On the second day of February, the horn is present, and the wish is hung on the dragon horn star, and the poison and insect exterminators are safe.

The spring rain overnight, falling into the early morning, did not stop, and was still dripping.

Early in the morning, the Yao family was busy, and several servants were following the custom, holding a lantern to shine on the beams and walls of the house, and a peach branch in the other hand to knock and beat around, while chanting "On the second day of February, the dragon raises its head, smokes the bed kang, and it is said to lead the dragon, the big warehouse is full, and the small warehouse flows." ”

There were also a few servants who helped prepare things for the tomb, Yao Wenhua did not let the others go with him, only took his nephew Yao Fusheng.

Before leaving, Yao Wenhua did not forget to bring a pot of good Langyutai, remembering that his mother liked this bite.

The two held oil-paper umbrellas, walked out of the gate of Yao's house, and walked through the long, long and lonely rainy alley. Walking out of the town, the weeping willows by the Yuqing River are greener again, and a few yellow orioles are chirping in the trees, it is the grass warbler flying in the February sky, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.

After crossing the stone bridge over the Yuqing River, the two saw a monk sitting in the middle of the bridge, and the eight winds did not move.

Yao Fusheng was about to speak, but his uncle shook his head at himself. The two of them followed the old official road to the south, until they came to a small hill.

The two left the official road and began to walk up the muddy path, and when they reached the halfway point of the mountain, there was a small platform that had been widened, and there was a well-repaired stone tomb, and there was a tombstone with the inscription 'Tomb of Yao Zhongshan's wife Yao Li'.

The font on the tombstone is round, not to mention the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, and the iron painting silver hook seems to be written quietly and wishfully, which makes people feel calm when they look at it.

There are no weeds on the grave, but there is a small tree, no more than one zhang and two feet high, the trunk is strange, the branches are few and the leaves are few, the top is like a canopy, straight like a green bamboo.

The two of them came to the cemetery, squatted down, and put away the things that worshiped their ancestors one by one.

The wanderer returns to his hometown, contemplating his mother's intentions, and life and death are separated, and there is nowhere to talk about desolation.

Yao Wenhua slowly closed his eyes, a little trance, a little distracted, knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times to the grave, and then folded his hands, did not get up for a long time, and looked as if he was talking to his mother.

After a while, Yao Wenhua slowly opened his eyes, took out the cloth bags he was carrying, and wrote a long list of characters on each bag with his fingers, and after writing, his lips moved slightly.

Then Yao Wenhua stood up, poured the soil of the cloth bag onto the mound behind the grave mountain, and patted it vigorously with his hands with the rain.

Adding soil to graves is not a traditional custom in the town.

Yao Wenhua was not by his mother's side when his mother died, and after learning the news of his mother's death, he hurried back, and when he came back, his mother was already buried. So Yao Wenhua hates himself, hates why his mother is traveling, and Yao Wenhua also hates his father, brother, and even the nephew on the side.

When my mother was young, she traveled all over the country, and after marrying her father, she never stepped out of Yaojia Town.

Since his mother left, Yao Wenhua ran away from home again, and this time it has been more than ten years. When he was a child, his mother often told him about some of the great rivers and mountains he had visited.

So he also has to follow the footsteps of his mother and go step by step. Every time he walked to a place where his mother had walked, Yao Wenhua had to decorate the soil with a cloth bag, saying that he would let his mother smell the breath of his hometown.

After adding soil, Yao Wenhua opened the Langyu platform and gently poured it in front of the tombstone.

The wine kept flowing down, mixed with tears.

Mountains and rivers meet, but people do not meet again.

For more than ten years, Yao Wenhua has been wandering outside, and he has gradually matured, and he has gradually begun to understand the events of the year, so he has the sentence "I'm sorry" last night.

In the end, Yao Wenhua looked at the little tree and said to Yao Fusheng: "You light three incense sticks for grandma, kowtow three times, and thank grandma for protection!"

After Yao Fusheng lit the three incense sticks with great reverence, he bowed three times facing the grave, and then inserted it in front of the grave.

On the way back, Yao Wenhua said to Yao Fusheng, "Do you know what kind of tree that tree is?"

Yao Fusheng shook his head, and then said, "Second Uncle Hui, I don't know. I've only seen it on my grandmother's grave, and I don't seem to have it on any other mountain. I searched in the book before, but I couldn't find it. ”

Yao Wenhua said: "This kind of tree is called Kai Tree, also known as the Sage Tree. Legend has it that if there is a family mausoleum that gives birth to a tree, it is an auspicious weather for the Confucian sage to be born. ”

Yao Fusheng sighed and said, "It turned out to be a Kaishu." In fact, Yao Fusheng knows nothing about what Confucian saints and auspicious weather are.

Yao Wenhua looked at his nephew and said in a deep voice: "On the day you were born, your grandmother happened to pass away, and a Chen Daochang came to the town and chose this cemetery for your grandmother. Not long after your grandmother was buried, this tree grew on the grave, so your grandfather consulted with your father and gave you this unruly name, 'Fusheng'. ”

Yao Fusheng was very surprised and said, "It turns out that my name has such a reason."

When he was about to arrive at the town, Yao Wenhua looked at the willow trees by the Yuqing River, looked at the small bridge on the Yuqing River, looked at the town surrounded by mountains on three sides under the mist and rain, and murmured: "It's good to be able to grave my mother this year." ”

Passing by the stone bridge of the Yuqing River, Yao Fusheng saw that the monk was still sitting in the middle of the stone bridge.

Before the second uncle signaled that he didn't care about the monk, on the way to the grave of his grandmother, Yao Fusheng wanted to ask the second uncle, why did this monk sit on the stone bridge on a rainy day?

In fact, Yao Fusheng also wanted to ask the second uncle, why did he come back from a trip away at this time?

In fact, Yao Fusheng also wanted to ask the second uncle, why have there been so many outsiders in the town recently?

In fact, Yao Fusheng still wants to ask the second uncle, does the second uncle's return at this time have anything to do with these outsiders coming to the town?

But Yao Fusheng didn't ask, he was really not familiar with the second uncle in front of him, and he could even be said to be not familiar at all.

Because Yao Fusheng has met his second uncle twice so far. The first is that the second uncle learned that his grandmother had died and went home, and he was very young at that time. The second side is this morning, just now, not even last night.

Yao Fusheng put the umbrella in his hand in front of the monk and did not speak.

Yao Wenhua did not stop him, and the monk did not open his eyes.

Li Quai's illness is still as usual, rain or shine. At this time, he had finished running, and when he was about to go home, he saw a girl holding an oil-paper umbrella, like a begonia, the girl had the same color as a begonia, and the fragrance of a begonia.

The girl walked towards Li Quai, silently approached, approached, and cast a bright moon-like gaze, like a spring breeze.

Li Quzhi was a little in a trance, and he didn't know whether to go home or stay. In fact, when he saw the girl for the first time, Li Quai's eyes lit up, and he forgot his worries.

This girl is a storyteller.

The girl said to Li Quai: "Hello! My surname is Yuan, and my name is Yifei, which is taken from 'In the past, Yang Liu Yiyi. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling. ’”

Li Quzhi was a little embarrassed, at a loss, his face turned red, and he whispered: "My name is Li Quai, Li Taibai's Li, Huo Quai's illness, Huo Qu's illness." ”

Yuan Yifei said with a smile: "Why, do you want to learn from Nahuo to get sick, drive out the Tartars, and restore China, or because you were often sick when you were a child, so your parents took the word 'go to the disease' to be auspicious, so you can also name it 'abandon the disease'." ”

After saying that, the girl herself burst out laughing.

Yuan Yifei has no malicious intent, which Li Quzhi can feel, but he doesn't know how to reply.

Without waiting for Li Quzhi to speak, Yuan Yifei asked: "Li Quai, I have been in the town for more than ten days, and I haven't visited the town properly, can you take me for a walk?"

Li Quzhi said: "Miss Yuan, it's raining now, you still have to go shopping." ”

Yuan Yifei said: "The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the willow wind is not cold when the face is blowing." Swimming in the rain can move people's hearts. ”

Li Quzhi looked at himself, and he was about to become a soup chicken, so he said, "Miss Yuan, then you wait for me for a while, I'll go back and change my clothes and take an umbrella out." ”

Soon, Li Quzhi changed into a green cloth robe, held an oil-paper umbrella, and was a humble gentleman.

The oblique wind and drizzle meet the umbrella, and the dripping water does not stick to the umbrella holder. The two held umbrellas, walked all the way, chatted all the way. In Li Quai's eyes, there are three places in the town that are the most moving, one is the stone bridge of the Yuqing River, one is the stone well of the three dojos, and the other is the ancestral hall of Lishannan.

The two of them talked and came to the third dojo.

After a night of spring rain, the peach blossoms and plum blossoms in the three dojos began to bud.

Seeing the fenced stone well, Yuan Yifei asked: "I heard someone in Fenglai Tower before that there is a locked dragon well in the town, I don't know if it's this one?"

Li Quzhi replied: "The old man in the town said this, in fact, it is similar to the story you told about King Yu's control of the water. ”

Yuan Yifei said: "Do you believe that there really is a dragon in this world?"

"I haven't seen a dragon, so I'm not sure if there really are dragons in this world, but that doesn't mean that there really aren't dragons in this world. ”

Yuan Yifei pouted, and then said: "The truth is this truth, but doesn't saying it mean that you haven't said it?"

Li Qu was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "The words are incomplete, and the reason is easy to deviate." There are a lot of people in the town, and if they haven't seen something, they will say that there is definitely none, and some even hearsay things can tell others unmistakably that it must be so. That's why Mr. Zhang often told me that we should start from the beginning when we speak, and we should talk about reason from both sides. Sometimes on one side, it is justified, and on the other hand, it is not at all. ”

Yuan Yifei is just a little strange, when he first met him, he was still a very shy and shy teenager, how can he say it so much this time, is he also a storyteller by nature.

Li Quzhi didn't pay attention to Yuan Yifei's appearance, and then continued: "Listen to the old people, there is a demon-subduing iron cable in this well, and a black Jiao is locked. Legend has it that it wanted to be the leader of the world, but was sternly rejected by Emperor Shun. Emperor Shun elected Dayu as the leader, Heijiao held a grudge, ordered the East China Sea fish and turtles to send out a big flood together, flooding the village, flooding Lishan, Dayu transferred the homeless people to Mount Tai, and then carried the demon mirror, holding the magic rope, fighting with the black Jiao, and finally using the demon rope to say that the black Jiao was locked in the well. ”

After Li Quzhi finished speaking, he was a little embarrassed, and then said: "Miss Yuan, I'm sorry, I told you differently. ”

Yuan Yifei seemed to be thoughtful, and when she heard Li Qubing calling herself, she came to her senses and said: "What's the matter, my grandfather said that our storytelling comes from life and is different from life. ”

Li Quzhi smiled and said softly: "That's good, that's good." ”

Yuan Yifei has a relatively straightforward personality and never hurts his mind about these things, and then asked: "If this well is really like a legend, how many years will it take, how many years will it be, how can it be more than 3,000 years." But the peach and plum trees don't seem to be long. ”

Li Quzhi said: "Miss Yuan is really observant, I haven't thought of this problem before. ”

Yuan Yifei turned his head suddenly, his black ponytail threw a beautiful arc in the air, and then said, "You mean that my ideas are wild and unrealistic?"

Li Quzhi scratched his head, and then said sickly: "Miss Yuan, I really didn't mean that, well, this really doesn't." ”

Yuan Yifei patted his chest and said, "Li Quai, are you okay, I'll just say it casually, and you're scared like this?"

Perhaps because he felt that his actions were not elegant enough, Yuan Yifei smiled a little embarrassed.

Li Qu is relieved, Miss Yuan's character is too straight. However, the bits and pieces of Miss Yuan's relationship with herself will make people feel comfortable.

More importantly, it seems that this Yuan girl's eyes are sincere, as clear as the water of the Yuqing River. Some people, just because they look at it, they can no longer forget their faces, and they suddenly feel beautiful.

This kind of beauty, without frowning, is in my heart.