Let's say that the west head of Longhai County, the terrain is slightly higher than the ordinary boundary, with abundant rainfall all year round and a lot of green plums. Therefore, in June and July every year, tourists are weaving, and literati and scholars will also gather here to comment on poetry and books, cook wine with green plums, and express their ambitions. At that time, many people also gathered here, one to see the literati and scholars commenting on poetry and books, and the other being for the scribes to meet friends, and over time, this comment on Qingmei also became a place for literati and scholars to compete in secret.

Under the mountain forest village, the sky is not bright. Liu Chengqing had already gotten up early, pulling the furnace to make a fire, the flames were churning, and the heat in the stove was boiling. Liu Yingqing took out a five-pound sledgehammer from the stove and hammered it against the hoe, sparks splashed, the hot gas in the furnace rose, and only the sound of iron hitting was heard endlessly. Li Zhiyu also woke up early, wiped his face slightly, and lay down under a grass hut, carefully reading the scriptures taught by his husband.

"Erudite, prudent, interrogated, and convinced......" The young man's book is loud and loud. Zhao Shuli chuckled silently when he heard this, but just focused on beating the hoe in his hand. Sometimes pulling the bellows, sweating.

The stream under the mountain, the flowing water is murmuring, and a girl in yellow is fluttering. The girl walks lightly, the body is slender, every few steps, will stop slightly, sometimes chasing yellow butterflies, sometimes dancing green leaves, playing happily. An old servant in black quietly followed behind the girl without saying a word.

When Li Zhiyu didn't read much, he had to read all the articles taught by Mr. one by one, so he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the mountain roads left and right, and thought of Zhao Shuli in his mind. At the moment, I was depressed and unbearable, put down my books, and threw myself away. After a while, the stomach was gradually hungry, and he had no choice but to hold two handfuls of clear springs, which were the right to be hungry. After walking for about an hour, the sun hung in the east, and the belly was even more hungry. I looked at the mountain peaks in the distance, climbed down the mountain stream, and went to find wild fruits to satisfy my hunger.

In the mountains and forests, melons and fruits are ordinary things, but most of them contain highly poisonous, and if the villagers can't distinguish them, they will die if they eat. Fortunately, Li Zhiyu has been farming with Zhao Shuli for many years, but he knows very well about melons, fruits and vegetables. After a little discrimination, I found a fruit tree, picked a few big peaches, and ate them deliciously.

The peach blossoms bloom in March, and now it is June, so the peaches on the tree are already ripe and tasteless, but compared to the green season, the flesh is thick and the water is sufficient, and it is a rare good thing to quench thirst and hunger. Li Zhiyu just gobbled it up, eating with a mouthful of food, and his lips and tongue were luscious.

The belly that was about to be eaten was swollen, and Li Zhiyu stood up from under the peach tree, turned around and walked down the mountain. Under the mountain forest, the girl in yellow and the old servant also came leisurely. Li Zhiyu looked for the forest path and heard the birds singing and the warbler crying, and his heart was happy. From the left to the right in the middle of the road, I unconsciously walked to the side of the stream, saw that the stream was crystal clear, and was ready to get water to quench my thirst, but a loud eagle's cry sounded in my ears.

"Do you know where Mei Zilin is, you boy?" asked the girl in a coquettish voice, stretching out her arms, and a black falcon spun down from the sky, its wings fell like arrows, and it circled quietly for a long time, and then stopped on the girl's shoulder. Li Zhiyu was slightly stunned, and his heart moved slightly.

Li Zhiyu has lived with Zhao Shuli since he was a child, and until he is now twelve years old, he lives by the mountains and rivers, and he is rarely crowded. Even if there are occasional acquaintances, the people he sees are people who are much older than him, and until now, the girls he has met are only four or five, and he has never seen a girl in such a formation.

The girl bent her arm to falcon, which is not tolerated by etiquette. I didn't see the master and said: A woman is virtuous if she is not talented. But now the girl is laughing loudly, and Li Zhiyu seems to think that it is really insulting. It can be seen that the girl is delicate and tight, and she is secretly happy in her heart, so contradictory.

Li Zhiyu was at war in his heart, and was about to open his mouth to reply, but the girl had already approached Li Zhiyu, and looked at the young man in front of her carefully with a pair of beautiful eyes. Li Zhiyu was embarrassed and wanted to speak, but when the words came to his mouth, he was too shy to speak, so he had to swallow and say: "That Mei Zilin, I... But I don't know, but I heard the master say that in June in the west, there are plums in the forest, but I'm.... Never been there. Li Zhiyu finished his words intermittently, and the girl covered her lips lightly, just laughing coquettishly.

An old servant in black floated out of the dense forest quietly, shook his head helplessly, and wanted to interject, but his own young lady had a tricky temperament, wanted to stop it, and was afraid that the young lady would be angry, so he was in a dilemma. I had to cough lightly twice, interrupting the two.

"This son, my young lady has been favored by the master since she was a child, and has always been regarded as the pearl of the palm, so she does not follow the etiquette law, and the son is not to blame. Since Gongzi has said that there is Mei in the forest in the first six months of the west, presumably the plum forest is in the west of Longhai County, please forgive me for the sin of disturbance. The old servant spoke softly, glanced at his young lady, and stepped back. The girl didn't move, staring at Li Zhiyu who was in great distress with a pair of beautiful eyes, and she felt very funny in her heart.

In the past, at home, the servants on the left and right were respectful, and they didn't even dare to look at her, even if the girl was humiliated in every way, they were often obedient, and they didn't dare to raise their heads. What's more, Li Zhiyu, a vulgar subordinate in the barren mountains and mountains, should be more respectful of her like a god. But Li Zhiyu just looked embarrassed, faintly shy, and there was the slightest fear in his eyes, and the girl felt even more interesting in her heart.

Li Zhiyu's face was blushing, and his eyebrows were lowered. But the girl stood still, without the slightest intention of leaving. Li Zhiyu was embarrassed in his heart, he wanted to leave but was afraid that the girl would blame him, and he wanted to stay and was speechless, and it was difficult to adapt, which was a dilemma.

The old servant was helpless, so he had to cough dryly. With a whistle in its mouth, the falcon soared into the sky and flew straight into the sky. The wind moved slightly, Li Zhiyu's long hair on his forehead fluttered lightly, and he smelled a little fishy smell in his nose. Looking at the delicate girl, I had a good feeling, I wanted to ask for my name, but I was afraid that the girl would think that he was Meng Lang's frivolous person; but if I didn't ask, I was afraid that I would never see him for the rest of my life, so I pondered for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage and said shyly: "Under Li Zhiyu, I am not very grateful to see Miss today." I just don't know Miss...... Name. Li Zhiyu's voice was weak and humming, as thin as a gossamer, and he couldn't hear it very clearly, but he felt that the voice was torn out from the bottom of his throat, but it was unpleasant. When I was about to look up at the delicate girl, the girl and the old servant had already gone away.

Li Zhiyu's face was blushing, he should have felt relieved and relieved, but for some reason he felt a little sad in his heart, and all kinds of thoughts were unknown. Li Zhiyu walked to the water and poured some spring water on his face, which stopped the heat on his face. He looked into the distance and walked away.

After walking for a short time, he saw a few acres of fertile land in front of him, and the scenery was still the same, and Li Zhiyu was stunned. The grass is more or less the same, the same as when I left, except that there are some weeds growing in the fields that have not been cultivated for a long time. The original lush vegetable seedlings are a little more yellow, and they look a little nondescript in the lush wild grass. June is the rainy season, but it is common sense that the grass is lush and the seedlings are scarce, and no one cultivates it. Li Zhiyu touched the scene with sadness, and his heart immediately became melancholy again. His eyes stared blankly at the thatched hut, but the person was missing.

The wind and rain are blowing, and the night cage is full of early loads. Before you know it, the night has come, the moon seems to be white but not white, and in this hazy moment when the sunset is off your shoulder, it is even more secret. Li Zhiyu sat on the threshold in front of the house, his head buried in the crook of his arm. Thinking back to the past with Zhao Shuli, sadness comes from it, and I am sad. Just muttered in his mouth: "Master, Master......"

Early the next morning, Widow Zhang had already gotten up, carefully combed her makeup, and looked gloomy. The bun is lightly pulled up, and it is as pretty as a peach blossom. Li Zhiyu opened his sleepy eyes dimly, his fingers stroked, as if there were raindrops, slightly groaning, seeing things and thinking about people, his heart was very sad.

Widow Zhang had to finish her makeup and went straight to the east. After a short walk, a row of grass houses came into view. Widow Zhang sighed softly, her expression gloomy. As the saying goes, it is easier said than done, but the word love is even more difficult. I only remember that the master and apprentice came to this corner at the beginning, and they had no relatives. Widow Zhang saw that the master and apprentice were not familiar with each other, and often gave it. Zhao Shuli neither objected nor agreed, but just let it go, which was no different from an ordinary woman for Widow Zhang. Widow Zhang is not annoyed or anxious, she is still like this, and she is even more cordial to Li Zhiyu, for many years, the two are polite and courteous. When the neighbors saw it, they were angry and annoyed, and then the gossip came out. But Zhao Shuli, as in the past, was unconscious, Widow Zhang didn't say a word, but her heart was grateful. Over time, Widow Zhang's heart became even more favorable. But now the door is closed, and the door of the house is only closed for days, and it has not been opened for many days, so it is obvious that there is no one. Widow Zhang had no way to visit, so she had to come to see each other every day, looking at the dusty firewood but also content. It's just that I still hope that this door will open again. Widow Zhang knew in her heart that when this door was closed, there would be no one in her heart.

was sad alone, and only the door of the house opened lightly in front of me, and the voice was leisurely, so pleasant. Widow Zhang's face was pleasant, and the hem of her skirt swayed gently, but she looked at it stupidly, only to see a familiar young man walking out of the door. The young man's expression is also gloomy, and the fool is even more sad for the fool.

Li Zhiyu couldn't help but be happy when he saw Widow Zhang standing outside the door. But when I looked at the widow with exquisite makeup, I thought about it, and I didn't know where the master was now, but I didn't know how to speak. The widow smiled slightly, and said softly: "Zhiyu, you are back, I don't know ......" Widow Zhang's eyes turned slightly, seeing Li Zhiyu like this, she also understood a little in her heart, lowered her head, and endured the word master.

Lovesickness is difficult, but it is even more difficult to meet each other.

The two faced each other silently and did not say a word for a long time.

"Aunt Zhang, Master, he ......" Li Zhiyu was silent for a long time, looking at the silent Widow Zhang, half of his words were spoken, but it was difficult to speak. Widow Zhang's fingers smoothed the green silk falling from her forehead, and said with a smile: "Let's go, don't say anything." Widow Zhang muttered to herself silently, her expression gloomy.

Liu Yingqing saw that the sun had passed, and Li Zhiyu had not come back, and he was a little anxious. Put away the finished iron tools and walk down the mountain road. After a while, the body was thin and sweaty, and the clothes were hot and humid. Liu Chengqing took off his long coat and just buried his head in the road. Walking along the mountain road, there was a fire in the throat of the three poles on the sun, and only then did he see Li Zhiyu lying on the boulder and looking at the sky alone.

Liu Yingqing's face was happy, and then he was slightly angry.

"Zhiyu, how to go out without saying hello. Liu Chengqing's tone was slightly reproachful. Li Zhiyu heard Liu Yingqing's words, sat up straight, and scratched his head quite embarrassedly. Liu Chengqing was about to speak, only to see the door open and someone pushed the door out.

"The utensils in the house are the same, just slightly dusty. Except for a slight damage to the handle of the hoe, it is generally the same. It's just that in the future, this farmland will be uncultivated, and I am afraid that sooner or later it will be barren. Widow Zhang spoke, as if to herself, and as if she was talking to Li Zhiyu. Li Zhiyu didn't answer in a deep voice, as if he hadn't heard it.

Liu Chengqing sighed lightly, looked at the widow in front of him, and was very clear in his heart.