The loft is still the same, and the peach trees are towering.

It was the place where she lived for eighteen years.

Ranbai slowly bent down, and casually fiddled with the wildly growing weeds at the fingertips, looking around, without any nostalgia, no joy, empty, nothing.

She once lived here.

Many years.

Later, those people died and nothing was left, leaving only the embers flying all over the sky for her.

Ranbai smiled and wandered leisurely in the courtyard, stopping in front of a towering ancient tree. The shadow almost overturned her. The dragon lies on the ridge and the branches and leaves whirling, making a rustling sound. It was a peach tree that had grown for a long time.

At that time, she saw the highest peach tree through a small window in the tower.

Ranbai stood in the dim shadow and watched it for a long time.

Finally, he cleared his throat, raised his hand and knocked on the tree trunk with interest, making one or two dull sounds, accompanied by a lazy sound: "Grandpa Peach Tree, I'm back."

The night breeze is blowing, the branches are swaying gently, and a few fallen leaves are falling in the wind, as if responding to the words of dyed white.

"You said why are you living so old?" Ranbai smiled and lazily: "I guess you must have lived longer than me."

The branches and leaves are still shaking.

"I will break a branch of you, don't hold a grudge against me, it's not the first time anyway." As she said that, she broke a branch with lightning speed, believing that the truth that the enemy doesn't move, and that as long as I move, you can't settle the score with me!

The branches and leaves were broken and there was a crisp click.

The fallen leaves fell down, a little irritable.

"Don't be sad, it will grow back soon." Ranbai held the branch in his hand, satisfied, comforted the peach tree kindly, patted it, and simply sat lazily on the ground, leaning against the trunk, the branches in his hand were bored, looking at the moon in the sky, the curve of the corners of his lips was inch by inch, until he couldn't see a smile at all.

That face was so pale that there was no expression.

Ranbai is always laughing, but she actually doesn't like to laugh. This kind of cold disgust in her bones will only be exposed when she is alone.

It took a long time to go through that.

She suddenly made movements, without any obsession with cleanliness, and she used her fingers to scatter the soil next to the tree roots without any concern.

"Your Highness, I'll do it." Fenghuang said, feeling very uncomfortable.

"What are you messing around here?"

He struggled: "Your Highness, call me if you have something to do."

"Um."

The sticky and moist soil was roughly opened, the roots of the tree were muddy, and her fair and slender fingers were covered with the soil, but she didn't care. The damp smell came over her face and finally revealed a light yellow corner.

Then more, more-

letter.

Ranbai was half-kneeling, his long eyelashes almost covered his eyes. He wiped his hands casually and picked up the letter buried deep under the roots of the tree.

Each letter reads the same sentence.

——Sir, personally.

The handwriting is tender and immature, with a little bit of character.

Ranbai looked at it for a while, then sat on the ground and opened the envelope.

Those pale, sealed, faded into black and white, are like a dark deep sea sweeping over, gaining life in suffocation.

She remembered.

all.

The ancient trees are evergreen, with branches and leaves laterally reflecting the night sky cut into countless pieces. The moonlight sprinkles from the gaps and falls half brightly on the letters. The subtle sound of the envelope being opened and the desolate chirping of crickets are mixed with the earthy and ancient smell.

Each letter has only a few words.

It’s snowing in the whole area.

Today I saw a very beautiful cat and wanted to catch it.

It grew three centimeters taller.

Don't want to drink milk.

I don't have a cake.

Can you always be with me?

There are too many letters, and I can't see them for a while, and it's inch in my eyes.

She was still young that year and he was still there. Occasionally, she knew that the two could chat freely through letters. She was obsessed with it and wrote countless letters and buried them with him under an ancient tree.

The gentleman said: "Leave it to Abai when he grows up and see you."

Later she grew up.

He is gone.

The cold wind blew by, and the letter fell to the ground lightly, with a slight weight, and the moonlight reflected the two most mentioned words in the letter.

--gentlemen.

He is her husband and teacher.

He treats her everything well, but he has no affection between men and women.

The white fingertips pressed against the corner of the letter coldly, slowly rubbing them, gentle and contradictory, as if they were staring at their lovers for life.

She reached out and poked the thin yellowed letter and asked, "I forgot you for so long, are you angry?"

Even the person who was a mud should have a bit of temper, but he never got angry with her.

"I haven't seen each other for so many years." Ranbai looked very ordinary. He reached out to grab it in the air and didn't find anything. "It's a pity that I didn't bring wine this time, so I can't worship you."

No one heard her.

She continued to draw out another person's letter under the root of the tree, and finally saw the words Abai's Qinqi.

Elegant and sharp, with excellent temperament.

The word is like the moon in the sky, and the person is like the immortal in the moon.

The moonlight shines in a corner through the gap. The letters have been left for too long and have been left in the soil without seeing the sun. Even if they have been stored in clever ways until today, they have turned yellow and curled edges.

The colors of the old era spanned thousands of years.

Ranbai thought,

If the gentleman knew that the letter he had written in his essay would be revealed by her thousands of years later, he would be shocked.

The man's appearance appeared in her eyes, which was so blurry that she could no longer remember his face. It seemed that as time passed, forgetting became a matter of course.

But I still remember that he treats all living beings with gentleness, forever tolerant and firmness.

Later, he broke his bones because of her, and was lowered in the dust, but he was still protecting her.

"Sir, I'm so stupid." She sat under the tree trunk in a straight line, her whole body sinking in the shadows. Her bloody eyes were quiet and deep, and the smile on her lips seemed to be right and wrong: "Look, now, who else will remember you except me?"

"This is what you talk about sentient beings, and what you taught me compassion."

Ranbai could imagine what the person would look like if he was there.

I will definitely smile and say to her.

"Abai, the eight sufferings in the world have fate. I am your husband, and I will be your teacher for a day and will never give up for my whole life."

So to the end.

He gave her his life.

It's ridiculous to say.

He actually tried to teach a little monster to be open-minded and have no guilt.

You said you are naive?

"I know you can't understand what you said to you. It's simply pedantic."

She had never seen anyone who could be so stupid.

After all...

It's just that I can't calm down.

The surroundings were quiet and there was no sound. Ranbai was talking to himself, directing and acting, and entertaining himself.

The person who would respond to her in the past was no longer here.

No matter how many words she says, how mean words she speaks, how absurd they act.

No one will discipline again.

No one will tell her that she can't do this again.

No one will take care of her in everything again.

The night is dark and the wind is rolling.

Ranbai knelt halfway for a long time, and even more thoughts turned into a laugh and passed away with the wind, tearing open his letters.

I opened the letters one by one, and I was impatient with it and didn’t know what I was thinking about.

The characters are the most familiar words she is, and people are her unforgettable people.

Every letter responds to her previous words, everything must be settled, gentle and meticulous.

Suddenly, a letter took off his hand and drifted in the wind without any weight, spreading on the muddy ground.

She remembered clearly the words and sentences of each letter.
Chapter completed!