After Mr. Mu finished speaking, he closed his eyes and rested there.

He looked tired, and the letter and map he had just finished were draining his spirits.

I don't dare to go any further.

The yard was covered with white snow, and I braved the cold to go under the big tree and looked up at the towering foliage.

I don't know what kind of tree this tree is, but it is still so energetic in the cold winter.

Mr. Mu always sits under this tree and drinks, and sometimes he is dazed.

I reached out to brush away the snow covering the stone table, and approached the tree, when suddenly I walked to the other side of the trunk.

I casually glanced up.

The next second, I was stunned, and I saw that there were a few words engraved on it.

I stood on tiptoe to make a careful scan. "Xiao Ling'er, wait for me to come back-Xiao Chu."

Xiao Chu! Xiao Chu!! Xiao Chu!!

I thought about the name in my head, and I felt like my head was starting to hurt again.

Xiao Ling'er, is there really such a person?

Xiao Chu, why does this name sound so familiar, as if I've heard it somewhere?!

I was so puzzled that I had a headache and held my head, and when the mountain wind blew, I shrank from the cold, and hurried back to my own house.

There was a fire burning in the house, and I sat down by the fire, thinking back to the line I had just seen.

Even if it is carved on the tree, I can see that the character is delicate and handsome, Mr. Mu often asks me to practice calligraphy, and he often says that words are like people.

If you think so, isn't the person who carved the words on the tree also a handsome man!

I stood up all of a sudden, and it occurred to me that yes, that name must be a man.

It doesn't sound like a girl's name at all.

Xiao Ling'er, wait for me to come back?!

This tone, this tone is clearly what I thought of what Mr. Mu said just now, and a girl had asked him before. before

I asked him if I had to have a name, and he hesitated for a moment before saying, "Then let's call it Xiao Ling'er." “

Xiao Ling'er?! I thought about it for a long time, couldn't figure it out, and said to myself with a wry smile: "Could it be that I robbed other people's names." “

So what was I supposed to be called? Only the people in the same boat who died at the bottom of the river knew!

Lying on the bed and sleeping unsteadily, I opened my mouth and silently read the name of the inscription on the tree: Xiao Chu.

When I read the word Chu, there was a gentle breath between my lips and teeth, as if my heart was touched.

Xiao Chu, Xiao Chu. - Chu.

In the middle of the night, I couldn't sleep well. This time, I no longer dreamed of the bottomless abyss as before. Instead, the big tree in the courtyard appeared, and in the dream, there was a vague figure drinking under the tree, trying to see clearly, but it couldn't see clearly.

It's just that. I'm pretty sure Mr. Mu is not alone.

The first fish belly was white in the east, and the light in the snow-covered yard was brighter than usual, I got up from the bed, looked at the hour, and almost missed the time to boil medicine for Mr. Mu.

He has been drinking less and less medicine recently, but the boiling process is longer than before, and I found all the herbs to boil in the kitchen according to his instructions. Hold on to the small stove and boil slowly.

After a long illness, I had no consciousness or memory when I was sick, but these days I followed Mr. Mu, and since I woke up, I have been exposed to my ears and eyes. More and more people know about medicinal herbs.

I searched the shelves of the pharmacy for a few herbs in his prescription and estimated the appropriate amount of each one.

Sitting by the stove as usual, the light of the fire reflected on my face, listening to the sound of dry wood in the hearth, thinking back to the day I woke up, it was the same scene.

It is as if you have had a dream that has been going on for a long time, but the person who wakes up does not remember the details of the dream.

I sighed, added five or six pieces of dry firewood to it, didn't dare to be distracted, and waited for the medicine to be slowly boiled successfully.

The sky lit up, and a rising sun illuminated the mountain tops.

I knocked on Mr. Mu's door with the medicine, but there was no response, I felt strange, so I could only put down the medicine pot in my hand and gently push open the wooden door.

At a glance, Mr. Mu was lying quietly on the g, motionless, and from the angle of my standing, I could see his face, showing an indescribable tranquility.

Suddenly, my eyes moved, and an irrepressible fear welled up in my heart.

After a few quick steps, I came to Mr. Mu's g, reached out to probe his snort, and the next second, I sat down heavily on the ground

Mr. Mu's death alarmed the mountain people who were a few mountains away from us, and they sent some people to help me take care of Mr. Mu's funeral.

I buried him on the hill by the waterfall with the mountain people.

The location is perfect, bathing in the morning sun every day and listening to the mountain breeze and birdsong.

After that, the courtyard suddenly became quieter, and I was alone, and even if the sun and the moon rose, it could only shine in my shadow.

The mountain people came several times, and they all mistakenly thought that I was Mr. Mu's granddaughter, and they followed him for their lives.

When Mr. Mu was alive, he helped those mountain people to treat their diseases and send medicine, although they also exchanged some things, but those were nothing to the mountain people, there were no other doctors in the nearby mountains, and Mr. Mu was the only one who saved it!

Over the past few decades, he has accumulated a good reputation, and his predecessors planted trees and later generations enjoyed the shade, and I, the "pseudo-granddaughter", still enjoyed the care of the mountain people in the days after he left.

But my conscience is disturbed, I am a person, I don't know where I came from in life, and I don't know where I am going in death, but every day I live, I think of the contributions I accept from others, and I always feel that I should give something in return.

Once I had this idea, I began to grow rapidly, and the quickest way I could think of was to carry on the mantle of Mr. Mu, and I sorted through the stacks of pamphlets he left behind, and carefully studied the contents of the above day and night.

Mr. Muk's collection is divided into two categories, and the number is uneven.

One of the more categories is the summary of the medical book and the pharmacopoeia and his experience in treating patients to identify the medicinal properties of herbal medicines.

The less category is his biggest hobby in addition to studying medicine during his lifetime, the recipes he created.

In the latter category, I will put them together for the time being, and then spend time researching them when I have leisure and interest for the rest of my life.

The former category is, of course, the immediate priority at the moment.

I still live in a small courtyard where two people used to live, and the surrounding mountains and scenery are in full view, and I am much busier than when Mr. Mu was there. When I read the contents of the booklet, I could distinguish the various herbs on the shelves in the room where the medicinal herbs were stored, and even followed Mr. Mu's experience to prescribe a simple cure.

Months of time passed like sand between your fingers, never to come again.

The tree grew new branches and leaves, and the inscription "Xiao Ling'er, wait for me to come back" was even higher.

After the snow melted, the stream below the mountain began to rush happily, rushing through a cold year with only my own, and sending away the cold winter.

What is ushered in is another spring.

For me, there is no spring that touches me more than this one in front of me. The missing piece of my memory. It also contains the seasons that have passed through life.

Everything grows. There's also a new idea taking shape in my head.

After I finished sweeping the yard, I took out the letter and a folded piece of paper from Mr. Mu's room on the top floor of the shelf.

The address on the letter was clear, it needed to be sent to a mansion in a certain alley in Yingtian City, and the recipient's name was Liu Guangyuan.

I put the letter aside. Unfolded the map that Mr. Mu had drawn before leaving.

Looking back now, he was particularly stubborn that day, insisting on finishing this picture, perhaps because he had a premonition that the end was coming.

My gaze followed the map, focusing on the winding path through the valley.

Mr. Mu said that this picture is used after the snow melts in spring, and if it is early summer and the rain in the valley increases, this picture is not accurate!

I'm leaving. I'm leaving, not until the end of spring at the latest!

Before leaving, I copied the prescriptions of the medicinal materials commonly used by the mountain people, grabbed the portions and allocated dozens of packs.

This alone consumes a lot of time. I also sorted out the things in the small courtyard and put them in one of the wooden houses.

Finally, I wrote a letter and asked the mountain people who came to take care of the courtyard for me, and out of gratitude, I did not charge any payment for the medicine I prepared before leaving.

On a sunny day in April, I sailed through the dark caves of the valley in a small boat with my packed bags.

The boat was in a dark hole, and I guessed that Mr. Mu hadn't walked this waterway out of the valley for at least ten years.

Turning around a dark hole where the rocks were hanging, I inadvertently looked up and saw faint handwriting on it.

I made it out of it to recognize it as a diamond character.

The cave was damp, and the stones were flooded with water, and it was impossible for me to find the moss-mottled handwriting if it weren't for the chance.

As if there was a sense in the dark, I followed this route and found no less than a dozen marks on the rocks of the dark cave one after another.

I reached out and could touch the handwriting on it, as if someone was reluctant to leave it, and I couldn't help but carve the imprint of the "Ling" in my heart.

I don't know what to do, I go deep, it's obviously someone else's story, but my heart rises with envy for no reason, envy the person who is missed by Xiao Chu

I stayed in the cave longer than expected, and by the time I got out of the valley and up the river, my boat was a little out of sight.

At the end of spring, the river is rushing because the snow on the mountains melts, and the boats pass through it, looking a little frightened.

I knew from Mr. Mu that I almost died on a boat on the river, and this preconceived impression made me walk on thin ice on the river.

Seeing that the boat had reached a beach with a slightly gentle current, I couldn't wait to get ashore.

Stepping on the land with both feet, I felt a lot more at ease, my feet were unhurried, and I walked for most of the day, and at night, I finally saw a small town not far away, and there were pedestrians on the road.

The light that appeared in front of me suddenly brightened my mood, and it was a lively popularity that I had not seen for a long time