Oh, folks, let's not talk about those dragons flying in the sky, and we don't talk about those embroidered pillows, let's talk about the strange and heartwarming thing in our village.
This matter has to start with the green melon field of Lao Litou in the east of our village, which is so sweet that it can be sweet to people's hearts.
That day, the sun hung high, the sun was smoking, our protagonist Zhang Dazhuang, a strong, soft-hearted young man, took his few bright-haired sheep, and walked slowly into the melon field of Lao Litou.
Zhang Dazhuang, he usually loves to farm and herd sheep, and his life is simple and real, but today, he has a little wave in his heart for some reason.
"Sheep, you are blessed today, let's go to the melon field of Lao Li Tou and pick a few melons to quench your thirst." Zhang Dazhuang talked to the sheep and thought in his heart, this is not stealing, at most it is borrowing melons to cool off, and then go back and thank Lao Litou.
Just do it, Zhang Dazhuang tiptoed into the melon field, for fear of alarming those melons bathed in the sun.
He looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on a very large, very round melon, the skin of which was shiny green, and there were dewdrops hanging on it, and it looked like a first-class product.
"It's you, baby!" Zhang Dazhuang said as he reached out to pick it, but this pick, hey, it's weird!
The melon was not picked as easily as usual, but shook it gently, and there was a sound from inside, just like ...... Someone talking?
Zhang Dazhuang was stunned, and the doubt in his heart was more bitter than eating ten bitter melons. "This melon is fine?" He muttered to himself, his hand straining a little harder.
This time, the melon was picked, but then, with a "poof" from the melon, a delicate little girl popped out!
The little girl was dressed in green, her hair was still stained with melon leaves, and her eyes were wide, flashing with curiosity and panic.
She looked around, and finally her eyes fell on Zhang Dazhuang, her mouth was deflated, and she was about to cry.
"Oh mom, what's going on?" Zhang Dazhuang was so frightened that he almost threw the sheep rope, and quickly squatted down and tried to make his voice as gentle as possible, "Little girl, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, why did you jump out of the melon?" ”
When the little girl heard this, her sobs became a little quieter, and she said intermittently: "I was originally a melon spirit in this melon field, and I absorbed the essence of heaven and earth before I turned into a human form.
Today is the day of my formation, I didn't expect to be picked by you by mistake, if it weren't for your good heart, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to see the sun. When Zhang Dazhuang heard this, he felt that it was not a taste in his heart, so he quickly apologized and said: "Oops, I'm so embarrassed, I really didn't think it would be like this."
Rest assured, I will take good care of you until you find your home. In this way, Zhang Dazhuang took this melon girl named "Xiaocui" and his flock of sheep to embark on the road of finding home.
Along the way, Xiaocui, this girl is amazing, she can understand bird calls, know flower language, and predict the weather, which opens Zhang Dazhuang's eyes and makes him grateful and curious about this partner who suddenly appeared.
When the people in the village heard about this, they talked about it, and some said that this was God's opening of his eyes and sent Zhang Dazhuang a strange fate; Some were skeptical, thinking it was too bizarre.
But no matter what, the story of Zhang Dazhuang and Xiaocui is like a fresh wind that blows into everyone's heart, adding a lot of color to this ordinary small village.
As for this marriage, hehe, let's not spoil it first, after all, the story is only half told, and there are more exciting things waiting for you later.
Let's take a look at Zhang Dazhuang and Xiaocui, how they uncover each other's secrets step by step on the way to find and grow, and how they jointly compose an otherworldly story under the arrangement of fate.
Let's break it down next time, everyone, let's see you there!
It is said that Zhang Dazhuang took Xiaocui and his loyal sheep to run around all the way, inquiring about the surrounding mountains and rivers, but he didn't find the exact location of the "home" in Xiaocui's mouth.
Xiaocui herself is also a little confused, she only remembers that she is the spirit of the melon field, but she doesn't know where her true destination is.
After a long time, Zhang Dazhuang and Xiaocui slowly cultivated different feelings.
Zhang Dazhuang's honesty and kindness made Xiaocui feel very relieved; Xiaocui's cleverness and liveliness also make Zhang Dazhuang's life colorful.
They support each other and rely on each other, just like the vines and melons in a melon field, closely connected and inseparable.
On this day, they came to a place called "Yunyin Village".
The village is nestled in the mountains, shrouded in mist and beautiful like a fairyland.
The people in the village were hospitable, and when they heard the story of Zhang Dazhuang and Xiaocui, they reached out to help them find clues. "I heard that on the old mountain behind our village, there is an ancient ancestral hall, which enshrines all kinds of immortals, maybe there will be clues about the little cui girl." The old chief of the village, rubbing his beard, said to them happily.
When Zhang Dazhuang heard this, his eyes lit up, and he took Xiaocui's hand and ran up the mountain.
Although the mountain road is difficult to walk, the two have the same heart, and they talk and laugh along the way, and they don't feel tired.
When I arrived at the top of the mountain, I saw a quaint ancestral hall, although the incense was not prosperous, but the solemn atmosphere made people awe-inspiring.
They pushed open the door of the ancestral hall and saw that all kinds of gods were enshrined inside, some with kind eyes and some majestic eyes.
As soon as Xiao Cui took a look, she saw the statue of the goddess holding melons and fruits in her hand and smiling like a flower.
The goddess statue, looking at it, had an inexplicable fate with Xiaocui, so she couldn't help but lean over. "This.
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This can't be my mother, right? Xiao Cui's voice trembled, her hand stretched out, and gently touched the edge of the goddess's clothes, and the feeling was like a warm current rushing straight to her heart.
At this moment, a singing voice suddenly sounded in the ancestral hall, and the tune sounded like it was floating down from the sky, and it seemed to be circling around the ears.
The lyrics sound very difficult, but Zhang Dazhuang and Xiaocui can feel the deep meaning and blessing in them. "It turned out that I was the patron saint of this land, and because of an accident, I became a seed in a melon field.
You, Zhang Dazhuang, are the person I was destined to be. Xiao Cui turned her head, with tears in her eyes, looking at Zhang Dazhuang, her eyes full of gratitude and love.
Zhang Dazhuang was stunned, how could he have thought that he would be able to pull out such an earth-shattering story with his own hands that time.
He held Xiao Cui's hand tightly and said firmly: "No matter what your identity is, I know that you are more important to me than anything else."
I am willing to spend my whole life to protect you and this land. As soon as the words fell, the ancestral hall suddenly lit up, and the statue of the goddess seemed to be alive, nodding slightly, looking at it in recognition of Zhang Dazhuang's words.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful force poured out from the ancestral hall and wrapped Zhang Dazhuang and Xiaocui tightly.
When they opened their eyes again, they were already back on the edge of the melon field.
But the melon fields at this time are no longer what they used to be.
The melon vines grow more vigorously, the melons and fruits are sweeter, and even there is an indescribable harmony and happiness in the air.
"It seems that the fate of the two of us, even God nodded." Xiaocui smiled and said, "From now on, I will not only be your daughter-in-law, but also the patron saint of this land."
We've got to work together to make this place better. Zhang Dazhuang nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and his heart was full of thoughts and hopes for the future.
They decided to build a hut on the edge of the melon field and live the idyllic life of a man ploughing and a woman weaving.
The people of the village also came to help, and everyone worked together, and it didn't take long for the hut to be built.
Since then, Zhang Dazhuang and Xiaocui have lived happily ever after.
They not only managed the melon fields in an orderly manner, but also taught the villagers a lot of farming skills, so that everyone could live a good life.
Their stories, like the wind, are spread everywhere and become a beautiful conversation when everyone chats.
Time flies, and decades have passed in a blink of an eye.
Zhang Dazhuang and Xiaocui's hair was gray, but they still held hands and walked on the edge of the melon field, enjoying their peace and happiness.
When asked why they were so happy, they always laughed and didn't say anything, just pointed to the green melon fields and said, "This is our secret." "That melon field is really godly, it can grow melons that are sweet to the heart every year, and they are as big as anything.
People in the village say that this melon field is a symbol of the love between Zhang Dazhuang and Xiaocui, and it is also a testimony of their love for this land.
The story in this melon field is like a deep imprint in the long river of time.
It tells us: In this world, no matter what obstacles we encounter, as long as we have love and faith in our hearts, we can achieve anything.
True happiness is often hidden in those seemingly ordinary but magical moments.
The sun is about to set, and the sunset on the horizon has put on a golden coat for our quiet little village.
Zhang Dazhuang and Xiaocui sat on a small wooden bench by the melon field, holding the freshly picked melons in their hands, eating them one bite at a time.
Xiaocui asked Zhang Dazhuang with a smile: "Old man, have we formed an indissoluble bond with this melon field in this life?" Zhang Dazhuang was happy, and the wrinkles on his face were smiling: "That's not it, I think I picked it up when I picked it casually, and I picked up such a baby pimple as you."
Now that I think about it, this is really fate. The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they had returned to the carefree days of their youth.
Although the years have left traces on them, that innocent love is like a melon in this melon field, the older it gets, the sweeter it gets.
At this moment, the laughter and slapstick of children can be heard in the distance, which is the village children returning from school and playing by the melon field.
Some of them chased, some played hide and seek, and the whole field was filled with laughter.
Xiao Cui looked at the children, her face full of love: "Look at those little guys, how much fun they have." Zhang Dazhuang said with emotion: "Yes, we were so crazy when we were young."
Now it's their turn, let's enjoy this old age. While speaking, a tiger-headed little boy ran over, holding a freshly picked melon in his hand: "Grandpa, grandma, this is the melon I picked for you, it's sweet!" As soon as the little boy finished speaking, the other children also came up, all holding their own melons in their hands, vying to show Zhang Dazhuang and Xiaocui.
Zhang Dazhuang smiled from ear to ear, praising the children while taking the melon.
He looked at these innocent smiling faces, and his heart was full of satisfaction and happiness.
Xiaocui was busy dividing the melons among the children, and did not forget to tell them to be careful not to fall.
Watching the children eat with relish, her heart was sweeter than honey.
The old village chief held the wine in his hand, his eyes flashed, and he said with emotion: "Da Zhuang, you and Xiaocui are really good in this life." He looked at the melon fields all over the garden, and then at the children gathered around, and then said, "Look, this melon field, this baby, how wonderful." ”
When Zhang Dazhuang heard this, he immediately stood up and raised his glass to the old village chief: "Old village chief, what you said is wrong, we can have today, it is all with the help of everyone." Everyone listened and nodded, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.
The moon hung high, and the silver light sprinkled all over the courtyard and shone into everyone's heart.
It was late at night, the guests dispersed one by one, and Zhang Dazhuang and Xiaocui were also ready to go back to the house.
Hand in hand, they walked down the cloister, with brisk steps and firm eyes.
Xiao Cui suddenly stopped and asked seriously: "Old man, do you think we can still be together in the next life?" Zhang Dazhuang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Silly girl, who can say for sure what will happen in the next life."
However, if I really have a next life, I am willing to meet you again, and grow melons, raise sheep, and live with you again. ”
Xiao Cui listened, tears were about to fall, she leaned tightly in Zhang Dazhuang's arms, feeling his familiar and warm embrace. "Me too, no matter how many lifetimes, I want to be with you." Under the moonlight, the figures of the two stretched long, as if they were going to extend to the horizon.
Their love is like a melon in a melon field, but after wind and rain, it is sweeter and more tenacious.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is another year of ripening and falling.
Zhang Dazhuang and Xiaocui are still on the edge of this melon field, cultivating sweetness and hope from generation to generation with their hands and love.
Their story, like a melon in a melon field, has been praised by people and has become a good story that will never fade.
In this land full of love and hope, Zhang Dazhuang and Xiaocui use their way to interpret what true happiness is.
Their love story, although it is not earth-shattering, but the plain and real companionship and companionship is the most beautiful scenery in their hearts.