Yellow plums are sweeter than green plums

It was a plum tree that had grown for several years, and it was planted the year Xiao Tian'er left.Uncle Zhen and the others said that Xiaotian'er's favorite thing is plums. He always likes to hold the green fruit in his hand and put it in his pocket when he doesn't wait until it's ripe, and nibbles on it whenever he thinks of it.Duan Qiuming, who grew up together, knows this very well. Whether it is climbing trees and stealing fish together or running in the fields, as long as the plum blossoms start to bear fruit in spring, Xiao Tianer's body will always smell of plums.

It's just that his childhood playmate who was always a bit shorter than him accidentally drowned in his first semester of junior high school.When I heard the news back then, I was even more overwhelmed than when my parents disappeared when I was young. I couldn't believe it and repeatedly said that it was impossible. After hearing the news, I even ran back from the town for more than ten miles.All that awaited him was a cold tombstone and a newly transplanted plum tree.

That playmate with short hair and face who always looks like a cat has become a memory that I dare not touch easily anymore.

It's just that Duan Qiuming always remembers to take a look at it every year during the Qingming Festival. The surrounding area looks empty and lonely, and the full offerings indicate that Xiaotian'er's family has already come.Probably because they could not bear the pain of losing their child, the family later moved out of the village to a nearby city, and the tree was later entrusted to Duan Qiuming's aunt.I don’t know whether it’s because of the south-facing terrain, the abundant rain, or the sufficient sunlight. This plum tree has grown amazingly over the years, and it bears far more fruits than any tree I’ve ever seen. In a few days, it should be It's time for my aunt to pick green plums to make wine.

Under the tree is the swing that Duan Qiuming tied to it back then. The wooden boards have become loose, and even the ropes soaked in rainwater look old, as if they would be torn apart if they were forced hard.In the chilly spring season, the dilapidated swing was in stark contrast to the greenery already covered with green plums. A gust of wind blew by, and it swayed gently in Duan Qiuming's sight.

In the basket is the wine made by my aunt from last year’s plums. The bottle made of glass has a light golden color. Without opening the lid, I can already think of the refreshing and slightly sour sweetness that slides down my throat. What a seductive and intoxicating charm that time carries.Swallowing the body fluid produced by the conditioned reflex in his mouth, Duan Qiuming lowered his eyes, bent down and put the plum wine in front of the monument.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground like when I was a child, putting my big palm on Xiao Tian'er's name, sharing the life of the past year with my childhood friend, this has become Duan Qiuming's habit, rich and sour The smell surrounds him through the trees behind him, and his nostrils seem to be filled with unspeakable emotions.In a trance, I heard the sound of plums being blown down by the wind.

The immature fruit will not fall, thinking this way, I turned my head and saw a plum falling on the swing.There were no plums scattered around, and the blue one was particularly conspicuous. With the gently shaking swing, it rolled slightly on the wooden board, but did not slide to the ground.Duan Qiuming felt that this scene was a bit fresh, as if Meizi had a will of her own, she walked over and tilted the board, and the unripe plums rolled to the ground and stopped motionless on the wet soil.

Duan Qiuming smiled, and just as he turned around, another plum fell unbiasedly on the swing through the branches and leaves.

Another gust of wind blew past my ears, and the swing that was shaking again made a small creaking sound.The plum that just fell rolled leisurely on the board like the previous one.It was just a plum, but Duan Qiuming seemed to be able to feel its joy, he reached out to touch it, raised his slender fingers to his eyes, looked back and forth, the plum lying in his palm was no different.

Taking the small basket on one side, he picked up the green plums in his hand and the one on the ground and put them into the basket. The moment the plums fell into the basket, apart from the muffled sound of falling into the bottom of the basket, there was also a familiar crashing sound at the same time. .Turning his head, he saw that the third plum had fallen from the swing, and it still fell on the original position impartially, as if time had stood still.

Is this a coincidence?

Staring at it swinging with the swing, Duan Qiuming felt that the so-called hell is like this.

Even so, Duan Qiuming is not a person who makes a fuss. In fact, he has experienced the death of his parents and friends, which has long made his character strong enough to be fearless.He just picked up the plums on the swing into the basket without changing his face, and as predicted, another one fell down, repeating this action, and after a while the small basket was filled with fresh green plums.

Hold a plum and put it one or two centimeters from the tip of the nose, take a deep breath, it really tastes sour.

When the sun was setting, Duan Qiuming was about to go back, and before leaving, he looked at the green plum on the swing.

If this tree has thoughts, he means that if it does, it must like this broken swing very much.