However, this situation did not change the attitude of several of his benefactors in the slightest. Another two weeks had passed, and the warm, sunny weather had begun to settle down, and the flowers and trees had grown tender green leaves and bright flowers, and they were ready to leave the house for a few months. They took the cutlery that had made the old camel salivate and deposited it in the bank, leaving a servant to look after the house, and took Yongchang to a country house in the distance.

Who can describe the joy, joy, peace and tranquility that this weak child felt when he came to the countryside, breathed the fragrant air, and was surrounded by green mountains and dense forests?

Who can tell how the peaceful and tranquil scenery is reflected in the minds of the people who stick to the city, and how they inject their own vitality into their tired hearts!

People live in crowded and narrow streets, toiling all their lives, never thinking of changing their environment—habits have indeed become second nature, and they can almost be said to have fallen in love with the brick and stone of the small world that makes up their daily strolls—even if they finally wake up to a glimpse of nature when death reaches out to them.

As soon as they moved away from the joys and sorrows of the past, they seemed to enter a new world. Day after day, they walked slowly towards the green meadows full of sunlight, and at the sight of the sky, the hills, the plains, and the lake, they awakened in their hearts, and they only had to taste the taste of heaven beforehand to soothe the pain of their rapid decay, and they entered their graves as peacefully as the sunset in the west, and a few hours ago they had been alone in their bedroom windows, watching the sunset slowly disappear into their dim eyes.

The memories evoked by the tranquil mountain countryside do not belong to this world, nor do they belong to the will and hope of this world. These memories will gently infect us, teaching us how to weave brightly colored garlands to place in front of the graves of those we love; It purifies our minds and overpowers the old grudges.

But underneath all this, even the most numb of every mind, a vague and imfully formed consciousness, which had felt this way a long time ago, at some distant moment, has never lingered, inspiring men to look solemnly into the distant future, and to crush pride and vulgarity beneath it.

The places they go to are truly beautiful. Yongchang's previous days were spent in filthy crowds and noisy quarrels, and here he seems to have been given a new lease of life.

Roses and honeysuckle surround the walls of the villa, ivy clings the trunks of the trees, and the garden is fragrant with flowers. Nearby, there was a small church cemetery, not crowded with tall and ugly tombstones, but inconspicuous tombs, covered with young grass and green moss, where the old men of the village were laid to rest.

Yongchang often wandered here, and sometimes when he thought of the barren mound where his mother was buried, he sat down and secretly wept for a while. However, as soon as he raised his eyes and looked at the deep sky above his head, he no longer imagined that she was still sleeping under the loess, and although he would cry for her, he would not feel pain.

It's a jolly time. The days are mild and clear. The night brought them not fear, nor worry—no worries about being behind bars, no need to deal with bad guys, only happy thoughts.

Every morning he walked into the house of a white-haired old gentleman who lived near the chapel, and the old gentleman corrected his pronunciation and taught him to write, and he spoke so kindly and with such dedication that Yongchang felt that it was not too much to please him. Next, he could take a walk with Mrs. May and Miss Jin Xiu, and listen to them talk about the things in the book. Or sit next to them, sit in some shady place, and listen to Miss Jin Xiu read aloud, and he will continue to listen like this until it gets dark and he can't even read the words clearly.

But he had to prepare his homework for the next day, and in a small room overlooking the garden, he worked hard until dusk was approaching, when the two ladies were going out for a walk again, and he was always with them, and listened with them with great interest in whatever they had to say.

If they wanted a flower, and he could climb it off, or forgot something, and he could go for a run, he couldn't be happier, and he couldn't have run faster.

When it was dark, and when she returned to the house, the young lady whispered an old song that her aunt loved in a soft voice. At such a moment, there is no need to light a candle, and Yongchang sits by the window, listening to beautiful music.

Sunday has arrived, and the chapel in the early morning, with the green leaves rustling outside the window, the birds chirping outside, and the rich air penetrating into the low porch, this simple building is full of fragrance.

At six o'clock in the morning, Yongchang got up, roamed the fields, picked clusters of wildflowers from the fences near and far, and returned with a full load. He carefully arranged, designed in many ways, and decorated the breakfast table with bouquets.

He also picks fresh Senecio; It was used as food for Miss Mei to feed the birds, and it was also used to decorate the bird cage, and the elegant style was greatly praised.

He made the birds plump and lively. The rest of the time, there are often some small good deeds in the village that can be used by him. Otherwise, play a rare cricket game on the grass.

Otherwise, there is always something to do in raising flowers and planting trees, and the same master also taught Yongchang to play with flowers and plants, he is very devoted, and he only stops every time Miss Jinxiu appears in front of her, and she is always full of praise for everything Yongchang has done.

Three months passed without realizing it. For the blessed people, these three months can be regarded as satisfactory, and it is a great blessing for Yongchang.

With the purity and kindness of generosity on the one hand, and the most sincere and fervent gratitude from the bottom of the heart, it is no wonder that at the end of this short period of time, Yongchang was already close to the old lady and her niece, and his young and sensitive heart developed a strong attachment, and they reciprocated with love and pride for him.

Spring is gone, and summer is coming. If the village was once beautiful, it is now on full display of its style and prosperity. The tall, naked trees, which had cowered in the early months, were now bursting with vigour, spreading their green arms to cover the thirsty earth, turning unsheltered spots into impeccable secluded places.

Under the dense and cozy shade of the trees, one can see the vast space bathed in the sun stretching out into the distance. The earth is clothed in an emerald green coat and exudes a mellow fragrance. It's the heyday of the year, and everything is thriving and cheerful.

The quiet life in the villa is still the same, and the people in the villa live happily and peacefully as usual. Yongchang has long grown strong and strong. But neither health nor illness has changed his deep affection for the people around him, but there are many people who are not.

He is still the little little one who was drained of his energy by suffering and asked for care everywhere, the child who was obedient and full of gratitude.

One bright night, they walked more than usual when they walked, and the day was very hot, and the moon was bright in the sky, and from time to time there was an unusually cool breeze passing by.

At first, they were also full of interest, and they chatted and laughed as they walked, far beyond the usual range.

Mrs. May felt a little tired, so they slowly returned home. Jin Xiu, as usual, threw down her light soft hat and sat blankly, as if she were crying.

"What's wrong?" The old lady said.

Jin Xiu didn't answer, as if this sentence had woken her up from her painful thoughts.

"My girl." Mrs. May rose to her feet in a panic, leaned down, and shouted. "What's going on? Crying. What is it that makes you sad? ”

"Nothing, auntie. Nothing," replied the girl, "I don't know what's going on. I can't tell. But I think—"

"Isn't it sick, baby?" Mrs. May interjected.

"No, no. Oh, I'm not sick. Ruth shuddered, and seemed to have a cold chill running through her body as she spoke. I'll be fine soon. Close the windows. ”

Yongchang hurriedly stepped forward and closed the window. The young lady covered her face with her hands and collapsed on the sofa, tears uncontrollable from her eyes.

The old lady put her arm around her shoulders and said, "I've never seen you like this before." ”

"I don't want to alarm you, and I don't want to alarm you," replied Ruth, "and I tried my best to hold back, but I couldn't help it." I'm afraid I'm really sick, auntie. ”

She was indeed ill, and when the candles were brought over, they found that in the very short time she had returned home, her face had become as pale as marble. The beautiful face has not changed in the slightest, but the expression has changed. Wen Jing's face carried an anxious and tired look that had never been seen before. After a minute, a flush appeared on his face, and a frenzied light flashed in his gentle blue eyes. The flush vanished again, like the shadow of a floating cloud, and she was once again as pale as death.

Yongchang looked at the old lady with a blank eye, and couldn't help but notice that she was frightened by these symptoms, and he himself was the same. But when he saw that the old lady was pretending to be inappropriate, he tried his best to do so, and it really had some effect.

Jin Xiu went in to rest under the persuasion of her aunt, and her spirits improved slightly, and even her complexion improved, and she assured that she would be fine when she woke up tomorrow morning.

"Are you alright?" Mrs. May came back, and Yongchang said, "She doesn't look good tonight, but—"

The old lady motioned for him to say no more, and sat down in a dimly lit corner, silent for a long time. At last, in a trembling voice, she said:

"I believe not. I've been very happy with her for years—maybe too happy. Maybe it's time for me to have some kind of misfortune. But I hope not. ”

"What?" Yongchang asked.

"The loss of this good girl," said the old lady, "has been my comfort and happiness for a long time. ”

"God won't say yes!" Yongchang screamed in panic.

"Pray the Lord forbid." The old lady said, twisting her hands.

"Surely there won't be anything that scary, right?" Yongchang said, "Two hours ago, she was fine." ”

"She is very ill now," replied Mrs. May, "and it will be worse, I believe." What would I do without her! ”