Carrying a lantern, walking through the bluestone. Facing the moonlight, looking for the green tiles of the plain wall hidden in the flowers in the depths of memory. Still remember at that time, peach blossoms blossomed in the wall, he stood in the corner, slender posture, a clean white shirt, flowers scattered down, strands of silk fell on the corners of his eyebrows. Like a clear spring, cleaning the whole body, full of the whole heart. The feeling of this moment seems to be waiting for a thousand years.
Until, through the gate, came to the peach blossom tree. Only to find that this huge courtyard is unexpectedly unmanned. Except for this peach tree, the yard is full of weeds. It took him more than half a day to find weeding tools from elsewhere. Finally get rid of the weeds in the whole yard. Sitting under the peach tree contentedly, looking at the restoration of the fresh and elegant yard. I have to say that the former owner of this yard must be an elegant man.
Since then, he has become the surrogate owner of the yard. He didn't know when its original owner would suddenly appear. He even thought, if only he would never show up. He cleans the yard every day. Because the location of the yard is far away from where he lives, he simply moves here in his spare time. The yard is surrounded by hills, covered with vegetation, some wild, and some may have been planted by previous owners. He would water and fertilize the peach tree in the courtyard every day and take good care of its first blossoms. It also lived up to his expectations, opening up more beautifully day by day. It seems to hold his heart all the time. He likes peach blossoms, but he has never been so guarded and protected.
Early in the morning, the flowers are covered with morning dew. It is refreshing with the fragrance of flowers mixed with fresh water vapor. At dusk, set up a case under the peach tree, about three or two friends, spend to drink. At night, I sleep with the scent of flowers on my pillow. Get drunk at three minutes and wake up at seven. Occasionally wayward, make wine with peach blossoms, and then water peach trees with flower wine. Enjoy this, drunk eyes hazy, the tree full of peach blossoms tremble slightly, that delicate posture also seems to be drunk. Before he could tell whether he was really drunk or not, the man under the tree fell asleep with his back against the trunk. In the dream, peach blossoms all over the tree fell on the people under the tree one after another. Wrap it in the petals. I don't feel the coolness of the night. The corners of the mouth went up slightly and slept soundly.
When the morning light shone into the yard, he opened his bleary eyes. Slowly sat up, the palm touched the grass under the body only to find that he actually slept under the peach tree. He was stunned for a moment when he slipped off a plain gown. It immediately occurred to me that it was possible that a good friend had gone and returned to see that he fell asleep and covered him. No wonder I didn't wake up with cold last night. Unexpectedly, he did not find out that which of his friends had such elegance in this plain and elegant gown?
He washed his clothes and returned them to his friends. But the two people who drank together last night said that the clothes were not theirs. They were all drunk, so they didn't remember to go back and cover his clothes. He was stunned again. But then I didn't think about it. Since then, he fell asleep drunk twice and woke up the next day covered with a long gown, which was the same as before. He washes it every time, folds it and puts it in the cupboard. The doubts in my heart are getting deeper. He wanted to know, who was that man? So he invited his friends to drink and spend the night under the peach blossom tree.
Only this time, he wasn't drunk. He wants to see that man. In the middle of the month, he is still waiting. Wondering if that guy would show up tonight. He closed his eyes and slowed his breath for fear that he might be found not asleep. After a while, sure enough, I heard a slight footstep and slowly approached him. He wondered when to open his eyes and look at the man. It was not until a dress was covered over him as usual, and then he turned away, that he opened his eyes and took hold of the hand that was about to leave.
The two men looked at each other at the same time and were stunned. He saw the man clearly by the moonlight. She stood quietly in front of him in a red dress, her face as calm as water, allowing him to hold her hand. He can only think of one word to describe her at the moment, that is, peach blossom with human face. Dressed in red, it looks like a fire. In the light of the bright moonlight, it was as beautiful as fairy. He saw for the first time that a man could wear red clothes with the smell of an immortal.
From then on, he changed his drink to her. They don't ask each other who they are or where they come from. Everything is very opportunistic, it seems that just quietly in this courtyard feeling the warmth of each other. Put aside the worldly affairs, with the purest heart, enjoy the good flowers and good scenery in this courtyard. They take care of the flowers and plants in the yard together during the day. Water that peach blossom together. He thanked the beloved peach tree for letting him into the yard and met her. Let him 20 years of stagnant heart lake, appeared a little bit of light. Sparkling in the moonlight. He fell in love with her and fell in love with her as light as a narcissus.
Then one day, he had to go out for a while. There is an engineering project that will take a month or two to complete. When he is finished, he will have a long time to accompany her. He told her that he would come back here to find her in two months. She said nothing but nodded. He knew that she had always been insipid, and even her feelings were light. She nodded and promised to wait for him to come back. The next day, he left. When I left, I was reluctant to part. One step at a time. Watching her stand under the peach blossom tree and watch him go away, although the eyes are as calm as ever. But he knew she didn't want to leave him either.
For two months, it seemed to him that after centuries, he never knew that missing someone would make time so long. Just two months after he finished the project. He hurried back. He longed to see her. All the way non-stop. The moment he stepped on the bluestone, he was inexplicably nervous. He seemed scared. He was afraid that he would not see her.
The moment he set foot here, he found that there was no thick grass on both sides, and what came into his eyes was yellow soil. And signs of being turned over. Since I haven't seen you for two months, this place has changed. Is she still here? He hurried to the direction of the yard. The closer you get to there, the colder your heart will be. When he stood in the courtyard, it was not the yard that caught his eye, but an eyeful of brick and cement. The peach tree near the courtyard wall was uprooted and thrown aside, and the dry branches seemed to be permeated with tears. It turns out that this place has been torn down and a production base will be built here. He stood quietly in the place where he had lay before, and seemed to see the elegant figure of her covering him with a long gown and turning away elegantly.
He just stood there, motionless. Some workers came in to work and did not respond to him no matter how they shouted. I don't even know what he's doing standing there motionless. They don't understand. This is the only way he can get in touch with her. Except here, he doesn't even know where to look for her. He had a feeling that the place was ruined and that she would never show up again. She was the only love in his life. That's how we lost touch. He doesn't know who she is, but he's not stupid. She came not because of him, but because of the yard he took care of, the peach tree, now that the yard was gone, the peach tree was destroyed, and she would never show up again. She is like a fairy like peach blossoms. No wonder her face is like peach blossoms.
From then on, she really didn't appear in front of him again. And he quit his previous construction job. His residence was covered with peach blossoms and each one was taken good care of. He planted flowers and plants wherever he could. He even called on the people around him to plant it together. Soon their place became a world of peach blossoms. He waited every day, waiting for her to appear. Sometimes it is spread and planted all over the country. Because of human destruction, he lost the yard, the peach tree, and even lost her beloved. He hopes that wherever she stays, she will be accompanied by peach blossoms.
For the next few years, he had a dream every day, in which he stepped on the bluestone with a lantern and stood under the peach blossom tree, holding hands with her. He saw the corners of her mouth rising slightly and smiled at him. That smile is so beautiful and moving, like a thousand peach blossoms blooming at the same time. She told him that when the world was full of peach blossoms, she would appear.
From then on, wherever he walked, he would leave behind a piece of green grass and a few peach blossoms. Green trees and red flowers, spring breeze on both sides. He knew the dream would come true soon.
Author: Che Lan Jiuyu
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