The fog in the foothills is thick, and even the sunlight has become light, unable to penetrate the thick white fog, and it is filled with a trace of coolness.

Even though it was a sunny day, the mountains were still a little gloomy, and she walked slowly on the rugged mountain road with her bamboo basket on her back, and was about to go to the town again, and it was the fifteenth of the month.

After turning a little further on the mountain road, you will see the big locust tree on the side of the road, and it was under that tree that I met the boy who was sheltering from the rain last month.

said that next time he returned the umbrella to her, would he also come to watch the puppet show today?

She shook her head suddenly, and quickly put this ill-timed thought behind her, how could she think of this again......

Gotta be attentive, Wuya.

She whispered to herself two or three times.

Thinking about it this way, the palpitations that run out from time to time seem to have dissipated a lot, and the pace has become much faster.

Soon after walking through the bend, the big locust tree came into view, but at this glance, she could no longer move her steps and stopped.

The boy stood under the locust tree.

It was like a tree in the middle of the mountains, standing there patiently and attentively.

The thin figure can still be seen at a glance, and it is always the most conspicuous one in a pile of scenes, bright and clear, like a beam of white moonlight.

Probably after staying in the morning breeze for a long time, he occasionally coughed in a low voice, and his face was a little unnaturally flushed.

She stood for a moment before continuing her walk, and soon came to the foot of the locust tree.

The boy also saw her, his wet eyes lit up, and he pretended to be casual and said in a surprised tone: "Hey, what a coincidence, I met you again." ”

She nodded, pursing her lips, the line taut.

There is no such thing as a coincidence.

His hair was still stained with dew, slightly wet, curly, and messy, and the look of tiredness on his face was swept away after she appeared.

She never mentioned where she lived, he had to wait under the big locust tree, she had said that she often walked up this mountain path, and if she waited here, he would definitely meet her.

The morning dew was so heavy that you didn't have to get close to notice the chill emanating from his body, and I don't know how many hours he had stood here to pretend to meet her by chance.

When I finally saw her, I was overjoyed, but I still pretended to be serious and told clumsy and inferior lies.

It's just stupid.

Seeing her sullen appearance, he grabbed his hair and didn't speak again, but the smile in his eyes was still bright, and he looked at her quietly.

She sighed silently for a long time, as if defeated, took two steps and followed him to stand under the locust tree, reached out and took the bamboo basket from her back, and leaned down to rummage.

He was a little curious, leaned slightly to the side, but couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking for?"

She didn't answer, she took out a small urn jar with a lid from the bamboo basket, the body of the jar was hot, she straightened up and stuffed the small urn jar into his hand.

He said sullenly as if he was angry: "The morning fog hurts your body, bring a cloak next time." ”

The small urn jar stuffed in his hand was hot, ironing so hot that his cold fingertips warmed up, and he was stunned when he heard the words, and then he came back to his senses and laughed, like morning light piercing through the thick white mist, bright and clear.

"Good. ”

When you open the lid, you will be greeted by a rich aroma, filled with a jar of boiled bone broth, the color of which is white and bright, making people want to taste it at a glance.

This can of bone broth was originally intended to be taken by her to Aunt Ji as a thank you gift for frequent care, but now it is cheaper for him.

The weather in the mountains is cold and his clothes are thin, and he has been standing here for so long, his body must be frozen, so let him drink some hot soup to warm up his body first, so as not to get sick.

He poured a bowl out, carefully held the bowl with both hands and tasted it, the taste in his mouth was so strong and fragrant that it was so refreshing that people wanted to drink more.

He took a sip and looked down at her, and praised her sincerely, "Your craftsmanship is really good." ”

Hearing this, a little flush rose on her face, and she looked away embarrassedly.

When he finished drinking the soup and breathed a sigh of relief, he only felt that his whole body exuded warmth from his stomach, and the coolness he had just been contaminated in the morning fog in the mountains was dispelled.

He smiled and thanked: "Thank you for the soup, I always feel that the whole person is warm." ”

She nodded sullenly, took the jar and covered it and put it back in the bamboo basket, her eyes fell on the mountain road in the distance, and asked softly, "Where are you going?"

He smiled and nodded, "Yes, please give me another ride." ”

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She sits on a small stool behind the curtain, alternating her fingers as she manipulates the puppet performance.

Aunt Ji's tea shed was still crowded with people inside and out, staring intently at the small stage, and every fifteenth day of the month, she could be seen making a new little puppet puppet, and acting in a newly written playbook, rarely repeating the same play.

It's just that there is a boy in white in such a group of people, sitting on a small wooden bench with his knees that does not match him, and watching the performance on the stage intently.

I only heard the beautiful lady who was only three inches dancing and singing in front of the painted curtain:

"He doesn't follow the example of the mountain crane in the sky

He didn't want to get the wind and the moon

But he whispered like a child in a small window

He is already exhausted in his thoughts, but he is not exhausted

are only for the sake of Jiaoluan's young phoenixes

He is not finished, I have made sense

It is clearly a shrike of Feiyan in the west and east

I feel nostalgic for a heartbroken night

Bosom friends have been the same for thousands of years

It's all in plain sight. ”

The voice is tactful and melodious, like crying, tear-jerking, and then looking at the lifelike puppet, as if you are in the scene.

Like the people around him, he looked very attentive and serious, but it seemed to be a little different.

It's hard to put into words.

He seemed to be looking at her through these puppet dolls, her fingers danced and controlled their movements, dubbing the puppets, expressing a variety of strange emotions with various voices, but the movement of the thin line deduced the joys and sorrows of the world, and a pair of faint eyes were also like lit fireflies, shiny, shining, bringing the whole plain little face alive, as if it was glowing.

He sat in the crowd, but he seemed to be one of her most special audience members, he seemed a little out of place in the crowd, but he looked very serious and focused, and he was moved by the story, which made her feel that she was a puppet showman.

She was on stage, and he watched from under the stage.

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After today's puppet show was over, the people who were still talking slowly dispersed, and he was still standing there waiting.

After she finished cleaning up the stage, she said goodbye to Aunt Ji and walked in front of him.

The two walked side by side in the direction of the outside of the city, and after a few brief conversations, they soon arrived at the archway at the intersection of the town, where she left the umbrella in her hand to him.

I don't know if he did it on purpose, but he suddenly said with a look of pity: "Oh, look at my memory, I forgot to bring your umbrella back to you." ”

She glanced at him quickly, "That'...... What to do?"

He laughed, with a little cunning, "That's going to be given back to you next time." ”

She wanted to keep her face strained, but she couldn't help laughing, it was really a little scoundrel, but it didn't seem to be so annoying.

"Good. ”

When they arrived at the entrance of the town, he couldn't follow her all the way, all the way to her house, so he had to send her out of the city, and stood there watching her slowly walk away, with a small back, and only turned away when he couldn't see himself at all.

She carried her bamboo basket and the puppet dolls along the mountain path home, and although she had just returned, she seemed to be looking forward to the performance in the town next month.

However, she still did not slack off on the puppet show she loved, she still wrote the play book seriously, and then remade the puppet doll according to the story of the play book, practiced her lines, and supplemented the side music, but when she was busy, she became more and more motivated.

It was like an inexpressible tacit understanding, and for the next half a year, when she set foot on that rugged mountain road on the fifteenth of every month, she would always meet him under the big locust tree. It's when it's sunny, and it's also when it's raining, but she will have an extra oil-paper umbrella in her hand, and then ask her with a smile if she can take him for a ride.

The oil-paper umbrella was promised to be returned next time, but it has been dragged and has not been returned.

She didn't rush either.