In a pond full of peach blossoms, Xiao Congxin walked along the path with a sad face.
In her hand she held a peach blossom that had withered into a dark brown color.
"This peach blossom is dead."
Cong Xin looked very sad. She stopped by the bridge and showed Zhang Xiaoyu the peach blossom in her hand.
Zhang Xiaoyu took back his Dao charm into his body and touched Cong Xin's head. Seeing her like this, he no longer became happy and said softly: "It's okay. Even if this peach blossom dies, there will still be peach blossoms." It’s blooming again, look, there are still many peach blossoms on this tree!”
Cong Xin shook her head and said, "No, this peach blossom was given to me by my brother named Nan Dao that day. It was broken off his shoulder."
Cong Xin whispered, squatted down, and buried the peach blossom among the fallen flowers under the tree.
"I can feel it." Cong Xin squatted in front of the pile of flowers and whispered, "He and these peach blossoms should be connected by life. If the flowers die, will he die too?"
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while and said, "Maybe it will be a new student?"
Cong Xin raised her head, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Really?"
Zhang Xiaoyu touched Cong Xin's head and said softly: "If the flowers wither, they will bloom again."
"Do not lie to me."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "I, Zhang Xiaoyu, like not to pay back the money I owe, and I rarely lie to others."
Cong Xin seemed to be in a better mood. She looked up at the peach tree for a long time, then remembered something, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "You still owe me nineteen cents!"
Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned, laughed awkwardly, and said, "Let's discuss the South Island."
Cong Xin groaned, stepped on Zhang Xiaoyu, turned around and left.
Zhang Xiaoyu was laughing from behind. It wasn't until Cong Xin's figure disappeared into the pool that Zhang Xiaoyu stopped smiling and looked down at the peach blossoms under the tree.
The wind blew, and the covered peach blossoms were blown open again, revealing the black withered flower underneath.
Are those causes and effects really just the cause and effect of the peach tree?
Zhang Xiaoyu thought silently, and looked back. In the hazy fog, Cong Xin had appeared on the tall tree house outside the pond. She was sitting on the edge of the house, looking at the fog in the world, still silent.
...
Chen He originally wanted to go to Nanyi City to sell sizzling tofu today.
But when I woke up early in the morning and saw the heavy fog, I gave up the idea and huddled on the windstand reading a book.
Nan Dao was beside him, sitting cross-legged by Chen He.
The peach blossom in my heart is extremely bright, like blood.
Chen He didn't know what the current situation was in South Island, but it seemed like he wouldn't die.
After all, except for the lack of consciousness, everything else is normal.
Even on his body, he could still feel the existence of those sword intentions and the vitality of heaven and earth. Sometimes a bamboo leaf would be blown into pieces from the bamboo forest outside, and it would be chopped into pieces in an instant and fall to the ground in a heap.
Chen He sat there, his eyes falling on Nan Dao, thinking thoughtfully, those sword intentions seemed to be stronger than yesterday.
What was he doing in Old Dog Town?
Really just basking in the sun?
...
Really just sunbathing.
Cao Weiying was sitting by the lake, leaning against the peach tree that Nan Dao had turned into.
The flowers kept falling, and he looked at the biographical novel that Chen He brought to him, and occasionally took a sip of rice wine, which seemed very comfortable.
It's just that the comfort belongs to Cao Weiying, not Nandao.
South Island should be in pain at this point.
The peach-faced man in white reflected in the water had many blood stains on his body, as if plum blossoms were blooming.
Cao Weiying drank half of the gourd wine, then took out a pair of large shears from the grass beneath her, climbed to the peach tree and started pruning the branches.
Peach trees naturally need pruning as well.
Only by cutting off some useless branches can the absorbed nutrients be concentrated where they should be, and produce big and delicious peaches.
Weifeng is not very skilled at making grass, and it often takes him a long time to figure out which strip to cut while sitting on a tree trunk.
Many branches gradually fell on the ground, as well as many messy fallen flowers.
Chen He walked over from the sea of flowers, looked at the grass climbing on the tree in amazement, looked at the branches on the ground, and asked: "What are you doing?"
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "Of course it's pruning. Otherwise, how could it be murder?"
Chen He was speechless.
After looking under the tree for a while, he remembered something and said, "I have a book over there called "Peach Blossom Aesthetics". It seems to talk about some things related to peach trees. Do you want to bring it to you to read?"
Cao Weiying stopped on the tree, looked at Chen He and said, "That's good. I was worried about where to cut it. What if I cut it wrong? The kid woke up and found that he was missing something. What should I do? You have to scold me."
Chen He covered his face and disappeared by the lake.
When he reappeared, he had an extra book in his hand. He stood under the tree and threw it to Cao Weiying.
Cao Weiying took it and turned it over. He thought it was pretty good. He took a look at it and smiled in the bush. The name seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember it, so he didn't think about it anymore. He sat down leaning against the trunk of the tree and called him something. Chen He: "Help me throw the wine gourd up."
Chen He found the wine gourd among a bunch of broken branches under the tree, picked it up and threw it up, not forgetting to warn: "Drink less. If you drink too much, it will be bad if you cut it wrong."
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "It's a small problem, just cut it wrong and then put it back again."
"..."
Chen He sat down under the tree and read the biographical novel on the side. Cao Weiying was drinking wine on the tree, reading the "Peach Blossom Aesthetics" and muttering: "This is where it should be cut!" "
Chen He raised his head and saw Cao Weiying on the tree looking at the branches on the ground.
"Wrong cut?"
"Wrong cut."
"What did you cut off?"
Cao Weiying was silent for a while and said, "Cut off his ears."
"..."
"It should be the branch at your feet. Get it for me quickly, otherwise it will be really difficult to pick it up."
Chen He followed his words and found the peach branch nearby and handed it to Cao Weiying.
After working hard for a while, Cao Weiying finally finished pruning the peach branches, and took back the ones that were accidentally cut.
The two of them stood in the sea of flowers not far away, looking at the pruned peach tree beside the Great Lake of Clouds and Mists.
Very satisfied.
At least Cao Weiying was very satisfied.
The two returned to the tree, and Cao Weiying picked up the wine gourd and drank the wine happily.
Chen He looked at him from the side and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to prune the branches of Nandao?"
Cao Weiying thought for a while and said, "Because he wants to forget something, but I think there are people who refuse to forget. They are struggling there with blood stains all over them. I might as well be a good person and help him cut it."
"What will happen if you don't forget?"
"It's nothing, it'll just be a little painful when the time comes." Cao Weiying said with a smile, "Rather than letting him suffer when he wakes up, it's better to suffer now."
"That's good." Chen He sat down and looked up at the peach tree, the flying peach blossoms and the sparsely revealed sky.
Then Chen He looked at the heavy fog outside the cliffs of Dahu Mountain in the distance, and said slowly: "We also have heavy fog there today."
"Heavy fog?" Cao Weiying turned to look at Chen He.
Chen He nodded and said, "It's such a heavy fog. I originally wanted to go out and sell tofu today, but the fog was too heavy and I had to give up."
"Maybe the water vapor is too heavy."
Cao Weiying said.
Chen He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "Why is there too much water vapor?"
"I didn't know. I'm from Laogou Town. You have to ask others about your human affairs." Cao Weiying said while drinking.
"All right."
Chen He sat by the lake for a while, and then left Old Dog Town.
To be fair, Chen He thought this place was pretty good.
He just had to shout every time he came in, which made him feel a little ashamed.
Cao Weiying was still quietly drinking wine under the tree, looking at the lake. The man in white reflected in it had calmed down, and the blood color on his body had become lighter, like the light red of an apricot stamen.
Quietly stood in the reflection holding a small sword, as if waiting for something.
Cao Weiying looked at it for a while, then remembered the heavy fog that Chen He mentioned, and looked up at the dense fog in the mountains in the distance.
Beyond the mountains are naturally mountains.
There is naturally fog in the fog.
The thicker the fog, the more things have to be hidden.
Cao Weiying took a sip of wine, swayed the wine gourd, got up and walked towards the small town.
The town is still lively, a peaceful and lively one.
Cao Weiying walked all the way with a smile, greeted people coming and going, and then stopped outside the wine shop.
The old dog was sleeping there, and the big cat who liked to eat other people's birds was also there, curled up on the old dog's belly, basking in the warm sun.
Cao Weiying squatted down there and scratched the chin of the civet cat.
The civet cat raised its head and purred comfortably.
The curtains of the wine shop were lifted up. Judging from the look of the hand, the owner should be a young man.
"Are you busy today?"
Cao Weiying petted the cat and said, "I'm a little busy today, but it's okay. I should be busy again in a while."
"Want to go out and take a look?"
Cao Weiying thought for a while and said: "Yes, I feel something is not good. I have been having trouble sleeping recently. Maybe there is something going on in this world? I don't know."
Cao Weiying was talking to herself, asking and answering questions to herself.
The man in the wine shop didn't say anything else. He seemed to be drinking wine inside. Cao Weiying thought of something and handed his wine gourd in: "Help me get some wine."
The person inside took the wine gourd and handed it out again after a short while.
Cao Weiying took the Hulu that was refilled with wine, drank a few sips, looked at the cats and dogs, and didn’t know what she was thinking about. After a long time, she slowly said: "What do you think should happen next?" ?I’m talking about this town.”
The man in the wine shop seemed to think for a long time and said hesitantly: "Let the two become guards?"
"And then it turns into a myth and legend thousands of years later?" Cao Weiying looked at the old dog and big cat sleeping comfortably.
The man in the wine shop said with a smile: "I heard that Huangliang people believe in ghosts and gods. Maybe that's how they came here?"
Cao Weiying also laughed and said: "That may be true, but this world is still too small."
"It will be bigger in the future. The clouds and mists will disperse, the mountains and cliffs will merge, and the big lakes will merge into the sea. This may not be a new human world."
"Then what should this human world be called?"
"Dream within a dream."
The floating life is temporarily sent to dreams within dreams, and things in the world are like hearing the wind and the wind.
Cao Weiying thought about it for a long time, nodded and said, "Very good."
Then Cao Weiying picked up the wine gourd and headed to the south of the town.
The civet cat waited for a long time, but no one came to pet it again. It meowed and then jumped up on the window sill.
The curtains of the wine shop were constantly swaying in the wind, and a young man in green clothes sat in the window, smiling slightly and looking at the people in the town.
