A year later, it was like a lifetime, and since then, Han Qiuyun has lived in a wonderful realm. Occasionally, she could see a field of spring, with warblers flying and grass growing, bright yellow rape flowers blooming endlessly, a round of silver platter-like sun shining warmly on her head, bees and butterflies humming and singing in her ears, a fragrant river, in the crystal clear water, there were yellow silver carp that shook their heads and tails and wrewd, there were rolling reed leaves and goose down flying reeds, and there was a black-eyed boy sitting on a single-plank bridge and playing a flute. The young man's flute was blowing melodiously, as if it had floated from the heavenly vault far away, and the birds and warblers in the forest were silent, and the song was like she was singing herself, and the song was like she would have sung it a long, long time ago, and the song was like the only wealth she had in this world......

Now, it is the dreams and memories that support Han Qiuyun's sleepy days, and among all the dreams and memories, the most frequent appearances are of course the first love between the scholar named Chen Kexun and the unforgettable girl. Whenever she entered this situation, Han Qiuyun's face would be flushed with a rosy flush, and sometimes she would mumble something that only she could understand.

On a starry night, Han Qiuyun returned to Lanqiao Port and walked into the summer hidden in the depths of her memory.

Through the dappled sunlight and the hot summer breeze, she saw a little girl with a pigtail.

It was a rural, healthy and beautiful Niko. Nizi giggled, her crunchy voice exuding the scent of tender bamboo, trembling in the woods of the old river bay. Little Nizi ran wildly in the woods, her pigtails flicking around and dancing happily, like a black silk yarn fluttering in the wind. Nizi ran out of a bright red face, with a transparent luster like a ripe peach.

Behind Nizi, she saw Chen Kexun dancing the pipe flute. Chen Kexun returned to Lanqiaobu during the summer vacation, when the Han family's family business had failed, and she dropped out of school to live in her cousin's house, doing rough work so that her hands grew half an inch thick calluses. Chen Kexun found out that she was going to Laohewan to pick mulberry leaves that day, so he followed without telling her family.

It was so hot that day. Fifteen-year-old Xiao Nizi climbed on the high branches, scattered mulberry leaves all over the ground, and teased Chen Kexun, who was picking mulberry leaves, to run around. Tired and sweaty, Chen Kexun smiled happily, and her silly appearance made her look very happy. Later it rained. The rain was thick and thick, and lightning poured in through the cracks in the leaves and branches, and the forest was bright and cloudy. The lightning went away, and the dull thunder rolled in, and the sound of the Titicaba earthquake made the water beads burst on the branches, and the brook under the roots of the trees gathered more and more, and merged into a thick pool of clear water, which gradually overflowed the instep of the foot and rushed to the ankle, and the two pairs of feet were washed white.

"Chen Ershao, if you get sick from the rain, I will be guilty." Xiao Nizi said with a grin.

Chen Kexun said: "It's not that expensive. Besides, I brought on myself to pour my illness, and it has nothing to do with you. ”

Xiao Nizi said again: "You are the young master of Lanqiaobu, I am the descendant of picking mulberry leaves, you are not afraid that people will laugh at you when you are with me?" ”

"That's out of the way, we are classmates, I would like to be with you, when I was studying in Luo'an Prefecture, I still dreamed that we were together."

Xiao Nizi blushed when she brushed the ground.

"When I graduate and return to Lanqiaobu, I will marry you as a young grandmother."

Xiao Nizi suddenly jumped up and shouted: "It's hard to hear, don't let you talk nonsense." ”

After that, the rain stopped. On the western sky, a colorful rainbow bridge is arched, and the sky above is washed by rain, shining a dust-free blue. In the distant mountains, milky white clouds rose and swarmed towards the end of the distant sky. The long, curved forest was like a vine fished out of water, flapping a green halo against a fireball to the west. The accumulated rainwater leached out of the leaf stems and flowed down the grass along the bay into the river......

"Chen Ershao, what are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at you. I'm thinking, if only Han Qiuyun could go to Luo'an Prefecture to study, then the two of us can be together. There is a garden in the courtyard of the school, let's go for a walk in the evening, sit in the pavilion, I play the flute, the third brother plays the huqin, Han Qiuyun, you sing......"

Xiao Nizi didn't say anything. Xiao Nizi's eyes slowly swelled up with a layer of sour cabinet clouds......

Then, Han Qiuyun woke up and touched the side of the pillow, a water stain.