She sat at the table with a brush in her hand and conceived a new playbook, occasionally humming a few words of singing, and revising it repeatedly if she felt that it was not satisfactory until she was satisfied.

The brush in his hand stopped, and the tip of the pen dipped in ink hung on the white paper, and suddenly remembered the legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl that he had heard before.

Somehow, it suddenly occurred to me that she could only meet him when she went to the town on the fifteenth of every month, and there seemed to be a subtle resemblance to the legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

The ink on the tip of the pen crumbled, dripping onto the white paper with a click, blurring a mess of ink.

She threw away the pen in a panic, covered her face and scolded herself angrily in her heart, Wuya, Wuya, what are you thinking!

How did you get carried away?

also compares herself to the Weaver Girl, which is really not ashamed.

After hurriedly packing up her mood, she grabbed the white paper stained by the ink and prepared to throw it away, her heart moved, and when she came back to her senses, she had already written two words next to the ink with a pen.

Zixin.

His name.

It was originally a simple two words, with that messy mess of ink, but it seemed a little lingering and sympathetic for no reason.

It's like her messy mind, like a vine wrapped around her heart.

At this time, she completely lost her usual pale look, she wailed, lay on the table and buried her face in the crook of her arm, but her cheeks were slightly hot.

Wuya, you're done.

Somehow, I couldn't calm down anymore when I had a thought, and suddenly I wanted to see him and look at his wet clear eyes.

That mood is extremely strong, already a little impatient, hustle, at this moment, now I think, I can't wait for the fifteenth of next month.

She forced herself not to think about it, thinking that she would be fine tomorrow, and she would definitely forget it tomorrow, but on the second day, that thought was still there, and she didn't suppress it at all or forget it, but it became stronger, urging her to hurry up.

So his mind was hot, and he hurried through the rugged mountain road without bringing anything, and ran to the town.

She panted and held the archway at the entrance of the town, feeling the cold touch from her fingertips, and her hot mood calmed down a little.

Ah, it's a shame.

Why did you just come to town?

He didn't know where his family was, so why was he in such a hurry?

It's a little silly, just as stupid as he ran to wait under the locust tree.

She sighed, puzzled why she was so impulsive, and when she encountered something related to him, she seemed to be unable to calm down in everything.

It's coming, it's coming, and now it's a little unbearable to look at it directly, so I just went shopping, and I didn't have time to rest on weekdays, so she straightened her messy long hair and clothes and walked into the town

Just walked aimlessly, passing by all kinds of people on the same road, and slowly calmed down.

Okay, okay, I have to go back quickly, the script hasn't been written yet.

She turned around and was about to walk back, when she suddenly heard a squeamish and crisp female voice from the street on the right, shouting, "Zixin, here." ”

Zixin?

Is that him?

Is it the Zixin she knows?

Subconsciously, she took two steps towards that side.

The person she wanted to see suddenly appeared in front of her like this.

The short black hair was as black as ink, the complexion was a little sickly pale, the white clothes were noble and elegant, and the eyes were still as wet as if they were stained with mist, clean and clear.

Isn't it Zixin?

It's just that...... Her gaze fell on him.

It was a very beautiful woman, with a pair of beautiful eyes, with decent light makeup, with a little bit of strength and arrogance between her delicate eyebrows and eyes, and a gorgeous dress set off the person more and more delicate, like a graceful and luxurious peony, which was a bright and somewhat aggressive beauty.

Even she had to admit that this woman's beauty was much brighter than her elegant appearance.

The two smiled and said a few words, then turned around and walked into the restaurant on the side together.

When they entered, she took two steps and stood outside the door of the restaurant, looking up at the restaurant.

Zhu Lou Huadian is resplendent in gold, and that is a place she has never set foot in.

Looking at this luxuriously decorated restaurant in a daze, she suddenly calmed down, and her whole heart also cooled down.

How confused she was.

That's the gap between them.

She only now realizes that it is an insurmountable chasm.

Although she noticed from the beginning that his family was not ordinary, either rich or expensive, he treated her gently and sincerely, whether it was to her or the ordinary people who watched the play together, he never showed the slightest disdain, and the smile was so full that she almost forgot about it.

There is so much difference between them.

But this excessively large gap was now so clearly exposed in front of her, that it was unforeseen and irrefutable.

The woman's gorgeous dress was of no comparison with her plain cloth garment.

I have to say, those two people stand together...... It's just too much of a match.

Not only is the appearance of first-class outstanding and handsome, but even the family background is right. If you stay out of the matter a little, looking at this talented woman who complements each other, and the same graceful and wealthy family background, it is simply a match made in heaven that she has only written in her playbook.

She couldn't even find any reason to refute it.

Her thoughts of him seemed to be called delusional.

How could she forget, Cowherd

The reason why the Weaver Girl has to endure the pain of separation and can only get together once a year is precisely because the two of them, one is an immortal, the other is a human, one is flying high in the sky and stepping on the clouds, and the other is difficult for mortals to climb to the sky.

He seemed to be standing on a white cloud, and she had to stand on her tiptoes to see him as hard as she stepped on the dusty dirt.

Even if Zixin doesn't care, she can't help but care.

She is just a puppet show who sings on the roadside, how can she be worthy of such a good person?

She didn't think there was anything wrong with being a puppet show, otherwise how could she be obsessed with performing puppet shows? It's just that she could think that just like the peach blossom relationship she wrote, if two people with too different family backgrounds were forcibly tied together regardless of it, it would eventually end up in tragedy.

No matter what, even if it was painful, she didn't want him to suffer such grief.

So don't have any wishful thinking, which will inevitably cause him unnecessary trouble.

She knew her mind very well, he stepped on the mountain rain and hid under her umbrella with a body of water vapor, like a beam of white moonlight shining into her life, she just wanted to store it well and treat it gently.

Not all thoughts need to be answered.

If you can't be worthy of him, at least don't drag him down.

I don't know how I walked back home from the town, I seemed to be distracted all the way, so it's not easy to let go of my soul like this, and I didn't step on the empty or anything.

When she arrived at home, she sat at the table in a daze, looking at the piece of paper with Zixin's name written in a daze.

She sat silently until the middle of the night, when the night rain suddenly came, ticking on the edge of the window, and she was shocked to come back to her senses, and her eyes had focus.

A small strand of rain was blown in by the wind, and soon the paper was wet, and the mess of ink and names on the paper was slightly blurred, like a ball of melted tears.

She stretched out her hand and picked up the piece of paper, looked at it a few times, crumpled it up and was ready to throw it away, raised it for a long time and then put it down, carefully brushed the folds, folded it into a boxy and neat shape, and sandwiched it into the thick stack of playbooks at the corner of the table.

A few days later, she asked someone to help bring a message to Aunt Ji, saying that she was invited to perform a puppet show in another town, and she went far away, and she couldn't come back until the end of the year, telling her not to worry.

Although presumably the man will run to the mountain road to wait for her on the fifteenth of the next month, she has already made up her mind not to go to the town, even if it is a little rude, it doesn't matter, so she buries herself in being her puppet doll at home.

As a result, she never carried her puppet dolls on her back through the rugged mountain roads to the town to perform a puppet show.

It was as if she had evaporated from the world.

Fate is cheap and only an umbrella is tied.

And that umbrella will never come back after all.