A new story about scarves

That year, she had a husband's family. The object is a soldier. It is said that the place where you are a soldier is far from home. To get there, you have to take the train first, then fly, and finally the car has to walk hundreds of miles. This small ravine doesn't even know what a train looks like, let alone an airplane. In the eyes of rural people, this boy is going to see the world and has a future. The day before he left, he put on his green military uniform and was one meter tall. He is really full of energy. He also went to her house and got used to the farmer's dress. I suddenly saw this and felt that he was kind and strange, and really loved and envied him.

In a blink of an eye, that person has been gone for almost a year, and a letter will come in half a month. Most of the letters are about his work, and there are not many sweet words, but she feels that every word is full of love. One of the letters was accompanied by a photo. In the photo, he stood in the snow, smiling like a fool, without even wearing a hat. This man is really careless. When she was shivering, she made a clever move as if she were frozen. From this moment on, she had an idea: knit him a scarf. She doesn't know if the army will let her go.

The idea has been decided, and the next day happens to be the gathering. She asked the captain for half a day off and went to the market. Mother asked her what she was doing in the market, but she said nothing. First she blushed and groaned for a long time. She just said to go and see. Speaking of cold weather, I want to buy some thread to knit a pair of socks.

After breakfast, she went on her way alone, afraid to ask questions and read his mind. A group of grown-up girls are eccentric and clever. How can she hide her little thoughts from them? I always tease her, and I won't let her go this time.

On the way, she thought about what color she wanted to buy. Gray is elegant, dark green is also good, black is not good, and black is her least favorite. He is tall and can't knit too short and narrow, which shows that he is poor. What style is good? Men should not be too complicated. First, no. Second, it looks awkward. Just be simple and generous. She felt indescribable sweetness at the thought of him wearing a scarf. She doesn't like excitement. Generally speaking, she never goes to the market unless she has something special to do. But who can replace this? Can, what they do, she can rest assured? Besides, she doesn't want anyone to know, including her mother and sister.

When I arrived at the assembly, I chose left and right, and finally bought dark gray. She thinks this color suits him better. It's too light and easy to get dirty. Military life is so tense, how can I have time to wash it? This color looks steady and not heavy, and it doesn't fade easily in the sun.

I started knitting. There are many flowers and formulas, but none of them are suitable for him. Some of them are too thick. Although I feel better, I wound my head a few times, which is a bit presumptuous. Finally, she finalized one, the simplest one, one line is positive and one line is negative, and one line is positive and one line is negative. This one is not too thick. It looks like a small flower, simple and delicate, just like their love.

She knitted carefully. She is not a careful person. She usually uses both hands and feet, and she does it quickly. She can work in the fields for a year and a half. She usually knits something wrong and doesn't want to take it off, so she will make do. But this time, she didn't knit fast. A line has nearly ten thin lines. A careless thread will pick out a willow tree, which is very unsightly. If the strength is uneven, the eyelets will be large and small. She uses a thick needle, which will appear softer and will not help the country hard. She usually lives a lot, is very busy and has no time. She knits between work and rest. She is afraid of getting the thread dirty. Every time she knits a little, she rolls it up and wraps it in a clean cloth, revealing only the place where she puts the needle. She went down to the ground and sneaked to knit a sweater for fear that others would see the joke. But someone saw it.

"Sister, what are you doing?" A sister-in-law came to ask.

There is nothing to do. Her face turned red. People are curious when they hear it. They all came to see it, and she was embarrassed to see it.

"Is it woven for soldiers? That boy is really blessed. "

"When will that boy come back? Will he be promoted? Then our sisters will be blessed. Don't forget us then. "

Are you going to join the army? You want to get married in the army.

People are saying that she is a little happy, a little shy and a little annoyed, but she can't be annoyed. In front of so many people, she didn't know what to do. Although she is a big girl, although engaged to that person, it is still awkward to hold hands. She had never seen anything like this before, and her ears were red with shame. She put her hands around her thighs and buried her head in them. Stop looking at them. She was afraid that they would make fun of her even more when they saw her face as red as canna. Before the joke was finished, a busy man pointed to the distant road and said, "Look, who's coming?" Riding a car, there are two big green pockets at the back of the car. I am walking here with a letter in my hand. "Say, to the person next to a wink. Others also echoed.

Her mind can't turn. She knew that they were talking about the post office. She is so familiar with this outfit that she smiles and feels sweet every time she sees it. Seeing him, he is not far from him in my heart. Every time I read his letter, my heart blooms like a flower. This happiness can last for several days. Sometimes, when I'm eating or doing some work, I think about what he said in his letter, and I smile unconsciously. My sister saw it and said she was crazy. Sometimes when she can't sleep in the middle of the night, she will take it out and read it again. In fact, she has recited it for a long time. She just wants to see his handwriting, just like him.

She just thought about it and didn't dare to look up. She is afraid that it is really a messenger, and she hopes that it is really a messenger. She didn't want to think, how did the messenger know that she was here and how could she be sent to other places? She just listened quietly, listening to the footsteps coming towards her. After listening for a long time, there was nothing. When people were not looking, she turned her head quietly, revealing her fingers and quickly slipped off the road. There's no sign of a car. Now, she knows that she has been cheated. Everyone looked at her happily. She was even more embarrassed and jumped up and chased them.

Although her eyes saw nothing, her heart flew away with the joke. Fly to the border of the motherland, fly to the green barracks. But it's too far away for her to see. While working, she looked at the distant village. Now, that village is inextricably linked with her.

He and she are high school classmates, not from the same village. They are separated by a mountain. When they were young, they went up the mountain to collect firewood. People in their village picked it up in Shannan and their village picked it up in Shanbei. The two are irrelevant. At the top of the mountain, they often bicker and sometimes play with small stones, but they are far away and no one can rush past them. In fact, they don't know each other at all, just because the name of the village is there. Therefore, I have always had a bad impression. Unexpectedly, I met Wolf Village after school. He studied so well, was so handsome and sensible, and had nothing to do with wolves. Only then did I know that the village name had nothing to do with the villagers. More unexpectedly, she will have such a big fate with the people in Wolf Village. Last time he wrote, he said that he was going to enter the military school. I don't know whether he will be admitted. Really want to be admitted, that would be great, really want to be admitted, will he-alas, why am I always so sentimental?

The scarf is ready. She laid it flat on the kang and put it together again and again by hand to see if it was uneven. Even if there is a thin thread on it, she will take it off. She doesn't allow it to be unclean for fear of untidiness. She pressed it again, pulled it out and looked satisfied. Then, she folded it several times, wrapped it in cloth and carefully hid it in the cupboard. She was afraid that her mother and sister would laugh at her when they found out.

Whenever she is alone, she secretly opens the cupboard, takes out the "baby", unfolds it, picks it up and puts it down. She also imitates the man's method of encircling, wraps the scarf around her neck, encircles it for a while, and imagines herself as him and how he encircles it. Will it be more chic? After a while, she took it off again and folded it several times. Imagine if he received a gift and put it on his face, then we would-oh, where did we go? Thought of here, our faces began to burn again. She is thinking, should she tell him in advance, or send it directly to surprise her? On second thought, will he be surprised? His craft is not good. Will he like this color and style? If she doesn't like it, she is a little slack and unhappy at the thought, as if he really received it and really didn't like it.

Finally, she told him, and his answer reassured her. He said, "I like everything about you. I want to feel your temperature."

She is going to prepare for mailing. But she can't do it during the day, only in the dead of night. She doesn't want anyone to know, especially the naughty sister. She reports everything to her mother. She is tired of chasing shadows. But she began to worry again. How does she mail it? She hasn't given anything to anyone since she was so big. She took it for granted that it should be wrapped in cloth with the address and name of the recipient written on it. She found a piece of cloth, folded the scarf, and indicated how big it was, neither too big nor too small, so she had to sew it into her pocket and cut it after measuring it. What kind of sewing should I use? She doesn't usually do needlework, so she has a clever mother. She quietly rummaged in the drawer for a long time, only to find a red line and a green line, which were too different from the color of the cloth. People will definitely think that it was sewn by a silly elder sister. They searched again, turned left and right, and finally found a beige line with similar color. The pockets are sewn. She glanced at the treasure on the cupboard and thought, although it is not exquisitely woven, it will fly over Qian Shan with this small pocket. Thought of here, she has a feeling of parting. She opened it again and checked it carefully. When it was so short, I really didn't think it was so short and didn't look carefully. She was glad that it was discovered. I was careful when I folded it. Shut your mouth. After sealing, she suddenly thought, why not write a few words, put them in, and all the words have been figured out: a handkerchief is sent a thousand miles away, and the needle and thread are deeply expressive. I hope you can see things like a human being and understand my heart clearly. She shook her head and expressed regret, but she quickly said with relief that he knew all this without saying anything. By the time it was all over, it was almost midnight.

Tomorrow will come soon. On this day, she got up early and told her mother that the dates on Nanshan were all red, and everyone went straight home to pick them. She also said that if she didn't go, they would leave soon. Mom bought it.

She rode to the post office. The room is very small, and several staff members are dealing with mail. A man packed half a bag of peanuts in a snakeskin bag with an address on it, probably for relatives in the city. She looked at the things in her hand and the words in her pocket and felt very smart and proud. She waited in line. It is her turn. She handed it up. That man is a middle-aged man. He took it, looked at the address and name on it and touched it with his hand. He smiled at her so mysteriously, as if the secret in his heart had been guessed. Her face immediately flew a red cloud, like a fire. She quickly lowered her head and began to be confused. The man asked her to fill out a form, but she didn't read it. They said, sign your name here, and she even thought for a moment. She was cheated and didn't know her name.

When everything was ready, she walked out of the post office door and took a long breath, as if she had completed an important mission. Very relaxed. Looking at the clouds in the sky, she felt relaxed. Walking home slowly by bike, she didn't notice the clusters of flowers on the roadside, red, yellow and pink, which were blooming beautifully. She bent down, picked a handful, smelled it, kissed it, and it was still full of fragrance. She put the flowers on the frame and said to herself, "Dear, Xiaohua, let's go home." Say that finish, I got on the car and the car began to turn. In the fields, hillsides and bushes, pairs of birds spread their wings and flew into the distance. ...

It suddenly occurred to her that she couldn't go back to pick a date with her mother in the morning. It's no problem to turn a corner and reach the foot of the mountain in ten minutes. She saw that the jujube trees in the ravine were all ripe, like red agate. Among them, on the top of the thickest tree, a round and big jujube hangs, trembling slightly, as if it were specially for her.