First love
Song Tiaotiao originally wanted to ask indirectly and get some secrets from Chen Pinglang.
But Chen Pinglang did not give her the chance to say more.
After finishing the cup of herbal tea, he looked at Song Tiaotiao deeply and asked, "Since you are here, will you stay here for a long time?"
Song Tiaotiao glanced back at the food store and thought, "This is my plan for now."
Chen Pinglang's eyes moved and he nodded slightly: "That's fine, I will come to see you often in the future." After speaking, he waved his hand and left a message saying "see you later", and just like when he came, he left in a hurry like the wind passing by.
Time flies, and before I knew it, the years have passed.
Thanks to the unremitting efforts of the family, the former small vegetable garden has developed into a small farm.
Based on the original vegetable garden, the small farm has planted various small fruit trees on both sides.
The land under the tree was not idle, but was planted by Song Tiaotiao with various beans and green manure crops.
The combination of the two can be said to complement each other. It can not only effectively loosen the soil structure, which is beneficial for seedlings to absorb nutrients, but also increase the soil's water holding capacity and aeration.
The seedlings in the vegetable fields are now growing vigorously and green under the careful care of everyone.
Having avoided all the bumps and bruises on their growth path, the crops in the garden not only have a very high germination rate, but also grow very well, making the onlookers look forward to the delicious taste of them when they are eaten.
The gentle flower breeze parted the layers of shade from the trees beside the farmland, blew up the fluttering white willow catkins, and gently combed Song Tiaotiao's long eyelashes under the tree.
In the pergola, Song Tiaotiao held her newly made dried flower specimens in both hands, compared them to the rising sun in the sky, and raised the corners of her lips slightly.
The flowers in the frame, with their bright colors, were pieced together by Song Tiaotiao to form a brand new picture.
With the clear blue sky as the background, it seems to be floating on the water, and it has regained its vitality by swaying in the spring breeze.
Jin Zhenjiao, who had returned from the food store with Song Tiaotiao, gently stroked Song Tiaotiao's shoulder, sat down beside her, and said teasingly, "Tiaotiao, if one day the flowers I give to others can be cherished like this, I will definitely regard them as the most precious treasure in my heart."
Upon hearing this, Song Tiaotiao's eyes flashed and her ears turned slightly red.
Seeing this, Jin Zhenjiao's eyes flickered, and she smiled softly, covering her lips with her hands: "After all, she is a girl who has just begun to fall in love, and she can't stand being teased."
Song Tiaotiao glanced at her lightly. After a moment, she saw the frank smile in her eyes. Her eyes flickered and she turned around and said, "You're talking nonsense again."
Jin Zhenjiao knew Song Tiaotiao wasn't really angry, but she still sat beside her, took her arm and begged, "Alright, alright, I'm only here to please you. How about it? Tomorrow we're going to pick spring flowers in the village, and the food shop finally has a day off. Do you want to go out and play with everyone?"
When Song Tiaotiao heard the word "play", she raised her eyes, which had been drooping, in an instant, and asked with great interest: "Sister Zhenjiao, have you found any good places to go?"
Seeing this, Jin Zhenjiao's eyes shifted. "According to the local custom in Songbai Village, spring harvests are mostly collected in the back mountains. I still remember that's where we met when I first arrived. But after you took over the food stall, your opportunities to visit the back mountains became even rarer. I doubt you've even seen the spring scenery."
Song Tiaotiao thought about her work experience in recent months, where she had almost no rest, and nodded.
Jin Zhenjiao felt confident of her victory and spoke softly, "The four seasons in the northern border are distinct, but the scenery is breathtakingly beautiful throughout. The reason everyone chooses the mountains behind is, firstly, because they believe the mountain scenery embodies the spiritual charm of all things, clearing away distracting thoughts and securing the protection of the mountain gods. Secondly, because the seasons change, and each season has its own unique charm..."
As Jin Zhenjiao spoke eloquently, a slowly unfolding picture of the four seasons gradually emerged in Yu Song Tiaotiao's mind.
In spring, the mountains are full of clear streams and a hot spring, which emits hot breath at the foot of the mountain, and drives away the frost for passers-by with its warmth.
In summer, the lotus flowers in the pond are graceful and blooming in the moonlight. In autumn, the red maples are dyed with frost, and the forest is full of colors. In winter, the mountains are covered with snow, and everything is covered with silver.
After Jin Zhenjiao's unremitting recommendation, Song Tiaotiao, who had originally wanted to stay at home and transform the farm, nodded deeply.
Jin Zhenjiao looked at the small farm's gradually completed semi-automatic supply system and smiled sweetly, "Okay, then I'll let Huai'an know when I get home. By the way, you can call anyone you know, it's more lively with more people."
Song Tiaotiao smiled and nodded.
…
That night, the moonlight poured down among the pines, casting dim shadows and illuminating the slightly lonely figure of the returning traveler.
Gu Chengjue looked at Gu Zhao, who was guarding the gate for him as always, in front of the courtyard, his eyes flickering.
When he got closer, he looked into Gu Zhao's clear eyes, squatted down, and straightened Gu Zhao's clothes that were slightly leaking. "Zhao'er, it's hard for you to worry about me so much every day."
Gu Zhao shook his slightly cold little head, a smile on his lips: "I like being here, and I hope everyone returns safely."
Hearing the sincere words of the child, he seemed to meet his past self who had never suffered again in the silent memories.
He was brought up by his father since he was young, and his father taught him every day that a real man is born into this world and must be loyal to his country and plead for the people.
If we are to fight, we must do our utmost to protect the people. If we are defeated, we would rather die on the battlefield than allow the enemy to invade our country.
Gu Chengjue was still puzzled by this statement at that time.
When my father was young, he was famous for his military prowess. For decades, he never made a mistake in deploying troops on the battlefield. He was a victorious general who made people tremble with fear. How could he have expected that he would be defeated?
Until the eve of exile, my father took the blame for the crime alone in order to protect the Ning Palace and died unjustly.
Gu Chengjue woke up from a dream overnight.
Even a god cannot defeat the unpredictable mind of the enemy.
Gu Chengjue looked back at Gu Zhao with the same eager look as when he returned. His eyes dimmed slightly as he gently stroked the top of Gu Zhao's head: "Good boy, with your hope, we will all be safe and successful."
At this time, several people in the house heard the noise, and either called out or pushed open the door to welcome him back into the house.
As soon as he entered the room, Gu Chengjue took off his cloak, which still held a chill. After a while of chatting and laughing, he saw Gu Zhao return to the back room to review his textbooks. He then slowly said, "We have collected all the food and grain the army needs... Tomorrow we will take inventory of the supplies, so we can rest for a day. The day after tomorrow we will set off for the camp."
Upon hearing this, Song Tiaotiao's eyes dimmed.
In recent days, Gu Chengjue has been going out early and coming back late every day. It is obvious that the army has tightened the time limit for collecting grain.
Although she vaguely felt that the day of separation was just around the corner, now that she was told it clearly, an indescribable feeling of depression lingered in her chest for a long time.
The sadness of parting lingered in the room in an instant.
Seeing this, Gu Chengjue stroked the bag in his hand, his eyes deep: "I will come back soon when we meet again."
…
On the kang, Song Tiaotiao snuggled up to the soft pillow and asked Gu Chengjue, who was still awake, in a soft voice, "Gu Chengjue, do you have any plans for tomorrow?"
When she came back today, she told this matter to the Zhao family's grandparents and grandchildren, and all three of them agreed happily.
She had thought that if Gu Chengjue had nothing to do, she would invite Gu Chengjue to go with her tomorrow to see the beautiful spring flowers in the mountains that Jin Zhenjiao had mentioned.
Hearing this, Gu Chengjue turned around gently and looked at Song Tiaotiao.
The eyes that are so close to me are like the moon reflected in the water, with layers of ripples.
Song Tiaotiao's eyes flickered and she lowered her almond-shaped eyes.
Seeing this, Gu Chengjue's eyes flickered and he chuckled softly, "Tomorrow is the day of picking spring flowers... Tiaotiao, I want to take you to the back mountain for a walk."
Hearing this, Song Tiaotiao smiled and said, "Do you know that I almost said this first?"
Gu Chengjue's long eyelashes trembled slightly. After a moment, he chuckled softly, "I think I will have a good dream tonight."
After resolving her worries, Song Tiaotiao felt sleepy and her voice became low: "Why are your words so incoherent?"
Gu Chengjue looked at Song Tiaotiao's sleepy appearance and smiled softly: "No, I just hope that your dreams will come true. Go to sleep, little Bodhisattva, and have sweet dreams."
The falling rabbit loses its light, and the sun rises in the east.
After packing the prepared drinks, snacks and fast food into their carry-on luggage, the family set off and arrived at the foot of the back mountain within the agreed time.
Song Tiaotiao looked at the mountain scenery behind the mountain, which was completely different from that in winter, and thought that what Jin Zhenjiao said was true.
Looking around, the back mountain is no longer the all-silver and green color of winter.
The bare trees that were stripped of leaves and petals in the cold winter are now in various shapes and sizes, each with its own beauty.
As the saying goes, seeing is believing.
Today, Song Tiaotiao has a deeper understanding of what harmonious coexistence between man and nature is.
When the spring breeze blows on your face, you feel the freshness that comes from the heart, rather than the worries mixed with all kinds of secondhand gases.
Song Tiaotiao took a deep breath and her smile became brighter.
I think she was busy with her studies when she was young, busy with work after graduation, and finally busy all her life. The scenery she expected to see in her heart was only frozen at the moment when she saw the video.
In the end, it was in the world of books that she fulfilled her dream of living in the mountains and valleys.
The group walked up the mountain one after another. When they reached the flat slope halfway up the mountain, clusters of rhododendrons were in full bloom all around the mountain.
Song Tiaotiao looked at the scene in front of her, and her desire to share it rose rapidly.
She smiled and looked back, and the moment she wanted to look for someone, she ran straight into Gu Chengjue's eyes.
Amidst the blooming mountain flowers, Gu Chengjue stood tall and graceful, with a smile in her phoenix eyes.
Song Tiaotiao felt that she had been looking for a long time, as if a glance lasted for a thousand years.
At noon, the sun is shining brightly.
The small teams each found a cool place to take shelter, and began to eat and rest.
Seeing this, the family distributed the food they brought one by one, and someone from each household followed closely behind.
Gathering together, everyone became neighbors and friends. With this in mind, each family prepared food for the others. As time went by, this sharing of food resulted in each person receiving more food than usual, and the variety of dishes also became more diverse.
Gu Chengjue gently placed the shortbread he was given in Song Tiaotiao's lunch box: "Tiaotiao, you always like the shortbread made by Madam Li."
Hearing this, Song Tiaotiao's eyes flickered and she shook her head: "I already have one piece, how can I be greedy for yours."
Gu Chengjue's eyes flickered as he chuckled softly, "Since you like it, I want to give it to you. There's no need to give in between you and me. You don't have to feel burdened by what I'm willing to do."
Song Tiaotiao looked at the scene in front of her, and was reminded of Gu Chengjue's protection along the way to exile.
She finally stopped refusing and took the biscuit and took a bite.
After a while, she slowly raised her eyes as Gu Chengjue smiled gently, and said, "Gu Chengjue, when we were on the road to exile...why did you choose to suffer so much just to protect me?"
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