[Original God_Zhong Li's personal orientation] Changhe

At this time again, please listen to me tell you a story.I have told many stories in my life, and especially shared many stories with you, of course, this is just one of them.

At this time of year, I will hear such sounds, such as: thunder in spring, hail in summer, and fruits in autumn falling into the basket.

When I heard this voice for the first time, I was still very young, six or seven years old.We ran all the way down the long stone steps of Qingce Village, and Grandma Ruoxin shouted "be careful" from behind, but the children wouldn't listen, and ran all the way to the waterwheel, competing faster than anyone else.

The slowest person is a fool.Someone said so.

"Who is that?" One of the children pointed to the tea stand.

In Qingcezhuang, young people come and go without stopping, but today a young man came.

A man in a black robe is sitting at a tea stand drinking tea.

There are children who want to go forward, but they are distracted by the games among the children.

"Fool, fool!" they yelled at me.

I was the slowest of those kids.

After many years, I still think of that afternoon, with the mild winter sun.The man in the black gown put down the tea bowl. As I remember, he put down the tea bowl with his palms on the rim.Then he came over, told a story in a few words, and coaxed the laughing children away.

As for the story... I probably forgot.In the following years, Mr. Zhongli came to Qingce Village many times and told many stories.There are stories about the precious mushrooms growing on the high mountains, the rolling stones that make strange noises, and even the street lamps that can be seen everywhere in Qingcezhuang.

Let’s talk about that afternoon again.

That was also the first time I saw Mr. Zhongli.

When the children scattered away, I also wanted to follow in their footsteps.

Mr. sat back to the original position.He is always quiet, unlike those noisy children.When I was young, I longed for that kind of silence, so I ran to his side and sat at the same table with him.Maybe I just don't want to be called a fool.

"Do you want to drink tea?" As an adult, he asked the child such a question solemnly.The old tea seller stood cheerfully by the side, and pushed the teapot to Zhongli's hand.

According to my usual habits, I will definitely not agree to the words of strangers.

But he was different... Later I asked every kid who was there at that time, and everyone thought he was different. "At least it's different from those grown-ups," they replied as teenagers.

"Okay..." I replied, "but Dad said, you can only drink a little."

"Why?" The man who had already picked up the teapot leaned over instead, as if listening patiently.

"..." After a while, I choked out a sentence, "My family said that children can't sleep at night after drinking tea."

He just smiled, and really only poured me a small half cup.

The tea is very bitter and not to the children's liking.

What this gentleman told the old tea seller was also very complicated, and children couldn't like it.

However, in the middle of the conversation, Mr. Zhongli suddenly turned his head and asked me: "Are you feeling a little bored?"

I stared at him, eyes wide, trying to read from his face why he knew.

He said: Take your hand up then.

I just raised my hand, not knowing what he was going to do.

He laughed and clenched one hand into a fist, hovering above my palm. When he opened his hand, a few candies fell into my palm.

"Why do they say you're a fool?" I heard him ask as I unwrapped the candy.

When the candy paper is taken off, it is a transparent orange-yellow color. If you put it under your eyes and look through the candy paper, you will not see your natural slope.This leg is as good as it gets.

I replied, "Because I run very slowly. They say the slowest is a fool."

"But fools don't use this to judge." Zhong Li spoke softly.

This serious-looking adult suddenly blinked. He leaned his head over and said in a sly tone, "I'll teach you how to tell stories."

Also on that day, I wanted to be an adult like Mr.

That day, the winter night in Qingcezhuang was very quiet, so I sent my husband away from this place.

In Mr.’s story, the street lamp called “Evil Repelling Lamp” illuminated the darkness, and I said goodbye to him on the suspension bridge.

"See you next year!" I said, waving my hand.

He waved goodbye, took a step back, and left the hanging bridge.The bridge cables are trembling, and it will take some time for the long bridge without people to move still.

When I watched him gradually go away and the long bridge was still, I heard a "boom" in my ear.

It was a muffled sound without interruption or pause, but it didn't make people feel noisy, but gave people a very peaceful feeling.I covered my ears and went back, asking Grandma Ruoxin if she heard.

An actor who retired from the bustling Liyue Port has good ears even when he is old.

Grandma Ruoxin put her hand on her ear and said to me, "I heard it, I heard it's time for the good boy to go to bed."

I laughed when I heard this sentence.Grandma Ruoxin is indeed my favorite person, um, the gentleman who taught me storytelling today is No.2!

At that moment, I fell asleep in such a sound.This voice that only I can hear is like a secret of mine.

To my ears, the children's shouts seemed no longer harsh, and the sound of their footsteps was no longer disturbing.I feel safe because I have this voice that only I can hear.

When spring comes, the ice of the river melts, and they collide with each other, making crisp or thick sounds.Qingcezhuang also has rivers passing by, and I like to watch them thaw in early spring.The children are afraid of the cold and don't want to come to the river. In the past, this time is my favorite time, everything is very peaceful.

That year, I went to see the river in early spring, with the sound of "dong, dong" that only I could hear.I listen through my ears, the sounds of the river waking up, and I share the sounds: the river thaws, the frost is blown off the blades of grass, the scarecrow in the field is removed by the old man... many sounds.

I share these sounds, to that mysterious "dong, dong" sound friend, I share my secret with another secret.

But after the river was completely thawed, on that day, when the sun rose, I could no longer hear the sound of "dong, dong".

It seems to have passed away with winter.

I have been looking for it for a long time.

I went to find the tree hole where the little squirrel hid food, to the wild apple grove where the wind blows, to the hillside full of cloudless peppers.

But I got nothing.

My secret it disappeared in Chunyang season.

But the next winter, it came again.Like the sound of summer hail falling.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The interval is still the same as before, a little long, but it gives people a feeling that the link will not be broken.

At that time, I was watching the late goose flying away, and it came riding the wind under the geese's wings.

It turns out that my secret friend is something like a migratory bird.I had already learned how to write the word "migratory bird".I squatted down and wrote two words on the ground with a branch, sharing with this voice the sound of human beings writing on the ground.

And after this voice appeared, within two days, I saw that Mr. Zhongli again in winter.

Snow fell outside the house, and he stood under the eaves to watch the snow, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.Occasionally, a flurry of white snow drifts into his cup, and he lowers his eyes to watch the snowflake melt.

"In the past year, did you come up with any good stories?" He looked back and asked me, exactly the same as the winter of the previous year.

He has not forgotten me, and that fact is enough to make me happy.I don't like to run around in front of others, but when facing this guest, I can boldly walk up and walk in front of him, in front of him.I wanted to share those stories with him.

On the mountain where the severe winter stopped this year, the child had a story to tell him.

I talked about: birds and flowers, waterfalls and rivers, mountains and forests, those demons who escaped from the evil lamps, talked about the summer torrents that didn't destroy the village at all, and talked about the dragon chant heard in Qingce Mountain sound.

I shared so many things, but I didn't mention the "boom, boom" sound in my ear.

Because those stories were all mentioned by adults, and they were stamped to be true, but only I could hear that voice, and I didn't want to be told a lie by this gentleman.

This is clearly a real voice... Only this matter, Mr. Zhongli doesn't want to be sure of it like coaxing a child.

So I hid the thing.

He also told his stories: how the first big ship in Liyue Port was built, and what happened to Tianheng Mountain in the past.There are also some small stories: rare gems were found when gambling on stones, and big fish were caught when fishing.

"Is it helpful to tell you a story?" He stretched out his hand and patted the falling snow off my shoulder.

His voice was so deep that every word sounded like a rock slipping into a spring.

After a long time, he asked, "Do they still call you a fool?"

I shook my head and said no, they all liked my story.

"That's enough." His eyebrows stretched.

In the winter of the second year, Ke Qing left a little late, and he didn't leave until spring was approaching.

I still said goodbye to him at Longqiao.

His footsteps were very slow, and I just remembered that he also followed me to the mountains and woods, but I never chased his footsteps, only he accommodated the footsteps of the people around him.

"Sir...!" I called him because of this thought, I wanted to tell him so much about that "dong" sound.

Sure enough, he stopped, turned around and asked me what was wrong, but there was still trouble?

I murmured for a long time, and he also stood in the snow for a long time.His waiting is a calm and stable state, as if he can stand there for eternity if you don't say the next sentence.

"Sir, sir..." After a long silence, I looked up and smiled at him, "Sir, I'm sorry, I don't know what to say."

He didn't blame me, and he didn't call me to continue talking.

"See you next year." He waved his hand, and I saw snow slipping off his sleeve.

The sound of "dong, dong" next to my ear did not change.The heavy snow rests on the high mountains and plains, the silent land does not speak, and the distant Ke Qing occasionally raises his hand to hold the snow, but he doesn't care if the snow falls in his palm.Anyway, he was covered in frost and snow.

In the spring of the second year, I bid farewell to the sound of "dong, dong", and looked forward to its return in winter.

I bid farewell to it, just like bid farewell to that guest.

I know that there is still time to meet each other, so I will not be lonely.I compiled the story into a book and prepared to tell it to Ke Qing and that voice.

The child grew up and stopped playing the game of running down the steps.

Children grow into teenagers, teenagers into youth.The young man left Qingce Village.

The people at Pojiao couldn't leave. I wrote stories in Qingcezhuang, and it was said that they were sold in Liyuegang.

I have never been unfamiliar with Liyue Port, it is the place that Mr. Zhongli has told countless times.

In the winter of a certain year, I began to fear the cold.I just realized that I'm getting old.

I started to count seconds in my mind, and found that the sound of "Boom, Boom" seemed to have a long interval between them...not much, just less than half a second.But I am so familiar with this sound that I can understand its changes.

That year, Mr. Zhongli came to Qingce Village as usual.

This time, I told my husband this story about the sound of "dong, dong" accompanied by a fool.

"What the hell is that sound?" My hand covered the warm water bag.

Mr. Zhongli drank the tea I made. He was not surprised by my story, nor did he deny it, but he did not coax it into affirmation like he would treat a child.

As I said, the winter in Qingcezhuang is quiet.

So the fires burned, the snow fell, and the voices of the people stopped.

I heard the sound of "Boom, Boom, Boom", as usual, ringing in my ears.

And what about Mr. Zhongli sitting on the other side of the fire?

He put one hand on his heart, the man closed his eyes, and said in a very soft voice: "Boom, boom, boom..."

Every sound coincides with the voice in my ear.

Heavy snow falls outside the window, everything is silent, only the heartbeat of the earth remains the same.

——Boom, boom, boom...

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