"Wait a minute." Su Mu suddenly called out to the man.
"What...what happened??" The man was startled and quickly turned around and looked at Su Mu.
"Your handkerchief was stained by me." Su Mu's eyes fell on the bloody handkerchief in the man's hand, his voice paused, and then continued: "How about you give me this handkerchief, and I will buy a new one.
I’ll give you a new one.”
"No, no, it's okay, it's okay, I'll just go back and wash it." The man awkwardly pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled at Su Mu, his voice stammering.
"Is this handkerchief important to you??" Lin Jiu, who was standing nearby, looked at the man's reaction and couldn't help but asked a little strangely.
The man was startled for a moment, his head turned rapidly for two seconds, then he let out a long sigh and said in a low voice: "This handkerchief... was embroidered by my dead grandma for my grandpa..."
He slowly raised his head, looked at the end of the road, and said melancholy with an empty expression: "When my grandparents got married, my family didn't agree, so my grandpa said he would elope with my grandma.
It has been forty years since I left home. During these years, my grandma followed my grandpa and endured all kinds of hardships. When the family was at its poorest, everything that could be pawned was pawned. Only this handkerchief was mine.
A token of love from my grandma to my grandpa."
He sighed again, turned his head, looked at Lin Jiu and said slowly: "After grandma died, grandpa held this handkerchief every day, looking at things and thinking about people. Later, grandpa also passed away, and this handkerchief was passed down.
Come to my place."
"Oh..." Lin Jiu nodded after listening to his words: "I didn't expect there to be such a touching story in it."
"But..." Su Xiaoli stared at the handkerchief for a while, then opened his mouth and said in a clear voice: "But your handkerchief has calabash dolls embroidered on it..."
When her brother wiped his nosebleed with the handkerchief just now, she clearly saw the seven gourd brothers embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief.
"This..." After hearing Su Xiaoli's words, the man's face froze for an instant, and then he coughed twice in embarrassment and said, "What, actually, this handkerchief is not that old.
, just... in the 1980s, when the Calabash Wags cartoon came out... my grandma, she was a fan of Calabash Wags..."
Is it??
Su Mu blocked his nose with tissue paper and looked at him in confusion.
"Oh, look, why are we still talking about this here??" Seeing that he couldn't go on, the man quickly changed the topic and said: "It's getting late, haven't you guys eaten yet? Go back and eat early.
Well, the temperature is going to cool down soon, so I won’t bother you here any more, so take my leave!”
After he said this, he grabbed his brothers and ran away without saying a word.
Seeing Su Mu gradually being left behind by them, a boy next to him finally couldn't help but said: "Brother, is this handkerchief really a token of love from your grandma to your grandpa?"
"What a token! My wife bought this handkerchief for my son to wipe his mouth." The leader rolled his eyes at his younger brother and said, "Damn, luckily it was my son's when I left in the morning.
Calabash Handkerchief, if you take my daughter's Balala Little Demon Fairy handkerchief, I guess this lie will not be able to be fulfilled."
