Mulberry

That class reunion was also the only reunion for elementary school classmates. After entering junior high school, everyone seemed to be a lot busy all of a sudden.

The teacher emphasized the importance of the senior high school entrance examination over and over again. Most people enrolled in cram schools on weekends, and Ye Chen often chose to stay in school to study.

The second year of junior high school was fine, but it was really a nightmare when I was in the third year of junior high school.

I got up at 06:30 in the morning, wishing I could read a book and eat bread at the same time, until the end of get out of class at [-] o'clock in the evening self-study in the third period.

Ye Mo was so tired that she didn't want to leave school at all, she had to spend every minute reviewing and doing homework.

"Why do you want me to go back again?" Ye Mo was returned to the old house by her parents to clean up, "you can clean up by yourself."

Her parents are also afraid that she will be under too much pressure from studying all the time: "You have to combine work and rest, let's relax on weekends."

Ye Mo muttered to help: "It's already the end of the third year of junior high school, where is the time?"

Mom and Dad comforted her a few words, chatting while tidying up.

"The municipal primary school next to here is really good, and the price of a degree has risen again."

"Let's clean up quickly and put the house in the sales office. It's just time to sell it to make money to pay off the mortgage."

Ye Mo was loafing beside her, and heard her mother calling her.

"Hey, we Xiaoye liked this place when we were young, and we refused to leave no matter what."

"It's all about my childhood!" Ye Mo played with her mobile phone, thankfully the old house still had the internet, it wasn't too boring.

"However, the first floor may not be easy to sell, and the drainage is not good. I am afraid that the typhoon will flood the house again in a few days."

typhoon?Ye Li remembered the weather forecast she saw a few days ago, and glanced out the window.

I saw a few people in overalls walking around outside holding an ax and saw.

She suddenly panicked, put away her phone and ran outside.

"Mom, I'll go and have a look behind."

Ye Li saw a few people setting up ladders and holding long scissors, pruning several big trees behind the house.

Seeing the three mulberry trees that were about to arrive at their house.

"Hey, wait a minute," Ye Mo called them, momentarily at a loss for words, "Um... uncle, what are you doing?"

"A typhoon is coming, and these branches must be cut off, or they will break and hit people!"

"Ah? Do you want to cut these small trees too?" Ye Mo pointed at the mulberry tree.

"Hahaha, it's not small, it's almost three stories high, it's too dangerous."

Ye Mo looked up and found that it was indeed the case. Before she noticed, her mulberry tree had grown up a little bit, and the trunk was too thick to hold with both hands.

It looks more and more like a big tree in a dream.

I don't know why this idea suddenly popped into my mind.

"Little sister, give up, we are going to cut it, and it will hit you."

"Ah... oh oh!" Ye Mo came back to her senses and quickly stepped back.

She watched the workers cut off the branches with knives and knives, and she felt a dull pain in her heart, and she knew rationally that she should not stop it.

Why are you so reluctant?

After all, I planted it myself, so I still have deep feelings...

"It's better to cut it off, otherwise the tree will be too big to catch the wind, and when the typhoon blows, the trunk will be broken."

Ye Li responded unconsciously, and walked home in a daze.

Why cut it off, she is in pain, she is very pitiful...

what does she look like...

Ye Mo was suddenly so sad, she didn't know when, she had gradually forgotten her good friend before, they parted ways and went further and further apart.

"Why did you go? Let's go, let's go to the real estate and ask." Mom waved to her.

"Ah... yes, the house is going to be sold."

After selling the house, there must be less and less coming back, and she realized this cruel fact.

She still didn't want to leave.

But the arm can't twist the thigh, and the child can't resist the adult.In the end, she could only go home in a daze.

She huddled into a ball sadly, letting the quilt wrap her tightly, as if it would make her feel better.

So fell into a dream.

Even though it has been outside for so long, nothing in the dream seems to have changed.

The little mute couldn't find anything to eat, and was so hungry that he was skinny, but he still pulled on the adult's trousers.

"Please, don't eat the leaves, you can't eat this."

She was powerless to stop it, and could only watch waves of adults climb up the tree and eat the dry and curly leaves whole.

"Don't pick it! Don't eat it, she is in pain, she is very sad..."

The little mute tried to block the tree with his short body, but was pushed away by a man who was hungry and crazy.

"Go to death, don't get in the way, what a little lunatic."

The little dumb was pushed and fell to the ground, and he didn't have the strength to stand up, so he could only curl up into a ball and cry.

Ye Chen was awakened suddenly, the dream she hadn't had for a long time seemed to hit her hard.

She thought of Sister Sang when she was a child, and when she raised her hand, she touched the tears all over her face.

She wiped it with the back of her hand, more and more.

She wanted to yell, but she couldn't even cry, so she could only bury her face in the quilt at night, sobbing softly.

Finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

When she woke up the next day, Ye Mo was still out of her wits and got up in a daze.

"Hey Xiaoye, did you hear what I'm saying?" Mom raised her voice and asked her.

"Oh, what's the matter, I just lost my mind."

"The weather forecast said a red typhoon warning, and the school asked everyone to stay at home and wait for the notice."

Seeing her in a daze, her mother pressed the back of her hand to her forehead: "I don't even have a fever, why don't you feel well?"

"I'm fine, I just didn't wake up." Ye Mo quickly prevaricated.

The students cheered happily for the typhoon holiday, only Ye Li lived like a year, watching the rain getting heavier and heavier outside the window worriedly.

Parents had already closed the doors and windows, and the rain outside the windows splashed on the glass without showing any sign of weakness.

The rumbling thunder made the glass tremble, and it also made Ye Li's heart tremble.

She saw the big tree on the side of the road downstairs was blown to one side, the leaves were flying in the sky, and the overwhelmed branches rumbled to the ground.

She watched with worry, always wondering if Sister Sang was also like this, being torn by the wind and rain, would she also break the branches.

The more she thought about it, the more flustered she became, and when she thought about last night's dream, she always had an ominous premonition.

But with such a severe typhoon, she could only stay at home helplessly, secretly praying that the typhoon would pass soon.

Amidst all kinds of suffering, the weather forecast finally removed the red warning, the news broadcasted the disaster situation in various places, and the road surface was drained in a hurry.

The school also notified students to return to school.

Even though Ye Li wanted to fly back to see the mulberry tree immediately, she could only absent-mindedly finish the class and stay until the next weekend.

Then I begged my parents to go back to the old house to have a look.

"Hey, it's okay to go back and see if there is any water in the house."

The family returned to the old house, the car entered the community, and the car drove closer and closer, Ye Li's heart was pounding, and the ominous premonition was about to condense into dark clouds, covering half of the sky.

After finally getting out of the car and following my parents into the room, I immediately hurried to something bad.

The room is so bright, the light shines into the balcony in large swaths, and there is almost no shelter outside the window.

Ye Mo turned around and ran to the back of the house, only to see the mulberry tree on the farthest side, broken in half as if it had been cut down by someone.

The inner core of the trunk is exposed, and jagged wooden spines shoot skyward.

The leaves were nailed to the ground like a lightning strike. Looking at the trunk and the fallen crown, they fell carelessly on the green belt.

The leaves on the crown of the tree are almost gone, and the few remaining leaves are half dead.

It's all over, all gone.

Ye Mo stood on the ground, but felt that the world was spinning, and she didn't know how to stand still.

She thought, how could it be?How can I die?

Sister Yousang shouldn't die!Or Sister Sang also...

No, is there a Sister Sang, or does it not exist at all...

In a daze, she heard her parents say on the balcony: "I still need to clean it... Oh, the trees have fallen, what a pity."

Trees are down...

Trees are down!

She knelt down and covered her face weakly, not knowing what to do for a moment.

I looked at half of the trunk stupidly, and suddenly found a dim five-pointed star on the trunk.

The five-pointed star is crooked, like an old scar.

Ye Li suddenly stood up, picked up the branches like crazy, looked down for a long time, then squatted down and started digging.

She remembered that it was near here that they once buried a treasure box of time.I can't remember what I wrote, but... I can always find something related to Sister Sang, she must exist.

She dug and dug, afraid that she would dig in the wrong place and not find the box, and almost turned up a large area.

Ye Li's hands were covered with mud, and her arms were tired and limp, but she couldn't care less about it.

Finally the branch hit something hard, and she wiped the dirt away with her fingers.

It was their previous iron box!

Ye Mo hurriedly dug out the whole box and buried it in the ground for a long time, the surface of the box was so rusted that the pattern could not be seen clearly.But luckily it can still be opened normally.

She saw the note she and Luo Luo put down in the box, which said the junior high school was opened.

I couldn't help laughing at myself, saying that when junior high school opened, I had already forgotten my former friends, let alone this time treasure box.

She clapped her hands, trying to wipe off the mud on her fingers, and then carefully picked up the note.

After being buried in the soil for so long, and after experiencing countless times of heavy rain, the box was slightly damp, and the paper strips became soft as if they had absorbed water.

She unfolded the note gently with her hands, without breaking it, unfolded it, and unfolded it again.

The words on the note were also slightly blurred by the water, but they were still legible.

The moment she saw it clearly, Ye Chen couldn't stop crying.

The first line above reads:

I want to wait for Sister Sang, in the future we can be good friends for two lifetimes!

Tears couldn't stop pouring out of her eyes, she didn't care about the stains on her hands, she kept wiping her eyes, not daring to let the tears fall on the note.

She squatted on the ground, as if she had returned to the summer of that year, when innocent children and friends made good wishes for the future.

But she didn't keep her promise in the end, she forgot her friends, and she didn't wait any longer.

Holding the note, she was at a loss. She wanted to put the note away, but she was afraid that if she touched it again, this fragile thing would break.

She squatted on the ground, not knowing what to do. Now she believed that Sister Sang must have existed.

It's just that the trees have fallen...

She feels empty now, she really can't feel any existence.

Not only has she lost a friend, but life has to go on.

There are still homework and exams day after day, and a boring life.

After the typhoon and heavy rain, the sky was exceptionally clear. When she looked up, the sun pierced her eyes.

In addition to the golden light, there is also a touch of bright yellow green in the field of vision.

Ye Li couldn't imagine standing up, and saw a small leaf bud popping out of a small eye on the lower half of the tree trunk.

Bright yellow, the leaves have not fully unfolded, and it is particularly spiritual in the sun.

She smiled through tears, feeling a little relieved.

Is this the continuation of life?

Ye Mo packed up her mood and went home to dry and flatten the note.

Looking at the clear sky outside the window, he let out a long sigh.

Perhaps, in the future, there will be a tree spirit who wakes up from the mulberry buds in a daze.

Start a story that belongs to her again.

The author has something to say:

End of the full text.

The end of Sahua is not a perfect little story. I have wanted to write it for a long time, and I am very happy to write it.