The snow has just cleared and the sun is shining.

There are family members deep in the valley, with herbs rising in the wind and smoke rising in the cooking stove.

"You're awake!" The little girl's cheerful voice sounded. She was young, but she was only thirteen or fourteen years old. She was wearing a patched gray cloth clothes. After putting down the herb basket, she looked at the figure on the bamboo and wooden bed in surprise, with her eyes clean and clear.

The man raised his eyes, unable to see his eyebrows and eyes clearly in the sunlight coming from the window, his face was pale and bloodless, and a tear mole in his eyes added to his sadness.

"I picked up yours from the shore. You were so seriously injured. If it weren't for the master, I wouldn't know what to do."

Her eyes quietly fell on a bloody pear blossom hairpin placed on the wooden table, and a red bean rolled beside it, covered with cracks.

The little girl noticed what she was looking at and said softly: "I think you have been holding this hairpin for a while. It should be very important to you, right? It's a pity that it broke."

"It's not important." Her thin lips twitched, she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say, and her voice was hoarse and cold.

It looked very familiar, as if it had seen it somewhere. A few blurry scenes flashed in front of her eyes, and she couldn't see anything clearly. She felt a sharp pain in her head. She withdrew her gaze, and there was no idea where the confusion came from.

"My name is Xiaoqi, what are your name?"

who is she.

Where did she come from?

Why did she fall off the cliff?

Xiaoqi asked her for a long time, but she only said that her name was Ranbai, and no one else could answer.

Xiaoqi thought the seriously injured girl was very strange, but she liked her very much and couldn't bear to let her go. Time passed day by day, and the girl who lost her memory had never thought of anything. After the injury healed, the man did not leave.

White tea and clear joy, plant flowers and collect herbs, and there is nothing else to do when you are free.

Watch the sunrise and sunset, and watch the valley tranquility.

The four seasons are reincarnated, and all things have their beginnings and ends.

The flowers in spring are seen, the waning moon in late autumn is seen, the wind in summer nights and heavy snow in winter is seen, and it is another year of revolving around.

During the first heavy snow in early winter, she reached out to catch a snowflake, and the cold and fine snow fell on her hair, on her eyelashes, and on her shoulders. I don’t know if people from afar were snowing with her, and this life is also considered...

She doesn't believe that she has a long hair in the world.

Who is far away? Why did she have such a ridiculous idea?

Her head started to hurt again. Whenever she thought of the past, the messy scenes could never be seen in real life, her eyes were confused.

Ranbai often stayed alone for a long time, looking at the broken red bean wood hairpin. Sometimes it was an afternoon, sometimes it was a day, as quiet as a painting, pale and indifferent, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Xiaoqi always feels that she has an obsession with her.

Red beans have the most lovesickness in spring.

"What are you waiting for?" Xiaoqi asked curiously.

"Wait for someone." The man's white clothes were thin and he calmly cooked tea.

"Who are you waiting for?" Xiao Qi was confused.

"Forgot." The breeze gently blew her sleeves, and was cold and cold. In this quiet world, she finally lived like another person, answering calmly.

"How could I wait?" Xiaoqi didn't understand.

Ranbai stopped talking.

Later, Xiaoqi always saw Ranbai sitting next to the river under the cliff. She seemed to be looking at another world. She looked extremely light and felt distant, and she vaguely felt that she shouldn't have felt like this.

She shouldn't be such a person.

Then what should she look like?

Xiaoqi didn't understand either, she didn't even understand why she thought that at that moment.

She asked again.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for the wind."

When the wind blows through the two places, winter goes and spring comes, the cycle of all stories will begin again.
Chapter completed!