Shi'an City in the northeast of the Zhuang Autonomous Region has always had the reputation of being the best in the world.

If there is a fairyland paradise in the world, it should be the first choice.

On the banks of the Li River.

Evening.

In a quiet and peaceful village, four or five half-grown children of about eight or nine years old are playing in the water by the river.

The village is not big, less than 100 households in a radius, and the distance between each other is not too close, there is a primary school built by the villagers spontaneously in the center of the village, the area is not large, although it is relatively simple, but it is not difficult to let the children stand in class, after graduating from primary school, parents will send their children to the county dozens of miles away to go to middle school, the conditions are better to send to the city to live in the school, in general, the conditions here are not good, but not too bad, barely can be said to be average, but the victory is in the comfortable environment, It is not contaminated with the glitz of the bustling area in the center of the city, and still retains that simple and precious style.

A place without too much impetuousness is undoubtedly an excellent place for self-cultivation.

The Li River, which can reflect the green mountains and white clouds from time to time, is almost the largest leisure place in the eyes of the whole village.

The sunset is gradually sinking with the last glimmer of dazzling afterglow, reflecting the entire river in gold, children playing in the water, the mountains and rivers are quiet in laughter, and the smoke curls in the village.

In the setting sun, a middle-aged man with an unusually ordinary appearance carried a bamboo basket and slowly walked to a small wooden house by the river.

At the age of about forty-four or five, about one meter seventy-five in height, his sideburns have been white, it seems that because of the quiet landscape around him, his temperament is very tranquil, not happy or angry, and not shocked by honor and disgrace.

"Hey, Uncle Turtle is back."

Several children playing in the water watched the middle-aged man walk in slowly, cheered, and scrambled out of the water to run towards the oncoming middle-aged man.

"Squeak..."

In the small cabin closest to the riverside, it seemed that the cheers of the children were heard, and a graceful young woman who looked to be in her early thirties opened the door, and walked quietly to the door, with a smile in her eyes, looking at the middle-aged man surrounded by children.

"Uncle Turtle, I want to eat this, and, Xiaohong said this is delicious, Xiaohong, give it to you, Uncle Turtle won't be angry, I've never seen him angry."

A little boy who seemed to be a child's head grabbed a large handful of red fruit the size of peanuts and stuffed it into the little girl with a somewhat timid expression.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry."

The middle-aged man said with a smile, his voice was deep and low, but it did not give people a feeling of oppression, and the speed of speech was just right, which was very comfortable to listen to in people's ears.

He seemed to know that he couldn't get out of his body for the time being, raised his head, showed an apologetic smile to the beautiful young woman with a graceful temperament outside the cabin, and simply made it to a stone on the side, and handed the bamboo basket in his hand to the child's head, the smile did not change at all, without revealing the slightest distress and reluctance.

Most of the baskets in the bamboo basket are all kinds of wild fruits that he spent an afternoon picking, the taste is very delicious, and there are many types, looking at the basket of trophies, you know that the middle-aged man's journey in a day is definitely a long journey.

However, the children obviously did not know the hard work of this turtle uncle, and in less than two minutes, they scavenged the wild fruits in the bamboo basket.

The middle-aged man had kind eyes, carrying an empty bamboo basket, with a silly smile on his face and a calm look.

Forty is not confused, but in him, there is a kind of fifty years of knowing the destiny of heaven and the vicissitudes of ancient years.

"Uncle Turtle, Aunt Turtle is watching me."

The little girl holding a large handful of wild fruits in her two small hands blinked her eyes and said timidly.

As soon as she spoke, the children around her fell silent.

In the small village, anyone can laugh and scold with this middle-aged man who has never lost his temper in the past 20 years, but only for his wife, no one has dared to let go in front of her for 20 years.

For the villagers here, her appearance, her temperament, is much better than the big stars on TV, just like the gods in the sky, she will not grow old, in the village, if the middle-aged man is the best bully, then his wife can say a word at will, better than the village chief.

What a strange couple.

The middle-aged man's eyes were fixed, and there was still a smile on his face, but his tone was a little more serious and admonishing, he stretched out his hand and touched the little girl's head, and said softly: "It's Aunt Tianxuan." Keep that in mind next time. Aunt Qian Xuan likes you, that's why she looks at you. ”

The little girl spit out her pink little tongue and let out a naughty sound, but there were some doubts in her little head, the one in front of her was Uncle Turtle, so his wife, shouldn't she call Aunt Turtle?

"Uncle Turtle, why are you called a turtle? Is that your real name? It's weird. ”

The tallest of the children looked curious, Uncle Turtle and Aunt Tilt Xuan belonged to the outsiders of the village, but they had taken root for twenty years and rarely left, and the people in the village had long since stopped treating them as outsiders.

"My name is Xuanwu."

The middle-aged man smiled, his face was very ordinary, and his temperament was really inconspicuous, but he was very calm, and in today's prosperous society, he is the kind of 'good person' who has been rejected countless times. ’

How he married a wife who was willing to stay with him for twenty years has been an unsolved mystery that belongs to this small village.

"What is Xuanwu?"

The girl blew her eyes, her eyes were like the water of the Li River that could reflect the green mountains, clear and clean without the slightest impurity.

"Xuanwu is a turtle."

The middle-aged man laughed softly, as if he thought this statement was funny, and even laughed out loud, but the bitterness and self-deprecation in the smile were destined to be incomprehensible to this group of children who were not even ten years old.

The sun has not yet set.

The air has gradually become gloomy.

"It's going to rain, let's go home."

Xuanwu chuckled softly, touched the little girl's hair again, and quietly watched them run away with the wild fruit.

He took out a Huangguoshu cigarette that could be bought for forty-five yuan in the town, lit one and put it in his mouth, took a deep breath, and the sky above his head quickly became gloomy, and his eyes looked at the green mountains and green waters in front of him in a trance.

Li River.

Poetic name, picturesque landscape.

After all, it is not as majestic as the rivers and mountains, but there is a kind of soft and graceful style of small jasper.

The dark clouds in the sky converged, and with the dull thunder, a spectacle was finally formed!

Heavy rain.

Behind the middle-aged man, the raindrops violently hit the river, rippling and rippling.

In front of the middle-aged man, there was still a clear sky, and the sun shone on the lake, sparkling.

The body of a middle-aged person seems to be the perfect intersection of rainy and sunny days.

With just one gentle step, he can get out of the pouring rain.

The middle-aged man named Xuanwu squinted his eyes, looking at the soft grass in front of him that was shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun and was not wet by the rain.

The beautiful young woman who always stood in front of the door of the cabin walked softly, walked from the sunny day to the rain, squatted down beside Xuanwu, and smiled softly: "Are you tired? ”

"I'm not tired."

Xuanwu grinned and said with a smile, but his eyes did not look at his wife, but looked up at the large gloomy sky above his head, and said softly: "Qian Xuan, do you think that at this time, God will cleave my shrunken turtle to death with a thunderbolt?" ”

"You're not wrong, all the fault is on me, I'm too selfish, even if it's damned, it must be me, no one will blame you, really, no one blames you."

The beautiful young woman named Qian Xuan picked up Xuanwu's hand and held her face, she was no longer young, but her skin and appearance were still delicate, and her every move was with the gentleness and charm of a woman, and it was natural.

"There are some things you don't understand."

Xuanwu shook his head, lowered his head, helped his wife fix his rain-soaked hair, and said softly: "You are in poor health, go back first, I will sit here for a while." ”

Tian Xuan shook his head stubbornly, his eyes were still gentle, mist, and there was a kind of hazy smoke waves, almost dreamy.

Xuanwu smiled, he was not reluctant to understand his wife's stubborn character, stretched out his hands to lift her up and hold her in his arms, hugged her light body that was a little trembling, and got up and walked out of the rain curtain.

She has her persistence and stubbornness.

He can also express his tenderness with compromise.

Twenty years is like a day, almost every day without leaving, what is it if you don't get along with each other?

Xuanwu hugged his wife and came to the top of the steps in front of the door, but did not enter the house, but sat down on the steps, and said softly: "It's another year, it's really fast, the Li River is very beautiful, just like the beauties of the country and the city, since ancient times, the two things of gentleness and comfort are the most able to consume people's will, and I have taken it all, it is really a blessing." ”

"Xuanwu, you want to go to the capital to see Yinmeng, right?"

Qian Xuan leaned into her husband's arms and murmured softly, a trace of sad and complicated feelings flashed in her eyes.

At this time of year, he would always go to the capital, bring a box of osmanthus cakes made by her, and return in three or five days.

And these three or five days of the day are the most insecure times for her, that is, she hopes that he will go, and she hopes that he can stay.

"Don't you want a daughter?"

Xuanwu touched his wife's hair and said softly: "She has grown up, very much like you, as beautiful as you, and mature, if I didn't bring the photos back every year, I'm afraid you wouldn't have recognized it a long time ago, I'm afraid I am the most failed and saddest father in the world, I have a daughter but dare not recognize each other, if I can't even see her every year, then life is really boring." ”

"Will Hidden Dreams hate us?"

Qian Xuan raised his head in Xuanwu's arms, his voice trembling, with a thick apprehension.

The smile on Xuanwu's face froze, and after a long time, he said softly: "She is no longer called Yinmeng." ”

The beautiful young woman, who was well-maintained and looked as if she was only in her early thirties, instantly turned red with red eyes, bit her lip tightly, and did not dare to cry.

When she cries, he will feel even more uncomfortable.

Xuanwu lowered his head, his eyes were full of thick bitterness that could not be dissolved, he stretched out his hand, touched his wife's face, and said softly: "Even if I am really a turtle and hold it for a year, I should stretch my head out to breathe, right?" ”

"You are not allowed to do anything to yourself!"

Tilt Xuan choked up, quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, barely showed a smile, and said softly: "I know you are leaving in the next few days, the osmanthus cake has been ready, can I bring it to you now?" ”

Xuanwu nodded lightly and said, "Okay." ”

Qian Xuan stopped talking, got up from her husband's arms, sorted out her emotions, and seemed to have regained her composure, so many years, she had already learned to bury all the grievances and pains in her heart, after a short gaffe, she quickly recovered, walked into the cabin, took out a beautiful food box, put it in Xuanwu's hand, and said softly: "This year is a little more than in previous years, I have tasted it, it is delicious." ”

"Yinmeng has always liked to eat the osmanthus cake you made."

Xuanwu laughed softly, but there was a little gloom in his eyes: "It's a pity that she didn't know that the person who made this pastry was her mother." ”

"Alright, don't talk about it."

Qian Xuan's expression was gloomy, her delicate face was a little pale without blood, she bit her lip, hesitated slightly, and said softly: "If you can, you can stay with Yinmeng in the capital for a few more days, I can take good care of myself." ”

"Five days at most, I will return."

Xuanwu carefully held the food box containing the osmanthus cake, and stood up with a gentle but firm expression.

"Be careful on the road."

Qian Xuan softly instructed him, wanting him to change his clothes, but looking at the rain curtain not far ahead, he still gave up, and helped her tidy up her neckline with her own hands, and her movements were virtuous and skillful.

Xuanwu's eyes were warm.

has a wife like this, he doesn't want the country, he doesn't want authority, and it is enough to be able to see the landscape with her for a lifetime.

"I'm leaving, wife."

Xuanwu said softly, revealing a simple smile again.

According to the posture of his youth in his memory, Tian Xuan stretched out his little hand and pinched his nose, and said softly: "Don't fight with people." ”

"Hmm."

"You must not kill anyone who should not be killed."

"Hmm."

"Stay safe. Come back early. ”

"Hmm."

Xuanwu turned around, just holding a food box in one hand, and turned again and stepped into the rain curtain.

The moment they turned around, the husband and wife had a heart and said softly: "The osmanthus is blooming." ”

When the osmanthus blossoms.

It's the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Qian Xuan stared at her husband's back stupidly, silently, bursting into tears.

Her husband said she didn't understand, but she did.

She has been seeking fulfillment for 20 years, but when will she be truly fulfilled? ――

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