The lonely night is shining, and the mountain breeze is gradually resting.

The blind spring flower, who was covered with white veil, raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead with the corner of her sleeve, wrapped the tail of the piano with a brocade handkerchief, and carefully put it back into the cloth bag, and then breathed a sigh of relief and lay directly on the wet slate under her.

The lyre wrapped in a cloth bag lies in the crook of the spring flower arm.

He lay down, and the blue-eyed and white-haired two dogs on the bamboo couch under the corridor bowed their waists, their heads were high, their front paws were extended, and they walked up after stretching their muscles and bones, hesitated for a moment beside Chunhua, sat on his arms with one butt, and fell on his chest with his head up, and instantly screamed to the sky.

The blind spring flower pinched the pink and tender long ears of the two dogs that kept shaking, and the white gauze on her face turned to the green light in the room, I don't know if she was intoxicated by the fresh mountain breeze, or the faint woody fragrance on the cloth bag in her arms, the smile on her lips became thicker, and the wrinkles on her face were deep.

It's like lying quietly like this, it's pleasant.

"Stupid! A sucker! A sucker! "On the pothos shelf under the eaves, there was the rough cry of a parrot Kyushu.

Hearing the sound, Chunhua gritted his teeth with one hand and got up, he was carrying a piano bag, carrying a food box, holding a white cat in his arms, his body was slightly bent, and he directly crossed the brightly colored parrot Kyushu and stepped into the study.

"Ah Chun, you came just in time." Behind the bookcase, the square-faced bald man was full of hope, as if he had completely forgotten that he was a blind man in front of him, "What do you think is going to be like this?" ”

"Knocked over the inkstone again?" The blind spring flower has an unusually sensitive nose and smells out the changes in the smell around her.

The man's face was anxious, and he was nervous about carrying an unfinished manuscript, "The manuscript is stained with ink, how should this be?" ”

"It's okay, I'll take care of it." The voice of the male duck of the spring flower is inexplicably reassuring at this moment.

"Can you get the ink on the manuscript clean?" The man who has always been very assertive also panicked in the face of his beloved manuscript stained with ink.

Over the years, for Tian Shi, the manuscript was as important as eating and sleeping, and seeing the manuscript destroyed was tantamount to making him go on a hunger strike.

"Believe me, and you'll be fine." The blind spring flower with white gauze and gray hair handed the food box in her hand to the man in front of her, untied the piano bag on her back and put it on the table, "Give it to me." ”

For some reason, Tian Shi was convinced of the words in the blind mouth in front of him, and handed over the manuscript stained with ink.

It seems that no matter what happens in this world, he can solve it for himself.

"You go and fetch the roselle tea in the courtyard." Chunhua's voice was hoarse, and she raised her hand and rubbed the blue-eyed and white-haired second dog in her arms.

Tian Shi walked quickly to the courtyard, and Xu Yu sent a cup of Roselle tea to the blind spring flower, he looked at the attractively colored tea soup in the cup, and asked suspiciously: "Roselle tea can remove ink?" ”

"I can't." The blind spring flower picked up the tea soup, put it to her lips and took a sip, "But it can quench your thirst." ”

"......" Tian Shi heard this, and his face changed abruptly.

All the frowns were burned, and this blind man still had the heart to play tricks on himself.

The blind spring flower sat down in front of the table for a long time, put a few blank pieces of paper under the ink-stained pages, and then dipped the tea in the cup with the handkerchief that had been used to wipe the strings, and fell one by one along the edge of the ink.

In a moment, the original ink was diluted and diluted by the tea, and the gorgeous tea soup of Luo Shen was soaked in ink, which made the ink stain on the corner of the original book instantly add some feeling of red leaves in the smoke of the distant mountains.

Chunhua's rough fingers twisted the pink soles of the blue-eyed and white-haired two dogs in her arms, and after a while, she turned her hand to pick up the tip of its tail, and gently picked up the ink in the different shades of the book corner, and thousands of trees rose from the ground in the small fog of the distant mountains.

Tian Shi looked intently at the movements in the hands of the blind man in front of him, this man who seemed to be omnipotent and had lived an ordinary life out of flowers.

More than ten years ago, when he was still young, when he first saw him, when there was a traitorous rebellion, he brought him here through the sea of arrows and fire, and settled down.

Every brick, tile, table and chair in this mountain cottage is made by him.

Since he was a young man, he was not used to eating rough meals in the mountains, so he went up to the mountains to look for game, went down to the river to catch shrimp, and even in the cold winter, he could make delicious meals from ordinary sun-dried wild vegetables.

In the twilight of spring, the young man said that his mouth was indifferent, and he missed the childhood conversation with Taifu Pinming, so he kept this casual word in his heart, and then, the young man either saw the blind spring flowers covered with white veil shuttling back and forth among the flowers in the mountains, or looked at him looking down beside the waterfall and cold pool behind the mountain.

In the middle of the decade, the boy was reading a book in the shade on the rattan chair in the courtyard, and saw the blind spring flower coming out of the kitchen, carrying a notched kitchen knife.

Before the young man could see what he wanted, he saw that the blind spring flower had already waved his sleeves to brush off the stone chips on the case, put two boxes of chess pieces carved from mountain pebbles on the case, poured a cup of tea soup with a beautiful color, and sent it to Tian Shi.

Only then did the young man realize that the blind man was going to talk to him about the tea hand.

It's just that his two boxes of chess pieces with similar colors are not all the same, how to play against each other, aren't they all the same?

In the hot summer, every time a fisherman and woodcutter in the mountains came to the field to quench his thirst for tea, Chunhua found that the child who had been pampered since childhood would stand far away, even if he spoke; Although the spring flower is blind, her heart is as thin as a hair.

In the early morning of the next day, the blind spring flowers transplanted dozens of flowers and plants from the mountains and planted them in the courtyard, picked and dried the petals every day, ground them into powder, and then mixed with several kinds of herbal powders, and put them in the furnace to burn, which is to repel insects and avoid the heat, and can get rid of the smell of sweat.

Today, the craft of making blind spring flowers is becoming more and more sophisticated.

The boy said that if people don't read, they will gradually become tacky, and the shy blind spring flower in his pocket will conjure up a silver ingot out of nowhere the next day, and take him to the bookstore to choose it at will.

At that time, he was overjoyed, and read to him what he had written, not wanting the blind man to fall asleep every time he listened to him. He was furious, rebuked him for being vulgar, and never again read for him; Even when it was later discovered that he was suffering from drowsiness, he never read to him again.

For more than ten years, this blind man has treated him like a brother and a father, a teacher and a friend.

"How's that?" The blind spring flower handed the manuscript back to Tian Shi.

Tian Shi's gaze moved from the red leaves and distant mountains in the corner of the book to the back of the old hand and the silver thread on the back of the old spring flower, and his eyes were slightly red.

If it weren't for the fact that the two had known each other for many years, and if it weren't for the fact that everything he had done was more visible than ordinary people, he would not have dared to believe that he was a blind man.

"Just now, I also broke a corner of the inkstone, do you think it might be repaired?" Tian Shi only felt that the blind man who had been like a day for decades was old like a dream in an instant.

"It's okay, I'll take care of it."

"The rattan chair under the corridor was bitten by Wufu in the evening."

"It's okay, I'll take care of it."

"The roof of the kitchen was trampled on by Bacai a few days ago, and it leaks every time it rains."

"It's okay, I'll take care of it."

……

"One day, you will leave suddenly."

"No ......" blind spring flower didn't finish speaking, and suddenly fell asleep.

The square-faced bald man had tears in his eyes, carried the person on his shoulder, and scolded with a smile: "You blind man, why did you sleep again?" ”