The old lady just looked at Zhishan silently for a long time, seeming to be deep in memories.
At the end, she finally let out a long sigh and said in a bitter tone: "Well, how is that possible? It has been so many years. If Mr. Cheng is still alive, he should be an old man about the same age as me."
Hua Weiluo looked at the old lady in front of her curiously. After thinking about it, she couldn't hold it back and asked in a low voice: "Madam, is the Mr. Cheng you are talking about the person you have been waiting for?"
"Hey..." The old lady sighed, looking at Zhishan's face that was very similar to Mr. Cheng, her memory seemed to return to her youth.
"It was about sixty years ago." She said slowly towards Hua Weiluo in a slow voice: "At that time, a teacher came to the village. He came from the capital. He seemed to be the son of a wealthy family.
, but I don’t know why, but he willingly stayed in our village and taught the children in the village how to read and write.”
As she spoke, Zhishan's brows wrinkled tighter and tighter.
"The teacher is very handsome. Well, he is almost exactly the same as the Taoist priest sitting here." When the old lady said this, she looked at Zhishan seriously for a few more times, and then continued:
"At that time, all the girls in the village secretly had a crush on him, but the teacher never showed his favor for any girl."
"Although I am old now, when I was young, I was one of the most beautiful women in the village." The old lady smiled sheepishly, and then recalled: "One day it was raining heavily, and I was coming home from the fields.
, I didn’t bring an umbrella, so I happened to meet the teacher. It was raining heavily. He was wearing a light gray robe and holding an oil-paper umbrella and walked slowly in the rain. When he saw me, he was stunned for a moment, and then walked quickly.
Come to my side and help me block the heavy rain."
Perhaps this scene had been recalled over and over again in her mind, and she clearly remembered every expression on his face and every word he said that day.
"He told me his surname was Cheng, and he said it was raining so hard, why were you outside alone? Later, he sent me to the door of his house, left an oil-paper umbrella with me, and ran into the rain alone.
At that time, I mustered up the courage to shout to him, remembering to come and get an umbrella when the weather cleared up." The old lady smiled, her eyes suddenly dimmed and said, "But since that day, this person has never been seen in the village again.
"
"..." Hua Weiluo didn't know what to say for a moment.
Maybe this is love in ancient times. There are no text messages, no phone calls, and videos without thinking. Falling in love with someone may just be a word, an action, or a casual thing, but it can make people remember it for a long time.
So that in the long river of time to come, even if you are alone, you can persist in silence for so long.
"So, have you been waiting for Mr. Cheng to come back and get the umbrella?" After a long while, Haitang finally asked her softly.
"Yes." The old lady let out a long sigh, "But maybe, I won't be able to wait in this lifetime."
Zhishan's delicate brows frowned slightly. This happened sixty years ago. If someone hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten this incident long ago.
