The sound of the erhu was intermittent in the yard, and Feng Wuli went to get tools to prune the woody flowers on the courtyard wall, and also mixed some potions for treating the flowers.
A silly cat would come and cause trouble from time to time, comparing his feet to those of wild beasts and practicing her hunting skills.
Feng Wuli weaved the cut wood scented flowers into a small wreath with vines and put it on Ye Ji's head.
The kitten was so excited that she ran like a horse running wild.
Ran to Wang Xilou to show off;
The wreath was snatched away by Wang Xilou;
Crying and coming back to find Feng Wuli;
Feng Wuli went to argue for her and snatched the wreath back from Wang Xilou's head. Wang Xilou clicked his tongue disdainfully and watched him put it back on the little cat's head.
But Ye Ji no longer dared to go to Wang Xilou to show off, this woman was too hateful.
He followed Feng Wuli's feet in small steps, looking for the little guy in the flowers from time to time.
Feng Wuli made another larger garland and put it on the little zombie's head.
She acted reluctantly and talked about little girls, but she seemed to be in a good mood.
Jay Chou's Qilixiang played in the yard, and the Erhu version was also very good.
I have to make one for the little fox, so that it can get evenly wet with rain and dew.
"By the way, Wang Xilou."
Feng Wuli gradually heard the details of those dreams, turned around and asked her, "Did you meet anyone special when you were a child?"
"who?"
"It's... a practitioner, right? Or a monster. Did you ever encounter a practitioner or anything like that when you were a child?"
The erhu sound stopped, and Wang Xilou said uncertainly: "When you say that, it seems that Master really has... That was when Master was sitting on the edge of the field when he was a child, and a man came over to ask Master for food, and then took me to the city. Eat...no, this is a dream last night..."
Her voice became softer and softer, and at the end she glanced at the young apprentice over there a little suspiciously.
How could I have such a real and strange dream last night?
Then I thought about it again and realized that I actually met a strange person when I was a child.
The dream last night was a scene she experienced when she was a child.
She was supposed to cool off in the field and wait for her mother to come back, but she met a man who said he came from far away.
She couldn't remember the appearance of that man. He asked her to give up her seat, so Wang Xilou moved to a shady place, and then the older one and the younger one looked at the sun-drenched fields under the tree. There were trees under the shade. Indescribably comfortable.
The man started eating next to her, and she watched nakedly. The man laughed at her and handed her a piece of fruit.
When Wang Xilou finished eating the fruit, the man disappeared.
"real or fake?"
Feng Wuli was half-convinced, but in fact he was mostly convinced.
"Why are you lying to me? Master thought he met a god at the time, but nothing happened later. I was wondering if Master had remembered it wrong."
She glanced at Feng Wuli suspiciously: "Why do you ask this?"
"No, just ask." Feng Wuli packed up his things and looked at the time. It was almost eight or nine o'clock.
"I'm going out for a while. I may come back later tonight. Jiang Nao and Shi will come to celebrate the festival together tonight. Let's cook more dishes for the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"You have to wait for me to learn your song Qili Xiang."
"...I'm not in a hurry."
After leaving the door, Feng Wuli thought about that place based on the incomplete memories in his dream.
First I got on a bus.
There were not many people on the bus and many seats were empty.
Looking out from the bus window, the street outside is different from what I usually see. I always feel that the filter on the bus window is softer. There are rows of green trees, and the breakfast shop is steaming in the morning. There are mooncakes on display, people are entering and exiting the shops on the street, and stray cats are walking around. These scenes that we usually take for granted have a different feeling through the bus window.
Perhaps because he had too many dreams last night, Feng Wuli looked at his phone, set an alarm, put on his Bluetooth headphones, and squinted for a while in the car.
When I woke up, the surrounding houses were obviously very rural. There were half-developed scenes everywhere, making it a bit smoky. In the end, there were no mountains and rivers, and there was no development.
After a while, the place that looked like mountains and valleys in my memory had turned into a small town.
There was a girl of the same age sitting next to him, an ordinary person who was not ugly but not good-looking either. Feng Wuli pressed the bell by the window, and she understood and moved her thighs away to let Feng Wuli get out.
After getting off the car, he looked at it for a long time and determined that this was the place he was looking for.
But a hundred years had really changed a lot, and Feng Wuli kept comparing it with the memories in his dreams.
Comparison failed.
I looked at the bus stop sign.
Okay, here it is.
Rhodes Town.
"Uncle, is there a village with many people named Liu here? Do you know how to get there?"
Feng Wuli grabbed an old man and asked for directions.
"A village with the surname Liu? Young man, let me think about it!"
The uncle tried his best to explain to him, trying to teach him how to get to that place. The two of them chatted on the street. Many of the words were mixed with dialects, which might not be understandable in other words, but Feng Wuli had some memories from the dream, but he felt friendly to listen to them. A lot.
"Yes! That's right. There's also a bridge, yes!"
"Thank you, sir."
The uncle screamed angrily, probably to express his gratitude.
The remoteness here is different from Huaiqing's hometown. Huaiqing's hometown is close to the mountains, with inconvenient access and sparsely populated. The remoteness here is just because of poor development and the young people have fled out. It is like an old city.
Feng Wuli finally saw some scenery in his memory;
A winding river with many stone steps and trees that are hundreds of years old. There are villages on both sides of the river. In the villages there are tile-roofed houses covered with moss, like an ancient town with weeping willows. There are also newly built several-story houses. bungalow.
RMB 100,000 is enough to build a building.
The ancestral hall over there is still there, although it is no longer in use and is covered with weeds;
The banyan tree is still there. In the past, many old people would fan under the tree to enjoy the coolness. Now the tree is there, but the people are gone;
This bridge should have been built later, but it also has a history of several decades. Feng Wuli knew that the opposite side was Liu Erxi's hometown, but he had an inexplicable feeling of being closer to the hometown and more timid. It was very light, but warm in Feng Wuli's heart. It made him feel that kind of nostalgia.
He said he would go home for them.
Suddenly, Feng Wuli heard the voices of several children.
Turning around, I saw two children of five or six years old, shouting and laughing, followed by a couple, both getting out of a very new car.
It should be that there are elderly people in my hometown who came back to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.
His eyes followed the family away, and when he turned around again, he saw a young man.
He looked at the other person blankly, and that person also looked at him.
"Brother, why did you come back?"
Feng Wuli felt a little sour in his heart.
Why did you die so young?
