Ladies and gentlemen, let's change our taste today, and instead of talking about the old-fashioned stories of fox spirits repaying their kindness, and not mentioning the old things at the foot of Changbai Mountain, let's move to the south and talk about the new things in a small village. What is this village called? Liuyin Village, just listen to this name, you know that it is surrounded by willow trees, and when spring comes, the green trees are shady, and it is as beautiful as a painting, it is simply a paradise.
Our story has to start with the Cuihua girl in Liuyin Village. Cuihua, that's a flower in our village, not to mention the water, the heart is good, who doesn't praise her for being good in the village? But this good girl, when it was time to get married, she didn't see the matchmaker knocking on the door. Cuihua herself was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, wondering if this marriage had caused any fairy to take a long detour.
One day, when the sun was shining, Cuihua was carrying a basket and preparing to go to the river to wash clothes, passing by the old willow tree at the entrance of the village, and when the wind blew, a few willow leaves gently fell on her shoulders. Cuihua looked up and moved: "It is said that there is a spirit under the willow tree, why don't I go find a fortune teller and ask?" As soon as Cuihua put the work down, she walked to the east of the village.
There is a fortune teller living in the east of the village, known as "Liu Banxian", which is said to be accurate. Cuihua's heart is like a little rabbit in her arms, jumping non-stop. She crossed the ridge, crossed the stream, and finally came to the thatched hut of Liu Banxian. The door was ajar, and a puff of green smoke wafted out of the room, which was very mysterious. Cuihua knocked lightly on the door, and a low "Please come in" came from inside.
Cuihua pushed the door in, and the room was simply furnished, with a table of eight immortals in the middle, and an old hexagram book and an oil lamp on the table. Liu Banxian sat there, with a white beard and white hair, and his eyes slightly closed, as if he had been in meditation for a long time. Cuihua hurriedly stepped forward and saluted respectfully, explaining her intention. Liu Banxian opened his eyes, looked at Cuihua, smiled slightly, and said, "Don't worry, girl, this matter of marriage is destined." You sit down first, and I'll do a hexagram for you. ”
Cuihua sat down, nervous and expectant. Liu Banxian closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then took out three bamboo sticks from the hexagram, shook them, and said something in his mouth. After a while, the bamboo sticks settled, and Liu Banxian opened his eyes, looked at Cuihua, and said slowly: "Girl, do you know that your destined husband is now lying under the old willow tree." When Cuihua heard this, she was shocked, thinking that she had heard it wrong, and hurriedly asked: "Immortal Master, are you talking about the old willow tree at the entrance of the village?" How could my husband possibly be there? Liu Banxian smiled slightly, and there was a bit of mystery in his eyes: "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed, if you do what I say, you will naturally understand." ”
Although Cuihua's heart was full of doubts, seeing that Liu Banxian was so sure, she could only thank her in disbelief, turned around and left the hut. As soon as Cuihua returned to the village, she looked at the old willow tree, and in her heart, she called a five-flavor bottle to overturn, and she had all the tastes. She walked around the tree several times, her eyes wide like brass bells, but she didn't see anything. Just as she was about to leave her hands and prepare to go home, suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the branches of the old willow tree rattled, as if whispering to her. Cuihua's heart was excited, and she walked under the tree in a daze, closed her eyes, and pricked up her ears to listen. At that moment, she seemed to hear something, like someone was snoring, and the sound was actually coming from the soil under the tree! Cuihua's eyes widened, and she said in her heart that this was a neat thing, and she couldn't believe her own ears.
She plucked up her courage and gently pulled away the dead leaves and soil under the tree, and the scene before her shocked her—a handsome young man in ancient costume, lying there, his eyes closed tightly, and his breathing was steady, as if he had fallen asleep. Cuihua stood there and didn't come back to her senses for a long time. Only then did she remember that what the old man said in Liu Banxian turned out to be really not blowing!
Cuihua squatted down, patted the young man on the shoulder, and shouted, "Hey, buddy, wake up, what's the matter with you?" But the lad did not move, as if he had not heard. Cuihua was in such a hurry, in this broad daylight, how could people sleep in the soil like this? She looked around, saw that no one was paying attention, gritted her teeth, and decided to get the people home first. Just do it, Cui spent a lot of energy, and finally dragged this "sleeping beautiful man" back to his small courtyard.
When the people in the village saw this situation, they all gathered around and talked about it, some said that this was Cuihua's new love, and some said that this young man was afraid that he had run into evil. Cuihua didn't care about these gossips, quickly boiled the pot of hot water, wiped the young man's face and hands, and found a set of clean clothes for him to change. After working for most of the day, the young man still didn't move at all, just like a wooden man. Cuihua was in a hurry, just like an ant on a hot pot, turning around.
At this time, Liu Banxian came uninvited, stepped on the afterglow of the sunset, and slowly walked into the small courtyard. As soon as Cuihua saw him, it was like seeing a savior, and she hurriedly greeted him and told her what had happened. After hearing this, Liu Banxian stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Don't worry, girl, this young man is not simple, he is a good fate given to you by God." When Cuihua heard this, she was even more confused, and asked, "Immortal Master, what do you mean by this?" Why did he become my good match? Liu Banxian pointed at the young man, and said mysteriously: "He is not an ordinary person, nor a ghost, but a wisp of immortal soul. And you, the other half of his destiny, have to treat him with sincerity in order to wake him up. ”
Cuihua heard it in a fog, but her heart warmed up inexplicably, she looked at the young man, and secretly vowed in her heart that no matter what happened, she would wake him up. In the following days, Cuihua took care of this "sleeping beautiful man" as if she were taking care of her own family. Cuihua, this girl, gets up earlier than the chicken every day, just to prepare breakfast for that kid. She sat on the edge of the bed, like a storyteller, and told him all the trivial things in the village, hoping to amuse him. At night, her voice hummed, the old-fashioned children's rhyme, was the tune of her mother to put her to sleep when she was a child, and when she listened to it, her heart was warm. After a long time, the young man's face became ruddy, and his breathing was steady. People in the village said that it was Cuihua's sincerity that moved the heavens. But Cuihua knew in her heart that this was far from enough, what she was looking forward to was that he could open his eyes and say a word to her.
Finally, one day, the warm spring sun shone through the window on the young man's face, and his eyelashes shook slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. At that moment, Cuihua felt that the whole world was lit up. The young man asked hoarsely, "You...... Who is it? Although these words were weak, they were like a spring breeze, blowing into Cuihua's heart. Cuihua was so excited that she burst into tears, grabbed his hand tightly, choked up and said, "I am Cuihua, and I picked you up under the old willow tree in Liuyin Village." You...... Do you remember who you are? The young man looked at Cuihua, his eyes a little confused, but he quickly became firm again. He shook his head and said, "I don't remember, but it feels like we've known each other for a long time." Cuihua smiled, it was the sweetest smile in her life. She knew that no matter what had happened before, they were now tightly tied together.
Since then, Cuihua and this "fairy soul" young man have made their home in Liuyin Village. The two of them planted and weaved cloth together, worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, and lived a dull life, but they were also full of happiness. People in the village said that Cuihua was lucky to find such a good man. But only Cuihua knows that all this is what she has exchanged for her sincerity. Although the young man has forgotten the past, he uses his own way to protect Cuihua and this family. He taught the children in the village to read and write, and used his wisdom to help the villagers solve problems, and slowly became the treasure of Liuyin Village.
The years are unforgiving, and decades have passed in the blink of an eye. Cuihua and the young man were white-headed, but they still held hands and walked under the old willow tree, reminiscing about the past and enjoying each other's company. Their story, like the old willow tree, with deep roots and thick leaves, has become the most widely circulated story in Liuyin Village. In the dead of night, the old people in the village sit around the bonfire, and someone always mentions the story of Cuihua and the "fairy soul" young man, and is full of emotion, saying that this is the best gift from God to Liuyin Village. And Cuihua and the young man, not far away, looked at all this with a smile, and their hearts were full of gratitude and happiness. Because they know that no matter what the future holds, the evening breeze in Liuyin Village is always so gentle, with the smell of rice and earth, whispering the warmth of the years. Cuihua and Na Yunshen, we have been partners for decades. The story of the two of us is like the old willow tree at the head of our village, looking at how the years have changed, we are still stiff, and the branches are green. As they get older, Cuihua and Yunshen both feel it, this life, it's fragile, and it's also precious. We are no longer like when we were young, busy working in the field every day, but now, we love to sit in the yard, bask in the sun, and talk about the past. Yun Shen sometimes brings up the memories of his past life, although they are all fragments, but they can always arouse Cuihua's curiosity and imagination. "You say, was I also a scholar in my previous life, did we meet in the bookstore?" Yun Shen asked Cuihua with a smile, his eyes full of tenderness. Cuihua shook her head with a smile, pretended to think for a while, and then replied mischievously: "That's not for sure, maybe you were a chivalrous man in your previous life, and I was a village girl who was saved by you, and from now on I will only have you in my heart." The two looked at each other and smiled, the tacit understanding and sweetness, as if they had returned to the time when they first met.
But the good times didn't last long, the age came up, and Yun Shen's body was not as good as day by day. He knew that his days were numbered, and it was time to go back to heaven. But every time he saw Cuihua's eyes full of worry, he couldn't help but want to stay a little longer and spend more time with her. Finally one day, Yun Shen called Cuihua to the bedside, he held Cuihua's rough but still warm hands, and whispered, "Cuihua, I may have to leave." As soon as Cuihua heard this, tears welled up, but she held back and didn't let the tears fall, she knew that Yun Shen didn't like to see her cry. She squeezed out a smile and pretended to be light-hearted, "Where are you going?" Didn't we say that we would watch our grandson marry a daughter-in-law together? Yun Shen shook his head, his eyes full of reluctance: "My time is up, Cuihua." You have to remember that no matter where I am, my heart is with you. You have to live well and see more of the beauty of this world for me. Cuihua finally couldn't help it, and the tears rolled down like beads with broken threads. She held Yun Shen's hand tightly, as if Yun Shen would disappear as soon as she let go. She choked up and said, "Yunshen, don't go." I... I can't bear you. Yun Shen smiled and gently wiped away the tears on Cuihua's face with his other hand: "Silly girl, everyone has this day." You have to be strong, for me, and for yourself. Remember, our love is longer than life and death, and it will continue every morning and dusk. After saying that, Yun Shen closed his eyes, with a satisfied smile on his face, as if he had accomplished something great and could finally rest. Cuihua lay on the side of the bed, crying profusely, but her heart was surprisingly calm and relieved. She knew that Yun Shen didn't leave her, he just changed his way and continued to guard her. Cuihua, this girl, after Brother Yun Shen left, the stone in her heart was not light. But she insisted on following Brother Yun Shen's wish and buried him under the old willow tree at the entrance of the village. When she thought of him, Cuihua sat there, quietly, as if she could hear Brother Yun Shen whispering in her ear, telling her those unfinished stories.
After a while, Liuyin Village is still so quiet and beautiful. Cuihua also slowly came out of the pain of losing Brother Yun Shen. She began to participate more actively in the affairs of the village, and in her own way, to spread love and warmth to everyone. She taught the children in the village to read and write, told them the story of her and Brother Yun Shen, and told them that if you love this thing, it is so powerful that you can cross anything, including life and death.
The old willow tree at the entrance of the village seems to know the love story of Cuihua and Brother Yun Shen, and it is growing more and more lush and energetic. As soon as the wind blew, it shook gently, as if singing, sending the most sincere blessings to the lovers of Cuihua and Brother Yun Shen.
After many years, Cuihua also came to the end of her life. When she closed her eyes, she had a smile on her face, and there was no fear or regret in her heart. She knew that when she opened her eyes again, Brother Yun Shen would definitely be waiting for her in some corner, and they would be able to continue their story. In this way, the story of Cuihua and Brother Yun Shen spread in Liuyin Village and became a beautiful legend.
Every day when it gets dark, the old people in the village gather around the bonfire, and someone always mentions this past. Their eyes were shining, as if they really saw the pair of lovers, still living so happily in another world.