In the letter, she said that her husband and her husband's family had committed a serious crime and their house was confiscated by the government. The whole family was sent to prison. The family was ruined and people were dying.
The woman put down her needlework and Shangyang Village, packed her clothes, and went to find the girl. He watched the woman pack her bags from the side, without helping or stopping her. When the woman finished packing, he asked him: "Aren't you going?"
"What can I do if I go?" He murmured to himself, but in fact he still couldn't let go of the tea mountain. It had been several years since he had been there.
The woman didn't complain, didn't cry, didn't say anything, she just left Shangyang Village alone with her parcel on her back. The snow had not stopped on the day she left.
This time, he still stood under the apricot tree and watched the woman walking further and further away until her back disappeared in the heavy snow. He went to the tavern, where in addition to the shopkeeper, Lao Yin was also there.
"Eating noodles?" the shopkeeper asked.
"Drink," he said.
The shopkeeper didn't ask any more questions. He boiled a pot of wine and took three wine bowls. The three of them gathered around a table and drank without saying a word. After an unknown amount of time, he sighed softly and lowered his head.
, picked up the jug and shook it, only to find that the wine was gone.
That night, he had no sleep.
The plum blossoms bloom for an extra long time this year.
As expected, the flowers were blooming, and they were more colorful and green than in previous years. However, he was the only one looking at the flowers and plants in the garden, and no one was talking or laughing around him.
The courtyard became deserted, and his heart also became cold.
He still didn't climb the tea mountain again, and was running around for a living every day. Many villagers about his age had already brought their grandchildren, and Xiaoyangxi was replaced by a group of children playing and playing. This time,
The children became more noisy, which made Lao Yin even more angry. He said that the children frightened his fish.
But no matter how he fished, Lao Yin's fish basket was always empty.
The hard life made him stooped early, and he seldom shaved his beard. His face looked like it had gone through many changes. In fact, he was less than half a century old, but it looked like he was nearly 70 years old.
Another five years later, his eyes became blurred, his hands began to shake, and his steps became unsteady. Life became more and more difficult. In order to fill his stomach, he ate wild fruits, weeds, and leftovers from other people in the village. If
If it weren't for the occasional meal provided by the tavern keeper, he might have starved to death a long time ago. But he hasn't touched a single lotus root in front of the door. The flowers in the yard are still growing well, and the flower trees are still blooming. Every year, they bloom.
During the sunset season, he could always see the figure of a woman among the flying petals, and the two children laughing and playing around her.
This year's winter, he almost didn't make it through.
The snow was falling heavily, and he was wrapped in a cotton coat with holes everywhere. His eyes were full of turbidity, and he stared blankly at the end of Xiaoyang River.
Someone he didn't expect appeared in front of him, blocking his sight. He raised his head with difficulty, and after looking hard for a long time, he recognized who the person was. It turned out to be Miss Mu's family.
Her appearance has not changed, she is still the same as when she was wearing mourning clothes many years ago, cold, indifferent and beautiful. I don't know why he doesn't find it strange that no one is aging, but he is getting older. She has never married, and has always been married.
On the memorial tablet of Lin Xiucai, people have been saying that she had a private meeting with an outsider.
She looked at him coldly, her eyes couldn't tell what it was, it wasn't pity, it wasn't disgust, it was just looking at something she didn't like, then she threw down a bag and turned to leave. He opened the bag and saw that it contained steamed bun meat.
Damn, there is still a jar of old wine.
"Miss Mu," he called her, "you like Lin Xiucai so much, why would you do such a thing?"
Miss Mu didn't look back, she let out a soft sigh and left.
That winter, he survived with a bag of steamed buns and dried meat. He didn't drink the wine, so he buried it under the apricot tree. Later, he never saw Miss Mu again, because he also left that spring.
Already.
In the spring breeze, he went to the tavern. The road from the yard to the tavern was not far, but when he reached the tavern, he was so tired that he was out of breath. The shopkeeper smiled and asked: "Drink or eat noodles?"
He shook his head, neither of them, "I'm leaving."
"Where to go?"
"Tea Mountain."
The shopkeeper looked at him in surprise, looking up and down, "You can't go up a mountain with your legs."
"I haven't gone up the mountain for a long time. If I don't go, I'm afraid I won't be able to walk again."
The shopkeeper was silent for a while and said, "Wait a minute, I'll make you a bowl of noodles, eat it and then go up the mountain."
"No, I've eaten."
The shopkeeper didn't say anything, just nodded.
"I may not be able to come back when I go this time. This is the key to my yard. When I am away, please help me take care of the flowers and plants, as well as the birds and fish. By the way, there are two turtles in the pond."
The shopkeeper smiled: "That won't work. I'm good at cooking noodles and making wine, but I can't serve flowers and plants. Why don't you replace me with someone else? Hey, Lao Yin, come here."
He looked back and saw that Lao Yin was carrying a fishing basket and holding a fishing rod in his hand, ready to go fishing. He glanced at the tavern after hearing the sound, thought for a while, and came in.
The shopkeeper threw the key to him: "Xuanlou is going up the mountain, you help him take care of the yard."
Lao Yin did not refuse. He held it in his arms without saying a word and said lightly: "Actually, those flowers and plants would have grown better if they were not taken care of."
"It's all good." He smiled and didn't force anything.
"Since you don't want to eat noodles, let's drink wine."
This time he did not refuse, but nodded in agreement. There were three bowls of wine, and no appetizers. The three of them sat around a table and drank the wine slowly, but no matter how slow it was, they would finish it.
He put down the wine bowl and said, "Actually, the noodles you cooked taste terrible."
The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then he continued: "The wine you make is even worse."
The three of them looked at me, and I looked at you, and suddenly they burst out laughing in unison, and tears flowed down their faces as they laughed.
Lao Yin gasped and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Mountain."
"still coming back?"
"have no idea."
"Actually, what you are looking for is not on the mountain."
"I know."
"you know?"
"I know." He said slowly but loudly.
"Then you still go to the mountain?"
"If I don't go to the mountains, where else can I go?"
"Go straight along Xiaoyang River and you will see a river. Follow the river eastward and you will find what you want to find." Lao Yin put down the wine bowl and looked at him calmly with the shopkeeper.
This sound, like morning bells and evening drums, shattered the fog that had been shrouding his heart. He was stunned. The girl left, the boy left, and the woman also left, all along the Xiaoyang River. Only he remained here.
"Can you find it?" he whispered.
"How will you know if you don't try." Lao Yin and the shopkeeper said in unison.
Yes, how will you know if you don’t try? He laughed and walked out of the tavern.
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