In the peach blossom pond, Xiao Congxin walked on the path with a sad face.

Holding a peach blossom that has withered into a black-brown color.

"This peach blossom is dead."

Cong Xin's expression was very sad, he stopped by the bridge, and showed the peach blossom in his hand to Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu took a Dao Yun back into his body, touched Cong Xin's head, looked at her like this, and didn't get up happily anymore, and said softly: "It's okay, this peach blossom is dead, there will be peach blossoms blooming again, you see, there are still many peach blossoms on this tree!" ”

Cong Xin shook his head and said, "No, this peach blossom was given to me by my brother named Nandao that day, and it was broken off his shoulder." ”

Cong Xin whispered, squatted down, and buried the peach blossom in the fallen flowers under the tree.

"I can feel it." Cong Xin squatted in front of the pile of flowers and whispered, "He and these peach blossoms should be connected to their lives, and if the flowers are dead, is he also dead?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while and said, "Maybe it's a new life?" ”

Cong Xin raised his head, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Really? ”

Zhang Xiaoyu touched Cong Xin's head and said softly: "The flowers are gone, and naturally they will bloom again." ”

"Don't lie to me."

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "I, Zhang Xiaoyu, rarely deceive people except for liking not to pay back the money I owe." ”

Cong Xin's mood seemed to be better, he looked up at the peach tree for a long time, remembered something, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "You still owe me nineteen yuan!" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned, laughed embarrassedly, and said, "Let's discuss the matter of Nandao." ”

Cong Xin snorted and stepped on Zhang Xiaoyu's foot, turned to leave.

Zhang Xiaoyu laughed behind him, until Cong Xin's figure disappeared into a pool, Zhang Xiaoyu restrained his smile and looked down at the peach blossoms under the tree.

The wind blew, and the covered peach blossoms were blown open again, revealing the black withered flower below.

Are those causes and effects really just the causes and effects of the peach tree?

Zhang Xiaoyu thought silently, and looked back, in the hazy mist, Cong Xin had already appeared on the tall tree house outside a pond, sitting on the edge of the house, looking at the fog in the world, and was equally silent.

......

Chen He also wanted to go to Nanyi City to sell sizzling tofu today.

But when I woke up early in the morning, I saw the fog, so I dispelled this thought, and shrank on the listening platform and read a book.

Nandao was on the side, and was put into a cross-legged sitting posture by Chen He.

The peach blossom in my heart is incomparably bright, like blood.

Chen He didn't know what the current situation was in Nandao, but it seemed that he shouldn't be able to die.

After all, everything else is normal except that there is no consciousness.

Even on his body, he could still feel the existence of those sword intents and the vitality of heaven and earth, and sometimes a bamboo leaf blowing in the bamboo forest outside would be instantly chopped up and fall to the ground in embarrassment.

Chen He sat there, his eyes fell on Nandao, thinking thoughtfully, those sword intents seemed to be stronger than yesterday.

What is he doing in Old Dogtown?

Is it really just sunbathing?

......

It's really just basking in the sun.

Cao Weiyi sat on the shore of the big lake, leaning against the peach tree that the South Island had become.

The flowers are constantly falling, looking at the biographical novel that Chen He brought him, and sometimes taking a sip of rice wine, it looks so comfortable.

It's just that the coziness belongs to the grass for the fireflies, not for the South Island.

The South Island should be miserable at this point.

The white-clothed man with a peach blossom face reflected in the water had a lot of blood marks on his body, as if a little plum blossom had bloomed.

The grass drank half a gourd wine for Hotaru, then pulled out a large pair of scissors from the grass beneath him, climbed onto the peach tree, and began to prune the branches.

Peach trees naturally need to be pruned as well.

Prune off some useless branches so that the nutrients absorbed can be concentrated where they should be, and large and delicious peaches can be produced.

The grass is not very skilled at making fireflies, and it often takes a long time to sit on the trunk of a tree before you know which one to cut.

There were a lot of branches on the ground, and there were a lot of fallen flowers.

Chen He walked over from the sea of flowers, looked at the grass climbing on the tree in amazement, looked at the branches on the ground, and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Cao Weiying said with a smile: "Naturally, it's pruning, otherwise can it be murdered for money?" ”

Chen He was silent.

I looked at it under the tree for a while, but I remembered something, and said: "I have a book called "Peach Blossom Aesthetics" over there, which seems to talk about some things related to peach trees, do you want to show it?" ”

Cao Weiying stopped on the tree, looked at Chen He and said, "That's good, I'm worried that I don't know where to cut, in case I cut it wrong, this kid wakes up and finds that he is missing something, and he has to scold me." ”

Chen He covered his face and disappeared into the lake.

When he reappeared, he had an extra book in his hand, and he stood under the tree and threw it to the grass for fireflies.

Cao Weiying took it and flipped it over, thinking that the writing was okay, glanced at it, and laughed in the bush, the name was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it, so he didn't think about it again, leaned on the trunk and sat down, while calling Chen He: "Help me throw the wine gourd up." ”

Chen He found the wine gourd in a pile of broken branches under the tree, picked it up and threw it away, and did not forget to advise: "Drink less, drink too much when the time comes, it's not good to really cut it wrong." ”

Cao Weiying said with a smile: "Small problem, just cut it wrong and pick it up again." ”

“......”

Chen He sat down under the tree, holding the biographical novel on the side and looking at it, Cao Weiying was drinking wine on the tree, looking at the book "Peach Blossom Aesthetics", while muttering: "It should have been cut here!" ”

Chen He raised his head and saw the grass on the tree looking at the branches on the ground.

"Cut the wrong one?"

"Cut it wrong."

"What did you cut off?"

The grass was silent for a while, and said, "Cut off his ears." ”

“......”

"It should be the branch at your feet, get it for me quickly, otherwise it will be really difficult to pick it up."

Chen He found the peach branch on the side and handed it to the grass for the firefly.

After a long period of hard work, Cao Weiyi finally finished cutting those peach branches, and accidentally cut the wrong ones back.

The two of them stood in the sea of flowers not far away, looking at the pruned peach tree by the cloudy lake.

Very satisfied.

At least the grass is very satisfied.

The two returned to the tree, and the grass picked up the wine gourd and drank it happily.

Chen He looked at him from the side and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to prune the South Island?" ”

Cao Wei Hotaru thought for a while and said, "Because he wants to forget something, but I see that some people refuse to forget, and there is a bloody struggle, so just be a good person and help him cut it." ”

"What happens if you don't forget?"

"It's not going to happen, it's just going to be more painful." Cao Weiyi said with a smile, "Instead of making him miserable after waking up, it's better to be miserable now." ”

"That's good." Chen He sat down and looked up at the peach tree, as well as the flying peach blossoms and the sparsely revealed sky.

Then Chen He looked at the fog outside the cliff of the big lake in the distance, and said slowly: "We also have fog there today. ”

"Fog?" Cao Weiying turned his head to look at Chen He.

Chen He nodded and said, "It's so foggy, I originally wanted to go out to sell tofu today, but the fog was too big and I had to give up." ”

"Maybe it's too heavy."

Grass for Hotaru said.

Chen He tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Why is the water vapor too heavy?" ”

"How do I know, I'm from Old Dog Town, you have to ask others about your human affairs." Grass said as Hotaru drank wine.

"Okay."

Chen He sat by the lake for a while, and then left Old Dog Town.

In all fairness, Chen He thinks this place is still good.

It's just that every time he comes in, he has to shout, which makes him feel a little ashamed.

Cao Weiying was still quietly drinking wine under the tree, looking at the lake, the man in white reflected in it had calmed down, and the blood on his body had become light, like a little red from an apricot stamen.

The quiet little sword stood in the reflection, as if waiting for something.

Cao Weiying looked at the firefly for a while, and then remembered the fog that Chen He said, and raised his eyes to look at the dense fog of the mountains in the distance.

Outside the mountain is naturally a mountain.

Fog is naturally fog.

The thicker the fog, the more you have to hide a lot of things.

Grass took a sip of wine for Hotaru, shook the wine gourd, got up and walked towards the town.

The town is still bustling, a peaceful and peaceful one.

Grass walked through the road with a smile, greeting people coming and going, and then stopped outside the liquor store.

The old dog was sleeping there, and the big cat who liked to bite other people's finches was also there, curled up on the old dog's belly, basking in the warm sun.

Grass squatted down there for Hotaru, scratching the civet cat's chin.

The tanuki raised its head and purred in comfort.

The curtain of the liquor store was lifted, and judging by the appearance of that hand, the owner should be a young man.

"Are you busy today?"

Cao Weiying stroked the cat and said, "I'm a little busy today, but fortunately, after a while, I should be busy." ”

"Shall you go out and have a look?"

Grass thought for Hotaru and said, "Yes, I don't think it's good, I've been sleeping a little insomnia lately, maybe there's something going on in that world?" I do not know. ”

The grass was talking to herself, and she was also asking and answering herself.

The man in the wine shop didn't say anything more, it seemed that he was drinking wine inside, and Cao Wei Hotaru remembered something, and handed his wine gourd in: "Help me make some wine." ”

The person inside took the wine gourd, and it didn't take long for him to hand it out again.

Cao Weiying took the refilled refilled hulu with wine, drank a few sips, looked at the cat and dog, didn't know what he was thinking, and after a long time, he slowly said, "What do you think should be next?" I'm talking about this town. ”

The man in the liquor store seemed to think for a long time, and said hesitantly, "Let them become town guards?" ”

"And then thousands of years later it becomes a myth and legend?" Grass for Hotaru looked at the old dog and the big cat who were sleeping comfortably.

The man at the wine shop smiled and said, "I heard that Huangliang believes in ghosts and gods, maybe that's how it came?" ”

Cao Weiying also laughed and said, "Maybe it's true, it's just that this world is still too small." ”

"In the future, it will be big, the clouds and mist will disperse, the mountains and cliffs will merge, and the big lakes will converge into the sea, and it may not be a new world."

"Then what should this world be called?"

"Dream within a dream."

The floating life is temporarily sent to the dream in the dream, and the world is like hearing the wind.

Grass thought for a long time, nodded, and said, "It's good." ”

Then the grass picked up the wine gourd and headed towards the south of the town.

The tanuki waited for a long time, but no one came to pet it again, meowed, and jumped on the windowsill.

The curtain of the wine shop was swaying in the wind, and a young man in a green dress sat in the window, smiling slightly, looking at the world of the town.