The morning sun is dewed, and the sky is full of red glow. m.

On a late autumn morning, with a strong coolness, the world outside the window, as far as the eye can see, is full of white, and the trees, roofs and the earth are covered with a thin layer of autumn frost.

Mu Qianmei sat alone in front of the window, quietly looking at the scenery in front of her, contemplating alone.

Yin Hong's small mouth, exhaling a faint heat, she seemed to have a lot of things to think about, and she looked like she was thinking a lot.

Looking at her eyes, it seems that she is seriously appreciating the scenery in front of her, but when she looks closely, she has no focus, a little fluctuating, and a little confused.

It turned out that her thoughts had crossed time and space, flying to the distant past.

It was once such a morning, when the autumn frost was everywhere and the earth was white.

Only the maple leaves in the west mountain of Mengdu, the real "frost leaves red in February flowers", all over the mountains, fiery red, red like fire, red like blood.

The difference is that she was not alone in standing on the peak of the West Mountain to admire the autumn leaves, but she was standing beside her as an elegant and gentle man.

At that time, he wore a black visor on his head, with a slightly wide brim, which shrouded his face in a faint shadow.

His name is Ye Haoqiu.

"Mei'er, I remember seeing a couplet called 'The river is full of green water reflecting the river green, and a mountain of red leaves dyes the mountain red', this mountain of red leaves does dye the entire West Mountain red!"

Ye Qiuqiu said softly.

"Yes, the autumn of this West Mountain is the most poetic season, you see, more and more people are coming in under the mountain, it can be seen that many people do not want to miss this poignant scenery."

Mu Qianmei replied faintly.

"In fact, everything in the world is constantly developing and changing, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the conclusion that 'everything is changing', so what is the joy of spring, and what is the sadness of autumn? The scenery in front of you is beautiful, not poignant. ”

Ye Hatqiu said gently, he wanted to comfort Mu Qianmei, don't be so sentimental.

"But after the autumn frost, they will soon fall, and their beauty is so short-lived, is it not worth the sorrow?"

Mu Qianmei insisted.

"This feeling is actually just people's own experience, the so-called 'son is not a fish, how can you know the joy of fish?' Similarly, if you're not a maple leaf, how do you know it's unhappy? Spring and autumn fall, just like people's birth, old age, sickness and death, is just a natural law, maybe for it, not to experience the cold of winter, is also a kind of luck! ”

Ye Hatqiu continued to explain.

"I think that the tree that can be evergreen in all seasons is the luckiest, spring, summer, autumn and winter, it can be experienced, and it will never wither, just like a person's life, the ups and downs have been tasted, it can be regarded as a complete life!"

Mu Qianmei said with feeling.

"Meteors streak across the night sky, only a moment of splendor, but it has become people's eternal belief; It was short-lived, and it withered after only three or four hours of opening in the evening, but no one denied its beauty; The butterfly's long and difficult metamorphosis, which takes four stages of growth to break out of the cocoon, and then will leave quickly, has become the most beautiful legend in the world...... Some things, perhaps because of their transience, so they are precious, the moment when the maple leaves flutter and wither, is its most beautiful moment, perhaps, after three seasons of growth, it is for that moment of falling with the wind. ”

"Some things are beautiful because of their transience, and some are beautiful because they are transient and become eternal good memories."

Ye Qiqiu said with understanding.

The rising sun is rising, the glow is shining in ten thousand ways, the autumn wind blows, the layers of forests are undulating, and the waves push the waves to make the sound of "rustling".

Many autumn leaves dance in the autumn breeze, showing the final beauty.

"Maybe what you said is also very reasonable, how can there be so much fulfillment and happiness in life, even if it is only momentary happiness, it is the most beautiful memory of a lifetime."

Mu Qianmei said with a little sadness.

"Mei'er, life is still very long, don't grieve yourself, don't deliberately keep anything, everything goes naturally, okay?"

Ye Hatqiu said with a little reluctance, a little helplessness, and a little nostalgia.

His tone gradually became a little weak, and his spirit became more and more tired.

"Hate Qiu, let's go down the mountain, you should go back to the ward to rest."

Mu Qianmei said distressedly.

"No, it has always been our common wish to come to Xishan to see the red leaves, and it is rare that the autumn is cool today, so we will stay a little longer. Although my name is Hate Autumn, in fact, I don't hate autumn at all, on the contrary, my favorite is autumn, not as enchanting as spring, not as unrestrained as summer, not as cold as winter, autumn is actually the most charming season, elegant and soft, out of the dust. In addition to the maple leaves in the mountains, there are also the noble and strong, elegant and loyal chrysanthemums that do not fall in the west wind, which are the most fascinating things in autumn. ”

Ye Hatqiu insisted on speaking, although fine beads of sweat had oozed from his forehead, and his brows occasionally wrinkled involuntarily, he still pretended to be casual and said softly.

It's as if if you don't talk about it today, you won't have a chance again.

Mu Qianmei has already noticed his condition, since his leukemia was replaced with bone marrow, but there has been a phenomenon of rejection, his hair has completely fallen out in chemotherapy, and the current situation is also good and bad, capricious.

Today, I couldn't help Ye Hatqiu's repeated requests to come to Xishan to see the red leaves, although she was taking a cable car up the mountain, and she was accompanied by a full-time doctor, Mu Qianmei still felt very uneasy in her heart.

In particular, what he said today is like a perception of life, and it is like a kind of farewell.

Mu Qianmei didn't want to stay any longer.

She reached out to support Ye Hatqiu's arm and said firmly:

"Hate Qiu, now there are more and more people going up the mountain, let's go back quickly, don't say no, okay? Let's go, let's take the cable car down the mountain. ”

Seeing the worry and nervousness in Mu Qianmei's eyes, Ye Hatqiu didn't continue to insist, and replied softly:

"Okay, let's go down the mountain, you don't have to worry, the operation has been successful, I will get better soon, and I will take care of you for the rest of my life!"

Mu Qianmei couldn't help but feel sad, held back the tears in her eyes, didn't speak again, but silently supported Ye Qiqiu, and slowly walked in the direction of the cable car.

After going back, Ye Yanqiu quietly entered the ward and seemed to fall asleep very smoothly.

However, that afternoon, Ye Hateqiu's condition recurred, and the situation was more serious than any time.

This recurrence failed to be rescued after all.

At seven o'clock that night, he didn't even have time to say his last words to Mu Qianmei, and left this world with hatred.

Enjoying the red leaves in the West Mountain has become their last memory.

Since then, Mu Qianmei has devoted herself to her career and has never accepted any new feelings.

Because, in her heart, she can no longer tolerate anyone.

That autumn morning has also become a memory that Mu Qianmei doesn't want to recall, but often remembers.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

Those days of knowing and loving each other, those three short and happy lives.

Although he has never been married, and there is no husband and wife, he has become the only one in her heart.

There are always too many flaws in life.

"If I could, I wouldn't want that ephemeral splendor and beauty, I'd rather have that eternal plainness and warmth."

Mu Qianmei couldn't help but murmur.

Now, it is another autumn morning, and it is a world where autumn frost is white, although there are no red leaves, but it also evokes Mu Qianmei's endless sorrow.

Neither things nor people.

Is it in a past life, or is it in this life?

Mu Qianmei was a little dazed.

Suddenly, someone downstairs shouted:

"The head of the Simon family led the crowd to visit."

Immediately, outside the gate, Simon smiled and said:

"Haha...... You beggars will really choose a place to live and hide in this beautiful place to enjoy it! ”

Immediately afterwards, Liu Yuanwai, Feng Tianyu, and Ouyang Bo also took the five elders and greeted them with a smile on their faces.

Only in a small building not far away, a handsome young man in white stood in front of the window with a sad face, looking at Mu Qianmei's window stupidly.

He is Liu Tingfeng.

It turned out that when he got up in the morning, he habitually looked at Mu Qianmei's residence, and accidentally found her alone in front of the window in a daze, which felt a little strange.

He didn't open the window, just silently looked at Mu Qianmei standing in front of the window through the gap in the window, at first he just thought she was watching the autumn scenery outside the window, but slowly, Liu Tingfeng found that Mu Qianmei looked out the window, but she was in a trance, and she was not looking at the scenery at all.

She was thinking about her thoughts.

Liu Tingfeng also stood quietly in front of the window, never opening the window or making a sound, for fear of disturbing Mu Qianmei's thoughts.

But Mu Qianmei's constantly changing expression, as well as the sorrow on her face, and the tears that gently slipped down her face, all made Liu Tingfeng's heart tingle faintly.

Liu Tingfeng felt that she was reminiscing, she was missing.

Who is it?

I was so lucky to be so fondly missed by my senior sister.

Seeing Mu Qianmei burst into tears, Liu Tingfeng's heart was even more mixed, with love, pity, envy, jealousy, and a trace of inexplicable heartache.

Finally, he heard Mu Qianmei's muttering

"If I could, I wouldn't want that ephemeral splendor and beauty, I'd rather have that eternal plainness and warmth."

Liu Tingfeng's ear power is already sensitive, different from ordinary people, although it is separated by a certain distance, but it still allows him to listen to it word for word.

At this moment, he finally understood that his senior sister already had a place in his heart.

Although he didn't know the story behind this sentence.

But he already felt it.

It must be an unforgettable love.

An inexplicable pain suddenly surged into Liu Tingfeng's heart.

Hearing the lively visit of the Ximen family below, Liu Tingfeng did not have the slightest interest in going downstairs.

A kind of sadness, two heartaches.

The pain is not the same, but it seems to be the same.