That year, Qin Shanhai was a miserable green boy, who had been practicing Zheng with his father since he was a child, and his temperament was even more personable.

There are countless admirers and admirers, and there is no shortage of musical talents and peers, however, he just likes the girl named Niu Pingping in the blue flower dock, and renamed her Niu Wanxi.

"Youmei is a clear and graceful person, from now on you will be called Niu Wanxi." He smiled at her, and she nodded, without a second of hesitation.

"Niu Wanxi, let's get married." He smiled at her again, and she nodded again, without a second of hesitation.

Niu Wanxi agreed to the marriage proposal so readily, which made the young man in love dizzy, but he was still blocked by his family: Qin Chuan disagreed.

"We are a Guzheng family, you have to find a woman who can carry the family mission with you as a wife." Qin Chuan's implication was to let Qin Shanhai marry a like-minded guzheng player as his wife, rather than marry a peasant girl.

However, Qin Shanhai likes it.

"What the hell do you like about her?" Qin Chuan didn't understand.

Qin Shanhai felt that this was something that could only be understood and could not be spoken.

When she first saw Niu Wanxi, she was using a small cart to pull a big stone to build a wall, the wall was not high, only about half a meter, a long rectangular piece, and then filled it with soil, and put a plastic grid on the soft and suitable soil, she sprinkled seeds in each grid, and then watered it......

The whole process is seamless.

In Qin Shanhai's impression, labor and women are things that have no intersection, the women around him, whether it is his mother or sister, are all women engaged in art.

"What are you planting?" Qin Shanhai asked.

"Tomatoes." The hardworking young girl has a rustic smile on her face.

When her tomatoes were red, she was no longer called "Niu Pingping", she was called Niu Wanxi, and the process of tomatoes from a seed to a branch full of red fruits, Qin Shanhai witnessed her planting a variety of fruits and vegetables with her own hands......

It turns out that labor is not only hard, but also beautiful, gentle power, and happiness.

Although Niu Wanxi rarely smiled, usually her expression was faint, but Qin Shanhai watched her work, inexplicably happy, especially when she was planting jacarandas, but Qin Shanhai didn't know jacarandas at that time.

Niu Wanxi's long black braids always hang down from the back of her head to her chest, and she likes to wear cotton and linen clothes and pants made by herself, and when she grows, she is focused and sacred, like a painting.

"What are you planting?" Qin Shanhai, as usual, acted as a curious baby when Niu Wanxi was working.

"Jacaranda." Niu Wanxi replied.

Jacaranda, many years later, Qin Shanhai finally saw the jacaranda tree blooming, like a strong scene of blue flames burning, and in that year, the jacaranda was just a seed planted into the soil by the cow.

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On the bench under the oak tree in the hospital, Qin Shanhai's face was a distant thought, "At that time, I only thought that your mother planted a seed, which was life and hope, but I didn't know that what she planted was actually despair." ”

Qin Xiaojin shuddered and turned his head to look at Qin Shanhai.

The flower language of jacaranda is waiting for love in despair, and the leaves fall off in winter represent despair, but when spring comes full of purple flowers, it frightens others, and there is hope in despair, but in fact, it is just the unwillingness of the parties.

"So, my mother is really Niu Wanxi, but the person my mother loves is not you, right?"

Listening to Qin Xiaojin's question, Qin Shanhai didn't dare to look at him, he was afraid that under the gaze of his clear eyes, he would feel inferior, Ozu's eyes were like very graceful.