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This is a small town, here, everything is as it is remembered, bluestone alleys, soft willows.

The branches sway gently with the wind, like the green silk of a cardamom woman, so soft and so open. Like a lover's hand, like a tender skin. Circled on the shoulders of pedestrians and scattered on the foreheads of passers-by, it is retained.

The scent of flowers is made into honey, and the fragrance of grass is made into song.

People come and go, and in the strange place, the farmers squint their eyes and hold their pipes, smoking them with a look of enjoyment.

In the pond, the frolicking children catch the fat fish and shrimp, laughing, making noise, running, and the parents at home should be in a hurry.

This is dusk, the slanting sun shakes the sunset, and the white clouds swim leisurely in the sunset drunk. In the orange glow, the back of the town is boundless and peaceful.

This is spring, the wildflowers on the roadside, pregnant with the fragrance of silence, in the blue waves, the sunset, the sunset, the smoke curling Nana, the weak voice, slowly fading in the air.

The wild fragrance is faintly fragrant, and the smoke is rippling.

There is a tavern with thick doors made of fine Tsubaki wood, painted with paulownia and exuding a leisurely fragrance.

The tables and chairs in the house are neatly arranged, and the tables and chairs made of the same Tsubaki wood have the original fragrance of the trees like orchid.

The woman leaned against the doorway, poking her head out, her cheeks as delicate as flowers in the faint light of the dusk.

There was a hint of hope in the corners of her eyes, like a sunflower longing for light, like a cloud looking forward to rain.

A few children ran happily past, leaving behind a laugh, like wind chimes swaying, and they saw the figure in front of them, the figure carrying a few big fish, and shouted one after another: "Ahba!

A shallow smile crossed the corner of the man's mouth, and he stretched out his free hand and waved it slightly towards the children running by.

The woman leaning against the door saw the man's figure, and the corners of her eyes were filled with joy, and she shouted softly: Brother!

The man turned his head and smiled warmly at her, like a black peony she had never seen before, like a swaying ink lotus on Songtao Peak.

When he approached the woman, he frowned reproachfully, and said, "I should be called brother, I should be called Xianggong!" I should punish you! I will punish you for drinking with me tonight!

The woman's face was slightly red, obviously newlywed, and she couldn't be ridiculed, she called weakly and softly: Xianggong.

Ah Ba smiled happily, smiled proudly, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons, he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the woman's hand, and gently took it into his arms, the woman's face was even redder, she hurriedly stretched out a hand against the man's chest, raised her eyes and secretly looked at the guests in the hall, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: Xianggong, there are still guests here

The man laughed again, let go of the woman, and walked to the small table in the corner.

They got married.

Ah Ba walked back and forth in the hall restlessly, mixed with joy and sorrow on his face, contradictory and harmonious.

From time to time, he looked into the door of the inner hall covered by layers of curtains, his hands clenched into fists, and his muscles flared up.

Uncle Wang, who often came to drink in the hall, shook his head with a smile, he lowered his head and took a sip of tea, squinted his eyes and said: Ah Ba, don't worry, don't worry, hehe, when your aunt gave birth to a big baby, I was the same as you are now......

Ah Ba's urgency did not decrease much because of Uncle Wang's words.

The woman in the inner hall cried out in pain, and the sound of violent gasps hit his mind like the most violent storm.

His heartstrings have been tightened to the limit, after being in for so long, will she be okay?

The sound of a sudden pause, the shouting, the sudden pause of the pumping, the silence, at this moment there was a sudden and eerie silence in the tavern!

Ah Ba's heart trembled violently, he couldn't restrain himself anymore, and rushed towards the inner hall!

Don't let her have any problems!

A cry, loud, the child's cry suddenly broke through the dull atmosphere of the inner hall and sounded vividly in the tavern!

Ah Ba's body trembled, and the joy in the corners of his eyes spread, spreading, spreading so that his entire face was a smile.

The midwife held the child in her arms, with dripping sweat on her face, and she smiled and said, "Ah Ba, it's a boy!"

When he saw the little creature curled up in a ball, his eyes closed and crying, he couldn't help laughing anymore.

Hahaha, haha......

The woman listened to his laughter in the inner hall, and a happy smile rose on her tired face.

They had children.

Liu Xiaoyun was wearing a bright red groom's costume, looking at the woman wearing a red hijab on the right, and her heart was sincerely happy and satisfied.

She is the youngest daughter of Uncle Wang next door, seventeen years old, he is the eldest son of the tavern Ah Ba, but nineteen.

They have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, and they should have been good for a hundred years.

The cheeks of the woman under the hijab are smiling like flowers, and under the festive atmosphere, the wedding dress on the body is more bright and dazzling.

They are baby parents, but how many times have the girl's feelings looked forward to the arrival of this moment, and how many times have I dreamed of such a red in my dreams, and I can't wake up.

The guests were noisy, and the lively atmosphere filled every corner of the tavern.

Worship heaven and earth!

The two of them knelt on the ground and bowed to the heavens and the earth.

Two worship high halls!

There were four people sitting in the hall, Ah Ba and the woman, Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang.

The woman looked at Ah Ba, smiled gently, watched her son get married, joyful, and emotional. The years have left traces on their faces, and the fine wrinkles at the corners of their eyes tell the vicissitudes of time, and they are already middle-aged.

Husband and wife worship each other!

The newlyweds in the hall bowed to each other, and the guests made a noise with their worship, congratulating and blessings.

Their children are married.

In the inner hall, the white-haired old man was lying on the bed, and her appearance could be vaguely seen, which was somewhat similar to the delicate woman many years ago.

Her breath was faint and almost cut off, this was a woman who was about to enter the end of her life.

She turned her head to look at the old man who was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her, the same gray hair, the same old dragon clock.

She looked at the children standing by the bed, who were also middle-aged.

The old man held her hand tightly, like holding her last ray of life, and refused to relax.

Her eyes were peaceful, her voice was hoarse, and she said, "Ahba......

The old man raised his cloudy eyes, and the faint tears flashed in his eyes, and he hummed softly.

She said: It's good to have you by your side, it's good......

The old man's hand trembled violently, because the hand in his hand even lost his pulse at this moment!

His tears welled up in an instant.

The woman died.

Ah Ba was lying on the bed, unable to move, he was trying to remember, thinking about his life.

However, except for the memory in the tavern, the previous one was vague, I heard that he was washed by the water, and I heard that he was not from here.

He intuitively felt that he had important things to do, important things to do.

But what does it matter? He's going to die of old age!

A year ago, the woman who had been with him all along died.

His skin was full of wrinkles, and his hair was all white, old and decaying, and he was on the verge of death.

The woman's light smile flashed in front of his eyes, and he wanted to raise his hand to hold this smile in his heart forever, but his weak hand could not do anything after all.

He opened his mouth and exhaled softly, and as this breath came out, his eyes slowly closed, and his pulse stopped.

The distant voice in my ears was the sons and daughters calling out to their father.

In the last moments, in these last moments, he kept asking himself: Who am I? Who am I?

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