Towards the end of the temple fair, Liang Chao went to the toilet and saw Li Yun, as if Li Yun had been waiting here for a long time, holding a paper umbrella with an ethereal temperament, but his left hand was pinching his nose, forcibly enduring the pungent smell of the public toilet.

Even in the face of the smell of public toilets, keep smiling, don't panic, and have a damp demeanor...

"Thank you, Master, for your help... Now my relationship with my family has eased. Liang Chao is sincerely grateful.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, it's good that you can understand, it's not too late. Li Yun said with a smile: "But there is one thing that the poor road asks for, and only you can do it." ”

"If you have any requirements, as long as I can do it, I can go to the soup and go to the fire. Liang Chao's expression was serious, he wasn't joking, as long as it wasn't a crime like murder and arson, he could do it.

Li Yun shook his head and said.

"It's not like you're going to the soup..."

......

"This sycamore tree has witnessed a lot, witnessed time, witnessed the relationship between people, and the aspirations between people. Old man Fang was telling the story of the sycamore tree to the ignorant children, and the children were ignorant when they were waiting for their families to buy things, and finally said that they were not interested in the sycamores, and it was more interesting to eat.

Old man Fang was not annoyed, and just watched the child leave.

I hummed my favorite song under the big tree, singing it to myself and to the sycamore.

The wind passed slightly, and there were fewer and fewer people, until in the end, only the old sycamore and the old man Fang were left, and the old body leaned on the sycamore tree and became his backrest.

"Goodbye old man, I guess I won't see you again..."Old man Fang muttered to the big tree.

People are gradually becoming scarce, and a figure in a white robe walks from the dark shadow, even in the dark night, the flickering robe is still as eye-catching as a firefly in the night, Li Yun feels that this is called handsome...

"The Divine Tree listens to people's wishes, but no one has ever listened to the wishes of the Divine Tree..."Li Yun said slowly.

In this regard, the old man Fang just smiled and agreed with Li Yun's opinion.

"Yes, no one has ever listened to her wishes... Maybe she doesn't have a wish at all, after all, it's just a tree, where can there be such a high-level thing as a wish. ”

"Old man, are you sure she doesn't have a wish..."Li Yun said as he stared at Old Man Fang's eyes.

Old Man Fang looked at Li Yun's serious expression, hesitated for a moment and said.

"Probably... No, I don't. ”

Li Yun did not speak, but turned to leave.

"Cherish it..."

Old man Fang felt that this was very strange, as if he was saying it to himself, but it didn't seem to be saying it to himself.

The sky was clear and cold, and it seemed that only the big tree in front of him and the old man Fang were left between the heaven and the earth.

A burst of white light flashed, and the branches of the big tree emitted a little green fluorescent, the light and texture wrapped around the big tree, the texture that only Old Man Fang could see, the people around him couldn't see it, they could only see the inexplicably confused Old Man Fang.

The memory of the land is condensed in the big trees...

"Am I hallucinating when I'm old, what the hell is this..."

At this time, the green light condenses and takes shape into a point of light at the trunk of the tree.

A figure peeled off from the trees, long white hair fluttering in the wind, a pure white skirt, wearing a wooden mask on his face, and an ethereal temperament, like an elf...

Looking at the elf girl in front of him, Old Man Fang's face was dull, and he didn't know what expression to use to face it, a person suddenly came down from the tree, and normal people would be startled and shout monsters, only Old Man Fang, while shocked, he also felt an inexplicable cordiality, from the heart, from the soul.

The girl faced the old man Fang and said the first sentence in her life.

The sound is ethereal and long...

"Thank you..."

......

"The kid... He's back again..."

Even though the face was different, Wutong could still see who the person who came back to him again and again, with a birthmark on his head, which he accidentally fell when he climbed on him.

Wutong was very distressed, but helpless, she had no hands, she could only watch the boy fall to the ground, unable to do anything.

If... It would be nice to have your own hands.

Sycamore thought that if he could have a hand, he would be able to lift him up.

Fortunately, the boy is very strong, even stronger than Sycamore thought, even if he falls and is covered with scars, he can stand up again and deal with all this with the brightest smile.

Sycamore observes the boy, from the moment he is conscious, he observes him.

Wutong doesn't know how long he has been through, he only knows that he has watched the changes of the times again and again, the changes in the land, the settlement has become a village, the village has become a town, and the town has become what it is now, a prosperous place with complex feelings.

No matter how long it has passed, the boy with the scar on his head will always come back and sweep the withered leaves for himself.

Dead wood is spring again, year after year.

Every time the boy faced him with a different appearance, every time, Sycamore knew that it was him.

However, there are exceptions, sometimes the boy leaves the town just to see her, and when he comes back he looks like a drooping old man, and finally changes to another face to face her.

Sometimes Sycamore wonders how nice it would be if he could follow in his footsteps.

If... How nice it would be to have feet.

Sometimes, Wutong would see a boy and another girl come to him, dressed in a bright red dress, and the girl would wear a red hijab, holding hands, worshipping heaven and earth, worshipping herself, and praying for happiness and well-being in the future.

Sycamore blessed the boy and girl from the bottom of his heart.

However... Sycamore was jealous.

Wutong didn't know that he would have a feeling called sadness, sour and sour, like falling off a leaf, uncomfortable and wanted to cry.

What is crying?

What is uncomfortable?

If... How good it should be to have a heart for yourself.

Every time he welcomed the boy, Wutong knew that he would say goodbye to him, and then in the near future, the boy would come back again.

But this time, Sycamore knew that he couldn't wait for the boy to come back, and he was going to die, exactly like the trees that had been entrenched here before.

Wutong doesn't feel sad about this, he is very open to life, as long as he can see him when he returns as a young man, it will be enough.

If...

If I had a hand to hug him...

If he had feet to follow him...

If you have a heart...

I don't know when I became conscious, I just know that I am the guardian of this land... Observing the changes in this land, until one day, I am no longer needed, and I am here, observing everything,

I am a tree, I am the earth, a tree planted here by a man.

"I hope... I hope..."

Sycamore's heartfelt hope, even if it's only for a moment, it doesn't matter...

A ray of light sprinkled into the depths of Wutong's consciousness.

"Your wishes, Poor Dao heard. ”