Chapter 193 A Dream in the Garden

The girl's words were surprising, as if this was something new.

Green years, ten years at a glance.

If that big banyan tree could talk, people would definitely complain about it. How can it not be taller after decades? Young people once thought it was like a bad old man. Is it too much to grow a tree that blocks out the sky and the sun? Actually, not at all.

Not excessive.

The girl pointed out to Feng Wuli that next to the old banyan tree, there used to be a house there, which was the school kitchen, but now it has been demolished and a large, new gymnasium has been built, which is very impressive.

The banyan tree is an evergreen vegetation, and even during the winter solstice it becomes lush and green. When the evening wind passes, it makes a rustling sound like waves.

In her mind, it was indeed yesterday, but this yesterday was almost sixty years ago.

"It's time for you to go back." The young man beside her urged her. After Feng Wuli unlocked the bicycle, he put the lock on the back of the car and sat on it. The tripod clicked, and he pushed the bicycle and prepared to leave.

"It turns out that you really will become a ghost when you die." She was only now beginning to be surprised by this.

"Well, it will scare others."

"2017 is really amazing. If I hadn't died, would I be a gray-haired old woman now?"

She spoke with the agility of a young girl of her age, but if she thought about it carefully, the people of the same age she knew during her lifetime were probably in their late 70s and 80s. Feng Wuli felt that he was talking to an old woman with the mind of a girl, which was a strange feeling.

Like a conversation that spans time and space, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl from the 1950s travels to the present to have a conversation with him.

"Maybe."

It's sunset now, and the boarding students have started to study at night. It's cold, and they all have their pockets in their pockets and their necks hunched, wearing thick clothes like penguins. There is white mist at the corners of their mouths when they speak.

Feng Wuli pushed his bicycle out of the bicycle shed, and the girl kept following him.

On the way, he saw two classmates, a boy and a girl, who were greeting the wind unreasonably with their necks hunched and their pockets in their pockets. He could also respond with a smile. There was a section of the road that passed the teaching building, so several people were traveling together.

"It's great to study day-to-day. The weather is cold, so I can't do self-study in the evening."

When the boy talked to him, the old woman had to shut up. She thought that these two children were not in a relationship. Oh, how old they are.

"It's not bad, I have to ride back every day and the road is freezing."

"I don't know what happened in the gym just now. It seemed like something exploded, and suddenly there was a loud noise."

"At this point, the gym should be closed."

"Yes, but it was so loud that many people heard it. There seemed to be people shouting inside..."

"What kind of new version of the ghost story is this?"

"Hey, seriously, ask her."

The girl next to him was shy and nodded, but Feng Wuli said someone might be arguing inside.

"Let's go, be careful on the road."

"Well, bye." Feng Wuli replied.

The girl followed Feng Wuli and looked around. When she saw the boy walking away, she followed him again.

Every brick here does not belong to her, and she feels that things have changed. She must have been unable to wait for that letter. The girl looked at her feet, and it turned out that ghosts have feet.

amazing.

"Hey, wait for me, aren't you going to save me?"

"You are more stubborn than I thought. It's too troublesome. I have to go back to eat."

"??" Is this job so flexible? You can't do it if you don't want to do it?

"There should be a boy with a bad look on his face who will find you later and give you a blessing. He may not be very skilled. Please be more tolerant in advance."

The girl didn't react to his words and was stunned. The other person had already walked a long way while pushing the bicycle.

"Comrade, comrade, please wait for me."

"No one calls me gay anymore."

There were more people, and Feng Wuli tried his best to look away and ignore her presence.

There is a long way from the bicycle shed to the school gate.

When a girl sees novel things, she keeps asking about them. She feels novel and excited about the future world. Her memory is incomplete and she only remembers waiting for a letter. One of the letters will be sent back.

Whose letter is it, why are we waiting, where is her home, and who is she? I don’t remember anything.

She just saw the banyan tree and suddenly remembered the memory of reading a book under the tree with the boy in the past.

In her memory, she raised her head and looked at him with a smile. He had the sun behind him, and she could only remember the smile on the corner of her mouth, the clean black tunic, the sound of the sun, the color of the wind, the smell of cicadas chirping, and the falling leaves.

It was a beautiful scene, but unfortunately she could only remember the man's height, hair color, tunic suit, and face that was a little blurry.

Shazhong has a history of 115 years, and this old campus is nearly 60 years old. They are the first batch of students.

Although things and people have changed here a long time ago, many places still have shadows of the past.

For example, the grapefruit tree blooms every year but never bears fruit. Even the gentlemen look forward to it every year, but it disappoints everyone every year. The gentlemen smiled and said, like you, they can’t become talents. The boy secretly told him,

There was not enough fertilizer, so he brought the cow dung from his family to school tomorrow. As a result, his husband was so angry that he asked him to clean up the smelly pile of cow dung. Everyone couldn't stop laughing.

For example, there was a man and a woman holding books and walking towards the teaching building. The girl looked at the boy next to her. The boy scratched his head and laughed. The two of them seemed to be talking about something. She would not be able to hear clearly from such a distance, but the conversation rang in her ears.

The girl's voice was hers, and the boy's voice was that person. They were talking about the winter solstice in a few days, and you were feeling cold. Would you like to go to his mutton soup shop for a bowl of mutton soup? She shyly said that would be embarrassing,

In the end, the boy said he was sorry, so he called out all the other classmates, but you were the only one... so angry!

For example, there were people running on the track over there. Because it was dark and far away, she saw the boy excitedly saying that maybe the country would participate in the Olympics again in a few years, and he wanted to win glory for the country, so he started to exercise and run now!

After running for a few days, he gave up again and said with certainty that he didn't even know what year he would be in. By then he would be an old man and the country would definitely not need him, so he should rest.

For example, when he saw the students practicing chorus there, he ran over excitedly and said that there was an opera troupe in the county yesterday, and they sang a really good Kunqu opera, like "A Dream in the Garden," and he wanted to do it too.

Go and learn it, and when you learn it, come and sing to her. She smiled and said yes, but within a few days the matter disappeared again.

What a stupid boy who loves to mess around.

He always has all kinds of strange ideas and likes to tinker with a lot of things, but each time he is only interested in it for three minutes, gets tired of it quickly and then gives up.

But every time, the girl would tell him, you can do it, I believe you can do it.

She had been weak and sick since she was a child, and her body could not withstand even the slightest strain, and she would be out of breath whenever she moved, so she could only look at him from the side, looking at him like the sun, with endless energy in her body, and she felt warm next to him.

It was obvious that things and people had changed here long ago, and there was obviously no trace of the past anywhere, so why was that person's shadow everywhere she could see?

Who is the ghost? Why can't he get rid of it? It turns out that memory is like brown sugar stuck to the sole of your shoe. Once it sticks, it can't be kicked away no matter how hard you kick it. The more you move forward, it will be on the sole of your shoe.

The stronger the adhesion, the more you step on it and you think it is gone. But one day when you look at the sole of the shoe, wow! It has been stuck all over the ground with chicken feathers and fallen leaves, and you can't even remove it with a shovel.

As she saw more and more, the girl remembered more memories about that person, and his appearance became clearer and clearer.

Beautiful, irritating, regretful, hilarious.

That happened sixty years ago, in the same space, in a different time and space.

"Do you know a man named Li Quansheng?"

The girl suddenly asked Feng Wuli.

Feng Wuli shook his head, indicating that he had no impression of the name.

"We are students of this school, so you are still my junior brother."

He started chatting with her.

It turns out that the letter she was waiting for was a letter from a boy.

The love story of the old lady and the old grandfather.

"I'm not an old woman. Look, I'm still a big girl now, so I'm no longer an old woman."

The boy said that this war must be fought. The country's international relations are very tense now. Without the trust of the Soviet Union, industrialization will be more difficult to start. The two superpowers are eyeing each other. No matter who is stationed on the 38th Line,

How can I allow others to spy on my bed?

She doesn't understand.

"There are so many people, but you are a weak scholar. You are not allowed to go!"

He was silent and didn't say a word.

She was very angry, but she could only act anxiously, grabbing his arm and begging him over and over again not to go.

"You are just on a whim. You are a person who can't do anything well. How can you persist? You are passionate about everything for three minutes and can't endure hardships. You can't do it. You can't do it. You are just talking about it.

Right, just like before, just like in the past, just talking to me!"

"Don't go!"

She burst into tears.

Just like in the past, wouldn't it be better to give up soon if you were very excited every time?

"I like everything to be hot for three minutes, but there are two things that are not. One is my country."

He smiled and said, "I will write back. I will be leaving the day after tomorrow. Can you send it to me then?"
To be continued...