Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 732: Untouchable world (middle)

Holding the hydrangea in my hand, I had countless thoughts for a while.

The little guy hiding in the quilt also poked his head out. He stared at the hydrangea in my palm, and then looked down at the black spherical object in his arms. Know.

Touch the fine stitches with your fingers. After so many years, the hydrangea is still very well preserved. It can be seen that the old man attaches great importance to it.

"Grandma, can you tell me about your past?" I put the bamboo basket aside, and squatted in front of the old man holding the hydrangea.

"I'm getting old, and I can't remember many things clearly." Butterfly.

I can hear the old man's refusal, and I know it's impolite for me to ask, but now she is my only breakthrough, and there are some things I have to figure out.

The voice slowed down, and I raised the hydrangea in my hand: "Grandma, when did you make the hydrangea at the bottom of your bamboo basket? The craftsmanship is different from other embroidery, and the strangest thing is that the silk and satin have faded." , why does the pattern punctured with needlework still retain the previous color?"

When the old man heard the word hydrangea, his steady hands suddenly trembled slightly: "I made it casually many years ago. It's not a precious thing, just a memory."

"That's all?" The wrinkles on her face were trembling when she spoke, and it could be seen that she was very excited and couldn't hide it at all.

The old man was obviously not telling the truth, which further confirmed a guess in my heart.

Without touching it, I gently put the hydrangea back into the bamboo basket and covered it with satin: "I put the hydrangea back for you. I just saw that it is different from the silk and satin on it, so I am a little curious."

"The workmanship is different." The old man's expression eased a lot, and the wrinkles on his face stretched out: "This kind of hydrangea woman will only embroider once in her life, and the embroidery is not ordinary needles and threads, but her own. hair."

"Hair? No wonder after so many years, even the satin has faded, but the needlework is still tough and smooth, as bright as ever." I looked at the black needlework on the hydrangea, and then at the silver-haired old man in front of me. Grandma, this is the first time I feel the power of time so clearly.

"There is a skill in Suzhou embroidery called hair embroidery, which uses blue silk as thread and white silk as the backing." The old man didn't say anything, but I already noticed it.

The body, hair and skin are inherited from parents. Hair was used to convey loyalty and affection in the past. Women would give their hair to their lovers, implying eternal unity. Judging from this, this hydrangea must have extraordinary significance to the elderly.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" The old man looked at me with only the whites of his eyes, "If not, go and rest outside, don't touch the iron chain on the door, don't go near the red paper windows, and remember not to let the red candles in the house go out.”

She made some weird requests, but I didn't do what she said. I bent down and glanced at the little black figure in the quilt, and my eyes stayed on the ball in his arms.

"Grandma, are you a survivor of the pig cage apartment decades ago? Have you... eaten meat?"

As soon as I finished speaking, the old man's hand shrank back abruptly. Looking down, her fingertips were pricked with blood.

The old lady didn't expect me to say this at all, so she was caught off guard. I seemed to have revealed the secret deep in her heart.

Bleeding from his fingers, the old man held the half-embroidered satin in a daze, the blood dripped on the white brocade, staining the silk thread red.

"I've never mentioned this to anyone, how do you know?" "Jinghai is so big, and you live in a pigpen apartment for several years. This is a very abnormal thing in itself." I stood by the bed, lifted the quilt on the bed, and hid inside The short black shadow swished and hid behind the old man: "The person you have been waiting for should be this child. Although I can't see clearly what he is holding in his arms, it is exactly the same size and shape as the hydrangea in your collection. I once Looking at the ancient building from Bai Ya'er's house on the fourth floor, this little guy ran out from there. You said you have no family, so why do you stick to the red building?

Waiting for a child who ran out of an ancient building every night? Since he has no blood relationship with you, there is only one possibility. You two knew each other a long time ago, and the hydrangea is the best proof. "This little guy has been holding the hydrangea all the time, which means that it is his most precious thing, and you have kept the hydrangea for more than 70 years, which shows that you also care about it." Taking a breath, I sorted out all the clues in my mind: "There is also a sentence you said just now - seventy years have passed by me, and he just repeated it for another night." At that time, you said it in an exclamation tone. I didn't understand this sentence at first, but after seeing the same hydrangea between you two, I gradually understood it. You and this little guy lived in a pigpen apartment over seventy years ago, but something has changed

So, you survived, and he encountered unfortunate things. "

After I finished speaking, cold sweat broke out on my back. I was very worried that the old man would be like Zhang Shuxue, unable to stand the stimulation, and being obsessed with taking over his body.

A few minutes passed, and the old man was still sitting where she was. She turned her head to look at the small black figure behind her, and there was a very complicated emotion in the eye sockets full of whites.

"That's right, I am the survivor of the pig cage apartment." The old woman slowly closed her eyes, and told me a story that was darker than despair.

"More than seventy years ago, in order to escape the chaos of war, my whole family came to Jinghai from southern Shonan, which was still a foreign concession at that time."

"My father is a silk merchant, and he has already arranged everything before he came here. He thought he could escape into the concession, but who would have thought that the concession would delay it again and again, and we were finally temporarily arranged in the Longchang community, and became here. Earliest tenant."

"At that time, I was only eight years old. I learned Su embroidery from my mother every day, and I was looking forward to entering the foreign concession as soon as possible. Unfortunately, every time I waited for my father to come back late at night, this only hope would be in vain."

"The war is raging and the people are struggling to survive. More and more people want to seek refuge in the concession. More than a month has passed, and there are at least tens of thousands of people stranded outside the Beijing Customs."

"Longchang was continuously expanded under the spontaneous organization of the disaster victims, and new tenants moved in. He appeared at that time."

"His name is Gu Junsheng, he is one year younger than me, he is not taller than me, and his body is thin. When I first saw him, I thought he was a sick child."

"His father is a soldier. It is said that he is on the front line. It is not easy for his mother to pull him alone."

"There are a lot of children in Longchang, but they are very wild, and it is common to fight and fight. Junsheng is always the one who is bullied. Once I couldn't stand it and helped him. From then on From now on, I will have one more follower."

"He likes to read and watch me embroider, but I like to listen to him read poems."

"Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one column to think of Huanian. His voice is very pleasant. After getting along for a long time, I slowly realized that he is not thin, but rather handsome."

"This kind of life lasted for a period of time. About seven months later, the front line was tight and the battle was defeated one after another. The flames of war finally reached Jinghai. All supply channels were cut off, and Jinghai became an isolated city."

"The supply of the army has become difficult, and the food distributed to the refugees is naturally less and less, until finally, the concession completely abandoned the tens of thousands of people outside the customs. They even set up machine guns on the Hongqiao port. People outside Anyone who forcibly breaks through the barrier will be shot directly."

"The hope of entering the concession to take refuge was completely shattered. At that time, some people tried to leave Jinghai. Tens of thousands of people are trapped outside the customs.”

"There is no fixed source of food. Tens of thousands of people are like locusts. Frogs, fish fry, voles, everything that can be eaten is stuffed into their stomachs. Later, even fern roots, grass stems, and bark have to be competed for. "

The voice of the old man was trembling, and she closed her eyes tightly: "Dragonflies will eat their own tails when they are extremely hungry, and people will do even more terrifying things when they are hungry. A special kind of 'meat' began to appear among the refugees."

"If you don't eat, you will die, if you die, you will be eaten, crazy, all crazy."

"In a few months, fewer and fewer people were alive, from strangers to family members, weeping and swallowing. Longchang was called the pig cage apartment at that time."

"My mother committed suicide because she wanted my father to stay and take care of me, but she didn't expect that my father never came back after going out once." "From tens of thousands to thousands, but only used It’s only half a year. In order to survive and avoid unnecessary deaths caused by fighting, someone in the apartment has formulated a new set of rules. Everyone has their own number. When the last person is eaten, the next person will be randomly selected an editor

The number serves as food..."

Called hands covered her face, the old woman lowered her head, I couldn't see her expression. "Unfortunately, I was drawn in the second month. That night after I washed my body, I stayed in the house alone, and there were guards outside. I couldn't tell whether it was fear or relief. I sat in the room where my mother used to sit. On the chair, I was like a long time ago, threading needles, I want to give Junsheng

Keep one thing. "

"In the middle of the night, Jun Sheng came to me suddenly. He said he had found a way to avoid the guards and escaped, and he wanted to walk with me."

"I believed it was true. When it was about to dawn, he led me to sneak out of Longchang quietly, walking the same way as usual, but there was no guard." "When we got close to the enemy-occupied area, he He suddenly said that he forgot to take something very important, and asked me to wait for him in a certain mountain where we used to play together, but who knew it would take so long..."