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Chapter 56 [Youth] Xiaoqiao Nayue Gongchen An Bixia Orange Cloud Years Cold

Hanging out with childhood friends for a day, the tacit understanding as always, although a little alienated by time, still makes Jiang Shijin rarely relax.

The setting sun drags the sun down, and the flowing clouds urge the birds to return.I don't know when the smile disappeared from Jiang Shijin's face, maybe it was the moment when the sun set in the west, or the moment when the stars rose from the cold river...

It should be the moment when Jiang Shijin parted with her friends.It's not a play, it's just that the moon has no stars, and the clouds are scattered and the sun stands alone. It always looks like "a thousand mountains and birds fly away", which makes people sad and melancholy.

Jiang Shijin carries the melancholy of the stereotyped Jiangnan girl. As a young man in the new era, Jiang Shijin also took advantage of the trend of the Internet and diagnosed herself with the name of sunshine depression on Baidu.

From the family, from the society, and from themselves, young people nowadays seem to always have an unspeakable pressure, and Jiang Shijin's pressure comes precisely from her own requirements for herself.

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

"At that time, I always thought that the seat by the window had gilded you. You seemed to be shining every day. I wanted to ask questions with you, and I wanted to shine like you."

"Later, when I was admitted to university, I always wanted to sit in the window seat in the lecture theater... I just realized that it is you who shines."

Reminiscing just now, reminiscing about the past, a faint light flashed in Jiang Shijin's eyes, and then disappeared together with the starlight that fell into the water.

"Shishi, go back to your house to see your grandma. 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 reached the door of his house.Jiang Shijin twisted her fingers, raised the tails of her eyes in a panic, revealing a bit of light, not wanting her melancholy emotions to be noticed by her relatives.

"Shishi, and my friends..." Sure enough, she was noticed, and Jiang Shijin was trying to find a way to prevaricate. As an aunt, she was afraid of hurting the child's heart, so she turned back to the topic just now. .”

"It's all about hearing from the next bed in the hospital that my father has Parkinson's!"

How could my aunt not understand Grandma Jiang Shijin's thoughts.For the former himself, if he didn't hurt his hand, wouldn't his mother be so old to teach his granddaughter himself?

"I said that our family doesn't need to make a living by this now. If it doesn't work, we don't want to learn it. Your grandma also disagrees. She told me that people should not forget their roots, and told me that now you have the ability of Chinese painting. If you do this, you can always do it." better than us."

The aunt and nephew walked while talking like this, and when they finished talking, they had already walked to Grandma Jiang Shijin.

The old man's ears are also a little deaf. With deafness, if he hears some words or doesn't hear them, it's all as if he didn't hear them. It's hard for children to tell.

Jiang Shijin also knew that half of what her aunt said was for herself, and half for grandma.

Now seeing grandma frowning, squinting, chopping and chopping at a piece of embroidery thread, she is no longer as free-spirited as she saw when she was young.

The same proficiency, but with the pulse of years and years, beating and trembling, every time he failed, it seemed to hit Jiang Shijin's heart.

So Jiang Shijin blamed herself even more - if I could listen to my grandmother and aunt when they were at their peak and learn from them, instead of giving up because of two pricks with embroidery needles, would everything be different?
There are no ifs in the world, just like how anxious Jiang Shijin is now, she can't choose to take the embroidery thread from grandma, chop it up and return it back... Everything is a predestined choice, and all she can do is to do her best able.

"Girl, come and sit."

Grandma raised her hand to beck Jiang Shijin to her side, the aunt retreated silently, and closed the door: "You sit too, listen to what I told Shishi."

　Digression ①: I have time to make up pictures, I’m really busy recently, and then I have to find pictures in different mobile phones, don’t worry...

　　Off-topic ②: The one who participated in the event won the award, I still have two pieces of cloisonne that I haven’t found yet, and I have found them and sent them out together. In the past two days, I will let the operation director count this month, because there is not much update, TOP3 can choose one for each The little gift I want~
　　
　
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