I haven't seen him for ten years, and Pan Yuefeng can still recognize him at a glance.

Zhong Yue moved his lips, "You...... I'm going to remarry, congratulations. When he said this, his heart was mixed. If he said that in the ten years of his childhood, although he was just as poor, at least his parents gave him a good childhood. He even remembered that under that peach forest, Pan Yuefeng was sitting on a small stool, holding a shoe cone, and he would go to elementary school to make new shoes and soles immediately.

In spring and summer, when the mountain peaches are ripe, Pan Yuefeng always washes the best peaches, cuts them into small pieces, puts them in a bowl, and lets him eat them with bamboo skewers.

More than ten years have passed, and since his parents divorced, Zhong Yue has never seen any smile on his father's face again. Who can be blamed for all this? He doesn't know who to blame, Pan Wei must be the culprit, and the second elder of the Pan family, he doesn't know whether he is involved or not.

Sometimes he even blames himself, blaming himself for not being able to protect this warm family at that time.

"Mom, I'm sorry for you. Pan Yuefeng said with moist eyes.

"No, I don't. Zhong Yue's eyes widened, "I don't know what you think in your heart in the past ten years, but when my father died, you didn't come to see me, and in ten years, you haven't come to see me at home, what's the use of saying I'm sorry? You're going to remarry, congratulations." ”

The old woman with a strong body walked out and scolded and said: "Your father is a useless waste, he knows how to write a few broken words in the ravine, wasting a lot of my daughter's youth, and has the face to say ten years, twenty years, how many twenty years can a woman have." ”

Zhong Yue didn't want to mention the old things, what was the use of taking out the right and wrong at the beginning, and now he was arguing about right and wrong? Now his mother is about to remarry, which makes Zhong Yue relieved. However, his father died last year, and Pan Yuefeng planned to remarry, is it really because of his father's relationship and the gossip of the township that he will not remarry until his father's time?

It's been ten years.

Since his parents divorced, his mother neither remarried nor came to see him, and was always in a state of silence, such an attitude made the rumors of the villagers slowly disappear, but Zhong Yue always had a question to ask her. Anyway, for the first ten years of his life, Pan Yuefeng was still a qualified mother in his heart.

"I just want to ask you, it's been ten years, haven't you ever thought of coming to see me?" Zhong Yue looked at Pan Yuefeng, whose eyes were moist, and asked the question that had been hidden in his heart. In the end, she abandoned her husband and children and was able to do it without worry, or was there really something unspeakable.

"This is what I promised when my father and I divorced at that time, and I will not set foot in Daping Township in the future. Even if I wanted to see you again, I hid in the house and cried muffled. Of course I can't let you go, you go to the county to study in junior high school, be admitted to high school, be admitted to college, your mother is proud of you again and again, every time you see the school gate, you come out alone, your mother has to cry for a long time. My Ah Yue has finally grown up, and my mother is relieved to be able to get married. ”

When Zhong Yue heard this answer, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, so he could only turn around and leave.

No longer stepping into Daping Township, his father is still silently protecting this woman who has loved her all her life...... Daddy, do you believe that your son can be so strong that he has no mother's love?

Different from the indifference of neighbors in the city, in the township, some weddings and funerals have almost become household chores in the entire township. No matter how far or near, those who chew their tongues, those who gossip behind their backs, and those who deliberately smear, anyway, as long as they can be used as a topic, they will inevitably be moved out and discussed.

If Pan Yuefeng often comes to Daping Township, then gossip will rise one after another, and it will always become a talking point among the villagers. Rather than this, it is better not to see.

Although Zhong Yue still didn't know what reason his parents divorced in the first place, it was already in the past, and when the old things were brought up, it was inevitable that he would feel quite uneasy. It took Zhong Yue three or four hours to walk back to his hometown from Xiatang Village, and even Ye An's phone call to him was ignored by him.

There are some things, there is often no right or wrong to speak of, love continues to love, just like his taciturn father, hate naturally continues to hate, just like he has been for that bastard Pan Wei over the years, he will never forget the arrogant posture in the Zhong family.

"Zhong Yue, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing Ye An, who was slowly leaning next to him, Zhong Yue packed up his complicated emotions, "Brother Ye, go back." I want to be quiet. ”

"Cheng, I thought something happened to you not answering the phone. Since it's okay, then I'll go back, and remember to call me if anything. He could also see the melancholy written on Zhong Yue's face.

"Good. Zhong Yue walked towards the Peach Blossom Pass with a heavy heart.

Looking at Zhong Yue's back in the rearview mirror, Ye An muttered: "Are people who engage in art so sentimental?

Zhong Yue walked through this peach forest. The paper kites, falling flowers, peach fragrance, laughter, these memories that have been buried in his heart for a long time linger in his mind and linger.

Whether it is love or hate, time is the best healing medicine, when he stood in front of Pan Yuefeng and asked about the silence of the past ten years, he became relaxed and relieved.

The broken scriptures were spread on the camphor wood long table.

The rice paper produced by this system is finally useful.

There are no too many distractions, and there is no worry about what paper to use instead of writing this piece of paper.

In the bamboo carving, Zihao rolled around in the ink butterfly,

Zhong Yue lifted his pen and looked at the gorgeous broken gold Dahongxuan. Thinking of the good memories of his childhood, what blessing should he send to Pan Yuefeng?

Happily married?

Not good, he doesn't like it.

Thinking of the old farmer who went to the mountain to collect wind that day and lived wantonly, his wrist hanging in the air resolutely put down his pen.

Fun for the whole family.

Four words, simple. Ten years of love and hatred, Zhong Yue has used a pen to let go as much as he wants, and a feeling of his heart moving with the pen makes him feel hearty.

The pen is flanked, and it is the only one.

The pen is folded but not turned, and the pen is obliquely fluttering.

The wind blew into the room, and the corner of the rice paper fluttered under the ruler.

When the last stroke fell, Zhong Yue placed the pen on the ink butterfly casually, and never looked at any place on the paper again. Lying on his back on the bed, when he turned to his side, he suddenly saw the oil painting leaning on the ground behind the bookcase.

In the painting, wearing a sweatshirt and sitting on a boulder without moving, he was really the one he was collecting that day.

Zhong Yue closed his eyes and chuckled, and slowly fell asleep.

Although there is only a back in the painting, such an artistic conception actually allows Zhong Yue to see the charm of a generation of masters.

"This dead girl really painted me as a sweeping monk. ”