The second time the letter of the plum girl

Mr. Mei sat on a stone bench where plum girls often sat. Open the envelope. The handwriting is beautiful, and there are several obvious wet spots on the paper.

Li Lang, Hui Shu Feng, as seen in the past.

I probably won't be able to smell the plum flowers of the coming year. I know in my heart that you're not coming back. After all, when you left, you didn't ask me to wait for you. Maybe I'm just used to guarding that tree and telling you the good news, my tree, has finally borne fruit.

In the fall, I met a man who said his surname was Mei. On that day I was taking a nap under the plum tree, and a large group of displaced people who had fled the wilderness had plucked my fruit and damaged my piano. It was Mr. May who helped me fix it.

Later, Mr. Mei set up a book stall next to my piano booth to write letters. I told him he was not far ahead of him to get into the city, where there were many people and good business.

Mr. Mei said, "The scenery here is unique, but the city is not enough." Maybe he had already seen that I was out of place with everything here and asked me why I was staying here.

I was speechless. Maybe I have nothing, and all I can do is a piano and a tree. Trees, on the other hand, cannot be taken away.

Mr. May also loves to listen to me play the piano. Once, when there were no guests, Mr. Mei ordered a song "Wing Mei", and when I finished singing the last sentence, "Zero is crushed into mud and dust, only incense is as old as ever", I found that his eye sockets were already wet.

Maybe it touched a nerve deep inside him. Everyone has their own story, and people like Mr. May, his story is bound to be richer.

He had to give me money, and I insisted on not. Because during that time, there were many guests who wrote letters and listened to my piano. I am grateful.

I clearly remember that a man came that day and wanted to write a family letter to a distant relative. He seems to have a kind of haggardness that has gone through vicissitudes, and his words are simple and unpretentious, but between the lines are all the thoughts and concerns for his relatives, as well as deep self-blame.

I was deeply touched and played a song "Si Gui". During this time I seemed to hear a few low whimpers.

Mr. May told me that the man wiped away tears and left halfway through hearing it. Maybe I don't want to be so sad that I lose my attitude in front of people. Mr. Mei said that most of the people in this world are ordinary people, who live an ordinary life and are then forgotten forever. Hearing this, I was very heartbroken. Li Lang, will you remember me?

Mr. Mei said that when I played the piano, I had a face on my face that he had never seen before. He suddenly asked me, "That Li Gongzi, was he good to you before?" I was stunned for a moment, and he even said a few "disrespectful" words, not asking questions.

Autumn is getting thicker, a fallen leaf is falling reluctantly in the wind, and there is not much left on the tree. But I heard him count softly: "One piece, two pieces, three pieces..."

My heart sank. Because I have also counted fallen leaves, I understand how lonely a person who counts fallen leaves is in his heart.

My body is not as good as a day. Mr. Mei invited all kinds of doctors. He was anxious, but when he spoke to me, his face was as stable and gentle as ever.

I knew I was terminally ill and lacking in surgery. When he saw that I was depressed, he told me that in the most desperate time of his life, he saw a piece of Merlin that allowed him to pass through the darkest moments of his life.

I flicked the spoon he handed over, wanting to hear him describe the sight of the red plum blossoms. Mr. Mei put down the medicine bowl and said, "It's a big piece of pure red, warm and not intense, like everything you've ever touched."

"It blooms in early spring, not to compete for glory, just to use that unique red to warm the steep spring cold."

At that moment, I knew that in addition to the white plum flower, there was also a flower called red plum. I have seen the white of plum blossoms, but I am extremely eager to see the red of plum blossoms.

I want to feel the warmth of Merlin's blooming.

Mr. May said he had a relationship with us. Li Lang, do you remember? One winter a few years ago, when I was still in good health, you hadn't left yet.

Heavy snow is flying, frozen for thousands of miles, and the earth is wrapped in silver. I said I wanted to go to the Immortal Peak ten miles away to enjoy the snow, and although it was cold and freezing, you still snuggled up to me.

At the top of the hill we met a man whose body was buried in the snow and whose eyebrows were frozen, like a snowman. As soon as you looked down, there was still a faint breath.

I untied the goose feathers and draped it over him, and you fed him a few more mouthfuls of bamboo drinks. He recovered so quickly that for a moment it was as if he was all right. Thank you, and go down the mountain without turning your head.

This person is Mr. May. So when he mentioned you, I was very surprised. I didn't mention our business to him. I didn't tell him that he had always called me Plum Girl, but in fact I wasn't surnamed Lee.

He didn't say that I knew that he did this to me in order to repay the kindness of that time. In fact, as far as I was concerned, it was just a show of hands, but I didn't expect him to keep it in mind.

I used to think that I had been good all my life and had never done anything evil, but this human suffering had let me go. If there is a next life, I don't want to come back.

But Mr. Mei made me feel the last bit of warmth in the world. If there is an afterlife, I wish I could have met him sooner.

Li Lang, I'm afraid that time is running out. My only regret is that I will never see the red plum that Mr. May said. It's like I'll never see you.

I once heard Mr. Mei say: Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, they play the world, and they only feel that the rivers and lakes are very good. Tianqingyi, such as Yulang, has been busy all the way, where is my hometown?

Are you okay in the jianghu?

I remember you once said to me: When the spring is half green, the wind and the smell of horses hissing, the horses are angry with fresh clothes, the golden crown is colorful, and the hand of the son is willing to hold.

hehe.

That's the end of the letter.

When Mr. Mei left, it was February of the following year, and he had been guarding under the Plum Tree for 7749 days. The white plum blossoms bloomed again, and the dark incense floated in the wind, and Mr. Mei did not look back.