Qiongjun The sunlight slowly withdrew from the corner of the west window. The evening primrose on the small round table exuded a faint fragrance, and the room gradually became dark.

The little white cat sneaked into the house and suddenly jumped onto the mistress's lap.

The person sitting on the wicker chair woke up.

"Bad thing!" Qiongjun slapped the kitten and cursed him lovingly.

She lowered her head and picked up the letter that the kitten had trampled on the floor.

The delicate fragrance of tuberose hit her nostrils, and she couldn't help but reach out and touch the tuberose on the small round table. The white flowers made her fingernails slightly purple, and she had not yet recovered from her weakness after a serious illness.

She folded the letter, opened it again, and read it again with the faint light outside the window. The pens and drawings on the paper were all mixed into her emotions.

In fact, her son Mansheng simply said in the letter that the day after he left his mother, he would go north to enroll in school. From then on, his college life would begin. He was planning to come back until Double Ten Day. He hoped that his mother would take care of her health.

There is no need to be busy knitting a sweater. If you knit it, I hope that the initials of his name - the letters m and s - will be embroidered on the left chest.

With a smile, she watched the kitten rolling a ball of wool on the floor, and couldn't help but murmured: "He is already a college student, and he is so tall!" He walked into the ward that day, which really shocked her.

She knitted wool for him every year. The first time was a baby's hat with a pom-pom on it. She used fine Australian wool yarn bought at De Kee Matheson.

She remembered clearly that she bought half a pound, knitted a hat and a set of clothes, and there was still a lot left.

Now, I thought that one pound was enough, but later I realized that the sleeves had not yet fallen.

It’s so long and so big, it’s like weaving a carpet and it’s endless.

The sweater he wore last time was knitted three years ago. He must be more than a head taller than then.

Like a cabbage soaked in manure, it is judged so quickly!

She couldn't help but feel sad and surprised that she hadn't knitted another sweater for him in three years.

Today, three years later, mother and son have finally reconciled.

From the first time he called mom in the ward, from his letter, from the time he knitted this fat sweater, she would regain some of what she had lost.

She hopes that this part of Shi Yuan can be integrated with the current environment to make her life fuller and fuller, without leaving traces of being barely bridged.

The kitten was rolling around with a ball of yarn. She stared at it in a daze, with a smile on her pale face.

She wanted to reach out and drive the kitten away, but she was too distracted to discipline her.

Just let the wool get tangled, and it will be sorted out sooner or later. Anyway, the sweater is almost finished.

Somehow, she suddenly remembered what a female music teacher said many years ago.

She and a group of female classmates always gathered around the piano after class. Once, by chance, a few precocious classmates talked about marriage issues. The beautiful female teacher, wearing a blue cloth cheongsam and a goose-yellow sweater, casually said

He lightly played the piano keys twice with one finger and said: "It is still beneficial for Chinese women to marry early..." "Why?" "A girl who gets married before she has developed a firm personality is more likely to accept her husband's family.

Her lifestyle and spirit allow her personality to be integrated into her husband's family's traditions, good or bad. On the contrary, it would be painful to accommodate others once she has a molded personality and lifestyle.

"Having heard this for twenty years, she was unmoved at that time because she was still a confused girl.

But why did these words suddenly come into her mind twenty years later?

Shortly after the music teacher said this, she finished junior high school.

A bolt from the blue, my father, who had been down and out all his life, suddenly died of a sudden illness during the summer vacation.

My mother was in poor health and could not work, so she managed to organize the funeral with the help of relatives and friends.

Wearing a gray indanthrene mourning gown, with a white velvet flower in her hair, and dragging on white shoes that didn't quite fit her feet, she followed her uncle, a private school teacher, to the homes of relatives and friends to kowtow and thank her.

She remembered that when she arrived at Fourth Uncle Han's house, her uncle reminded her face to face: "You have to kowtow to Fourth Uncle Han a few more times. Thanks to Fourth Uncle this time, he is a great benefactor to your family!" She knelt down, and Fourth Uncle Han quickly grabbed her and pulled her.

The hot air sprayed on her face.

She knew how much Uncle Han's kindness was to their widowed mother and orphan. She was very sensible and refused to get up: "You have to suffer this from me." When she stood up and saw her gray figure in the large dressing mirror, she couldn't help but feel sad.

From this, perhaps in front of Si Ren, I felt particularly desolate about my life experience. I couldn't stop my tears from flowing, and I covered my face and started weeping.

Many years later, every time Qiongjun looked into this full-length mirror, it would bring back some desolate memories.

It's strange to think about it, how did she end up marrying a man named Uncle Han?

Fourth Uncle Han was thirty years older than her. He was her father's best friend during his lifetime and a poetry-reciting friend of the Yiyin Society. Because his family had a lot of ancestral wealth, he retired from officialdom long ago and only worked as "consultant" in a few cultural institutions.

In the name of others, he lived a noble and secluded life.

He acted as a friend during Qiongjun's father's funeral and was very respected among relatives and friends.

I don’t know who thought of marrying Qiongjun to Fourth Uncle Han to fill a house. When Qiongjun’s mother heard the proposal while lying on the hospital bed, she stretched out her hand to wipe her tears and said, "No matter how good it is, how many more days can I live?"

If this poor boy follows Uncle Han, I'll be relieved! You'd better ask the girl herself! She's not an old man anymore!" Qiong Jun, who was leaning on the bed, hid in the outer room.