Jiang Yang looked at the many ropes on the sailboat, "Can you do this?"
"It's very simple."
Li Qingning said that just use an electric winch to raise the foresail and mainsail, and then reefing and other things can be done once.
Jiang Yang was amazed.
Li Qingning accepted Jiang Yang's admiration.
She just liked Jiang Yang's unexperienced look.
As she spoke, she took out a medicine box from her bag, took out a pill from it, and took a bottle of water from the cabin for him to take.
"What's this?"
"Seasickness medicine."
Jiang Yang shook his head: "No."
After finally getting rid of taking pills as a meal, Jiang Yang refused to take medicine and would not take medicine if he could.
"Then this is it."
Li Qingning threw a bottle of Coke to Jiang Yang, "It can relieve some of this."
"I told you earlier."
Jiang Yang became happy. With this method, who would need rare medicine?
Li Qingning had known this for a long time.
However, some people only know how to turn back after suffering.
Father Li and Mother Li arrived.
Sister Xia and Zhu Li carried their things and got on the boat. After preparing their things, the boat left the dock.
The sun was just right. Then Jiang Yang fainted. At this time, Jiang Yang finally knew why Li Qingning asked him to drink Coke. His stomach was already churning, but he suddenly burped and breathed out, which relieved him a lot, but only a little.
It worked.
but--
Feeling dizzy and swaying, Jiang Yang suddenly remembered a lot of things.
Mother Li was originally talking about Li Qingning. She didn't let him take medicine, but she didn't know how distressed she was. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yang next to him suddenly sat up, took the manuscript paper and pen, lay on the table, and wrote with trembling hands:
"—Hey, Trumpeter, what's wrong with you?"
In this section, the narrator of "The Pianist on the Sea", the trumpeter Max, recalled that he encountered a storm after boarding the ship, was shaken around, and vomited. At this moment, he met 1900.
1900 wore elegant dark clothes, walked calmly, and waved him over.
They opened the hook of the piano. Under the violent storm, the ship was rocking violently, and the piano was floating back and forth with the waves. 1900 was playing the piano, using the keyboard and notes to control the piano as he pleased, dancing with the ocean...
…
The script is dry.
Even though Jiang Yang used writing to describe the scene, it was still not that vivid. But when Li Qingning read this paragraph and listened to the sound of the piano in his heart, he could not help but think that it was not about love, but it was absolutely romantic and dreamlike.
picture.
For piano players, this paragraph may be a bit ridiculous, but they will definitely like this handsome and chic piano playing scene. Just like people who like racing and drag racing, they will definitely like the bridge that turns the drainage channel.
part.
"good."
Li Qingning nodded and looked around, "Dad, should we also put a piano on the boat?"
They all stayed under the flybridge.
The flybridge area of this ship is quite large, with both the captain's driving area and a deck at the back, where you can blow the sea breeze from a high place.
Father Li: "I'm sick."
Li Qingning: "I might be motivated to practice the piano on the boat."
Mother Li thought: "That can be a try."
Father Li: "That's okay."
Li Qingning ignored them and let Jiang Yang lie on her lap to make him feel more comfortable.
It's like no one has a husband.
***
A very ordinary northern rural area.
It's getting a little cold.
Autumn leaves are very obvious here, the leaves are turning yellow, the branches are becoming drab, and the dates are turning red.
The aunt took a bamboo pole used for cracking walnuts, stood in the yard, and beat the jujube tree in the yard hard. The jujube tree was quite old, and now it is old. The main trunk was divided into two branches, and one branch was already withered.
, there was no result; there were quite a few dates on the other fork.
There are a lot of bugs.
She whipped the date tree hard, and the dates fell to the ground like "cannonballs". One of them even hit the back of her hand.
She was in pain and tired, so she took a rest, then picked up the bamboo pole and hit the branches near the roof.
This is a small bungalow. Below is a rice scraper, which is a place for burning firewood for cooking. The bungalow is on a small slope, and a branch of a jujube tree is built over it. It is full of fruits. If it were normal, my grandson would have eaten it all.
.
but now--
The grandson is at his grandmother's house. His grandmother's house is in the countryside and it is convenient to go to school. Now there are central schools. There are no schools in small mountain villages, so everyone has to go to the countryside to go to school. So her son and daughter-in-law go out to work hard to make money and plan to buy a house.
.
Auntie is sitting on the steps to rest.
After she buys a house, she will live in this yard alone.
He might die one day, and it would take several days for him to be discovered.
One of her neighbors who often sat and chatted with her was someone who lit a briquette stove for heating in the winter and died of gas poisoning. They hadn't seen each other for a few days and they thought she had something to do and didn't come out. They had to sense something was wrong and ask a young man to climb over the wall and get in.
, people are long gone.
It would be nice if that was gone.
Not painful.
This man is useless when he gets old. The only one who is somewhat useful——
The aunt looked at her cell phone and decided to make a call.
Thinking of this phone call, she laughed.
For a period of time, she often received a phone call. When she asked, she dialed the wrong number. Then she called again and made the wrong number again. She thought of many answers: it was haunted, the call was made by an old man in the underworld, it was a prank, and the telecommunications company deliberately used the phone to waste money.
Where's her phone bill?
later.
The neighbor told her that there was no charge for answering the phone.
She stopped hanging up and stopped asking questions. Knowing that the other person was in a bad mood, she occasionally nagged and tried to persuade him.
Sometimes she felt that it was good to have such a phone by her side. It was much better than sitting at the door, eating alone, and occasionally passing by to chat and ask "Have you eaten?"
after that.
She received another phone call. This girl spoke very nicely, as if she was singing. She started asking questions like she was checking her household registration. After listening for a while, the aunt realized that it turned out that the silent person on the phone was her husband.
The gifts I received during the Mid-Autumn Festival yesterday were from that girl. Many of them were good things that she had never heard of.
It's a pity that I didn't leave an address, otherwise she would have sent some dates there.
Auntie went to pick up dates.
Just then, she heard the sound of a motorcycle coming from outside.
This voice was very familiar to her.
The motorcycle stopped, and his son walked in carrying a box of milk and moon cakes made in the village, followed by his grandson.
The grandson called grandma and sat there playing games on his mobile phone.
Son: "Mom, I came here (yesterday) and just came back. I'm staying at his grandma's place, so I didn't bother to give it to you."
"It's okay."
The aunt invited her grandson to eat dates, hoping to please him and get him closer.
Or put down your phone and talk to her more.
The grandson picked up a bright red one on the ground and ate it, "Bah, bah, there are bugs."
The son ignored him and looked up at the jujube tree, "In winter, saw that branch to death."
"OK."
The aunt agreed and went to the house to take out a box of biscuits.
This biscuit is very delicious. She has never tasted such delicious biscuits. It is not too sweet, not greasy, and very fragrant.
After she received it yesterday, she shared it a little with the old sisters who were sitting and chatting with her.
In the end, they all came to her house to share a little bit. If she hadn't thought about saving it for her grandson, she would have finished eating it yesterday.
This biscuit is packaged very well and must be very expensive.
When the son saw it, he said, "Yeah! These biscuits must be valuable. Who gave them to them?"
The aunt couldn't explain clearly, so she said: "A relative."
The young couple are both weirdos.
The aunt gave her grandson a piece, and the son came over and said, "Tell me to try it too."
They tasted a piece.
The grandson put down his cell phone: "Grandma, give me another piece."
However, the son had already taken the box and ate one piece first, "These biscuits are not bad."
He asked which relative.
The aunt continued to prevaricate: "It's such a distant relationship, you can't recognize it."
She snatched the box and gave it to her grandson. She smiled proudly and the wrinkles on her face relaxed a lot.
She felt that she had to hide other snacks so that the water would flow smoothly.