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I held the hydrangea in my hand and had countless thoughts at once.

The little guy hiding under the quilt also poked his head out. He stared at the hydrangea in my palm, and then looked down at the black spherical object in his arms. He seemed to be stunned, and he didn't even know that the quilt above his head had slipped.

He ran his fingers over the fine stitches. After so many years, the hydrangea is still very well preserved. It can be seen that the old man attaches great importance to it.

"Grandma, can you tell me about your past?" I put the bamboo basket aside and squatted in front of the old man holding the hydrangea.

"I'm getting older, and I can't remember many things clearly." The old man threaded the needle, and after a while, green water and green mountains appeared on the silk satin. Her hands were very skillful, like a pair of flying butterflies.

I could hear the old man's polite refusal, and I knew it was rude of me to ask, but now she was my only breakthrough, and there were some things I had to figure out.

My voice slowed down and I raised the hydrangea in my hand: "Grandma, when was the hydrangea at the bottom of your bamboo basket made? The craftsmanship is different from other embroidery. The strangest thing is that the silk and satin have faded. Why is it on the top? Does the pattern made with needlework still retain its previous color?"

After the old man heard the word "hydrangea", his steady hands suddenly trembled slightly: "I made it casually many years ago. It is not a precious thing, just to keep in mind."

"That's it?" The wrinkles on her face were shaking as she spoke, and it could be seen that she was very excited and couldn't hide it at all.

The old man obviously didn't tell the truth, which further confirmed a certain guess in my mind.

Without lighting it through, I gently put the hydrangea back into the bamboo basket and covered it with satin: "Put the hydrangea back for you. I just saw that it was made differently from the satin above, so I was a little curious."

"The workmanship is different." The old man's expression softened a lot, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed: "A woman can only embroider this kind of hydrangea once in her life, and she does not use ordinary needles and threads, but her own hair."

"Hair? No wonder after so many years, even the silk and satin have faded, but the needle and thread are still as tough, smooth and bright as ever." I looked at the black needle and thread on the hydrangea, and then at the silver-haired old woman in front of me. For once I felt the power of time so clearly.

"There is a skill in Su embroidery called hair embroidery, which uses blue silk as thread and white silk as a backing." The old man didn't say anything, but I had already noticed it.

The hair and skin of the body are inherited from the parents. In the past, hair was used to convey loyalty and affection. Women would give their hair to their lovers, which meant that they would always be together. Judging from this, this hydrangea must be of extraordinary significance to the elderly.

"Do you have anything else to ask?" The old man looked at me with only the whites of his eyes. "If not, just go outside and rest. Don't touch the iron chain on the door or get close to the window with red paper. And remember not to let the red candles in the house go out."

She made a few weird requests, but I didn't do what she said. I bent down and glanced at the short black figure in the quilt, and my eyes stayed on the ball in his arms.

"Grandma, are you a survivor of the pig cage apartment decades ago? You...have eaten meat, right?"

As soon as I finished speaking, the old man's hand jerked back. When she looked down, her fingertips were pricked with blood.

The old lady didn't expect me to say these words at all. She was caught off guard and I seemed to have shaken out the secret deep in her heart.

His fingers were bleeding, and the old man held the half-embroidered silk satin blankly. The blood dripped on the white brocade, dyeing the thread red.

"I've never mentioned this to anyone, how did you know?" The old woman's voice changed and became a little urgent.

"Jinghai is so big, but you live around the Pig Pen Apartment, and you live there for several years. This is a very abnormal thing in itself." I stood by the bed, lifted the quilt on the bed, and hid inside The short black shadow suddenly hid behind the old man: "The person you have been waiting for must be this child. Although I can't see clearly what he is holding in his arms, the size and shape are exactly the same as the hydrangea you collected. I once Looking at the ancient building from Bai Yaer's house on the fourth floor, this little guy ran out from there. You said you have no family, then why do you stay in the red building waiting for a child who ran out of the ancient building every night? Since He is not related to you by blood, so there is only one possibility. You have known each other a long time ago, and that hydrangea is the best proof."

"This little guy has been holding the hydrangea and never let go, which shows that it is his most precious thing. And you have kept the hydrangea for more than seventy years, which shows that you also care about it." Taking a breath, I sorted out the things in my mind. All clues: "And what you just said - seventy years have passed since I passed, and he just repeated it one night. At that time, you said it in an exclamatory tone. I didn't understand this sentence at first. , but after seeing the same hydrangeas between you two, I slowly understood. You and this little guy lived in a pig cage apartment more than seventy years ago, but something happened, and you survived, and Something bad happened to him."

After I finished speaking, cold sweat broke out on my back. I was worried that the old man would be like Zhang Shuxue, unable to stand the stimulation and obsessed with taking over his body.

A few minutes passed, and the old lady was still sitting where she was. She turned to look at the short black figure behind her, with a very complicated emotion in her eyes full of whites.

"Yes, I am a survivor of the pig cage apartment." The old woman slowly closed her eyes and told me a story that was darker than despair.

"More than seventy years ago, my family came to Jinghai from southern Hunan to escape the war. At that time, this was still a foreign concession."

"My father is a silk merchant. He had taken care of everything before he came. He thought he could escape into the concession smoothly, but the concession authorities kept delaying it. Finally, we were temporarily arranged to live in Longchang Community and became the earliest tenants here. ."

"I was only eight years old at that time. I was learning Su embroidery from my mother every day. I was looking forward to entering the concession as soon as possible. Unfortunately, every time I waited for my father to come back late at night, this only hope would be in vain."

"The war is raging and the people are in dire straits. More and more people want to take refuge in the concession. More than a month has passed and at least tens of thousands of people are stranded outside Beijing Customs."

"Longchang continued to expand under the voluntary organizations of the disaster victims, and new tenants moved in. He appeared at that time."

"His name is Gu Junsheng. He is one year younger than me, not taller than me, and has a thin body. When we first met him, I thought he was a sick boy."

"His father is a soldier. It is said that on the front line, it was not easy for his mother to support him alone."

"There are many children in Longchang, but they are all very wild. Fighting and fighting are common. Junsheng is always the one who gets bullied. One time I couldn't stand it anymore so I helped him. From then on, I There’s one more follower.”

"He likes to read and watch me embroider, and I like to listen to him read poetry."

"Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and one column reminds me of my good years. His voice is very nice, and after getting along with him for a long time, I slowly discovered that he is not thin, but just more handsome."

"These days lasted for a while. About seven months later, the front line was tight and we were defeated one after another. The war finally reached Jinghai. All supply channels were cut off, and Jinghai became an isolated city."

"It became difficult to supply the army, and the food distributed to the refugees naturally became less and less. Until finally, the concession completely gave up on the tens of thousands of people outside the customs. They even set up machine guns at the Hongqiao Port, and people from outside were forced to break through. If you are inside, you will be shot directly."

"The hope of entering the concession for refuge was completely shattered. At that time, some people tried to leave Jinghai, but the outside had become an enemy-occupied area and the entire territory was sealed. Only one or two out of ten people could escape alive. There were tens of thousands of people. They are all trapped outside the customs."

"Without a fixed source of food, tens of thousands of people were like locusts. Frogs, fish fry, field mice, everything they could eat were stuffed into their stomachs. In the end, even fern roots, grass stems, and tree bark had to be fought over."

The old man's voice was trembling, and she closed her eyes tightly: "When dragonflies are extremely hungry, they will eat their own tails. When people are hungry and crazy, they will do even more terrifying things. The ground is full of hungry people, and they change their bodies to eat." , a special kind of 'meat' began to appear among the refugees."

"If you don't eat, you will die. If you die, you will be eaten. Crazy, all crazy."

"Over the past few months, fewer and fewer people were alive, from strangers to family members, crying and swallowing. It was at that time that Longchang was called the Pig Cage Apartment."

"My mother committed suicide because she wanted my father to stay and take care of me, but she didn't expect that my father would never come back after going out once."

"It only took more than half a year to go from tens of thousands to thousands. In order to survive and avoid unnecessary deaths caused by fighting, someone in the apartment made a new set of rules. Everyone has their own number. When the previous person is eaten, the next number will be randomly selected to serve as food..."

The calloused hands covered her face, and the old woman lowered her head. I couldn't see her expression.

"Unfortunately, I was drawn in the second month. That night after I cleaned myself, I stayed alone in the house. There were people watching outside. I couldn't tell whether it was fear or relief. I sat in the place where my mother usually sat. On the chair, I was threading needles and threads just like I did a long time ago, and I wanted to leave something for Junsheng."

"In the middle of the night, Jun Sheng suddenly came to me. He said he had found a way to escape without the guards and wanted to go with me."

"I believed it to be true. When it was almost dawn, he led me quietly out of Longchang, walking the same way as usual, but there was no guard in sight."

"When we got close to the enemy-occupied area, he suddenly said that he had forgotten something important and asked me to wait for him at a mountain col where we used to play together. But who knew the wait would last so long..."