The grass grows and the warbler flies in February, and the young do not know the taste of sorrow. In February, the pear blossoms are white, and the pear blossom trees are sad alone.

Turning through a quiet corridor, there is a huge courtyard with rockeries distributed in twos and threes, a gurgling stream winds across a small bridge, and some of them fall straight down from the rockery, like a natural waterfall.

On a pond, a small stone bridge was erected, which led to an octagonal pavilion.

The pavilion is located in the center of the courtyard, with lanterns hanging on the eight corners, and a solid wood table with yellow pear is placed inside, exuding a quiet woody fragrance, which is the unique aroma of rosewood. A few rosewood chairs with pear blossom motifs are placed around the backrest.

The spring breeze blows on the branches, bringing bursts of fragrance.

Next to the octagonal pavilion, there is a pear blossom tree in full bloom, which looks to be more than ten years old. Every February, it blooms, and its snow-white petals flutter in the wind, falling to the ground stained with spring mud, but disappearing into nothingness.

In previous years, a pair of people under the pear blossom tree, the top of their heads was snow-white. The woman in red leaned over and picked up a petal, sniffed at the tip of her nose, raised her head and smiled at the man.

There is a poem "Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms." "At night, the wind came and the pear blossoms bloomed. The air was full of flying petals, and the petals were fluttering.

The spring color in the garden can't be closed, and the petals that floated away from last night have already been swept away by the wind, and there is no trace of the wreckage, but it brings a shock to people's hearts.

The little girl who had been sent away earlier returned to the pavilion with a food box. She took out a plate of pastries and a bowl of pear blossom porridge from the food box and put them on the table, and removed the food that was already cold on the table.

Her eyes couldn't help but fall on the woman in white on the stone bridge, her eyes full of distress. She didn't want to disturb her, but she couldn't bear to hurt her body again.

She carried the food box and walked to the woman's side. She called her softly, barely holding back a few tremblings, "Miss, you haven't eaten well in the past few days. ”

She looked at the woman, but emotions welled up from her throat, with a little choking, "I brought your favorite water chestnut pear flower candy cake." ”

Jun Ziyue didn't listen carefully to what she said at first, but her ears sensitively caught the words "rhombic pear flower sugar cake".

She turned her head to look at her, her face was pale and she didn't want to say a word. She walked towards the gazebo with vague steps, and the little girl took the opportunity to hold her, and followed her step by step towards the pastry.

She came to the table, but she didn't move, just staring at the plate of pastries with discolored eyes. It was the pastry she fell in love with from the first sip, and all the pastries after that were out of her sights.

She shifted her feet and sat down, her hands on the small plate of delicate pastries. She twisted the edge of the plate with her fingers, pulling it closer to her, and finally barely a palm's hand.

The little girl saw this scene, but she couldn't bear to look at it directly.

It was the most common scene in the past, someone always pushed the plate of her favorite pastry in front of her eyes, and she didn't have to move, just threw a smile at the person.

Now, there is no one closest to her, but no one hands her favorite for her anymore.

The little girl couldn't bear it, but she was always thinking about her body. She saw that she had gazed at the pastry for a long time, but her mouth had not been opened.

"Miss, drink the porridge first, and then eat the pastry!" What she wanted was to drink porridge to warm her stomach first, and then eat sweet but not greasy pastries, so that her throat would not be dry.

Jun Ziyue turned a blind eye, her eyes were foggy, but her thoughts didn't know where to go.

"Miss, Miss, you've always been like this, I guess the generals won't be happy!"

I don't know if it was because of these words, or if it was a change in her inner thoughts, but she actually listened to her words and had the idea of eating.

She raised her eyes and looked at the little girl, "Porridge." ”

Although her eyes were the same as before, her willingness to eat was nothing more than an encouragement to the little girl.

She held the bowl of pear blossom porridge with both hands, her skin caressed the porcelain bowl, and there was a slightly hot touch.

Jun Ziyue's eyes came to the bowl, and the porridge in the bowl was still steaming. Her plain hand twisted the small spoon, stirring the pear blossom porridge in the bowl, and the fragrance dissipated in the air with the rising fragrance.

She scooped up a spoonful and brought it to her lips.

The little girl next to her was always paying attention to her, and her whole body was tense.

She finally put it in her mouth, only to see her swallow. The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, but she was caught off guard by the next scene.

I saw that Jun Ziyue had just swallowed the first bite, and her hand went to the porcelain bowl again, but her face changed suddenly, and her expression looked extremely uncomfortable.

Her stomach was churning like a mountain at the moment, and she almost couldn't help but vomit.

The little girl ran out of ideas for a while, and when the woman's eyes glanced at her, and then at the food box, she mixed the food in the food box and took out a plate with frosted edges.

She placed the plate in front of her eyes, and she began to vomit, and what she spit out was visible to the naked eye, it was a spoonful of porridge that only had been eaten, and all that was left was some bitter water.

She patted Jun Ziyue's back with her hand, smoothing her out.

Jun Ziyue no longer vomited, but her face became even paler, as if her stomach was about to vomit. She was now trembling uncontrollably, and she resisted the discomfort, and then took the spoon in her hand, scooped it into the bowl, and put it in her mouth.

The little girl endured desperately this time, and she didn't dare to look at her, as if she was afraid of seeing her forbearance again.

But this time she didn't spit it out again, just ate a few bites. She was not very interested, so she put down the spoon and did not take a single bite.

Jun Ziyue vomited the bitter water in her stomach and those spoons of porridge, her stomach had warmed up, her body had a slight temperature, and her mind was much clearer, and her mood was a little better.

When she caught a glimpse of the rhode pear flower sugar cake, it still disturbed her mind. She picked up a piece of pastry, her plain white lips slightly open.

The shell teeth opened lightly, took a small bite, the entrance was soft and not greasy, and the mouth seemed to have the aroma of pear blossoms, but I don't know whether it was the fragrance of pear blossoms in the courtyard, the yellow rosewood table, or the aroma of this rhoconic pear blossom sugar cake.

The taste of this pastry is not as good as before, but it is a little more bitter. A bitter smile rose into her mouth, and she finally put down the remaining pastry in her hand, refusing to take another bite.

When everyone is gone, what's the point of eating this pastry?

It turns out that it is not because the pastry is sweet, but because I think of a person in my heart, whatever I eat will be sweet, and that is the taste of happiness.

She looked away from her eyes, unwilling to look at the hurtful thing anymore, and the one she loved most became the most painful wound in her heart.

The little girl saw that Jun Ziyue only took a small bite, but she didn't want to eat it again, and she didn't even give it a look.

She sighed silently, leaned over the porcelain bowl on the table, and sorted it into the food box. She leaned over to Jun Ziyue and said "retire", and the person naturally wouldn't say a word.

She had no choice but to retreat, and left with the food box in high spirits, leaving the plate of pastries on the table alone.

The little girl walked away with unbearable steps, leaving only the woman alone in this pavilion.

After a while, a plain white hand touched the delicate pastry, tremblingly raised it to his eyes, sniffed it lightly with the tip of his nose, and then slowly placed it next to his lips.

She took a bite and rolled it into her throat with the tip of her tongue, trying to soothe the bitterness in her mouth, but it was the same as before.

The bitterness has not been eliminated, and there is a little more pain. One or two mouthfuls, she thought, were not enough, so her teeth kept chewing. When the teeth are sore, the mouth is still bitter.

She wept silently, and her hand took her favorite pastry and put it in her mouth. In the end, there was not much left of a stack of pastries. Her mouth was still bitter, and she didn't taste the sweetness of the rhombic pear flower candy cake at all.

Her hand was still in the plate, and she was sending it to her mouth. In the end, she even stuffed a few pieces of pastry into her mouth, desperately stuffing a few pieces of pastry, but her face was bulging and it was hard to chew.

Her bulging face looked like a person with a swollen face and a fat man, and she was holding on to do something inappropriate.

"Vomit" Her stomach began to resist again, just because she was holding on to eat most of the pastry. She hadn't eaten well for a few days, and she finally ate a few spoonfuls of porridge just now, but she also felt full. Now, she forced herself to eat the pastry again, and her stomach naturally couldn't bear it.

She vomited, and her mouth was full of pastries, but she was reluctant to vomit them. She had to hold on again, her lips moving slightly, her teeth grinding slowly into the contents of her mouth, and then swallowing all the discomfort back into her stomach.

She endured extreme discomfort, and there were tears rolling in her eyes, I don't know if it was physiological water, or her precious tears.

She pulled out a silver hairpin from her bosom, and the shape was like a drop of water. Her hand gently stroked the droplet, like a big bean on her face.

She smiled slightly, but with endless pain, "This hairpin is really the most suitable for me!" ”

Her arms were arched, and her head was slowly leaning up. The right head is placed under the head, and the left palm is the hairpin. Her eyes were on the pear trees outside, and her palms tightened.

After a while, her eyes were closed, and the eyelashes of her eyebrows fluttered slightly, and under them were patches of shadows.

She clamed her right hand into a fist, and a smile appeared on her lips. She let go of her left hand again, trying to do something.

With a clang, the hairpin fell to the ground with a crisp sound. She woke up suddenly, tears in the corners of her eyes, and she didn't know what she had dreamed of.

She wiped away her tears casually with the back of her hand, and her left hand was empty, but she was stunned. She looked closely, only to find that her hairpin had fallen to the ground.

A panicked mood flashed in her eyes, and she leaned over to pick up the hairpin and put it in her arms, but she didn't say a word.

There was a faint pain in her head, but she still held the hairpin tightly in her hand, took it to her cheek, and rubbed it gently. The coolness on the hairpin spread to her little by little, making her can't help but tremble lightly, but her spirit is a little better.

There was a sound behind her, and a fur coat draped over her thin shoulders, bringing a burst of warmth.

She was in a trance for a while, and in her memory, a pair of slender hands with bones went around her head, tightly clutching her neckline to prevent her snow-white neck from being exposed, and gently combing the folds on her big coat.

At this moment, there is also a person behind her, who is sorting out the big bag for her.

She raised her hand tremblingly and took the hand that had come to her shoulder. With tears in her eyes, she called softly: "Brother Yu, Yue'er misses you!"