshi County, and Mianyang Village is in the northernmost part of Jianshi County.

The two small villages are a little far apart.

It takes about an hour to drive a motorcycle with maximum horsepower.

Enjoying the scenery of each village along the way, thinking wildly in my mind, an hour passed quickly.

When Wang Tianyang came back to his senses, he had already reached the entrance of Miyang Village.

Mianyang Village is different from Taohua Village. It is not built at the foot of the mountain, but directly on the hillside.

Various buildings from top to bottom, one level at a time, look like steps from a distance.

This village belongs to a multi-ethnic mixed settlement.

Most of the people in the village are Tujia people, and they live in different houses from Wang Tianyang and the others.

Their houses are all wooden stilted buildings, which look more antique than the blue brick houses in Taohua Village.

However, this place is the same as Peach Blossom Village, the people left behind are mostly old people, feeling old with a loss of vitality.

Most of the old people here wear traditional Tujia costumes, and they are very enthusiastic when they see young people entering the village.

But they were full of local accents, and Wang Tianyang couldn't figure it out after asking for a long time.

The mountain road was bumpy, and Wang Tianyang bumped his motorcycle for a while before he met an old man who knew a little Mandarin.

"Li Shuhua, I know, I know her. Why are you looking for her?"

There are only a few teeth left in the old man's mouth, but his bones look very strong.

"Make clothes, hehe, she can't make clothes."

"If you want to see her, go through that path and see a separate building halfway up the mountain. That's her house. She has lived there for many years."

Wang Tianyang looked in the direction of the old man's finger.

Halfway up the mountain, there is a lonely bungalow.

It's not a house on stilts, but a house where Han people live.

"Huh? She is so old, and she lives so far away by herself?"

Wang Tianyang was a little surprised.

"This woman is very withdrawn. She doesn't get married or have children, and she doesn't usually like to associate with us."

"She was like this when she was young. She suddenly appeared in our village. We felt sorry for her and let her live."

"I heard that she had a fall some time ago, and it seemed to be quite serious. That's it. She still doesn't want us to help."

"This woman has something wrong with her mind."

The old man muttered, as if he had a lot of opinions on Li Shuhua.

As Wang Tianyang listened, he became even more curious about Li Shuhua.

After bidding farewell to the old man, he parked his motorcycle on the side of the road and ran to the middle of the mountain excitedly.

The roads in that place are bad, so you can't drive.

As the lonely one-story house got closer, Wang Tianyang's vision gradually broadened.

From a distance, he seemed to see a well-dressed old man sitting at the door basking in the sun.

Could it be that that person is Li Shuhua?
Wang Tianyang cheered up, left and ran over at a faster pace.

When he came to the old man, he finally saw the old man's face clearly, and then he showed a regretful expression.

More than 90 years is enough time to destroy anything beautiful and delicate.

At this time, Li Shuhua's face was full of wrinkles, and his skin was covered with age spots, and the traces of his youth could no longer be seen.

She has little hair left, not much teeth left, and her eyes have become cloudy.

The bright woman in my old lady's memory has become like any ordinary old man in the world, so old that she can't see a trace of life.

The beauty is late.

Wang Tianyang sighed in his heart, walked slowly to the side of the old lady, and squatted down:

"Old man, you are Li Shuhua, right? Can you still make clothes now?"

The old lady's cloudy eyes turned to Wang Tianyang.

But her expression didn't change at all, she still had that lifeless look.

After a while, the old lady moved her mouth, but made no sound.

"Old man?"

Wang Tianyang thought it was because her voice was too low, so he put his ear close to her.

"puff!"

Who knew, the old lady suddenly spat at him.

Unexpectedly, Wang Tianyang was taken aback.

He looked at the old man in front of him, but couldn't say a word.

In my mind, I recalled the old man's complaint just now:
"This woman has something wrong with her mind."

What did Li Shuhua do to him before to make him so old, and still have a grudge against Li Shuhua.

Now, he somewhat understood the old man's complaints.

Just when Wang Tianyang was in a mess, he suddenly heard a roar coming from the room:

"Li Shuhua! Don't be like a child, okay? I've taught you so many times, don't spit at anyone!"

Then, he saw a young girl running out of the house in a hurry, grabbing a towel along the way.

This girl was at most eighteen or nineteen years old, but her eyes did not have the childishness and ignorance of a student.

She is wearing a set of Chinese casual clothes. Although the style is very simple, the buttons and lace on it are very delicate. It can be seen that the person who made this dress has a good foundation.

Wearing it on her body makes her very temperament.

"I'm sorry, she fell down before, she was paralyzed, and her brain was broken. Now she is like a child, spitting at everyone, don't care about her like her."

As she said that, the girl went to the faucet next to her to wash her towels, and hurried over to call Wang Tianyang to wipe her face.

The two chatted while washing their faces.

"Uh, what's your relationship with Li Shuhua? Didn't I hear that she was never married and had no children? I heard you kept calling her Li Shuhua?"

"I'm an orphan. My parents lost me. She picked me up. She didn't let me call her mom or grandma, so I had to call her by my first name."

The girl crouched next to the faucet and replied with a smile.

She looked at Wang Tianyang with curiosity.

The two continued to chat for a while.

Wang Tianyang learned that the girl's name was Li Jiajia. She was 19 years old this year. She dropped out of junior high school and entered the society. Before that, she was a resident singer in a bar in the city.

Some time ago Li Shuhua broke his body in his hometown, so she came back from the city and took care of Li Shuhua at home every day.

"Hey, Uncle, I just heard you tell Li Shuhua that you want to ask her to make clothes, right? How much do you plan to pay?"

uncle?

Wang Tianyang struggled for a while, and finally accepted the title.

He wiped the drops of water off his face and shook his head:

"I didn't want to ask her to make clothes, but I wanted to ask her to teach me how to make clothes. It's a pity. Such a good craftsmanship has been lost like this."

The suit on Li Shuhua himself, and the suit on Li Jiajia, looked very exquisite.

Moreover, none of them are available in the market.

Presumably, it should have been done by Li Shuhua himself.

Compared with the gorgeousness described by my mother, these two clothes have a little more simplicity and simplicity.

This kind of craftsmanship is really amazing.

It's a pity that Li Shuhua is now completely paralyzed, his mind is not clear, and no matter how good his skills are, he cannot be taught to him.

"Who said it was lost! I can make clothes! You just say how much you are willing to give, and I can teach you!"

Just when Wang Tianyang was extremely regretful, Li Jiajia's philistine voice came from his ear.

(End of this chapter)