The project is in full swing, almost at the end of this year's temple fair, the road repair project began to start, the brunt of the plane tree is to shovel off.

Lan Xiang's professional players drove the forklift directly in, and directly shoveled off the big plane tree, along with the roots of the tree were pulled up by Lan Xiang's excavator, and the responsible department for pulling the tree was also surprised that the tree was dead before it was shoveled...

"Tsk, the vitality of this tree is really strong, it has supported it for five hundred years, and five hundred years is enough for me to die many times. Liang Chao looked at the fallen tree, and the guilt in his heart was lightened a little, at least before he shoveled it up, he was already dead.

The hundred-year-old towering tree fell, and even if the big tree had to be transported away, it was a troublesome matter, and it was difficult to entrust a big truck from the next county to get the tree up, and at the same time, two small trucks helped to get the stump and leaves away.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot..."Liang Chao said while directing the on-site work, "Wait a minute, stop when the truck goes to the Hong Leong community." ”

"Hong Leong Community? "The truck driver didn't care, anyway, the money for this trip was enough, and it was trivial to go by the way, as long as it was local.

The young man next to him, who was also in charge of the on-site work, said, "Boss, what are you doing in that community?" ”

"Go to the master carver of our town, a friend entrusted me to carve a small ornament on the tree in the center of this tree. Liang Chao smiled and continued to direct the work on the scene, originally the heart of this big tree was booked by a local tyrant, as the general person in charge, Liang Chao originally wanted to make friends with the local tyrant and give him the heart of the tree, but now the local tyrant is about to lose the best tree heart for five hundred years...

The big truck pulled the most central branch of the big tree to the community, and found the carving master, the carving master is not ambiguous, although it is a pity, but there is such a good material to be able to carve that is also excellent.

It took most of the day to carve out the carving of this big tree according to the idea of the Liang Dynasty.

Looking at the carving in front of him, the master carver sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"I don't know why... I always feel like I'm thankful for this girl, is it my delusion?"

"Well, in fact, I also have this illusion, strange..."Liang Chao did not deny the idea of the master carver, but said: "Actually, I also had this feeling when that person entrusted me to do this, and when I saw the appearance on that portrait, why was my sense of vision so strong..."

At this time, Liang Chao fell into thought, began to organize the vocabulary, and finally said

"I always feel like she's silently guarding us... Just like this plane tree, guarding our town for 500 years, guarding our water and soil, maybe it has something to do with the education we received when we were children, saying that this tree is the guardian of our land. ”

Whether it is the master carver or the Liang Dynasty, they all express their gratitude from the bottom of their hearts for this small carving.

Thank you for guarding this place for 500 years...

......

Old man Fang started his ordinary but flavorful life again, but since the temple fair, he always felt that something was missing, especially the last round of hugs, like a dream, haunting his heart and difficult to wave.

A stack of fennel beans, a bowl of old rice wine, accompanied by the old man Fang spent his leisure afternoon, as a street security, every day is not a day of leisure, except for sometimes there is nothing else to do after sweeping the fallen leaves under the sycamore tree, the standard pension occupation.

Now that the sycamore wood is gone, Old Man Fang's life is more leisurely and lonely...

"Give..."

The old man, who often played chess under the plane tree, brought a lot of maltose, and looked at the old man Fang with a toothache.

"Come on, let's play chess..."

Looking at this large pile of maltose, Old Man Fang looked stunned and said, "Aren't you afraid of eating high blood sugar when you eat sugar like this?" You also have to pay attention to your body. ”

"Didn't you say you like sugar, you like to eat that sugar I brought here, I don't like this sweet thing. The old man put the maltose down.

Old man Fang shook his head, he didn't like sugar very much, what he liked was wine and salted beans.

"You don't like to eat candy and eat such a big lump of marshmallows at the temple fair, I heard the kid next door say that you gave the marshmallow to Huo Huoluo with one mouth. ”

Old man Fang wouldn't say that he didn't eat this marshmallow by himself, but now Old Man Fang also knew that he wasn't dreaming that day, it was true, and he went to the whole temple fair with the girl named Wutong.

The whole chess game was absent-minded, so that Old Man Fang lost to the stinky chess basket for the first time in his life, which made the old man almost cry, he had been abused for so many years, and finally saved a little bit of face today.

"Why are you absent-minded today, is it a pity that this sycamore tree has been uprooted?" The old man put away the chess beautifully, played a good game, and said: "Although it's a pity, but this tree died before it was shoveled, the five-hundred-year-old tree has lived long enough... Look away. ”

After a few words of greeting, the old man left here, and the old man Fang was left alone in the security booth, as well as the chess that he had played for decades, the old man Fang didn't feel strange about this, his friends often forgot to take chess - anyway, they were all played with themselves, and there was not much difference between where to put them.

At this time, Li Yun walked out of the corner and looked, still holding a small wooden pendant in his hand, tied up with a small red rope.

"Don't lose it... The ornament made of the core of the sycamore wood is always the sycamore wood that can't accompany you, but the heart of the sycamore is okay. Li Yun put down the small ornament, turned to leave, holding a plum blossom paper umbrella, and disappeared directly as soon as he walked out of the security booth, turning into a wisp of dust and smoke.

Without waiting for Old Man Fang to react, Li Yun came, how did he go, this lifelike little ornament attracted Old Man Fang.

Resemble... It's really too much like that...

Exactly the same as the sycamore.

Carrying the carved ornament of the sycamore's thoughts...

The parting hug, the current old man Fang, has a heart-wrenching pain, obviously he is just a little girl who has known him for a day.

At this moment, a crisp and curious voice came.

"Anyway... How do you play chess, I always see someone playing next to me. ”

Turning to look, the girl who covered half of her face with a wooden mask smiled, supported her chin with her hands, and looked at Old Man Fang curiously in a white skirt.

In the end, the old man Fang thought for a long time, and finally smiled.

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you..."