tired spring return

His body was covered in dust and dust, and his face was stained with tears.

The sunlight that was not blocked by the dilapidated window edge moved inch by inch among the ruined walls of the house, and finally settled on the thin body lying on the ground.

The high fever that had lasted all night finally subsided slowly. Feng Chun opened his sore eyes and found that the world seemed to have changed.The dazzling sunlight finally dispelled the gloom and rain for several days, and the bewildered illusion of the sensual and sensual dog Ma Liang with carved beams and painted columns also faded away.Although the ruined temple showing its true colors is messy and strange, in Feng Chun's eyes, it looks extraordinarily simple and friendly.

Feng Chun suddenly sat up from the ground, gritted his teeth and endured the dizziness and headache left by the high fever, and only one thought remained in his mind.

to go back!

Go back to the son!

His son had whispered in his ear countless times: "Xiao Chun'er, don't be afraid, with me here, I will always be by your side."

His young master had used his own blood and tears to prove to him countless times that as long as they trusted each other, there would be light in darkness.We can face together and overcome any difficulties together.

So this time, he didn't want to hide alone, and didn't want to disappoint the young master again.

He wants to go back and tell the young master everything and all the troubles on his mind.As long as they are together with the young master, as long as they have the same belief, no matter how difficult Zhang Jinquan is, they are nothing to be afraid of.

The return journey is still long, but it is full of hope.Soon after, Feng Chun was stopped by a sparkling river.He walked in a muddle yesterday, and he didn't have any impression of such a wide river.Feng Chun stood on the bank of the river, looking around in a daze.Suddenly, I saw a white-haired old woman sitting not far from the river bank.

Feng Chun was overjoyed, and hurried over to ask the old man for directions.

Unexpectedly, when I got closer, I discovered the strangeness.The old woman was neither doing laundry nor doing any other work by the river.She stared intently at the rolling river, motionless.The whole person is like an old monk in meditation, indifferent to everything that happens around him.

Feng Chun couldn't speak, so when he walked over, he tried to make enough noise to remind the old woman, so that he would not be frightened by his sudden appearance.However, it didn't work, so Feng Chun had no choice but to reach out and pat her mother-in-law's shoulder lightly.

Those vicissitudes of life eyes finally fell on Feng Chun.

"Mother-in-law, excuse me, is this the way back to the county?"

Feng Chun gestured to her mother-in-law as simply and clearly as possible.Unexpectedly, the old woman's mind was so clear that she immediately understood what he meant.

"Yes, son, this is the way to the county seat."

"Thank you, mother-in-law."

The brief encounter between the two should have ended here, but Feng Chun couldn't hold back after all, and continued to ask, "Mother-in-law, what are you doing sitting by the river alone? Do you need me to help you cross the river?"

"Haha, Mr. Xiao Lang, thank you for your kindness. But my old woman is not useless for that."

"Feel sorry……"

"You're curious why I'm staring at this river in a daze, right? I want to reconcile with this river."

"Reconcile with the river?"

"Xiao Langjun, if you want to, you might as well sit down and listen to my old lady's babbling, and listen to whether it makes sense."

"Just the year before last, there was a big flood here. The river burst its embankment and destroyed my house and my daughter. Since then, I have hated this river! I swore I would never drink it again. Its water, without its water, never took a step closer to the river, and could not even hear others mention it.

But what's the use?As a result, my hatred and fear of it alone could not solve anything, but added countless troubles to this day.Later, I thought, since this old life is here to stay, I have to live on.My sick wife is still waiting for me to take care of her, and the baby baby left by my daughter is still waiting for me to raise her.Since we want to survive, we cannot do without this river for our daily necessities of life.

So I decided to make peace with the river, with my past.

I'll just sit here all day and wait for it to see.When I no longer hate or fear, I will continue to live.

Only when you have passed the hurdle in your heart can you really look forward and move forward. "

After listening to the old lady's words, Feng Chunmao suddenly realized.

If you blindly indulge in the misery of the past, and your heart is filled with resentment and fear, you will never be able to truly accept a new beginning.

That's not fair to the son.

Feng Chun stood up and bowed deeply to the old woman.

"Xiao Langjun, you should go back quickly and live a good life. If an old woman like me can do it, so can you."

Feng Chun nodded, and strode forward.

Look forward and move forward.

The son is still waiting for him, let's live a good life together.

When Feng Chun returned to the heavy wooden door, it was already late at night.The lantern sign hanging above the head had silently extinguished the candles at some point, and it was so cold that the inn was obviously closed long ago.

I had come back late at night a few times before, but tonight alone, standing in the twilight, Feng Chun was full of the desolation and loneliness that hit his face.Perhaps it was because the handsome figure who had been waiting for him for a long time was missing in front of the door.

Knowing that he will not come back, has the young master already slept?

"Dangdangdang."

Feng Chun gently knocked on the door.

Soon, the wooden door opened a gap, revealing the vigilant face of the waiter.

"Xiao Chun'er?! It's you, why are you back?"

"Brother Er Er, I'm sorry, I..."

Before, the waiter in the shop helped him and tried to persuade him with good words, but unfortunately, he failed his kindness in the end.Feng Chun felt ashamed and didn't know how to explain it.The shop waiter eagerly grabbed his arm and pulled him in through the door.

"Let's talk first."

Feng Chun was dragged staggeringly, and as soon as he stabilized his body, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The hall of the inn was empty, but it was filled with flickering candles.A noble young man in fine clothes was lazily leaning against another table, waving a fan, and looking at him leisurely.After the flickering flames succeeded in his trickery, his exaggerated face reflected like a ghost.

Who would this person be if it wasn't Zhang Jinquan?

The shop waiter closed the door behind them again, ignored Feng Chun's surprised eyes and asked Xu, and retreated on his own.

"what are you going to do?"

This unusual atmosphere made Feng Chun feel like facing a formidable enemy.He took a step back involuntarily.

Zhang Jinquan stared at Feng Chun with a pair of small tadpole eyes.The dark short hat Feng Chun was wearing was covered with dust, and the bun on his head was almost loose.The hair that had been drenched by the high fever and dried by the wind outlined the tired and haggard little face in strands.

"Tsk tsk, Brother Yun, little beauty, I haven't seen you for two days, why did you put yourself in such a mess? Your appearance makes my heart ache so much. Why don't you come here and let me take good care of you."