The words on the oil paper umbrella seem to be written with a brush, but when you look closely, you can see the slightly sunken marks.

Chen Mange couldn't help but turn slightly, using the light to make himself see more clearly.

The brushwork of this character is elegant and vigorous, and it is different from any of the ones written by Lu Zian before.

If Lu Zi'an's running script is unrestrained and elegant, and his cursive script is unrestrained, then the running script he wrote at this time is stretched and erect, like a rowing or a boat, with a grand spirit and majestic spirit.

Fat brushes have bones, and thin brushes have flesh. Now Chen Mange occasionally practices calligraphy, so he couldn't help but shout in his heart.

Zi'an Ge's calligraphy has made progress again!

However, after appreciating the handwriting, she focused on the content.

The characters are very small, but you can still see them clearly when you get closer.

【There are vines and grass in the wild, and the dew is shining.

There is a beautiful person, and the clear and graceful person is beautiful.

Encounter and encounter are my wish.

There are vines in the wild, and there is no dew.

There is a beautiful person, as gentle as a clear and elegant person.

Encounter and meet each other, and be together with you.]

Whenever I write the word Man, the pen tip is slightly slow, as if it is a hint of tenderness.

Not obvious, but it is more touching.

"Do you like it?" Lu Zi'an looked at her with a hint of nervousness.

"I like it!" Chen Mange felt a little hazy mist in front of him, and blinked his eyes before looking up at him with a smile: "Why, suddenly I remembered giving me something?"

Lu Zian breathed a sigh of relief and tried to make her expression more natural. He reached out and lifted the hair hanging from her temples behind her ears. After calming down, he slowly said: "Encounter and meet me, and I will join you..."

While speaking, his fingers slowly went down until he wrapped her hand in his palm, and then he whispered: "Manman, are you... willing?"

Listening to his words, Chen Mange couldn't help but lower his head slightly.

Her hands were completely wrapped in his palm, and the umbrella handle in her hand turned and rubbed slightly in the palm, feeling warm and cool.

It rained heavily outside the house, but it was full of spring inside.

Is it a white hair that is linked together?

Chen Mange felt that her heart was about to jump into her throat. She wanted to laugh, but in fact, tears first overflowed from her eyes.

Until this moment, she still felt a sense of emptiness in vain.

Will all this be true?

Did she imagine those beautiful halos?

Maybe the next second, the lights disappeared and she returned to the dark house.

Many people are laughing...

Broom Star...Money Losing Goods...

In this world, beauty is always a flaw, and warmth is always short-lived.

The firefly illuminated a short distance in front of her, but it quickly went out.

Could it be that all this is just a dream. When I woke up from the dream, she was the only one left...

She subconsciously held the handle of the umbrella tightly, her lips trembled slightly, trying to smile, but her voice was trembling unresponsive: "What are you talking about..."

"I said, please spend the rest of your life with me." Lu Zian put his chin on her shoulders, looked at the hands that were shaking each other with gentle and pity: "Manman, I know you are afraid, but please believe that nothing is your fault."

He wanted to say this sentence for a long time, but he never found a suitable opportunity.

It was inevitable that I had a little bit of a deep conversation when it was too early. Later, I fell in love and got to know each other, but he couldn't bear to say anything more.

Chen Mange closed his eyes, and with his strength, she stepped back slightly, leaned against his arms, and finally cried out happily.

His eyes were gently caressed, and Lu Zi'an slowly said in her ear with a gentle voice: "Your cowardice, your weakness, your inferiority, your sensitivity, your worry, your negativity and gloom are not your fault. I know that the pain of childhood will accompany you for a long time, but I hope you can face yourself, forgive yourself, accept yourself, and treat yourself kindly. All of that is not your fault."

"They prefer boys over girls..."

"That's not your fault."

"Mom and Dad are dead..."

"That's not your fault either."

Chen Mange struggled slightly: "But you still have a long way to go, I..."

She doesn't want to be a burden...

"You will never be my burden." Lu Zian held her hand and tried a little harder to stop her from leaving: "When I let go of my hand, you will usher in a new life. Let's get engaged, Manman, I want to take care of you in a legitimate way."

Some people pursue fame and fortune, while others seek profit and power.

But those are just the illusion of life.

In Lu Zi'an's heart, the truly meaningful thing in life is to read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, and then spend the rest of his life with the one he loves.

After he finished speaking, his fingers gradually moved away, and Chen Mange slowly opened his eyes.

The eyes were clear, and the misty rain outside the house seemed to see the gentle smile of her parents in the hazy state.

Chen Mange lowered his head and wiped away his tears in a hurry, but he was not sure that his hand holding the handle of the umbrella was pulled back. He just looked back with tears in his eyes: "Okay."

This good word naturally responds to his previous question.

"Silly girl." Lu Zian held her tighter and whispered softly: "Do you know why I want to give you this oil-paper umbrella?"

All his thoughts were stranded. Chen Mange smiled and looked at the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and asked softly: "Why?"

"In addition to being a daily necessity for blocking the sun and rain, oil paper umbrellas are also an indispensable item for marriage customs and etiquette. At traditional Chinese weddings, when the bride gets married and gets into a sedan chair, the matchmaker will cover the bride with a red oil paper umbrella to ward off evil spirits." Lu Zian chuckled: "But for the wedding, you have to wait until you are twenty years old, but I will hold everything in front of you. Before the wedding comes, no steps should be left behind."

He never said sweet words, but Manman's strong appearance was a soft heart inside, and he couldn't bear to let her feel doubtful because of his uncertain attitude.

The two of them talked for a while, and the rain gradually stopped.

"It's time for dinner." But the old man who came here was leaning against the door frame smoking a cigarette, looking at them with a smile.

His eyes paused on the oil-paper umbrella, and he knocked his pipe on the door frame: "Yan'er is paired, good thing!"

Chen Mange lowered his eyes shyly and timidly, and the corners of his lips finally raised.

Hugo was really anxious and went quickly. After they finished their meal, the sun came out again.

Lu Zian carried the semi-finished product and came out to dry it. The whole yard was immediately filled with oil paper umbrellas.

A passerby asked loudly, "Oh, what a umbrella is made by Lao Kan? It's not something you can sell!"

"It's just thia. I want to buy a grandson. Oh, it's still the umbrella made by Lao Kan, it's easy to use!"

The old man went out to explain a few words. When everyone heard that it was a young man born in the village, he was very curious and looked in.

Lu Zi'an and the others looked at it, walked over and greeted him generously: "Hello everyone."

"Oh hello, hello, this young man looks so energetic, this Ni'er looks so handsome!"

Everyone was talking and talking, full of enthusiasm. When the old man said that they were a couple and were about to get engaged, everyone immediately congratulated them.

After harvesting a basket of blessings, Chen Mange's face turned red by them.

In the end, the old man said they wanted to go up the mountain to see Lao Kan, and everyone dispersed.

On the way to worship, Lu Zi'an felt unprecedentedly peaceful.

He made some small paper samples of oil paper umbrellas and burned them one by one in front of Kan Lao's grave.

The exquisite and exquisite umbrellas are painted with exquisite patterns.

Push it open one by one and then throw it into the fire.

If someone has seen Kan Lao's note, he will find that these patterns were all drawn by Kan Lao's lifetime.

Lu Zian filled all the dreams he had done, did not do, or just drew a rough figure that had not been able to supplement.

A cool breeze blew, rolling up the residue and spiraled up into the air.

Everyone looked up and couldn't help but sigh: The sky today is so blue...

"Let's go back, it's dark and you can't see the road."

Lu Zian responded, used the bamboo branches to tug the paper money, and waited until they were burned out and extinguished, and then he was sure that there were no Mars before turning back.

I rested in the village that night, but when I left the next day, Chen Mange put a sum of money under the pillow.

Not much, but it's enough for the elderly to live a little easier.

As the car gradually drove away from the misty village, Chen Mange's mood slowly calmed down: "Where will we go next?"

"You go back to Changyan." Lu Zi'an was confident and calm: "I will continue my itinerary."

If Lu Zi'an said such words before yesterday, Chen Mange would definitely deny it.

But at this time she was in a good mood and couldn't help but want to ask why.
To be continued...