A small stove was lit under the wooden eaves.
Although Mei Xiyu wanted to let Xu Chunhua go into the hut to warm up by the fire.
But the girl who secretly drank a lot of wine refused, saying she wanted to see the snow and see her hair turn white.
Mei Xiyu couldn't resist her, so she had no choice but to light the stove and move under the eaves of the wooden house, snuggling up and watching the snow beside the quiet stream in the forest.
The little white umbrella was ruthlessly abandoned in the wind and snow outside the corridor.
"What did you do in the South?"
Xu Chunhua nestled in Mei Xiyu's arms, raising her head and looking at the young Taoist of Qingtian Dao with a smile.
Mei Xiyu said softly: "It's just some small things."
"How small?"
Mei Xiyu thought for a while and said, "It's probably because someone in the town had some disputes, and they went over to try to resolve it."
"That's not too small." Xu Chunhua said softly: "Last year, someone got into a fight in the town and broke his head. He almost couldn't be saved, so he was sent to Huaidu."
Mei Xiyu said slowly: "It's different."
"Why is it different?"
"In matters in the practice world, unless absolutely necessary, fights rarely get so intense."
"But things in the practice world are definitely bigger than things in the town!"
Mei Xiyu smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, these are some big things."
Xu Chunhua looked at Mei Xiyu and said, "How big is it?"
Mei Xiyu held her forehead.
After a long time, he said softly in the woman's smile: "Anyway, it's not as big of a deal as you secretly drinking so much wine."
"Hey, there is a fish in the stream."
Xu Chunhua looked around and talked about him.
Mei Xiyu just laughed softly.
"correct."
Xu Chunhua suddenly sat upright on the wooden corridor, took out a small bag from her waist, and handed it to Mei Xiyu.
Mei Xiyu took the small bag and said curiously: "What is this?"
"This is what I said at the beginning, the flower seeds of Huangliang."
Xu Chunhua said with a smile: "Originally, these seeds should have been sent here earlier, but I heard that something happened over there in Huangliang, and a lot of things couldn't come through. My father asked people to run around and search for a long time before finally getting here. In some small towns in the East China Sea, we found some old flower seeds, but the person said that although they were not in season, they were well preserved and could still be planted. When next spring, we can get a small spade , go dig some soil and plant it."
Mei Xiyu looked at the flower stand in the snow, and then remembered what she had said a long time ago about planting some flowers.
Originally, Mei Xiyu planned to plant some flowers that are common in the north, but Xu Chunhua picked up a biography called "The Story of Crossing Demons" that someone had dropped on the street of a small town. People were very interested in the flowers they planted in their courtyards, so they decided to plant Huangliang flowers.
Mei Xiyu looked at the flower stand, naturally not thinking about who dropped the evil biography. She just looked at it for a long time, then opened the small bag in her hand, poured some of the dark brown seeds inside, and put it in the palm of her hand. .
"Will these seeds still grow in three years?"
Xu Chunhua tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "I don't know, it might be necrotic."
Mei Xiyu fell silent.
Xu Chunhua turned to look at him and said with some confusion: "What's wrong?"
Mei Xiyu poured the seeds he had looked at for a long time back into the bag and said softly: "It's nothing, I may have to leave for a while."
When Xu Chunhua heard this, she looked at Mei Xiyu nervously and said, "What's wrong? Did something happen in the mountains?"
Mei Xiyu shook his head and said: "Nothing will happen in the temple, everyone is sensible."
Xu Chunhua stared closely into Mei Xiyu's eyes.
After a while, Mei Xiyu sighed softly and said, "I have something to do."
Xu Chunhua turned her head and stared at the small white umbrella not far away quietly collecting snow in the snow.
"What's up?"
"I want to inherit some things for Guanli as an explanation to the world."
Mei Xiyu said very calmly.
Xu Chunhua just looked at the umbrella and said, "Why you?"
Mei Xiyu said softly: "It's just that fate happened to happen, and I appeared there."
The young Taoist who came down from the temple on the mountain - maybe he is not young anymore, he is already twenty-nine years old.
The Taoist, who was not young, turned to look at the small town woman who turned away, and said softly: "Besides, I also want to get rid of something through this matter."
Xu Chunhua still didn't look back, she just looked at the little white umbrella in the snow quietly.
The snow in the forest stream is still there, but it seems to have a different meaning.
After a long time, Xu Chunhua stood up, walked over, picked up the umbrella, stood in the snow, and looked back at the Qingtian Taoist under the eaves of the wooden house.
After a long time, the small town woman said softly: "In three years, if you don't come back, I will marry someone else."
The woman holding a small white umbrella is gentle and charming.
It's just that there are probably some strong people who like to drink secretly among them.
Mei Xiyu said softly: "Okay."
The little white umbrella slowly left in the snow.
Mei Xiyu sat quietly on the corridor. The fire in the stove probably had some snow falling into it, but it was about to go out.
The river is full of silence.
Mei Xiyu put the small bag containing flower seeds that could not wait for three years by the window, then got up and moved the stove into the snow, turned around and left.
After a long time, the little white umbrella came back and stopped in front of the wooden house, looking at the small bag by the window.
Then he reached out and took it off, turned around and left again.
Naturally, flower seeds cannot wait three years.
But flowers can.
...
Chen He no longer sells bean cakes. The bean cakes are so delicious that he is busy all day long and has no time to spare.
So he changed careers.
I started selling poetry instead.
The small four-wheeler was parked under the snowy eaves of the town. The black box that once held iron plate tofu and bean cakes now held many papers.
Chen He sat by the stove under the eaves, looking at the biography in his hand quite leisurely.
A figure stopped in front of Chen He's snow-eaves poetry shop.
Chen He didn't care. If the scene was about bean cakes, Chen He might be worried that someone would sneak in and eat two pieces. But since the scenes were all poems written by himself, it didn't matter.
Who the hell would steal this thing?
The figure was looking at a song called Nan Gezi on the top layer.
The thrush is like a green mountain, and the red dress is from Pingting. The low eyebrows are full of smiles for the first time. The feeling of looking back is about to go away, but the shame is still welcome.
Falling flowers should be resented, but returning birds are ruthless. Holding an umbrella, I watched the rain stop by the stream. Youyou asked E Palace when it would be dawned.
Chen He didn't know why this woman holding a small white umbrella read out these things.
Maybe it’s to make up the word count.
The woman holding a small white umbrella looked at it quietly for a long time, then looked at Chen He who was reading a biography and said, "How much does this cost?"
Chen He said casually: "Just let me buy a few buns for three cents."
"Okay..." The woman said as she was about to take out the money. But halfway through, she found another poem below and stopped.
Chen He stretched out his hand while reading the biography.
After waiting for a long time, I didn't hear the sound of coins coming in, so I put down the biography in front of me and looked at the woman in the small flower skirt in front of me.
Then her eyes fell on the song she was reading.
"Aha, this is a treasure from ancient times. It's very poorly written. If it weren't for the last sentence, I wouldn't even bother to translate it."
Chen He said with a smile.
The woman holding a small white umbrella said slowly: "Yesterday, the flying catkins did not fall into my arms, but this year, the snow has arrived. The thin branches are still in the wind, and only the shadows of countless broken clouds are seen. I still suspect that I am asking in a dream. , there is still warmth in the palm of my hand. Partings are mostly in this season, and all the snow on the plum blossoms has turned into snow on the brows."
The woman looked up at Chen He and said softly: "It's really a mess."
Chen He was not embarrassed at all, and said with a slight smile: "After all, the things from my youth can be said to be antiques."
"But I also like the last sentence, or three cents?" the woman looked at Chen He and asked.
Chen He thought for a while and said: "This poppy song is too bad. I only sell the last sentence, so I'll give you a penny."
"good."
The woman took a penny from the bag on her waist, but Chen He looked at her for a long time and did not take the penny.
"Aren't you the daughter of the owner of the wine shop at the end of the town?"
Chen He looked at her and asked.
Xu Chunhua nodded.
Xu Chunhua may not be the daughter of the Zhenwei shopkeeper in the little white umbrella and little flower skirt.
But the daughter of shopkeeper Zhenwei’s little white umbrella and little flower skirt is naturally Xu Chunhua.
Chen He withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "Forget it, when you go back later, help me get a pot of wine, hot or not."
Xu Chunhua looked at the penny in her palm and said, "One penny is not enough to buy a jug of wine."
Chen He thought for a while and said, "How many more songs can you choose?"
Xu Chunhua said: "I want this one."
Chen He sighed and took out a money bag from his arms. Chen He, who had made a lot of money whether selling bean cakes or sizzling tofu, would naturally not be short of money to the point of embarrassment.
I'm just too lazy to take any more money.
After counting some money from the bag and handing it to Xu Chunhua, the woman holding a small white umbrella turned around and left with the poppy poppy.
Just halfway through, he looked back at the biography in Chen He's hand.
"Did you lose a biography?"
Chen He was stunned for a moment and said, "Yes, do you know where it is?"
Xu Chunhua continued walking towards the end of the street.
"I'll bring it to you later."
Chen He scratched his head on the spot. Was he picked up by her?
After scratching his head for a long time, Chen He continued to lower his head and look at the book in his hand.
It snowed for a long time before Xu Chunhua came back and handed the wine bottle in her hand to Chen He.
"It's warmed up."
"Okay, okay, thank you, thank you, just put it there, just put it there." Chen He looked at the book in his hand intently.
Xu Chunhua put the wine bottle in her hand on the stove nearby, and then put the book she picked up on Chen He's stall.
However, he did not leave. He stood outside the snow cornice with an umbrella for a long time, and then said softly: "Is the autumn water in the book the same autumn water on the sword cliff of the East China Sea in today's world?"
"Ah?" Chen He raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him blankly.
Xu Chunhua then asked again.
Chen He thought for a while and said, "It should be so."
Xu Chunhua sighed softly, holding an umbrella and walking to the side of the snow eaves.
Chen He looked at her curiously and said, "What's wrong?"
Xu Chunhua said softly: "I was just thinking, what kind of bastard would write that Qiu Shui killed his childhood sweetheart with his own hands, and then stayed alone on the cliff for a thousand years - maybe it was because he read the story in the book that reminded him of himself , I’m a little worried about my fate.”
Xu Chunhua had never said the word fate before. Even if people in the small town did, they would only talk about destiny, not fate.
After listening to Mei Xiyu's words today, Xu Chunhua also learned that destiny is a word that always sounds very heavy.
Chen He chuckled softly, picked up the biography on the stall, read it casually for a while, and said: "Who knows, maybe it was written randomly. Maybe the guy named Gouqian is not dead after all. Good luck." He was alive and died at the end of his life."
Xu Chunhua just held an umbrella and stared blankly at the sparse pedestrians on the long street and the fine white snow.
Chen He turned to look at her, thought for a while and said, "Actually, it is unreasonable to worry about fate. I always worry about what will happen tomorrow, even if I have a bad day today. Did you just break up with your sweetheart?"
Xu Chunhua nodded silently.
"Don't always think about whether he will never come back from now on. You have to think about whether he may come back tomorrow. Do you think the snow has become cute?" Chen He sat there, warming his hands. , said with a smile.
"You have a lot of things that you can't let go of? You should be a more relaxed person. If you love someone, you don't have to be with them for a lifetime. If I like a flower, I don't necessarily have to pick it off. I like the wind. Should I let the wind stop and let me smell it? . I like clouds, should I let them float down and cover me?"
Xu Chunhua turned around and stared blankly at the young man selling poems idly.
"Don't assume that you will spend your whole life with one person, just get along naturally. You can go wherever fate takes you. Heaven has its way and naturally will not let lovers separate. If God has no way, people should follow destiny." Chen He He chuckled and looked at the woman holding a small white umbrella beside him. "I see there is a small bag hanging on your waist. Is it for flower seeds? If you think the wait is too long, you can plant some flowers. If he comes back, ask him to see the flowers. If he doesn't come back, just plant some flowers." Look at the flowers by yourself. If the flowers are blooming particularly well on any day, you can also go across the mountains and rivers to find them and tell them, look, these flowers are so beautiful - so am I!"
Xu Chunhua looked down at the bag at her waist, and then laughed softly.
"Yes. That should be it."
Chen He turned around, threw the biography in his hand on the poetry stall, and said with a smile: "So are you still worried about your fate?"
Xu Chunhua thought for a while and said, "I'm not that worried anymore, but I'm still a little worried."
Chen He lifted the wine pot on the stove and said to the woman holding a small white umbrella: "That's because your flowers haven't bloomed yet. When your flowers bloom, your worries may turn into expectations." Come on. Do you want to drink? Although you are very worldly and did not give me a discount, but seeing that you are not very happy today, I can also buy you a drink. "
Xu Chunhua walked into the snow on the street of the town holding an umbrella. Looking at the light snow, she shook her head and said softly: "No, I have secretly drank a lot today."
Naturally, Chen He didn't continue to persuade him. He just poured himself a glass, leaned there comfortably and started drinking.
Xu Chunhua looked back at Chen He and said, "Are you a practitioner?"
Chen He shook his head.
"Why do you think so?"
Xu Chunhua thought for a while and said, "I just think you are a wonderful person."
Chen He said with a smile: "People in the world are wonderful people. What is so wonderful about practitioners?"
"So who are you?"
"Me?" Chen He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "I am a passer-by who sits in a wheelchair and watches the snow while my business is bleak but extremely comfortable."
Xu Chunhua looked at Chen He sitting under the snow eaves, drinking warm wine and reading the biography.
Probably really comfortable as hell.
At least it's much more comfortable than selling bean cakes in a hurry.
Xu Chunhua, a woman from a small town, looked at the snowy passerby Chen He for a long time, then smiled softly and said, "See you next time you want to drink."
"OK."
Xu Chunhua walked towards the snow.
Flowers naturally have to be planted.
But not the twelfth lunar month of winter.
But next spring.
Not long after Xu Chunhua left, another person stopped in front of Chen He's stall and looked at the poems.
Chen He thought, had he seen a ghost today?
Why is someone here again?
So he put down the book in his hand, raised his head, and saw a young Taoist standing in front of his stall, looking at the poems with a lonely expression.
Chen He looked at the Taoist for a long time, and then said, "Have you also experienced a separation?"
Mei Xiyu said calmly: "Yes."
Chen He thought for a while and said, "Is your farewell and that of the daughter of the owner of Zhenwei Restaurant the same farewell?"
Mei Xiyu raised his head and looked at the young man sitting under the snow eaves, warming wine and warming himself by the fire, reading a book. Then he turned to look towards the end of the town street and said softly: "If you are talking about the end of the town, The daughter of a wine shop owner, wearing a small floral skirt and holding a small white umbrella, that's true."
Chen He said with a smile: "So you are the one who betrayed your heart!"
Mei Xiyu said softly: "Yes."
Chen He was stunned for a moment, looked at the Taoist in front of him and said, "Don't you want to defend yourself?"
Mei Xiyu was also stunned for a moment and said, "Should I defend myself?"
Chen He said with a smile: "Generally, there are some unspeakable secrets behind such stories."
Mei Xiyu said softly: "It doesn't matter if it's true or not. Could it be that if I tell you, you can solve it?"
Chen He said: "No, but you can let me have some interesting stories to drink with in this wind and snow."
Mei Xiyu let go of the papers and stood in the wind and snow wearing a Taoist robe, as if she was brewing something. After a long time, she said softly: "Let's talk about it next time."
Although Chen He didn't really like to talk about it next time, he didn't force it. He just said, "Maybe you won't be able to touch me next time."
Mei Xiyu said calmly: "If you can't touch it, then you can't touch it."
It's natural to be a little more unrestrained in life.
Chen He found it very interesting, so he invited him to drink a glass of wine.
Taoist Mei Xiyu, who never drank alcohol, drank it all in one gulp.
Then turned and left.
