The boy recalled the first time they met.
"—I've eaten your tribute, and you can come to me if you need anything."
The picture was too blurry. He looked at the cracked stone statue of a woman in front of him, and the mental shock made him unwilling to believe that it was real.
When those memories of the past emerge, the childhood playmates, the big sister I longed for in childhood, and then the woman I admired in my youth.
It was like a dream that became unreal.
"You're back?"
Suddenly a woman's light voice came from the tree.
He looked up anxiously and saw the man sitting on the tree, his dangling calves looming under his skirt.
Looking back again, the cracked stone statue is right in front of us.
"Choose one from southeast to northwest?"
"Dong..." He responded in a strange way.
"What time east?"
"...Three times to the east."
"One, two, three, let me see...the punishment is to give me two candies." She stretched out her white palm to him.
"Why are you crying? Just give me one."
Du Ziheng said that he thought she was dead.
Duoxi said that in the past, they found a stone that looked like a woman in the mountains and took it back to build a temple for her. However, no one believed in her anymore, and it no longer mattered whether the temple existed or not.
"Stop crying. The platycodon flowers are blooming in the mountains. Do you want to pick them?"
Du Ziheng held her hand.
In the past, Duoxi was the tallest person in his world, but now he is a head shorter than himself. In the past, Duoxi's hands were very big, but now that he is holding them, he realizes how petite he is.
When they meet again, it's like going back to the past.
It seems not.
When playing tricks, Du Ziheng always wins. If he wants to pick fruits from the tree, he no longer needs to ride on the opponent's neck, but can reach out and touch them. The spoon he blows from the banyan leaves has a melodious sound, which is better than Duoxi's. It also sounds better.
"Why have you been looking at me?" Duoxi turned around and suddenly asked in confusion.
The boy panicked and quickly avoided looking.
Unknowingly, I would always look at that face and the woman next to me.
He hurriedly fled down the mountain in the dusk and returned to his home, his heart beating in the sunset.
He saw his old mother working on the meal, and she told him that dinner was about to begin.
"Mom, I seem to hear the stones in the back mountain talking."
Mom just said: "It's almost time to eat, come here and wash your hands."
Du Ziheng had a dream that night. In the dream, he was wearing red clothes and marrying the woman he loved. When he lifted his hijab, he saw that familiar face.
At that moment he woke up from his dream.
How happy that is!
He felt that he was crazy that he actually liked Duoxi.
But why can't he like Duoxi?
Du Ziheng didn't think about it either.
Yes, why can't he like Duoxi?
He thought about it all night, tossing and turning in bed, looking out the window at the waning moon, turning over and letting the moonlight shine on him.
The next day, Du Ziheng went up the mountain.
He found the woman lying by the lake drinking water and made his fourth wish.
His fourth wish is that he wants to marry Duoxi.
Duoxi doesn't know what marriage is, or what a wife is, but this is the only person she believes in.
She promised him.
Du Ziheng was ecstatic.
They held a wedding in the mountains, invited all kinds of monsters in the mountains, and the stone statues were put aside with red cloth. They got married under the sun, moon and stars.
Du Ziheng took Duo Xi away from the mountain.
Du Ziheng smiled when Du Xi entered the human world. When he was a child, his Du Xi was obviously omnipotent, but how could he come here so quietly.
"Ms. sir, what is that?" She pointed to the street in confusion.
Du Ziheng's heart shrank and his face turned red, although it was because of his own mistakes
Duoxi shouted, but when it came out of this woman's mouth, he felt that his heart was about to jump out of his mouth.
"That's candied haws, it's human food."
He smiled and said, "My husband, go buy it for you."
Daxi learned that human things require money to buy.
"Thank you sir."
Du Ziheng avoided her innocent gaze, feeling unhappy about being despicable, but he couldn't help but get more.
Duoxi has many things she wants, including rouge on women’s faces, beautiful clothes for humans, and a rattle for children.
That kind of want is not strong, just pure curiosity, but Du Ziheng will satisfy her.
People in the town saw a man carrying a stone statue. He came from out of town, bought a house, and placed the stone statue in the house.
He did not marry a wife, rarely communicated with others, and would bring home many novelties every day. Some people even rumored to hear him laughing and laughing alone near his home.
Du Ziheng listened to the neighbors' gossip.
"Taxi, let's move."
They moved to a bigger house, and no one knew that there was a monster in the house that ordinary people couldn't see.
Du Ziheng made a lot of money, and he would buy Duo Xi whatever she wanted.
Du Ziheng thought that in this way he and Duo Xi could be together happily until one time, he suddenly fell ill in front of her.
After years of hard work and feeling dizzy, he fell straight to the ground.
He was anxious to tell Duoxi that he was fine and not to worry, but he was wrong.
He saw that Duoxi just had a calm face, looking at him condescendingly, with doubt in his tone, and said calmly:
"What are you doing lying on the floor?"
She wasn't worried about herself at all, and her heart never wavered because of herself.
Du Ziheng knew that as long as he spoke, Duoxi would come over to help him up, serve him tea and water, and obey all his orders.
But Daxi is a stone.
Stone, where does the idea of the heart come from?
He had actually noticed it for a long time, but he had always been stupid, or he didn't want to admit it, but getting along day and night opened up the problem wider and wider until he had to face it.
He just imprisoned Daxi to himself.
He panicked.
The past joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys all turned out to be his emotions. At this moment, he felt that those emotions were like bubbles rising in the sun, glowing with colorful fluorescence, but meaningless.
He lay quietly on the ground, with Duoxi looking at him calmly.
"Help me up, Tao Xi."
"good."
He found the best craftsmen to repair the cracked stone statue, and also asked people to move the stone beast that was originally placed in front of the temple from the back mountain of his hometown.
People around him said that the wealthy businessman surnamed Du had a mental problem and fell in love with a stone. Some people also said that he knew evil ways. The reason why Du Ziheng got rich was because of that stone.
Du Ziheng ignored it.
He himself knows that what he loves is not a stone.
The courtyard is deserted, and there is a man talking to himself all year round. He is always talking to the stones, laughing, or telling his recent troubles.
But after the man closes the door and leaves, the yard will become quiet again.
The cicadas chirp in the summer, and the fire warms up in the winter. The door to the courtyard opens and closes, but only one person comes in and out from the beginning to the end.
The door to the deep courtyard of the house was pushed open again.
The woman was wearing white clothes and playing with origami in her hands. She asked herself, is there anything wrong with coming to her this time?
Du Ziheng's mouth trembled slightly when he faced the beautiful woman.
Her appearance has never changed. That stunning face has always been as calm as the water, as it has been for decades. She is neither sad nor happy, neither anxious nor angry. She has never laughed or been annoyed by herself. She just... stared at him. .
It was autumn, and he was wearing a long gown, just like when he was a child, like a boy, like a youth...
Du
Zi Heng made a fifth wish for Duo Xi, he wanted her to love him.
"What is love?" she asked.
From that moment on, Du Ziheng seemed to see clearly that there was no beautiful woman in the room, only a peaceful and solemn statue.
He knelt before the idol and burst into tears.
