The first day of autumn in the eleventh year of the Republic of China was also the second day without any news about him. Seeing the little strip hanging down my eyebrows, I knew that my carrier pigeon was back empty-handed. This girl has been like this since she arrived by my side, and she can't hide anything. When there is news about him, Xiaotiao will sway in front of me happily. Today, I guessed the quiet look.
In order not to get out of my way, I pretended not to care and practiced the words. I know that my handwriting is ugly. Every time I wrote a letter to him, I would do it for a small letter. Although this girl is a servant, her small lettering is beautiful. I have been naughty since I was a child, and my father put all my attention on my brother. My mother is a careless person, so I am a useless person. I don’t understand piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Unfortunately, I am more than the sky. After drawing two pages of words, the small strips walked around me upset. I knew she despised the words I wrote, so I threw down my brush and embroidered my purse.
This is the purse I secretly embroidered for him without telling it. It took a long time to embroider half of it. Sitting on the low couch by the window, the afternoon sun shone on my body warmly, and I couldn't help but remind me of the morning I met him.
That day, as usual, I wandered around the poetry club, browsing the articles of the young ladies from various families. Suddenly, Xiaodiao handed over a note, which said, "I have been paying attention to you for a long time, why don't you ignore me?" I looked around, Xiaodiao pulled my sleeve and glanced at the corner of his eyes. There was a tall back under a big tree. I knew I couldn't get along with a man casually, but my curiosity trended, so I replied, "Who are you?" After a while, I learned his basic information.
His surname is Li, he is a soldier. His army is stationed in Liangzhou City, guarding the people of Liangzhou City.
Liangzhou City is located in the northwest and has a harsh natural environment. Tang Dynasty great poet - Wang Han There is a famous poem "Liangzhou Ci" written about this place. "Grape wine luminous cup, I want to drink Pipa immediately. Don't laugh at me when I sleep drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from war since ancient times." In addition, I have heard the story of "Mulan joining the army for her father" since childhood, and I have a little respect for the soldiers, so I secretly contacted him.
even though I know that "Luo Fu has his own husband, and he has his own wife", I never dare to have any extravagant hopes, just hope that I can contact you occasionally. But in the end, I couldn't get over this hurdle in my heart and broke off contact for more than 10 days. Until his note appeared again, I quietly contacted him several times. It's good to know that he is safe.
days are like time flowing, spring goes and summer comes, summer goes and autumn comes, and I still take my small slips to the poetry club every day without any trouble. Every time I can see the mark he left on my article. He once said to me, "Don't give up, don't give up." I also thought we would just stay silently like this. Although I no longer contacted him, it would be fine to see his mark and know his safety whenever he had time to go to the poetry club, he could see my articles and know my current situation.
But why did I wander outside the poetry club all day today and I didn’t see him, and Xiaotiao didn’t see him leaving a mark on my article, and I was very anxious. It was said that it was an embroidery. From afternoon to dusk, from dusk to late at night, the fingertips that were pierced by the embroidery needles were scabbed, and no news about him was seen.
Could it be that I have lost him?
