Ruyan

Winter is almost over.

The trees in the mountains pulled out their buds unexpectedly, and grew cautiously against the warming wind.The winter's snow water obviously saved their lives. In the early morning when the first gleam of light bloomed, the Nanyan returned and hovered over the west city in circles. , Something happened to the Lin family.

On this day, Mu Yan still went to Wei Mansion.

When cooking in the morning, for some reason, he accidentally broke the bowl used to hold tea.The hot camellia spilled all over the floor, and with the heat from the stove, the tea all over the floor evaporated by itself in a short while.Mu Yan cleaned up the broken bowl, cooked a new bowl, and put it on the stove.

When he hurried back, the bowl of tea was still warm.

When Ah Liu ran in in a panic, he was still burying his head in silent scriptures. Before he finished writing the word "sorrow", he heard Ah Liu say, Mr. Mu, no, it’s not good, you should go home and have a look see.

His hands trembled, and he went home without having time to ask why.He walked so fast that Wei Lianshuo and others could hardly keep up with him.

The closer he got to West Street, the more uneasy he felt, until he saw the group of people surrounding his house.When they saw him coming, they all looked unbearable. That Wang Er's eyes were already wet, so he didn't say much, and directly led him into Uncle Lin's bedroom.

People are cold.

Later, I heard that Mr. Qian from Mipu discovered it. He said that if he hadn’t made an appointment with Mr. Lin the day before yesterday to play chess and knocked on the door but no one answered, he thought, then Mr. Lin is not a person who keeps his word and pushes the door open. Only then did I realize that he had gone west.

Mr. Qian is used to weather, so he is much calmer than others.He almost single-handedly helped deal with the funeral.Mu Yan is still young, and Uncle Lin is not the kind of person who puts on the show, so the funeral is not going to be held. People he knows come to help with the burial uninvited, and the last piece of earth is buried, and his life is settled. up.

Uncle Qian looked at the "Tomb of the First Lin Zhongxian" on the tombstone, patted Mu Yan on the shoulder and said, Xiaoyan, it's okay, Lao Lin is 78 years old, this is the end of his life, thanks to having you by his side in the last few years.He must be grateful to you.

Mu Yan didn't answer. After the crowd dispersed, he knelt down straight and kowtowed three times.

Wei Lianshuo was always by his side.It's just that Mu Yan seems to have been drained of energy, and there is no string called reason between his actions.He looked into the man's lifeless eyes, his heart ached, but there was nothing he could do.I can only accompany him silently, and occasionally when no one is around, I gently hold that person's hand and carefully cover him to keep him warm.And he also knew that after a while, those hands would be cold again.

Mu Yan didn't sleep well these two days, and kept his eyes open all night. Even though everyone had comforted him that Uncle Lin had reached his age, he still felt that if that day, when he broke the tea bowl, he would be careful and go Knock on the door of Uncle Lin's room, everything will be different.

Even if it doesn't help, he can still see him one last time and hear him call him Xiaoyan for the last time.

Now, the person who brought him home in the cold winter months is gone.

So, he thought of that day again.

It's the same when parents leave.

His mother stroked his head and said, Oh, Xiaoyan really wants to take you there.

Mu Yan sneezed hard in his mother's arms. He was sick and couldn't go with them. He said, "Mother, go quickly, I can't bear to see my father waiting at the door."

Sure enough, shopkeeper Mu came over and told his mother that it's not like he won't be able to see her anymore, and he'll be back tomorrow.

Looking at Mu Yan, he couldn't hold back, stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes, wrapped him tightly, and said, do you know that you have to listen to the housekeeper Xu at home, don't run around, parents When you come back, I will bring you your favorite malt candy.

A prophecy.

There is no maltose, and they are no longer seen.

There is only one winter of wind and snow.

That winter was the coldest winter Mu Yan had ever experienced.

He was lying on the bed wrapped in a thick quilt, but the chill kept rising from the bottom of his heart, as if there was a hole in his heart, and the wind began to leak from all directions, making his whole heart and whole body cold.

The people who thought he was naughty a few days ago, the people who chased after him to spank him, the people who stayed close to the bed when he was sick, and the people who couldn't sleep well because he couldn't eat and made them worry, all of a sudden, they disappeared.

The 12-year-old Mu Yan suddenly understood.

It turns out that this is death.Death is not destruction, it is disappearance.

Mu Yan would often think later, if I had been more sensible at that time and gave my parents a hug when they left, how wonderful it would be.

At least they are underwater now, in an unknown river, so they won't be cold.

When the sun rose on the third day, Mu Yan finally closed his eyes.

He dreamed of his parents for a long time, dreamed that they watched him play in the courtyard, dreamed that he held their hands when he left,

At the end of the road, there is light.

The early spring sunshine slowly shone on his face from the sky, Wei Lianshuo saw the tears in the corner of his eyes, he leaned over and kissed the teardrop slowly, and then gently held his hands tightly.

It turns out that the taste of tears is really bitter and salty.

The ancients said: "The world is a big dream, and life is cool in autumn."

The ancients always told us what we know and what we don't know.

Life is alive, and there are too many moments of parting, in the unreached distance, in countless moments.The world is too deep, deep and long. The death of ordinary people is really insignificant in the long river of history. Even the grief of the living will disappear after a few days.

As it should be.Human beings don't need to care about the life and death of a bug, and the heavens don't care about the passing of a life.

It's just that the pain that was grinded from the bottom of my heart at that moment is hard to overcome in the end.