(Xileng Bridge, Broken Bridge, Long Bridge, and three lovers' bridges on West Lake. Each bridge has a love story, but looking at his appearance, he may not be love.)

(sequence)

"He is just an old man selling umbrellas. He wanders around the West Lake to avoid the city management and puts down bamboo baskets, and then starts to take out the umbrellas he made to sell."

"Everyone in West Lake's urban management knows him, but obviously no one can persuade him."

"More than three hundred per hand, even if it is a handmade one, who would buy it?"

"The old man is not young, he seems to be in his eighties, but when he encounters something, he likes to lie on the ground."

"Who can stop him and who can reason with him?"

"He often said that he was not here to sell umbrellas, but to wait for someone."

"But he also seemed to have forgotten which bridge he was waiting for him on. There were so many bridges on West Lake."

"I suspect he has Alzheimer's disease, but sometimes it doesn't look like it."

"He always wanders on the most famous bridges, and put down his small benches and starts selling wherever there are many people."

"Sometimes I can't tell whether he is here to sell umbrellas or wait for someone."

“Or, both.”

(one)

My name is Luqiao, and I am a reporter.

Due to the needs of the leaders, it has been a week since I came to West Lake to collect folk songs.

I always feel that the photos I took are not good enough and I don't know what is missing.

I can see him every day this week, the old man selling umbrellas.

I spliced ​​the things about him from the descriptions of people around me, and today I am really curious and want to ask him.

"Do you want to buy an umbrella?" The old man on the broken bridge smiled at me.

My mouth was silent and I didn't react at the first time.

"Uncle, I heard that you not only sell umbrellas on this bridge, but also to wait for others?" I asked quickly.

"What's wrong? Young man? I also noticed that you always look at me these days. Why don't you buy an umbrella and I'll talk to you?" The old man took an oil-paper umbrella from the bamboo basket. The surface of the umbrella was gray and very simple.

"Three hundred and ones, it looks so good to take pictures." The old man fooled and opened the umbrella and shook it in front of me.

Only then did I realize that the inside of the umbrella was white, completely different from the surface of the umbrella.

The amount of money for the business trip was not much, but when I looked at the old man's eyes, I still took out the money in my pocket.

The old man smiled and closed the umbrella and handed it to me, pointed to the stone pier beside him and asked me to sit down and started telling me a story.

...

When I was a child, it always rained, and I don’t know what happened.

I studied in private schools in that era, and I had a friend named Gouzi.

Gouzi was eleven years old that year and was in a private school not far away.

There are usually no more than ten people attending classes in a room.

It is obviously the happiest time for everyone to come.

Everyone would jump out of the private school and run wildly in the direction of their own home.

It’s nothing for a boy to get wet in the rain, because it’s always raining, so a girl always stands alone in the private school.

The girl's surname is Bai, and she left after the rain stopped.

The dog waited until the end with an umbrella that day, and then he chatted with Xiaobai.

"What are you waiting for?" asked the dog.

"Did you see my umbrella?" Xiaobai asked the dog.

Gouzi must have been guilty at the time because Gouzi didn’t have an umbrella.

The gray umbrella in the dog's hand is actually Xiaobai's white umbrella. After the dog took it home, it dyed black with ink and dried it.

"How could I see it?" Dogzi felt particularly guilty.

"I lost my umbrella, and my parents would hit me when they knew it. So I could only wait for the rain to stop before going back. I was doing it so that my parents wouldn't know that I lost my umbrella." Xiaobai explained the matter clearly.

Gouzi knew that he could only pretend to be gentlemanly to hold up the gray umbrella with gray outside and white inside, and take Xiaobai home first and then go home by himself.

The rain was particularly heavy the next day.

When Xiaobai waited for the end of school, he felt guilty and continued to take her home.

It was raining continuously that week, and the dog was sent for a week.

A week later, the rain stopped.

But Gouzi still waits for Xiaobai on time every day. Gouzi will say, "What if it rains halfway through the walk? How can I hold up my umbrella?"

During that time, the dog was looking forward to the rain.

Once the dog rests, he will go to his relatives' home at the entrance of Lingyin Road to learn how to make an umbrella.

But the weather was always particularly sunny after that day. Dogs couldn't find any opportunity but always accompanied Xiaobai after school.

A month later, it was another light rain.

The dog finally had the opportunity to take out the big umbrella he made from his cabinet.

The dog smiled and said, "Is this the one you threw?"

"My umbrella is not as big as this one, and it is not as color as yours. It is much whiter than this one, and it looks much better." Xiaobai retorted.

Gouzi looked at the umbrella surface he learned from his master, because all the good materials had to be sold. Gouzi could only use the remaining materials, and his hands were covered with broken wounds. He then prepared the umbrella and waited for it to be taken out for Xiaobai on a rainy day.

"Where did you steal this umbrella? I don't want it. Otherwise, you can use your umbrella to take me home!" Xiaobai said, pointing at the black and white umbrella in the other hand of the dog, and hiding the umbrella where the dog is sitting behind him.

In this way, they all got off school together, whether it rained or not.

Later, Gouzi and Xiaobai fell in love and only then did they realize it after chatting.

Xiaobai knew on the first day that the umbrella was stolen by a dog.

I don’t want the umbrella made by Dogzi, but I just fell in love with Dogzi. I just wanted to keep going with him, but unfortunately, I didn’t meet my wish.

...

After saying that, the old man stood up and walked over to the long bridge road.

I stood there in a daze, looking at Broken Bridge and remembered Bai Snake and Xu Xian. Didn’t they start with an umbrella?

I looked at the gray-white umbrella in my hand. Isn’t the white-clothed one Bai Suzhen, and the gray-clothed one Xu Xian from the pharmacy!

(two)

When Changqiao caught up with the old man, the old man looked at me with a smile: "What? Isn't it enough?"

"You're a dog?" I asked.

"I have many stories, but do you still want an umbrella?" The old man took out another handful from the bamboo basket.

This time the umbrella finally had a color and was red.

It's like a wedding umbrella.

"Three hundred!" the old man happily.

Of course I paid for it.

...

The relative who made the umbrella, please call him Xiao Wang.

Xiao Wang is a good umbrella player and has a girlfriend named Xiaodie.

They have a very good relationship, and Xiao Wang always said that he would make the best umbrella to propose marriage.

But Xiao Wang was not satisfied with every hand, and Xiaodie always waited for Xiao Wang to do the most satisfied one.

Waiting and waiting, Xiao Wang made a red umbrella of joy, but the world changed.

On October 26, 1937, the Japanese army landed from Hangzhou Bay.

Xiao Wang had no choice but to join the army.

Xiao Wang has been an umbrella for life, so how could he beat the Japanese devils?

But there is no way, if you are a strong man, you have to go to war.

I remember that the day before, Xiao Wang made it clear to Xiaodie.

He said he took the wedding umbrella to propose marriage the next day, but he went to the battlefield the next day.

Xiao Wang could only fight and retreat.

Retreat from Songhu to Nanjing, from Nanjing to Wuhan and Chongqing.

The troops were getting farther and farther away, and Xiao Wang and Xiaodie were getting farther and farther away.

This battle lasted for eight years, and the eight years of victory in the War of Resistance Against Japan surrendered unconditionally.

Xiao Wang was finally able to return to Hangzhou with injuries. Xiao Wang Xi's umbrella that returned to his hometown was already gone.

After making a new hand, Xiao Wang wanted to take an umbrella to propose marriage.

But Xiaodie disappeared. Xiao Wang, who could not find Xiaodie, set up a small shop at the alley on Lingyin Road.
To be continued...