Masaki Takaichi, different dresses, have different charms. He is a good interpretation of what "people rely on clothes".

"I just came to see this ancient tree, and I glanced at it in the morning, and I didn't have time to admire it. ”

"It's called the Acacia Tree, and there's a very poignant story here, do you want to hear it?"

"Yes. ”

"Why don't you sit down and listen while you drink tea? ”

Masaki Takaichi took out a set of tables and chairs from the storage bag, and while making tea, he told Wenyun about the origin of the acacia tree.

Legend has it that a long, long time ago, there was a pair of lovers who loved each other very much and grew up as childhood sweethearts. Later, the war raged, and the people were struggling to make a living. The boy was drafted into the army, promised the girl, and when the war was over and he returned, he would marry the girl.

The girl spent her days under the cherry blossom trees outside the village, waiting for the boy's return.

Day after day, year after year.

By the time the war ended and the others returned, the boy had not been seen.

Family and friends advised her, "Don't wait, the boy won't come back." ”

The girl did not believe and did not follow the advice of her family.

In a fit of rage, her parents cut off contact with her and expelled her from the house.

The girl built a simple thatched hut under the tree at the entrance of the village, and waited for the boy to return.

Everyone who passed by the entrance of the village, the girl would ask them if they had ever seen a handsome young man in blue clothes, who loved to laugh, and when he smiled, there was a small pear vortex in the left corner of his mouth.

The answer I got was to shake my head in no.

The girl does not give up.

Wait, wait, wait, from a girl, to a gray-haired old man.

Ask, ask, from a crisp voice, to a deep hoarseness.

From one spring and summer, to another autumn and winter, the girl waited for hundreds of years, and finally couldn't survive the time and died with resentment.

After she died, all her flesh and blood turned into the cherry blossom tree at the entrance of the village, and together with it, she waited for her lover to return.

Since then, the cherry blossom tree, every time it blooms, the petals of the flowers change from red to blue, and the petals gradually become slender from oval, and the trunk grows and thickens every time the flower falls.

Year after year, the flowers bloom and fall.

The cherry blossom tree has gradually changed its original appearance to a towering ancient tree, and the flowers have faded from their original image to slender red and blue petals.

Everyone said that it was a woman's best wish, red was a girl, blue was a boy, and the two were entangled and never abandoned.

This mutated cherry blossom tree, known as the Acacia Tree by later generations, is used to commemorate this woman who is extremely affectionate and unswerving in love.

Although everyone has forgotten her appearance and name, her spirit has been passed down forever.

The flowers of the acacia tree are peculiar and colorful, and the villagers love it so much that the branches of the acacia tree are cut at the door of the house, and those branches take root and sprout, and gradually grow into another acacia tree, the size of a cherry tree, and it no longer grows.

People call these small acacia trees sub-acacia trees.

But the acacia tree at the door still grows a little bigger every time the flower blooms and falls.

Some tourists who passed by the village saw the acacia tree and loved it so much that they broke the branches, dug up the roots, and took them out of the village, but they could not survive anyway.

Everyone said that the girl was nostalgic for this land and did not want to leave, she wanted to be here for the rest of her life, waiting for the boy's return.

Gradually, the original name of this valley was forgotten and renamed Acacia Valley.

The teapot whimpered, the fragrance of the tea disappeared with the wind, with a full sweetness, just smelling a little, it made people's hearts sweet, panicked, eager to catch the sweet taste.

Wenyun's eyes lit up, and she didn't even have time to wait for Masaki Takaichi to stack the teacups in front of her, so she took the Li-colored Tianmu tea bowl directly from Masaki Takaichi and took a sip in a hurry.

As imagined, the sweetness goes all the way from the throat to the heart.

Wenyun's body and mind were filled with this sweetness, and the expression on his face seemed to be happy and sad.

The panic in my heart was satisfied because of the tea, but I also had a desire for more.

"Acacia trees in the Acacia Valley, acacia people under the Acacia trees. Takaichi Masaki said slowly, Runyun was silent, looking at Wenyun's somewhat intoxicated and psychedelic expression, the light in his eyes became more and more crystalline.

His eyes are like attractive brilliant gems, eye-catching, and all of Wenyun's mind is attracted.

Wen Yunsu held the tea bowl in his hand, propped his elbows on the tea table, and looked at Takaichi Masaki in a daze, lost in his eyes.

"Xiaoyun, if you don't mind, I'd like to call you that. ”

"Okay, Takaichi-san. Wen Yun nodded dumbly, a splash of pink on his face.

"Xiaoyun, if you want, you can call me Masaki. ”

"Positive...... Masaki. ”

Masaki Takaichi raised the corners of his mouth, and his gentle words were like whispering to his lover. His hand, over the tea table, picked up a strand of Wenyun's long hair scattered on the table, and consciously rubbed his fingers a few times, feeling the softness of the hair.

"A thousand years of lovesickness and a thousand years of tears. Xiaoyun, this acacia tree has made me understand a lot. Many people and things, don't wait for the loss to regret it. From the first time I saw you, I was alone in my heart. I don't want to ......"

"Xiaoyun'er, you're here!"

A shout suddenly interjected, breaking Masaki Takaichi's words. Takaichi let go of the handful of hair without a trace, sat up straight, and lowered his head.

The moonlight sprinkled obliquely, leaving half of the light and shadow on Takaichi Masaki's face, half bright and half extinguished, obscure.

Wen Yun woke up from the fog, looked at the visitor, blinked his big eyes a few times, and then gradually regained his thoughts, "Ah You, why are you here?" I can't sleep, I saw those acacia trees outside the window, so I wanted to come to the door to see the largest acacia tree. ”

"Acacia tree?" Song Changyou sat uninvited beside Wen Yun.

"Well, Masaki just told me a sad love story. This tree is called the Acacia Tree. ”

"Masaki, it's only been less than an hour, and the relationship between the two of you has improved rapidly, and you have both changed from classmates in Gaoshi to Masaki. ”

Song Changyou laughed strangely, stared at Takaichi Masaki a few times with some unkindness, his heart was depressed, he snatched the tea bowl from Wen Yun's hand, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Eh, that's my tea bowl, why did you drink it? ”

Song Changyou dropped the tea bowl and made a crisp sound of "bang", and he was in an unhappy mood. "What's the matter? I won't let me drink the tea? It's sweet and greasy, it's really unpalatable. ”

"It's hard to drink, and you're still rushing to drink it. ”

"Seeing that you are so happy to drink, I thought it was some kind of good tea, and it was nothing more than that. ”

"You're unreasonable. ”

"Do you want another drink?"

"Excuse me, Masaki. Please give me a change of tea bowl. ”

Takaichi Masaki took out another tea bowl, Song Changyou rudely snatched it, and smashed the tea bowl he had just drunk on the table.