AML single series - the third special episode
The year Blue Bird entered the border zone, Song Tan had just turned twelve.
The tea shed was very gray that day, and there was a man sitting in the corner with dazzlingly clean boots. Song Tan remembered the boots.
Four years later, in the carriage, the blue bird was leaning on the opposite side.
"Song Tan? This is an interesting name. But when it comes to Gallon, it is more appropriate to call Fu Anran - the stable An, the rising Ran. What do you think?"
"You have the final say." Song Tan answered readily.
Later, he stood at the door of the baking workshop exclusively provided by the association and looked up at the newly painted signboard. The morning light stretched the last stroke of the word "Ran" very long.
"Do it well, and this place will be yours from now on."
He said to himself, this is a business, a clean business.
What he doesn't know is that there is a kind of transaction in this world, and what he signs is the contract of his soul. Everything you accept is marked with interest in the dark, and the interest is compounded until you are swallowed up with interest.
Many years later, the apprentice next to me broke the third piece of dough. While cleaning up the mess, he picked up the corner of the table and asked: "Teacher, what on earth did that blue bird do to you?"
Fu Anran's hand wiping the table paused. "Nothing. By the way, can you bring me the jam?" He said.
What are you avoiding?
Afraid that those boots that are always spotless will quietly appear at the door again at some point. He was afraid that when the words "Do you remember" fell lightly, everything he had worked hard to build over the years would be smashed to pieces.
The biggest fear is that what that person says is right.
I'm afraid that after the three words "Fu Anran" are peeled off, there will really be nothing inside.
Intention: Courage
