The beginning of the heart is difficult to calm Chapter 43: Wedge

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed.

Now I'm coming, rain and snow.

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In April 1997, this small northern city was full of smoke and willows every spring. Large willow branches flutter in the wind, as if dancing a graceful dance.

The breeze blows, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the vigorous appearance is like the blue sea and blue sky.

In the shade of a tall and straight tree stood a lonely little girl, about five or six years old, with curly brown hair tied up behind the little brain to form a princess's head. Her skin is fair and clean, with the white princess dress on her body, the fabric of light gauze flutters in the wind, accompanied by the sunlight through the leaves, making her beautiful and transparent.

"Later, my dad... It's someone else's dad..."

The little girl blinked her big black pearl eyes and muttered to herself. The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the crystal tears fell one by one, shining with the light of innocence and innocence.

......

"Miss~~~"

"Where are you? Miss~~~~"

"Hurry up and look for it over there! Hurry up and call someone! ”

The little girl heard a shout from afar, and hurriedly hid behind a tree, her little white face full of caution.

"What are you hiding?" In the silence, a little boy's voice was like thunder, and the frightened little girl shuddered.

"Are they looking for you?"

The little boy first reached out and brushed the hair in front of his forehead, looking at her with a lazy expression and a conceited expression.

"Huh! Girl! You're talking! Seeing that she didn't speak, the little boy was a little anxious, and gently pushed the little girl's shoulder.

It's just that the little girl has never seen this scene, and was stared at by a boy she didn't know, and even moved her hand. The picture of abducting children that the kindergarten teacher said instantly flashed in the cerebellum, and I cried out with a wow.

"You... Don't cry! I'm not a bad person! I'm not here to get you! ”

The little girl didn't speak, but her tears were still crackling, and she was looking at the little boy with an indescribable look in that eye, which carried a slight pleading and a faint melancholy.

"Don't be afraid, I'm the knight who came to protect you!"

The little girl blinked and didn't respond immediately, looking at this strange boy in confusion and not looking like a bad person, and her face slowly returned to some normal.

The little girl trembled and asked softly, "Then who are you?" ”

The little boy hesitated for a moment, then replied with a smile: "I am the knight who guards the princess!" Always obey the princess's orders. ”

"What?"

"Beautiful little princess, do you know what the most perfect ending is in a fairy tale?"

"Hmm...... Of course I do! It was the little prince who saved the little princess, and the little princess finally had her own home..."The little girl pouted, trying to fantasize about the ending she wanted.

"That's not right! It's the little princess who has grown up and become a real knight! No one can hurt the little princess anymore! No one can make the little princess cry! ”

The little girl didn't know whether she was infected by the seriousness of the little boy, or if she believed the fairy tale that the little boy said, she looked at the little boy in front of her, who was a few years older than her, and finally nodded hesitantly.

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The willow trees in the distance are green and straight, and the hanging willow branches float like green ribbons.

The green willow is ignorant and unconscious, and stands in the years of today's encounter.

The willows of the ferry are green, and the branches and leaves are detached.

The homonym of the willow tree is either life or death.

Years later, Lin Paris still remembers the poem, but she doesn't remember how she learned it.

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"Jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down."

"I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors."