There is a pawnshop in the deep alley with pink walls and black tiles. Because it is remote, there are few people visit it. But today, there is a middle-aged man standing in front of the pawnshop of pear blossom wood carvings, standing in front of the pawnshop of pear blossom wood carvings, looking very solemn.
A middle-aged man walked into the store. The quaint decoration and the faint fragrance floating in the air were the same as before. The boss sat quietly on the chair, and behind him was the guy Meng Ke, who seemed to be waiting for someone.
Middle-aged man is used to the list. His white hair is as white as frost. His face is engraved with the vicissitudes of time, but he is not without elegance. He is old and cannot tell his age. But he is the same as when he first met him. Time seems to have failed.
No matter what, the middle-aged man came to his senses: I want to retrieve the oil-paper umbrella. Haha, Xiaofeng, you have exceeded the deadline for too long. That umbrella has become a dead end. It is very popular and you cannot redeem it. The boss smiled elegantly.
"Then why don't you tell me that I will lose my memory related to my grandmother? Why?" Faced with the boss's answer, the middle-aged man named Wu Feng could no longer hold back. He seemed a little hysterical and grandmother full. She wanted to chat with me, but I basically couldn't remember what happened before!
"This is the rule, we just took away your memories related to that umbrella." The boss said slowly, "You should have known this rule back then."
Back then... Meng Ke, who was standing behind the boss, still remembers the scene when he first met Wu Feng. At that time, there would often be drizzle in this small town in Jiangnan, and the rain fog in the ammonia box was as gentle as the caress of my grandmother.
In the rain curtain, an oil-paper umbrella slowly approached. Meng Ke still remembers that the flowers painted on the umbrella are bathed in the rain and dew, and umbrella bones are crystal clear in the rain. The old lady holds such an umbrella called a treasure and brings Wu Feng, who is eight or nine years old, to the store to shelter from the rain.
At that time, Wu Feng, who was still childish, was still shouting in the store, "I want to be with my grandma for the rest of my life." When he sent them away.
Meng Ke once smiled and said, "That kid is so interesting."
The boss whispered in a low voice, "You can't believe everything about the child, he will forget it, and you will still remember some words, after remembering them, you will be sad for a long time."
Later, Wu Feng became a regular pawn shop. He often came to Meng Ke to play with the boss. Sometimes he even used a childish voice to learn from these adults, and I want to pawn. However, they were all used toys and even failed test papers. The boss smiled and accepted them, using snacks and candies as exchanges.
But the hourglass of time has never stopped. It wraps around everyone's life, flowing through new things bit by bit. Wu Feng rarely comes to pawn shop again. He comes to pawn things a few times occasionally, and he also comes to pawn things for money, no longer like a child to exchange for candy.
These times happened to be the boss was not there, so Meng Ke refused. He couldn't explain why, but when he saw Wu Feng's dyed hair and earrings, he felt in a slight resistance one day in the middle of winter, the store door suddenly opened wide, and the cold wind rushed in, carrying a familiar figure.
I... Wu Feng's thin face flashed with a trace of struggle, I want to pawn it. Meng Ke was about to refuse, but saw the boss come out of the inner room.
"How much does it change?" The boss's tone did not fluctuate at all.
After hearing the huge number reported by Wu Feng, the boss's deep eyes suddenly became sharp, and pierced through Wu Feng's pupils like a sharp sword. "What is your most precious thing?" Wu Feng was stunned.
"What is your most precious thing?" The same question sounded again, and Wu Feng hesitated for a moment before taking out an umbrella. The umbrella from thirteen years ago seemed a little lonely at this time, and there was no more magical beauty in the rain back then. Meng Ke's heart was filled with strange movements, and the kind figure under the rain flashed through his mind...
"What is your most precious thing?" The boss's low voice pulled back Meng Ke's thoughts. Facing Wu Feng today, the boss asked the question from that year again.
Wu Feng sat on the chair, lowered his head, held his fingers with his frown, frowned, he hesitated, and then begged: "Please, I can not want that umbrella, but I must have those memories of mine."Wu Feng picked up his head and looked sincere, "Then change the question, would you be willing to exchange all the property you have now for that memory? "The boss changed his gentleness and asked seriously.
"Don't you change it?" "The boss's eyes were locked in the hawk-like eyes behind the lenses, and Wu Feng, who was hesitating again.
" Change! "Wu Feng suddenly answered firmly.
Before he finished speaking, a faint fragrance wafted by, and suddenly came up from every inch of blood vessel. In his vision, the boss's smile gradually blurred...
It seems that he had a long dream. In the courtyard, the old ancient trees occasionally fell a piece of green yellow, and the dusty doors and windows were soaked in the lonely time for many years. How long have you not come back? Wu Feng asked himself. The youthful and frivolous now has accumulated sadness. Hasn't you been back for a long time? How long have you not come back to accompany grandma...
"Xiao Meng, you have been with me for so many years, why do you think of those who pawned me? "The boss stared at Wu Feng who had fallen asleep on the chair and asked slowly.
Meng Ke didn't know how to answer.
For so many years, some people seeking wealth and status from me... They grew up one by one, old one by one. They seemed to have grown up, but in fact they were just being pushed away by time... I asked them again and again just to know what they really want. In this life... there are too many confused styles, and after a long time of confusion, there is no question of growing up.
signed for so many years, and I know best that I need to cut off the air when I get rid of the bill, but when I buy it back, I need the responsibility of growing up. "The boss's gentle words are faintly vicissitudes.
Boss, then he... Meng Ke asked.
Return the umbrella to him when the time comes. "The boss got up and went back to the inner room, "He will wake up. ”
Meng Ke later met Wu Feng again, and his tall body held up the slightly small oil paper umbrella. Wu Feng held grandma who had already drunk the building, just like grandma holding him back then...
