Yuan An had a nightmare, in which he went back to when he was four or five years old.It stands to reason that he was carefree at this time, and compared to what happened later, it should be a sweet dream, and he hadn't dreamed of it for a long time.But that childhood memory made him feel panicked inexplicably, out of breath, and struggling to wake up.It was a summer day in my dream, the sun was shining, the grass was verdant, and the shadows of the trees were waving.He raised his hand and took his father's two fingers, and the two stood in the shadow of the trees, looking at the countless maple trees in the yard.In the maple grove, the tall servants walked through it, and when they came to one place, they grabbed the branches of the maple tree, pressed them to the side, and pulled the trunk upward, and pulled out a pile of intestine-like roots with mud.The little maple tree didn't know that he was going to die, and when the wind blew, it would flutter and fly the leaves.His father told him that they were cleaning up the small trees that were not growing well.He said that those trees grow well and can grow without pulling them out.But the father shook his hand and said, "Some of those little trees are small, some are long and bent, and some have other branches and buds, which are defective products, and they will not be as tall and strong as other maple trees in the future, and have no value in existence." ”As if afraid that he wouldn't understand, my father said it again.Suddenly his father's words became loud, and every word was as heavy as a bell striking his ear.The young man suddenly opened his eyes, vaguely saw the shape and lines of the tent, and inhaled hard.When consciousness returned, he stood up suddenly, like a drowning man rushing out of the cold water, and began to gasp for air until his whole lungs were filled with the cold winter air, until he tasted the fishy sweetness of his throat, and gradually calmed down.The memory of that courtyard is already very vague, and the memory of being held by my father is more like being separated by layers of fog, and when I wake up and think about it, I can add some details to the scene in the dream.He probably remembered the cicadas chirping and roaring, the five corners of the maple leaf were only the middle one that was very pointed, the servant's fingers were full of dirt, it was very hot, but his father's voice was cold.My father's hands were big and hot, but my father's face was blank when he spoke.The winter night was silent, and there was not even a trace of wind.When the nightmare awoke and it was difficult to fall asleep, the boy got up, grabbed a cloak and put it on, walked through the courtyard where the night was as cold as water, opened the door of the house that was frosty, and walked out slowly, step by step.There were no clouds or moon in the night sky, and the light came from nowhere, and the flat ground outside the house door could be seen clearly.He looked around and noticed something different on the eastern edge.There were two more dwarf trees, one large and one small, side by side, like two little demons, sitting there waiting for the sunrise.Wisps of cold plum fragrance wafted in the night dew, picked up by his breath, and incorporated into his lungs.He walked over.These are two plum trees, without leaves, if it is not decorated with some flower buds, it looks no different from dead branches.The boy muttered: It's ugly.It is surrounded by new soil, and the soil is wet, and the color is darker than the soil on one side, which must have been watered during the day.He exhaled a breath of heat, and the white mist disappeared into the night in an instant.Suddenly, the light in his eyes flashed, and he leaned closer.A bony hand poked out of the cloak and pinpointed a two-finger-wide piece of bamboo.The bamboo pieces were dry, yellowed, two fingers wide, and the corners and corners were burrs, like a piece that had been cut off in a hurry, and it was too late to polish it.The bamboo piece tied a light-colored hairband around the waist, and hung the bamboo piece on a small branch, and the hairband looked a little familiar.Turning over the bamboo piece, you will see the abdomen of the bamboo piece retracted inward, and there are three ink characters written neatly - the original 囿安.Xiaokai, the pen is soft, it is Huo Yuyu's handwriting.The boy's pupils suddenly converged, and he immediately turned his head to look at another shorter plum.The branches were oily brown, and there was nothing hanging on them.He let out a self-deprecating sigh of relief, his dark pupils blocked by a cloud of mist in his mouth.The boy got up, but he caught a glimpse of something, and when he looked down at the weeds, he found the same headband.His fingertips tightened, and he hesitated, but leaned over to pick it up.The same bamboo slices, the same handwriting, but the rules and regulations are written, and it is the three words "Huo Yuyu".Such a well-behaved word actually doesn't look like Huo Yuyu's style.Although she also has times when she is exceptionally well-behaved, she always feels that she has such a temperament, and her writing should be like a ghost drawing symbol.Yuan Yu'an, Huo Yuyu, is it the name of these two plum trees?
Or their owners?
The boy's thin lips opened lightly, "Boring." ”Either way, it's boring.Because of the fever and drinking water, his lips showed a moist red, and in the watery night, they were as delicate as two spring flowers.But some people are accustomed to the boring tricks of children, and before they know it, their fingers are flying, and the fallen bamboo sign is hung back on the branch with a bow on it.The dark fragrance floated in the night air, he took a deep breath, took a few steps back, and felt that this large, small and two plum plants were much more pleasing to the eye.He stopped and watched for a long time, until a gust of wind came, and he couldn't help coughing against his lips.After taking a few steps back, he paused at his feet, turned back again, plucked off the two pieces of shoddy bamboo, and put them in his palm.Slowly pacing back into the room, the cold of his body turned into a thin sweat.He glanced at the letter on the table and snorted coldly.It's nothing more than apologies, but it makes people feel that they are also at fault for no reason.He won't look at it, and he won't be soft-hearted, since he has decided to leave, he just leaves.
——In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Uncle Worry rarely got up early.The New Year's goods and the dishes he wanted on this day have been prepared, so he doesn't have to go out to buy them.Childe's coughing came intermittently from the second floor, and Uncle Worry hurriedly went to get a thick cloak, but when he came out with the cloak, he saw that Childe was tightly wrapped and was leaning on the railing on the second floor to look at something.The letter paper was snow-white, which made Yuan Yu'an's face even paler.Uncle Wei blinked, turned to look at the bookcase in the room, and sure enough, the letters stacked on the bookcase were gone.Yuan An sat reclining, his left hand resting on the railing, his right hand shook, and the letter was unfolded in front of him.He frowned slightly, and there was a faint glimmer on his eyelashes, as if he saw something angry and funny, and pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly.seemed to find that someone was watching, and he subconsciously looked down, and really met Uncle Wu's gaze.The young man was stunned, his face flushed, and he immediately put away the letter.Uncle Worry hurriedly pretended not to see it, lowered his head and turned around, and walked in the direction of the kitchen, and after a while, he hurriedly turned back and put the cloak away, and didn't dare to look up again, leaving the son's sight in a hurry.But the boy's disguise was self-defeating, and the familiar Bo anger came to his face.Not long after, Uncle Wu asked him to have breakfast, and Yuan An went downstairs, and when he was eating, he looked like nothing had happened.Uncle Wei didn't mention Huo Yuyu again, the two were speechless, only the sound of the spoon hitting the bowl.After eating, Yuan Yan'an read a book, and Uncle Wu prepared charcoal fire and tea for him, and carried a ladder to the gate.Yuan Yuan felt that something was wrong, and looked twice in the direction of the gate.After a while, Uncle Worry came in with two white couplets.The original confinement said with peace of mind, it turned out to be to tear up the old Spring Festival couplets.Is it Chinese New Year's Eve?
He thought about it.An indescribable complex sorrow suddenly came to my heart.Uncle Worry walked over, as if he had something to say, but he didn't say anything.Yuan Yuan also seemed to have something to ask, but he didn't speak.The master and servant looked at each other for a moment, then looked away.Uncle Worry walked behind Yuan Yu'an and tore off the Fu character that was rolled on the door, Yuan Yu'an seemed to have just reacted, and immediately straightened his body, and said angrily: "What are you doing by tearing it?!"
”Uncle Worry was taken aback, "Year of the Tiger, Year of the Tiger, it's time for a new blessing." ”The young man's face froze, he looked at the place where the pale red confetti remained, and sat down angrily.Uncle Worry carefully unfolded the word Fu, the word Fu had been torn, and he didn't know whether to put it back for his son.M: He really wants Miss Huo to come now, paste the word Fu, and paste the Spring Festival couplets.In silence, the copper ring outside the door was snapped - "Uncle Guard, Yuan Yu'an." ”Uncle Wu was overjoyed in his heart and said that Cao Cao Cao had arrived.The content of the chapters in the web version is slow, please download the Haoyue Novel app to read the latest content, please exit the transcoding page, please download the Haoyue Novel app to read the latest chapters.The pen fun pie provides you with the fastest update to pet the gloomy boy to the sky, Chapter 87 He won't read it for free.https://