pillow mountain river

Er Dong remembered that a long time ago, he asked Zhen Hanshan how to raise the peach tree in the backyard.Er Dong doesn't expect the peach tree to bear fruit, but only hopes that it will grow more leaves to survive the winter cold.

Zhen Hanshan only casually said that life and death are destiny.

In fact, Zhen Hanshan already knew that the peach tree was the heart of the mountains and rivers. It would neither be frozen to death by the wind and snow, nor would it be able to flourish.

Now, the heart of Jiang Shanhe came out of his heart.

Er Dong thought he would die.

The tearing pain really made him almost step into the gate of hell.

However, a group of fine rays of light lightly fell on the cheeks, and then a warm spring-like heat surged to the whole body.

Er Dong saw the most beautiful night he had ever seen in his life.

The sky is full of light like fireflies, catkins, and fresh snow, floating in the night sky.

And those rays of light originate from the leaves of a plant of grass, the rays of light seem to be fluffy, clear and bright, falling on the leaves of grass, making it look like little bright yellow flowers blooming.

That night, he did not die.The snow-like light merged into his soul, and the torn soul was restored to its original state.

Er Dong returned to the small courtyard where he had been away for a long time.

The simple but clean bamboo house was exactly the same as in memory.

The peach trees in the backyard are still alive and even more lush than ever.The white butterfly landed on the emerald green leaves and fluttered its wings.

Er Dong sat under the peach tree, closed his eyes and took a nap.

The sun fell through the gaps in the leaves and shone on his face, and the weeds he held in his hands were also bathed in the faint morning light.

A warm hand caressed Er Dong's cheek.

This warmth quickly transferred to his lips, as if a butterfly carried warmth and landed on Er Dong's lips.

Er Dong didn't even open his eyes, but laughed.

He already knew who it was.

……

A few years later, Mao Village is as lively as ever.

Mountain goods from the west and sea goods from the east gather here, children with sugar figurines shuttle around the streets and alleys, vendors attract passers-by, and row upon row of shops sell fashionable goods.

Mao Village is not big, but compared to Xiexi, where the business is world-leading, it is just a lively small town.When it comes to a certain household, everyone can talk.

Therefore, the news of whose son was favored by the gods and became the disciple of the gods, and whose daughter married into a high-ranking family and became a nobleman, has been circulated among the people for a long time.

Maocun said that it is not small. When traders are running around, they always stop in Maocun.In a radius of hundreds of miles, there is no place as lively as Mao Village.

In a dim sum shop at the end of the street, the owner and his daughter are busy making bean cakes.

The bean cake is the shop's signature. It is fragrant and glutinous, and it leaves a lingering fragrance after eating. Even people who are used to Xiexi's bean cake are full of praise after eating his bean cake.

After noon, the store was still relatively quiet, and the owner hurriedly prepared snacks for the tea house.Both were busy, so that when a visitor came in, neither the owner nor his daughter had time to greet him.

It was just autumn, and the guest had already put on a cloak, and the hood covered his hair and half of his face.The customers looked left and right, there were various kinds of dim sum in the store, and they seemed to be worried about what to buy.

The shop owner looked up and said, "The bean cakes sold in the small shop are full of praise from everyone who has tasted them. Would you like a piece?"

"Okay," the man replied.His voice was clear, just like the daylight at the time.

The owner's daughter cast her eyes curiously, only seeing the back of the customer.The girl was about to look away when she suddenly saw a person stepping into the shop.

The girl's face turned red suddenly, and she hurriedly lowered her head, but she caught a glimpse of the man's boots and the hem of the blue clothes out of the corner of her eye.The girl's heart was beating like a drum, and she didn't care about the batter in her hands. She wrapped the hanging hair behind her ears, and then she raised her head shyly.

That person didn't concentrate on choosing desserts like the previous guest, he just walked to the previous guest's side and waited silently for him to finish his selection.

It turned out that the two were together.

The girl secretly probed the side face of the man in Tsing Yi, she had never seen such a handsome man before, she sank into it after just one look.The fairy tales mentioned in the scriptures are nothing more than this.

"I want to buy every one I see," said the hooded man.

The man replied with a smile, "Then we will buy them together."

The smiling face of the man in Tsing Yi imprinted in the girl's eyes, making her breathless, and even missed her father's voice, "Xian'er, go greet the guests."

The shopkeeper said it twice, but his daughter didn't respond. Seeing the guest's appearance again, the shopkeeper immediately knew it, shook his head, and walked up by himself.

"What do you two want?" said the innkeeper.

The guest wearing a hood pointed out several items, and the shopkeeper packed them one by one, said the price, and handed them to the guest.When the guest took the paper bag, the owner just saw the appearance of the guest.

A pair of dark red eyes, white eyebrows and forehead hair.

The shopkeeper was startled, backed away again and again, and shouted: "Monster?!"

The girl supported her father, and when she heard what Father said, she also glanced at the guest's face.Leaving aside the differences from ordinary people, the man actually had an excellent appearance, but he was startled by the dark red pupils, and no one appreciated his beautiful facial features.

"That's right," the guest lifted his hood, revealing his white hair, he smiled, "the monster will eat you later."

The shopkeeper and the girl were stunned for breath.

Another guest in Tsing Yi pulled the white-haired man behind him, politely apologized to the two, "This is my disciple, he had a strange disease when he was young, that's why he was so unusual."

The guests in Tsing Yi had a gentle voice, like gurgling water, which made people feel good.

The shopkeeper and the girl dispelled the fear in their hearts, and their breathing calmed down a lot.

The white-haired man wrapped his arms around his master's neck, hanging on the man's back like a monkey, showing his strange face.The white-haired man said to the shopkeeper, "I'm a real monster!"

The man smiled helplessly and put the money on the counter.

The shop owner recovered from the shock, only thought that he was a person with a weird personality, and wondered in his heart, how could such a gentle and elegant master teach such a weird apprentice?

The fear in the girl's heart was also reduced, and she was distracted by the man's smile again. When the man's eyes swept across her face, the girl herself felt the burning heat on both sides of her cheeks.

It's a pity that that person didn't take a second look at her.

He turned around and put the hood back on for his apprentice, and the two walked out of the shop together.

The market outside the house is shrouded in warm sunlight, and there are beautiful green hills in the distance.

Landscape into the painting, reminding us of a fairyland.

The author says:

At this point, the story is finished.

The story sprouted from a brain hole I had when I was in college, and this year I accidentally turned it out and decided to write it as a novel.

After writing the outline in August, the story is far from the original imagination, and the direction is becoming more and more strange. I don't think many people will be willing to read it.

But I still plan to finish writing it, for no other reason than to make myself happy.Unexpectedly, I have received encouragement and support from many sisters along the way of writing, thank you!Your "beautiful" will also make me very happy!

I remember a sister's comment, saying that this article can bring a little joy to her tired life.To be honest, I rolled three times in bed after reading this comment.As a writer, I am honored to receive such comments, and I am really satisfied!

The next story, I already have a prototype in my mind, but I don't know how long it will be to meet you again.Then we will see you again!thank you all! (?°з°)-?