"I don't know the osmanthus tree at the entrance of the village, do you remember?" At this time, Xiangli stood in the old man's room, looked at the old man sitting on the rattan chair and asked.

And Bai Yuzhou and the old woman waited uneasily in the courtyard, not knowing what was going on.

The old man sighed and said slowly: "The osmanthus tree at the entrance of the village, the branches and leaves are extremely luxuriant, and the fragrance of flowers is strong when it blooms every year, which is incomparable to other trees in the village. ”

The old man's thoughts slowly drifted to the osmanthus tree many years ago, since childhood, he loved to play with his neighbors and playmates under the huge osmanthus tree, next to a crystal clear stream, every summer they would catch fish and swim in the stream, and when they were tired, they would take shelter under the laurel tree to enjoy the shade.

And behind him was always followed by a young girl, who caught fish, and she cheered him on by the stream, when he swam, and she was worried about him, and when he beat his companions, she smiled more than anyone else, and when he was at home, her bride was always hers......

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the immature little girl is also slim, and he has grown into a gentle and elegant handsome young man. She knew that he loved music, so she learned to play the piano and flute, so that he could relieve him of his fatigue when he was tired of reading, she knew that he was talented, so she read poetry and books so that she could fight him when he was in full bloom, and she knew that he loved to copy and paint, so she studied ink by the lamp beside him, or became the person in his paintings......

Originally, it was also a good relationship for childhood sweethearts, and the family was also ready to prepare family affairs for them, but he said that he didn't want to be trapped in this small village for the rest of his life, he wanted to go out to travel the mountains and rivers and see the warmth and coldness of the people in the world, so he asked her to wait, waiting for his tired bird to return......

On the day of parting, she stood under the osmanthus tree and played with him Xiao Di. He said that when the osmanthus flowers bloomed again, he would return and compose another flute song with her. At parting, she put the flute in his bag, smiled and watched him go, then looked at his back and burst into tears.

It's just that the autumn wind rises every year, and the people still miss the flowering period, and the red face waiting under the tree is also losing weight day by day, and finally, in the autumn wind of that year, she coughed up a pool of blood and fell next to the osmanthus tree.

In the end, she still didn't wait for her sweetheart to return. Xiangli looked at the old man in front of him, his eyes were full of complicated expressions, whether it was resentment, sadness, or sadness.

The old man's eyes were misty with tears, and he held the wooden flute with trembling hands and slowly placed it on his chest.

"I didn't take her!" the old man closed his eyes, remembering the day he had returned, ten years later.

At the beginning, the two Hongyan passed the book, telling the meaning of lovesickness, but as the Hongyan grew old, the thin handwriting was nowhere to be sent, and the departed person who was far away from the countryside did not know that the old man had gone, but she was tired of waiting and married someone else!

When she returned, she saw her tombstone under the laurel tree.

She said that even if life was gone, she would wait for him to return under the tree. So the family buried her under the laurel tree, and the tombstone was in the direction of his departure, and when he returned, she could see it at a glance.

The young man of that day returned, his face was as handsome as before, he was dressed in white and dragged the ground, gently wiped the dust on the tombstone for her, put the wooden flute in his bag in front of the tombstone, and then stood next to the tombstone, played the jade flute all night, and shed two lines of tears of pain and remorse.

Xiangli was already in tears at this time, she looked at the old man and said sadly: "I am the osmanthus tree, do you know, the day you returned to the tomb of Xiao who blew all night, she also leaned on the tree and listened all night, she said, you are still so handsome, still so gentle, still so ...... Love her ......"

I asked her if she ever resented you, but she said no, she said that she was willing to wait for you, she couldn't complain about anyone, and she didn't want anyone, and she also said that she finally waited for you back. ”

When the old man heard this, he couldn't stop crying, and Xiangli couldn't stop sobbing as he stood aside. She watched the two of them as childhood sweethearts, loved and cherished each other, and then separated forever. She didn't understand, it was this person who had lost her, why didn't she resent it at all?

"I don't understand, why she doesn't resent you at all? I don't understand why you are still happy to live now, when you were so sad at the time?

Xiangli didn't understand why she could wait for him for so long, even after she died, her soul stayed under the tree until he returned, and she didn't leave as she wished.

Perhaps, as long as people leave this world, all the past and love will disappear. The living are alive and well, but the dead have turned to dust.

After a long time, the old man calmed down, wiped away his tears and said slowly to Xiangli: "Little girl, maybe you are not human, so you can't understand these so-called feelings. I am responsible for her, but this does not mean that I have to bear the guilt of her all my life and live hard. Because I know that if she loves me, she must want me to live well, and this is her wish, and it is my wish. ”

"In the same way, just because I'm happy doesn't mean I forgot about her. It is because I love her that I want to live happily. ”

Xiang shook her head in confusion, "I don't understand what you're talking about, isn't that contradictory?"

The old man waved his hand, sighed and said: "That's it, since the girl is not a human being, it doesn't matter if she doesn't understand this, only the human heart is the most unpredictable in this world, the girl should return to her original place as soon as possible!"

When Xiangli followed Bai Yuzhou away, he looked back at the old man and the old woman, and the two of them were so enviable.

"Xiangli, what did you just tell the old man?" Bai Yuzhou asked as he walked.

Xiangli didn't make a sound, she stood by the side of the road, looking in the direction of the village entrance.

Bai Yuzhou saw that Xiangli didn't follow, so he stepped forward and pushed her: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Xiangli shook her head at Bai Yuzhou, she smiled lightly, and said, "Bai Yuzhou, do you know?

Bai Yuzhou was startled, the grave! I was still sleeping under the tree that day!Oh~ I felt a chill in my back when I thought about it.

It's just that later the village chief felt that the location of the grave at the entrance of the village was not good, and the children did not dare to play by the stream, and no one dared to admire the moon by the stream during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so he asked someone to move the tomb to the back mountain.

Hehe, Xiangli looked at the desolate back mountain and smiled slightly. It doesn't matter, anyway, she has made her wish and goes to Huangquan.