(one hundred)

Don't Mingyue's spiritual epiphany, feast candlelight for 100 days

Wandering in winter, the ice and snow are flickering, and time flies, wandering day by year.

Kewen is gone, Qiqihar has become a sad place, Ling Feng decides to flee, there is still a home that he can't put before fleeing. In the last few days, Ling Feng's mind was sluggish and he had no intention of working, Principal Xia persuaded him with kind words, and also gave the green light, and his salary was settled according to the full moon and handed over to Xunmeng to bring back.

Still the familiar river dam, still with such a dry and cold feeling, Ling Feng walked to Mingyue Island. The reason why he chose to walk was that Ling Feng wanted to measure this sad and joyful region for the last time, one person, one thing at a time, and he was living a movie in his mind over and over again. When the river embankment wharf arrived, the traces of the flood were clearly visible, and the exit in the courtyard continued to move forward, turned and then turned to the Nenjiang River, the river water had already been frozen, and the north wind was swishing, blowing the river embankment and the ice surface to distinguish the boundary. Ling Feng didn't dare to be careless, and only walked along the riverside, which avoided the difficult snow on the river embankment, and could avoid some detours. Although the line between the two points from the river embankment wharf to Mingyue Island is the shortest, Ling Feng did not dare to make a mistake, the seemingly completely frozen river, there are still undercurrents running under it, and falling into the ice cave is not a joke.

Ling Feng walked and stopped, turning around from time to time to avoid the cold wind blowing in front of him, his head was already cold, and his cheeks were numb. Ling Feng looked at the red scarf around his neck, took off his down jacket and hat, untied the scarf, wrapped his head around his head like he had seen Kewen in disguise, leaving only a pair of eyes outside, and then put on a down jacket and hat to fasten the buttons. Somehow, his eyes were a little moist at this time, Ling Feng blinked his eyes to prevent tears from flowing out, and continued to move forward. There was no need to hide from the wind anymore, just blindly moving forward, and in a moment, Ling Feng arrived at the pontoon ferry.

The pontoon ferry is the closest embankment to Mingyue Island, and although you need to cross the Nenjiang River to get to the island from here, you have the shortest stay on the ice and are relatively safer.

"Hey, there's a trail here. Ling Feng stopped and watched.

When Ling Feng arrived at the location of the flatbed boat ferry in summer, he saw a small path stepped on on the ice and snow, the path was not wide but very strong, and he knew at a glance that it was not done in a day. It seems that the croppers and Taoist priests have returned to Mingyue Island, which is their home, and they will not give up easily.

Ling Feng followed the ice path to the pontoon dock, and the dock was already full of people. More than ten meters forward, Ling Feng went to search for the "tree pavilion" built by Brother Haiyan, and there was no trace of it.

Ling Feng walked all the way to find it, because of the winter snow cover, it seems that the flood has never come, and the Mingyue Island archway is still as rich as the first sight. Ling Feng walked slowly, taking a closer look, and all kinds of the past were vivid. Ling Feng went all the way through Fushou Pavilion and Ruyi Pavilion along the Wangjiang Pavilion, and saw the smoke curling from the bungalow where the Taoist priest lived, and also saw the incense lingering in the Wanshan Palace. On the second floor of Wanshan Palace, the snow-covered boundary of Wanshan Temple is a little suffocating.

Ling Feng turned around and looked at the second-story hall through the crack in the door, which was covered with cobwebs and dust. After getting off the Wanshan Palace, passing through the leisure square, Ling Feng came directly to the hawthorn wooden house. Seeing the hawthorn wooden house, somehow, Ling Feng remembered Honghao, and remembered the days and nights when those friends lived together. This hawthorn wooden house has witnessed the passion of Honghao and Jingjing, Lao Zhang and Minister Meng, one pair has entered the marriage hall, and the other has been reconciled. Ling Feng began to doubt his view of marriage and love, shouldn't he save the sacred moment for the candles in the cave room? But what about the reality? If he and Ke Wen had become a good thing or just deceived Aunt Li, what would the result be?

Ling Feng was sad, seeing a meteor striding in the direction of the leisure square, seeing the body shape and gait, Ling Feng was overjoyed, which one would it be if it wasn't Brother Haiyan. Ling Feng stood on the side of the road excitedly and waited, but Haiyan walked in front of Ling Feng with great strides.

Ling Feng reacted, and hurriedly picked up the scarf on his mouth and nose and shouted, "Brother Haiyan, it's me." ”

Haiyan turned her head to identify it, and shouted happily: "Brother Ling Feng, if it's really you, you want to kill me." ”

Ling Feng stepped forward and hugged Brother Haiyan, and said excitedly, "Brother Haiyan, I miss you too!"

Haiyan pulled Ling Feng up and said, "Brother, let's go, let's talk while walking." ”

Ling Feng asked, "Brother Haiyan, why are you going?"

Haiyan's face was angry: "Brother, you'll see it in a while, these losers." ”

Ling Feng wondered in his heart what had caused Haiyan to be so angry. Just thinking about it, Ling Feng and Haiyan had already walked to the intersection of Mingyue Hotel.

"Brother Haiyan, what's wrong with this Mingyue Hotel? Ling Feng looked at the scene in front of him in surprise.

In front of Ling Feng's eyes, most of the original magnificent hotel building had collapsed, and there were a few Taoist priests and croppers in and out of the ruins, not knowing what they were busy with.

"These losers, such a good building will be blown up, how much does it cost!" Haiyan said through gritted teeth.

"Brother Haiyan, what the hell is going on?" Ling Feng wanted to know the truth.

"Before the flood receded, the PLA soldiers had just left, and there were a few loud "booms" in the night, and the hotels, small water plants, and mountain villas were all destroyed. Haiyan talked about it roughly.

Listening to Haiyan's words, Ling Feng's ears rang with the words of Brother Jianjun, it seems that the forces behind the company cannot be underestimated.

"Brother Haiyan, what are you?" Ling Feng pointed to the Taoist priests and croppers who came and went in the ruins.

"We're going to use waste, we're going to sell what we can sell, we're going to build a pontoon bridge, this is our home, we're going to build our home. Haiyan said passionately.

"Okay, Brother Haiyan, I won't delay you, I'm so happy to see you again before I go back to Mudanjiang!" Ling Feng said and opened his arms.

"Brother Ling Feng, welcome to come to Mingyue Island next time, your dedication to Mingyue Island, the residents of Mingyue Island will remember you, next time you come, our pontoon bridge will also be repaired, and then I will accompany my brother to visit Mingyue Island." Haiyan also hugged Ling Feng with open arms.

Ling Feng said goodbye to Haiyan and walked in the direction of Mingyue Villa, he didn't go far, and he heard Haiyan shouting behind him: "Brother Ling Feng, goodbye Yiyi"

Ling Feng turned around, and immediately burst into tears, and saw a dozen people led by Haiyan, Taoist priests, and crop men waving goodbye to Ling Feng together.

"Goodbye Yiyi" Ling Feng waved his hand and fled.

The trip to Mingyue Island made Ling Feng have an epiphany, people must have a pursuit to live, and they must reflect the value of life. Brother Haiyan, Principal Xia, and Little Niang, these people never feel sorry for themselves in the face of life, life has to go on after all, let the beauty of the past stay in the bottom of my heart forever.

Tomorrow is the time to return to the past, and it is time to toast to the past. Ling Feng went home and slept peacefully, when he opened his eyes, it was already dark, and Ling Feng saw that the quartz clock in the square hall was already six o'clock in the evening. Ling Feng thought about it and decided to cook a meal for Xunmeng, but what to do? He is a layman at cooking, and he belongs to the kind of kind that can cook well but can't do it well. So, Ling Feng searched his intestines and thought of a few simple dishes. Put on your shoes, go out, and soon buy the ingredients and start cooking. There is some leftover food at home, and Xunmeng will have dinner in Yulin Shuyuan in the evening, and it is just a form to come back, so the meal does not need to be stewed, just get a few dishes. Ling Feng lives with his parents in Mudanjiang and has never cooked, but he also knows how to cook: first fry a plate of peanuts, I am afraid that it will not be brittle, the fire is slightly bigger, the peanut skin is a little black, but it is definitely crispy to taste one; then scramble a plate of eggs, although it tastes a little light, but the color is still golden and attractive; and finally there are two cold dishes, one is a fruit salad made by Haiyan, and the other is my father's specialty dish and a pig's head meat and cucumbers.

Ling Feng cooked the dishes and went out to Yulin Book Garden to pick up his dream. The moment Xunmeng saw Ling Feng, he was as happy as a child, singing all the way back to his home. As soon as you enter, the four dishes on the kitchen table are so eye-catching.

"Husband, did you do this?" Dream change shoes and take off your coat, asking in your mouth.

"I've taken care of you for so long, I'm about to go back to Mudanjiang, I'll take care of you for a while. Ling Feng replied.

"Husband, you're so nice. Xun Meng was so moved that he turned around and hugged Ling Feng.

"Okay, don't cry, be happy, look at me, isn't it different from yesterday?" Ling Feng patted Dream on the back and comforted.

I didn't cry anymore, I happily went to the bathroom to wash my hands, then went back to my room and took out a bottle of red wine out of nowhere, returned to the kitchen happily, and found two goblets from the wallboard to wash them and put them on the table. Ling Feng turned on the red wine, and went into the house to find a few birthday candles. Find a rice bowl and buckle it on the table, glue the candle and light it, pour the red wine and turn off the light, and a candlelit dinner begins.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, everyone's delicious, husband, you're amazing. "Dream hunting is full of praise.

Ling Feng was self-aware, and knew that dreaming was a compliment against his will.

"Daughter-in-law, thank you, let us toast to the three months we have lived together. Ling Feng raised his glass.

"No, I'm going to toast to the future. Xunmeng and Ling Feng lightly touched the cup and drank it all.

"Daughter-in-law, red wine is not drunk like this, you have to take a sip. Ling Feng taught.

"Husband, I know how to drink red wine, but I'm afraid that I won't be in the mood to drink it after chatting for a while. Dream explained.

"Daughter-in-law, there is no feast in the world that will not be dispersed, after today, our family will naturally disintegrate, if you have anything to say tonight, just say it, and if you have any grievances, you can do it. Ling Feng said.

"Husband, you have been in a bad mood for the past two days, your eyes are straight all day long, I asked you what's wrong, you ignore me, this afternoon Principal Xia came to Yulin Academy, she told me everything about you. The dream is recounted.

"Daughter-in-law, let's not mention it, it's all over, look at my state today, is it back to the same as before?" Ling Feng asked.

"Okay husband, let's not talk about those troubles, let's talk about the two of us. Dream poured another glass of red wine.

Ling Feng looked at Xunmeng and didn't speak, waiting for Xunmeng's next step.

"Husband, tonight is the eve of the end of our family, can you really love me as a daughter-in-law?" Xun Meng looked at Ling Feng with a wistful look.

"Daughter-in-law, I didn't understand what you said, how can it be considered love?" Ling Feng was puzzled.

"That means you can do anything to me tonight, I won't refuse you, even if you don't pay attention to me tomorrow, I won't blame you. The shyness on the face of the dreamer in the candlelight was still obvious.

"Daughter-in-law, I understand what you mean, but I am pedantic and traditional, and I will not do irresponsible things. Although Ling Feng didn't want to hurt Xun Meng, he had to say something.

"Husband, then you can take me with you when you go back to Mudanjiang, I will be good to you for the rest of my life, I will give birth to children for you, filial piety to my parents, I don't need you to support me, I can make money to support myself, otherwise I don't want the title, I just ask you to come to see me often." Xunmeng had already firmly grasped Ling Feng's hand on the table.

"Daughter-in-law, my stupid daughter-in-law, you will never beg for someone in such a low voice, you are capable and kind, you will have a good home, you and I will not look up now, and when I return to Mudanjiang, you will naturally re-examine our friendship." Ling Feng said, not knowing how to persuade the dream.

"Husband, I really like you, you used to have a good relationship, I suppressed my feelings, but I heard Principal Xia say that it is impossible for you to be on good terms with you, so why can't you consider me? Is it because I am married and not a virgin?" Tears have flowed out.

Ling Feng couldn't see the girl crying, and suddenly remembered Yi Xuan, who had also sworn at the beginning, but he had already empathized with him after only being together for more than two months. So, Ling Feng had an idea in his heart.

"Daughter-in-law, don't cry, I won't dislike you because you are married, in fact, I treat you as a relative, otherwise, starting from New Year's Day in 99, limited to 100 days, you are still interested in me, you come to Mudanjiang to find me, and you will not wait. Ling Feng said.

"Okay, okay, let's make up our minds, hurry up and write down your address to me. Dreaming of tears and laughing, I happily went to get a pen and paper.

Ling Feng wrote the address of Mudanjiang by candlelight and handed it to Xunmeng, and after Xunmeng put it away, he asked, "Then what are we going to do next?"

At this moment, the birthday candle burned out and went out, and the room was dark.

Ling Feng fumbled and pulled up Xunmeng, and said, "Let's wash and go to sleep, and you can sleep in the hut with me tonight." ”

Dream Seeker's hand trembled a little, and he whispered, "Husband, you are really duplicitous. ”

After washing, Xunmeng entered the hut and was about to take off his clothes, but was stopped by Ling Feng.

"Daughter-in-law, don't take off your clothes, I'm afraid I can't help but offend you, let you come to sleep in the hut to pay off the debt, last time I slept with you in the big house, this time I let you sleep in the hut with me for a night. Ling Feng said so.

“......”

The train that Ling Feng was riding passed through Harbin and was heading towards the Mudanjiang River, and the train sped between the mountains and entered a long tunnel. Ling Feng was looking at the snow scene outside the window, when it suddenly went dark in front of him, and his image appeared on the glass window. At the same time, the sound of the wind "whirring" through the tunnel of the train sounded, and the sound of the wheels rubbing against the rails seemed to be louder.

"What kind of sound is this? How is it like the compass of time flying? And how is my face on the glass window getting more and more mature? No, I don't want to cross, I want my youth, I want my love, I want ......"

The train did not allow Ling Feng to think too much, it had already rushed out of the tunnel, the mountains and mountains were gone, and the vast snowfield was endless.