Fragrance of peaches and plums

On a rainy day in June, Ms. Yan Weizhen died on her balcony at the age of 72.She was ill, but died peacefully, holding her pet dog Nuomi in her arms when she died.The rocking chair swayed, the glutinous rice barked, and Aunt Zhou found out.

On this day, Wen Xi happened not to go to the base, but lived upstairs. Aunt Zhou was the first to notify him.

He took the glutinous rice from grandma's arms, and found a 64-caliber notebook in grandma's pocket.Looking through it, it contained many records about Xia Zhengyu, big and small, and there was a short letter at the end.

"Xiaoyu, it's been cloudy recently, and grandma doesn't feel very comfortable. I don't know if I can wait for you to finish the exam. If you can't wait, don't be affected. You, my grandparents and grandchildren have agreed to do our best. Grandma said to You promise that no matter which day grandma goes, she will do her best. You should also keep your promise."

"The card your dad left behind, grandma put it back in your little box. The money in it is still enough for you to go through college, but if you want to live a better life, you should go to work as soon as possible. In the past, grandma wanted you Inherit the mantle of your parents and enter the medical school of University A. But Mr. Wen and Xiao Lu have both told me that you are a little smart in business, so you can choose for yourself."

"You heard that the teacher is a very good person. You are friends, and you must have an actual relationship. I hope you will support each other in the future, join hands and become relatives."

"Leave the glutinous rice to you, as a thought. Grandma didn't raise the dog well. I heard that the lifespan of a dog is ten years. After ten years, you are already a big man, and you should no longer miss grandma. At that time, return the glutinous rice to me." Give it to grandma."

"My grandson, I wish you a safe and healthy life, happiness and success, and no complaints against others."

Wen Xi hugged the dog and carried the letter, and went to pick up Xia Zhengyu from school.

Before five o'clock, the third year of high school was released.Everyone was busy moving books and going back to the dormitory to pack things.Only Xia Zhengyu went downstairs empty-handed, and saw Wen Xi standing downstairs holding an umbrella.

When I read WeChat messages before, people were dumb.

Standing in front of Wen Xi at this moment, she collapsed like a dike.Walking under his umbrella, the sockets of his eyes were swollen and aching. He took the small book Wen Xi handed over, read the letter, and squatted on the ground hugging his knees and crying.

He cried for half an hour, and when he stood up again, the rain had stopped.His legs were numb and he fell on Wen Xi.The glutinous rice in Wen Xi's arms whispered "owwow", poked his head out and licked the back of his hand.

He looked down at the puppy that he had been disgusted and teased all this time, hesitated for a moment, and took it over.The little guy kicked his legs a few times, found a comfortable position, and just nestled in his arms.

He couldn't help smiling.

Xia Jun and Wen Xi were in charge of the funeral together. The day of the funeral was the first day of the college entrance examination.Before dawn, Xia Zhengyu woke up, standing at the door watching the funeral procession set off in the hazy sky.

Wen Xi was the last one to go out, squeezed his shoulder before leaving, and called him softly: "Zhengyu."

"Huh?" He turned his head and looked at Wen Xi.

Wen Xi also looked at him with very gentle eyes, and smiled slightly: "Take a good exam."

He pursed his lips: "I understand."

During the two-day college entrance examination, he was fully immersed in the planned rhythm, and he almost didn't let the end of the funeral around him affect him at all. His performance in the examination room was incredible.After the last English subject, he was convinced that the college entrance examination was the best of his many exams.

——"You, my grandparents and grandchildren have agreed, and each will do his best."

He tried his best.

That night, the students gathered in the classroom for the last time.As the squad leader, Wu Baiwan brought a few class leaders to buy fruits and drinks to prepare for the carnival later.There were other boys who spontaneously and secretly prepared wine.

Jiang Kui came over and said a few words, then let everyone play freely.

Xia Zhengyu also joined in and played with everyone until the second night of the week.He drank several cans of beer, but remained sober, and stayed to clean up when the show was over, and finally walked out of the school with Wu Baiwan.

Wen Xi was already waiting at the school gate.

He saw people from a distance and ran over.At this time, people from other grades had already come out of class, and he turned a blind eye to this, walked up to Wen Xi and hugged him, showing a drunken state.

Wu Baiwan followed him, a little embarrassed, and greeted Wen Xi: "Teacher Wen."

Wen Xi nodded to her, said "thank you", and took her away.

That night, Wen Xi lived downstairs, and witnessed Xia Zhengyu waking up from his dream several times, and then fell asleep in a daze. He heard his intermittent sleep talk, and wiped away the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

Xia Zhengyu didn't know if he was drunk or in a state of delayed emotional outburst, and he didn't wake up until noon the next day.After waking up, I sat on the balcony holding the glutinous rice all afternoon.

Faced with the departure of a loved one, it often takes half a month to a month of pain before the nerves and emotions can be gradually withdrawn.Therefore, for the next half month, Wen Xi tried to stay by Xia Zhengyu's side as much as possible, and asked him if he wanted to go at work, and usually got an affirmative answer.

At the end of June, the results came out.

As Xia Zhengyu expected, he achieved more than any of the mock exams, steadily surpassing the admission threshold of University A by more than 30 points, and could apply for almost any major in University A.

On this day, Wen Xi accompanied him to grandma's grave.

It was also a rainy day, and he burned the note with grades in front of his grandma's grave.Wen Xi thought that he would have a lot to say to grandma, but after he burned the note, he remained silent.

A few rows ahead, there are the tombs of his grandfather, father, and mother.

He squatted with his grandma for a long time, and went to the graves to burn the report cards, but he didn't say anything to these relatives.After burning the last one in front of her mother's grave, she suddenly raised her head and smiled at Wen Xi.

"You know, my mother likes you very much."

This, Wen Xi really didn't know, so he shook his head.

"At that time, your letter was given to me by her. She told me several times, what a wonderful person you are. But the more she said, the more annoying I became, I didn't understand, I was alone There, it's not bad to do anything. Why does she only see other people's good, but not me. I think she and my dad don't care about me at all, don't care about me, so..."

With that said, he stood up and motioned to Wen Xi to go down the mountain.

The two walked down the mountain side by side along the stairs.

He went on to say: "At the beginning, I was a little resistant to reading your letter. You always like to use the tone of teaching, and you often show off your literary talents. I really hate it. But I didn't expect that I never paid attention to you. You actually I can write so much more."

"Seventeen." Wen Xi continued.

"Yes, seventeen letters, it's unbelievable." Xia Zhengyu turned his head and stared. "Each letter persuaded me to understand my parents. Do you know that you are really nosy."

Wen Xi smiled and nodded: "I found out later."

"You were already twenty at that time... Your second term of middle school was so long." Xia Zhengyu expressed his disgust.

Wen Xi accepted the evaluation in its entirety: "Yes, I can't compare to your generation. You are smart, sober, mature and precocious."

Xia Zhengyu: "It's annoying, but you really care about me, I can read it, and I'm very touched. So I finally decided to see you, but you have already been discharged from the hospital. Grandma pointed me to your back, I watched you walk from the hospital square to the bus station...Hey, you know what? You and Lu Huaiting look very similar from behind."

Wen Xi knows.This paragraph, grandma said.But at this moment, he suddenly didn't want to admit it.He has individual questions, and he usually doesn't care about them when he doesn't think about them, but now that he thinks about them, he feels very itchy.

He asked: "Then, do you remember me later?"

Hearing this, Xia Zhengyu turned his head to look over with a meaningful look in his eyes: "What do you mean?"

"Hmm..." Wen Xi showed a bit of embarrassment, as if he was thinking about what to say.

At this moment, Xia Zhengyu's cell phone rang suddenly.

It's a strange call, and the number is different from the usual ones.He was a little puzzled at first, but then he had a guess, raised his eyes to Wen Xi, and asked, "Lu Huaiting?"

Wen Xi said nothing, acquiesced.Looking at him, there was an uncommon expectation in his eyes, as if waiting for him to give a certain attitude.

The strange number was on for a while, and he finally pressed the little green button: "Hello."

"It's me." Sure enough, Lu Huaiting's voice came from there.

Xia Zhengyu: "I know, what's the matter?"

Lu Huaiting: "I just found the IOU for you."

IOUs... Xia Zhengyu looked up at Wenxi, then turned on the speakerphone for the call, and said, "You wrote me a lot of IOUs, what did you find now?"

Lu Huaiting: "All of them. IOUs with one heart and one mind, IOUs for a lifetime, IOUs for traveling around the world... Also, IOUs are what you say."

After hearing this, Xia Zhengyu smiled: "So what, are you going to pay off the debt?"

Lu Huaiting paused and said, "I'm afraid I'm not qualified to pay it back."

"Yes." Xia Zhengyu replied unequivocally.

Lu Huaiting stopped talking, as if waiting for the verdict.Here, Wen Xi still looked at him with waiting eyes.

He met this gaze, and suddenly subtly comprehended Wen Xi's mood—this person was jealous.

He asked him if he still remembered him after that "encounter" that he didn't meet, because he wanted to know if there was a reason why he was "like" Lu Huaiting when his secret love sprouted last spring.

——Wen Xi will be jealous too.

He couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, and hurriedly said to the phone: "You burn all the IOUs, I'm generous, I don't need you to pay them back. From now on, we'll write them off and there will be no grievances."

Lu Huaiting still didn't speak.

But Xia Zhengyu didn't want to wait anymore, and didn't care about his attitude, so he said his farewell calmly: "Goodbye, Lu Huaiting."

"...Okay." Lu Huaiting replied very lightly, with an imperceptible trill, "Xia Zhengyu, goodbye."

——"May you have no grievances with others."

Xia Zhengyu listened to his grandma and ended the grievance.

Then, he pressed the red button to hang up the phone, took Wen Xi's arm, and pretended to say lightly: "At that time, it was Lu Huaiting who looked very much like you—do you understand what I mean?"

After finishing speaking, he obviously felt Wen Xi's arm lifted, and then held him tightly: "Understood."

As long as you know.

Xia Zhengyu chuckled twice, sighed, and turned to chatting, and said, "In a few days, I will fill out my volunteer application. I plan to apply for economics or finance. After I enroll, I will see if I can also study management."

"Huh? Don't you want to study medicine?" Wen Xi was a little surprised.

Xia Zhengyu glanced over: "Didn't grandma tell me to let me choose what I like?"

"Support each other, accompany each other, and become relatives?" He read out the sentence from his grandmother's letter.

Xia Zhengyu turned his head back, his ears were burning, and he said unnaturally: "Whatever you think."

shy.Wen Xi smiled and didn't expose him.

They walked all the way to the foot of the mountain, walked into the clear sunshine, and walked to a farther future.

The author has something to say

"Eat, Dance, Love" next door, a small-town love story (country-flavored dog-blood novel) is in progress, come see us if you are lucky.

Postscript_Peach and Plum Fragrance_

This was originally intended to be included in the previous chapter "The Author Has Something to Say", but there are too many words, so I opened a separate chapter.

Talk about it casually.

First of all, the story of Teacher Wen and Xiao Xia ends here.

People who are familiar with me may have noticed that I don't like to write extras, and I rarely write extras.

So, neither does this one.

Regarding this article, I have one thing I have to say, that is: Sorry, I really didn’t write it well.

In fact, for myself, this article was a less successful change.

Like my other articles, it appeared on a "whim".

However, the difference is that before writing it, I wrote a very detailed outline for the first time-of course, the plot still has nothing to do with the outline in the end.

And changed some diction habits, trying to make the language less verbose than before.

I also adjusted my habit of writing psychological dramas, and tried to use the behavior of characters to reflect psychological logic.

However, both changes were not done well.

——The text can still maintain a certain deliberate brevity at the beginning, but gradually returns to the state of too much descriptive language.

——The impact of weakening the psychological drama is even greater.

In my past articles, a large section of psychological drama is the key to expressing characters. Once this part is weakened, and I fail to bring rich expression to the characterization in terms of external behavior, my characters will become pale and weak.

So it is not an exaggeration to say that I think in this article, the characters dragged the plot and the whole thing collapsed.

These are all due to my lack of writing skills, so what I want to express cannot be accurately conveyed in words.

Based on the above shortcomings, until the last ten chapters of this article, I have stopped doing update broadcasts on Weibo.

Those who can see this after the serialization are really my angels. Thank you very much for tolerating my poor writing and narrative, boring plots and characters.

I didn’t do well this time, so I’m frustrated, but I’ll keep working hard.

Writing good-looking stories is my biggest wish.

"Eat, Dance, Love" next door, a small-town love story (country-flavored dog-blood novel) is in progress, come see us if you are lucky.

that's all.

Thanks, good night.