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"Grandma, are you embroidering the insole?"

Yang Qingwu, who had never touched the ground, was busy until after three o'clock in the afternoon, took a breath because there were no guests in the restaurant to eat.

Squatting under the wall at the door, he watched the neighbor of Grandma Chang sit on a rattan chair, embroidering the insole with a needle.

"Come here, Qingniu, see what kind of flowers are embroidered by the grandma? Is it beautiful?"

Her gray hair and wrinkles all over her face, she smiled extremely warm and kindly.

Women of this age usually carry a kind of tolerance and kindness that sees through the facts.

Grandma Chang lives next door, in her seventies, and is alone, and she is still very strong. She often moves a rattan chair and sits under a big banyan tree to embroider some exquisitely patterned insoles. Or she can listen to a Kunqu opera quietly, quiet and plain, and can be painted.

No one has ever seen anyone visit her. I heard some older people say that her man is a big deal. Later, he became rich and didn't want her anymore. I don't know whether it was true or false.

Originally, Yang Qingwu was not familiar with Grandma Chang. Although Yang Qingwu was not a sinister person, he did not have the traditional virtues of respecting the elderly and loving the young.

Just one day, Yang Qingwu had a moment of free time and was bored. He picked up a stick and squatted at the door. He wrote the beginning of "Taishang Ganying Chapter" on the ground. After writing it, he wrote a very bad comment with "The skeleton is steep, majestic, and quite elegant, with the legacy of the ancients."

As soon as I finished writing, I clapped my hands and got up to leave, but I almost ran into Grandma Chang who had been watching Yang Qingwu's writing.

The grandma looked at Yang Qingwu with a kind smile and said happily: "Qingniu, your handwriting is very beautiful!"

A warm and soft and nice Jiangsu and Zhejiang accent.

While using her feet to wipe off the handwriting on the ground, Yang Qingwu said embarrassedly: "How can you look good when you scratch it randomly! Hehe."

Yang Qingwu turned around and began his fate of running away. As for the beginning of "Taishang Ganying Pian" just now, he used regular script or a few cursive scripts to write the beginning of "Taishang Ganying Pian" on the ground, he just passed the boring time and did it casually.

But he didn't know that when he was busy serving tea and water to the guests, washing and cutting vegetables for the chef, Grandma Chang opened her mouth slightly and looked at one or two words that were not cleaned on the ground for a long time.

On that day, Grandma Chang did not embroider her insoles and make her cloth shoes as usual, nor did she listen to Kunqu opera. Instead, she lay on the smooth-grinded rattan chair, closed her eyes, and her fingers in her palms savored the structure and sharpness of the words Yang Qingwu!

From then on, Grandma Chang would ask Yang Qingniu to say something every time she saw him free.

Where is his home?

Are you used to eating Shanghai water and rice? Before leaving, I gave him a few pairs of patterns embroidered with beautiful lotus flowers.

Touching the lotus on the dense insole embroidered with the needle, Yang Qingwu remembered an idiom: "Lotus grow step by step."

Then he showed a self-deprecating smile and said to himself: "Even if you grow lotus step by step, you will soon go to the Western Paradise."

The soles given by Grandma Chang were reluctant to put them in the toes he wore, which was about to reveal his toes, otherwise it would be a bit chewy and peony, which would have greatly damaged the scenery.

After getting along, the grandma not only talked about Yang Qingwu about family matters, but also often played a few chess games with him.

To be honest, Yang Qingwu is not very good at chess, but he is better off in Go.

Fortunately, Grandma Chang is old and has a little energy, and seems to be better than Yang Qingwu, so the two of them often enjoy the game.

When Grandma Chang said, if you can beat me, I will tell you a wife, Yang Qingwu's enthusiasm will be even higher.

He felt that even if the grandmother didn't have granddaughters or granddaughters, she was still old and knew many people. She might be able to really give her a wife!

But unfortunately, Yang Qingwu has never won the game since then, but fortunately, Yang Qingwu is very patient in everything, not to mention that this is a lifelong event about himself, and he is not anxious!

Grandma Chang was very strange to play chess. An old lady who smiled kindly and kindly, but her style of chess was decisive and decisive, extremely decisive and tragic.

Yang Qing, who has always liked and was good at killing people with soft knives, has been tangled and painful when considering whether to change children or not.

Grandma Chang is very patient. She often smiled and looked at the young man with a flat head with less than ten yuan in front of her. She fell into memorial and reminiscence for the past. No one knew what she remembered? Or what she forgot?

Until Yang Qingwu had thought about it, he whispered: "Grandma, it's your turn."

Today, as usual, Yang Qingwu walked up to Grandma Chang, picked up the insoles embroidered with various patterns and looked carefully.

"Grandma, are you embroidered peonies? Is it the meaning of your embroidery that flowers bloom and wealth?"

Yang Qingwu rubbed the red and green peony patterns embroidered on the insole with one hand and asked:

"Qingniu, can you tell? OK! You took it to the pad!"

Many times this has happened. Grandma Chang first asked Yang Qingwu to guess what the embroidery pattern was, then handed out another one and stuffed it to Yang Qingwu to cushion!

"Grandma, you gave me much better. Besides, my stinky feet really don't deserve to cushion your beautiful insole."

Yang Qingwu really doesn't want to waste these beautiful insoles.

"Take it and take it."

Grandma Chang usually doesn't raise her head and stubbornly stuffs it to Yang Qingwu. Yang Qingwu is afraid that refusing will make the old man unhappy, so she will put it carefully. Anyway, he reluctantly put it on and put it in a red plastic bag.

When I am bored at night, I will take it out and look at the patterns of lotus, peonies, bamboo, orchids on it.

At this time, Zhang Sheng usually stumbled his lips, his eyes full of envy, and thought to himself: "I met Grandma Chang earlier than this calf! Why don't you give it to me?"

"Grandma, kill a piece of cake?"

"What? Do you miss a wife?"

Grandma Chang had a kind and warm smile on her face and said jokingly:

"I've thought about it a long time ago! Hehe."

Yang Qingwu usually walked into the simple and clean room arranged by Grandma Chang, found the chess, moved a stool, and set up the Chu River and Han Border under the big banyan tree, and mobilized chariots, horses and cannons.

"Qingniu, the soy milk powder you bought for me last time has not been drunk yet. I bought so many apples for me, an old woman can't eat it! Take it and eat it!"

The two of them started playing chess very quickly. At this time, Grandma Chang liked to chat with Yang Qingwu about family matters, or told him about the old calendar of Shanghai before.

"Grandma, you steam it in the pot when you eat, so you can bite it!"

After carefully examining the chessboard, Yang Qingwu moved the cannon carefully.

"Then I can't eat so much, it will be bad. Take some, green cow!"

Grandma Chang glanced at Yang Qingwu, who was cautious and cautious, and smiled and left the car casually!

In a moment, Grandma Chang's wrinkled smile flashed with a glimmer of wisdom that had been settled through vicissitudes of life.

Usually, in a game of chess, the two of them only lasted half an hour. The kind-hearted Grandma Chang would fight extremely fiercely. Yang Qingwu had only a few pawns left. Sometimes, Yang Qingwu also had a sudden enlightenment and took a few good moves, so that victory was in sight. However, the calm and unhurried Grandma Chang always had one move before him, which always made Yang Qingwu look very painful and depressed.

It’s not that Yang Qingwu has never tried to fight to the death, but that he is unconscious, but he just dies faster.

"Why are young people not fighting hard to play chess?"

"Young people love impulsiveness, so they must learn to be steady."

"It's good to be steady. How can those who do big things have no spirit of killing and decisiveness? You, Qingniu, why are you not as good as me, an old woman?"

"Haha, isn't you learning from the grandma?"

"Qingniu, you must remember that a man stands in the world and kills and attacks is the best way to achieve great things. His strategy is Hinayana. He has more than enough to maintain his achievements, but it is difficult to achieve style."

"Oh, grandma, what did you do before?"

"Me? What can I do? A dead man, the old orphan woman who lives by saving a little bit of money!"

"Uh... Grandma, you are so educated!"

"I've got a handful of bones, I always eat a few taels more than you!"

"Grandma, it's your turn."

"Oh, General, you're dead!" Grandma Chang arched the pawn forward, and there were not many chess pieces left on the chessboard, and it was a tragic image.

"Uh! Grandma, I regret it one step?!" Yang Qingwu locked her eyebrows and thought for a long time before she said tentatively with a smile:

"Do you still want a wife?" Grandma Chang threw away the chess piece in her hand and clapped her hands. She said:

"Oh, grandma, I'm going to work hard, I've received the chessboard in the house, and I'll move the rattan chair later."

Yang Qingwu put away the chessboard in a familiar way and said to Grandma Chang:

Usually the two of them only have one plate. One is that the old man has limited energy, but Yang Qingwu is very busy and really busy. The restaurant now has to greet him, which really corresponds to the saying that those who are capable work harder.

"A saint, a saint establishes the world, history is the plate, and all things are the sons, and black and white are clear. The emperor establishes rules, and the world is the plate, and the whole life is the son. Black and white can also be white. A master establishes virtue, life and death are the plate, and words and actions are the sons, and heroes make contributions. The place of action is the plate, and they do whatever they want, and it has nothing to do with black and white. A wonderful person establishes words, takes the body as the plate, and takes virtue as the son, and leaves the white. People in the world are confused, and they are the plate when encountering things, and human feelings are the sons, and it is difficult to distinguish black and white. Tell me which chess are you playing?"

Just as Yang Qingwu was about to turn around and leave, Grandma Chang suddenly said so many things that sounded strange.

Yang Qingwu also stopped and fell into deep thought. After a long time, he slowly spoke:

"A game of encountering things, a son who holds favor, and a chess that wins and loses."

"Yeah, go! Go!"

The old man seemed a little tired, waved his hand, closed his eyes, and lay on the wide rattan chair again.

"Only you can get the best if you have some attachments in your heart!"

He said another vaguely, it was a pity that he didn't understand, but it was not a pity, because he would see this sentence in the near future.

"Only when you have some attachment to your mind can you be the best."

In the eight simple words, how many people may have done this world that comes and goes.
Chapter completed!