**04 Mountains have trees, trees and branches

In June of that year, he came to our estate as a guest. We have always treated him like family; His late father was a friend of his father and had always been a neighbor. On June 15, Ferdinand was assassinated in Sarajevo [1]. Early in the morning of the 16th, the postman brought the newspaper. My father came to the dining room from his study with the Moscow evening newspaper, and while he, my mother and I were drinking tea there, my father said, "Oh, friends, there is going to war!" They assassinated the Archduke of Austria-Hungary in Sarajevo. That means war! ”

On St. Peter's Day, many guests came to the house to celebrate my father's name day, and my marriage contract with him was announced to everyone at the dinner table. Unexpectedly, Germany declared war on Russia on July 19......

He had only been a day and night when he came in September—he was about to go to the front, and he had come to take his leave (at that time everyone thought that the war would soon be over; We postponed the wedding until spring). So we spent our last night together. After dinner, when the samovar was brought as usual, the father looked at the samovar window and said, "This autumn is surprisingly early and cold!" ”。

That night, we all sat there quietly, only occasionally chatting, and everyone seemed overly calm, in fact, we were all hiding our inner thoughts and feelings. Even my father pretended to be relaxed when he talked about autumn. I walked to the door of the platform and wiped the moisture off the glass with a handkerchief, only to see the cold stars twinkling in the dark sky of the courtyard. Father leaned back in his easy chair, smoking a cigarette, staring blankly at the halogen lamp hanging above the table; The mother sat in the light, wearing glasses, and carefully sewed a small silk bag. We all know what it's for—so it's both moving and terrifying. The father asked, "So you decided to leave early in the morning and skip lunch?" ”

"Yes, I'll leave in the morning, if you will," he replied, "and I don't want to go either, but there are some things to arrange at home." ”

Father sighed softly.

"Then please, dear lad. In that case, it is time for your mother and I to go to rest; I'm going to have to send you tomorrow. ”

The mother stood up and drew a cross for her future son-in-law; He leaned down and kissed her hand, and then he kissed his father's hand. It was just the two of us in the restaurant, and we stayed for a while longer – somehow I would like to play the cards myself. He paced silently around the house before asking, "Would you like to go for a walk?" ”

I felt a depression that I had never felt before, and I replied unconsciously, "Okay. ”

He was still preoccupied as he looked for his coat in the lounge, but then squinted and smiled softly and read out the verses of Fett[2]:

"What a cold autumn!

Put on your cloak and shawl......"

"But I don't have a cloak. But what's next? ”

"I can't remember. Something like this:

Behold, my dear, in the pine forest

It was as if a fire was rising high. ”

"What kind of fire?"

"Of course, it's the rising moon. These verses are filled with a pastoral charm of autumn color: 'Put on your cloak and shawl. It was the time of our grandparents...... Oh my goodness! ”

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, dear. It's just a little sad, don't mind. It's sad and happy. I love you so much. ”

Putting on our coats, we walked through the dining room, walked past the terrace, and descended into the courtyard. At first it was pitch black, and I had to pull him by the sleeve. Eventually, the surroundings slowly became brighter, and the sky began to show dark branches, dotted with stars that shimmered with a dim light. He paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at the mansion.

"Look, how peculiar the light of those windows is, that's what autumn does. As long as I live, I will remember this night, forever. ”

I turned to look at him, and he took me in his arms in my Swiss coat. I removed the velvet scarf covering my face and held his head up so he could kiss me. After we kissed, he looked at my face.

"What crystal eyes," he said, "aren't you cold?" It's almost like winter. But if I die, you're not going to forget about me right away, are you? ”

I thought to myself, "What if he dies?" Will I really forget about him anytime soon? Won't everything in the world be forgotten in the end? Frightened by my own thoughts, I hurriedly replied, "Don't say that!" I wouldn't have survived without you! ”

He pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly, "Well, if I die, I'll be waiting for you over there." You have to live, enjoy this world, and then come back to me. ”

I burst into tears of sadness.

The next morning, he was gone. Mom hung around his neck the little amulet bag she had sewn last night, which contained a golden icon worn by her grandfather and father during the war. Then, all of a sudden, we started desperately trying to draw a cross for him. As we watched him ride away, we stood on the porch, as we often do when we bid farewell to those who were about to go away, and felt that the morning when the sun was shining everywhere and the frost on the grass was too out of harmony with our mood. We stood there for a while, and then we went back to the empty house. I walked from room to room with my hands behind my back, not knowing what to do—whimpering or singing.

A beautiful silk bamboo flute sound suddenly rowed, and the zigzag sound waves entered the water, fainting faint ripples, three points of stubbornness, seven points of sadness, so that she heard it, and felt cold in her heart.

The sound of the flute attracted her fascinated, as if she was in the ice and snow, and when she looked up, she saw the ten thousand points of scarlet that were fluttering, and the plum blossoms that fell like snow in this hot May.

The song is called "Plum Blossom Falling", and when people heard this song, they once said: "The jade flute is played in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng." ”

Gently lifted the veil to glance at the flute who was in a cold mood, but as soon as he lifted it, the flute stopped abruptly, and the man actually looked at her, his clothes were in the wind, and he held the jade flute horizontally without blowing, standing still like a jade tree, only staring at her with shining eyes, and his ugly mask was extremely incompatible with his elegant bearing.

Is it him?

Zheng Yuan was very surprised, she never thought that she would see Jiang Sihua again, and when she saw her again today, she had a feeling that the old people were reunited and looked at each other without saying a word. As soon as she appeared, she caught all his attention.

"Just do everything possible to tease his heart and let his eyes stay for you"

Even if she was embarrassed and unwilling, she still pretended not to know, flicked her sleeves, brushed him lightly, hit the tip of his nose, and the fragrance floated like nothing, he closed his eyes and concentrated, and in the darkness, he could still feel the shadow fluttering in front of him. Opened his sleeves, a pair of wide-winged blue butterflies flew out of his sleeves, frolicking each other with thin wings on the incense fan, and soon flew away and circled around her, circled for a week, and fell to the ground and died.

The soles of her feet were like the wind, and she went to him in three or two rounds, dancing and singing: "Tonight, the night is in the middle of the boat, and today is the day, I have to be in the same boat with the prince." Shame is good, not shameful"

He opened his eyes, reached out and grabbed the sleeve of her face again, and tugged at it gently.

She leaned over, almost fell, was grabbed by the waist, raised her head and met his eyes, her toes deftly hooked the crook of his legs, and his body stiffened. The woman in her arms jumped to her feet, and she continued to sing: "My heart is troubled and I am troubled, and I know the prince." The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is happy, and the king doesn't know, "If you are about to leave the ground, you will dance and dance against his body."

Bang - bang - bang -

He heard his heartbeat about to snatch out his throat, flashed his back, dodged the jade back she pasted, quickly reached out, grabbed her hand, she wanted to pull away, but she couldn't move, messing with her steps. He smiled, his hands tightened, he actually grasped the initiative, and he also took steps, suddenly jumping, suddenly spinning, suddenly hurrying, suddenly preferential, she had to keep up with his footsteps, and he led her to jump.

"The Song of the Yue People?" After he led her around in a circle, he bowed his head gracefully, lightly branded a kiss on the back of her snow-like hand, and said with a smile: "I like the last sentence, because of the same disease, little lady, don't come unharmed" Without giving her any chance to speak, he threw her out again, took her by the hand, and jumped up endlessly.

The clothes flew and folded together, and the strength in his hand was retracted, and he took the fluttering beauty into his arms, and his heart beat against the jade back that loomed under her sheer gauze robe. "If only the dancers could be like the ribbons," he said, picking up the tangled ribbons and showing her under her eyes, "the entanglement is so inseparable, it's really enviable," and the words fell and threw her out again, and the last few swirls sharply, making her dizzy and about to fall forward.

His chest was as hard as a copper wall, and when he met the soft chest, he knew the difference between men and women, and the feeling of holding her was very quiet, and he refused to let go, and said with a heavy heart: "I knew that I would have imprisoned you in the secluded fence and wouldn't let you come out to tempt men."

The dizzy head eased little by little, and when Zheng Yuan looked up, he could only look up at his chin. He closed his gaze at her, slowly lowering his head to find her lips.

Zheng Yuan turned her head sideways and said with a smile: "Are you moved?" ”

After staring at her for a long time, he replied, "I have already moved, very early, earlier than him." ”

He?

A month later, he was killed in Galicia[3] - it really shouldn't have been mine! Thirty years have passed since then. In those years, I went through many vicissitudes - when I think back carefully about the events that happened in these years, and recall those incredible past events that are so fickle and incomprehensible to my mind, I feel that these thirty years are too long. In the spring of 1918, when my parents were no longer alive, I was exiled to Moscow, where I lived in the basement of a female trader in the Smolensk bazaar, and she always mocked me and said, "Yo, Miss Gui, do you have a long life?" "I've also done street hawking. Like many people at the time, I sold what little I had left of my family (nothing more than a few rings, a small cross, and a worn-out leather collar) to soldiers wearing Caucasian fur hats and open overcoats. It was while selling on the corner of the Arbat and near the bazaar that I met a very good-hearted man, an elderly veteran, whom I soon married, and with whom I went to Ekaterinodar in April. We walked on the road for almost two weeks. We were accompanied by his nephew, a man of about seventeen years old, who insisted on going south to join the Volunteer Army. Along the way, I disguised myself as a village woman and wore bark shoes on my feet; My husband wore a tattered Cossack peasant blouse with a black beard and a gray beard. We stayed near the Don and the Kuban for more than two years. On a stormy winter, we crossed the sea from Novorossiysk [5] to Turkey with a large group of refugees, and on the way, my husband died of typhoid fever at sea. Since then, I have only three relatives left in this world: my husband's nephew, his young wife, and their seven-month-old daughter. But it didn't take long for my nephew and his wife to cross the sea to Crimea[6] to Turkey, and on the way, my husband died of typhoid fever. Since then, I have only three relatives left in this world: my husband's nephew, his young wife, and their seven-month-old daughter. But it didn't take long for the nephew to cross the sea with his wife to Crimea [6]