[Journey to the West] Monkey, be good

Outside the window, gongs, drums and firecrackers blared.

Today is the day when Wang Sanhua, the second daughter of Zhang Yuan's family, is getting married, and the sedan chair to welcome her has passed before dawn.Zhang Yuanwai is the richest family with a radius of hundreds of miles in the backing village, and Ms. Wang is also as beautiful as a flower.I heard that although the new son-in-law's family is not as rich as the Zhang family, but the family has been a high-ranking official in the court for generations, and he is also powerful and handsome.The two are a good match.

Hearing the sound, the wedding sedan chair has probably received the bride and is about to return, and a large group of people is passing by the path in front of the window.I lay on the window sill and stretched my neck to take a look and join in the fun, but unfortunately the window was closed tightly by Sun Xiucai, and I couldn't even see a fart.

In the past few days, the sky has always been gray, and the wind and sand are heavy. It has not been a month or two since Xiucai has been ill, and the windows cannot be opened.The scholar was always coughing non-stop. He asked the doctor in the neighboring village to come and see him. He said that he was suffering from stagnation and tuberculosis, and the deadline was only two days.Thinking that Xiucai knew his physical condition, he was not surprised, but said lightly, since the cure is death, it is better not to be cured.

A scholar who lost his mother at birth and his father at a young age is a poor man.When I saw him for the first time, I was attracted by his thin body and pale face, and now his skinny face lying on the bed of torn cotton wadding is even more palpitating.In the past, no matter what he did, he looked like a living person. Now, although he was barely alive, there was no trace of life in him.

But yesterday, his spirit suddenly improved a little, and he was able to support himself and get out of bed.Pulling on his worn-out straw sandals, he dug out the last half of the money he had saved for seeing a doctor, put on a jacket, and staggered out the door.It took three or four hours to go, and it was completely dark when I came back.

I don't know where the scholar went, who he met, and what he did during the few hours he was away.I only saw him slamming open the door, fell on the wet ground for a long time and failed to get up, and when he raised his head and propped up the floor little by little, he was already sallow and sunken due to long illness. His cheeks had turned blue-black, and there was a thick layer of blood on his chin.

The scholar's face was full of tears, crying out of tune.He struggled to climb to the side of the table, reached out his hand to reach the flower pot made of clay, and said to me as if it was not me, "That day you gave me Epiphyllum, and said that if you were not married when the Epiphyllum bloomed, you would turn back Find me. But I know that the epiphyllum is hard to bloom, just like you are hard to turn back."

Epiphyllum is a flower that grows in a flower pot.I am a seed accidentally dropped in the flower soil.

This epiphyllum was planted by Xiucai and Wang Sanhua at the beginning, and later they sat together on the haystack under the crooked neck tree at the head of the village, watching the stars all over the sky and waiting for the flowers to bloom.But they failed to wait for Epiphyllum, but they waited for my dogtail grass.

Seeing me rooting and sprouting in the flower pot, it seemed that doves would occupy the magpie's nest, but Xiucai was very angry and wanted to uproot me.Ms. Wang was not happy anymore, she said it was cute to see the little green tassels on my head, and she liked it.So the scholar raised me with the epiphyllum.

However, until Zhang Yuanwai found a good marriage for Miss Wang, the flowers hadn't bloomed yet.

That night, Ms. Wang invited Xiucai to go to the crooked neck tree at the head of the village as usual. The two of them climbed up the haystack, but they watched the stars and the moon all night, and neither of them said a word.Before parting, Ms. Wang gave the flower pot to the scholar, saying what her parents ordered and the matchmaker said, and that there were still a few months before her wedding, and the two of them still had a chance.If she was not married when the epiphyllum bloomed, she eloped with the scholar.

However, until the matchmaker brought three aunts and six hired men to welcome Ms. Wang onto the sedan chair, the epiphyllum never bloomed, but withered little by little.The scholar's life is as withered and decayed as the epiphyllum, which is too weak to withstand the wind.The flower pots were left on the window sill of the thatched cottage and left unattended, only intermittent coughing and moaning wafted into the room.

The sound of suona and firecrackers outside the window gradually faded away, and the cough of the scholar in the house for several months also disappeared.I took a far look at the bed, and there was a skinny body like cottonwood under a thin torn quilt, only the skinny face of a scholar was exposed.His eyes were closed tightly, and no more sound would come out.

"You... look at him..." I shook my head and rubbed the back of the hand of the man in red beside me with my pointed dog tail tassel.He was wearing a golden wristband, his arms were hanging down, his skin was so white that even the light blue blood vessels under the flesh were clearly visible.

He sat on the window sill, and said lightly, "Dead." He crossed his legs, his black boots were embroidered with gold thread, and his fiery red clothes were as festive as the bridegroom outside.

As long as I can remember, the man in red has been following me.Miss Wang and Xiucai sat on the haystack, looked at the stars and the moon, and put me with the flowerpot aside.The man was lying idly on the branch of the crooked neck tree, with one hand under his head, and the other hand was teasing me with a thin wicker.

I only often hear that someone took dogtail grass to tickle others, but I haven't heard of anyone who took wicker to tickle dogtail grass.This person looks like he is idle, he has no business to do all day, and he came to bully me, a little grass.However, my dog's tail grass is born with thick skin and flesh, and I am not afraid of itchiness.After playing a few times and finding it boring, he curled his lips and became honest. He tilted his head and watched the moon quietly with me.Slowly, a godlike expression appeared on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At first I thought that Xiucai could see him too, but after a few days, I realized that I was the only one who could see him in this world.One day I finally couldn't help asking, and he smiled and said to me that he is a god.

I tilted my head and asked curiously: "Are you gods so free every day, so free that you come here to peek at these mortals having sex?"

He pretended to be serious and said: "No, we gods are very busy every day, so busy."

I curled my lips and said, "I don't believe it, you are obviously very idle."

He sat up, slowly put one leg up, looked at me with a smile and said, "Wrong, I'm very busy. I'm busy talking with the person I like——"

That night, the moonlight was extremely beautiful, and the other person was extremely nice.

"Dead?" I was a little surprised, but expected. "Aren't you a god?" I held his little finger and begged anxiously, "The scholar's soul must not be far away, call it for him."

"Life is a matter of life and death. It's his life. I can't save him." He said flatly, jumped off the window sill and said, "The scholar is dead. I'll take you away."

"Don't you not believe in fate?" I blurted out, and immediately froze after speaking.He never said such words to me, but I clearly believed in my heart that these words came from him. "I..." I looked at him in bewilderment, a little at a loss.

His movements paused for a moment, and the smile on the corner of his mouth faded a little bit.I thought he was going to be angry, but unexpectedly he stretched out his fingers and fiddled with my tassels, and said softly: "Huanxi, you shouldn't care about this matter, and you can't care about it."

I chose to take a step back, and said softly, "Isn't it okay to let him see the blooming epiphyllum? This must be his dying wish."

He smiled helplessly, and said in a low voice: "You don't understand people's hearts. What scholars want is for flowers to bloom, but they are not blooming. Like dogtail grass, it is not suitable to be kept in the same flower pot with epiphyllum. Wang Sanhua is destined to be fruitless in this life."

"We do grass and trees, and we don't have any intentions. Naturally, we don't understand people's hearts." I puffed up my small chest, and even felt very proud.

He looked at me with gentle eyes, and with a little teasing, he said: "Not necessarily, I know a peach blossom with a heart." After a pause, he laughed at himself, "It's a pity, until the moment I lost him , I understand his mind."

I said: "Hey - this is your fault. Is it a big misunderstanding and made people sad?"

"It's not entirely a misunderstanding, I was wrong. I failed to put him first in everything, let alone protect him," he said.

"It's okay. Immortals also doze off sometimes, so I can't completely blame you. And I think you have the heart to repent now. You go and apologize. If he is reasonable, he will definitely not bother with you." I said.

"..." He seemed to be surprised by my words, and subconsciously squinted his eyes.

I don't know that he has already apologized, but the other party has not been able to "forgive him"; Speaking of today, neither crying nor laughing.And since then, he has a nickname - "unreasonable".

I said: "Let's not talk about that first, let's talk about the scholar. Since you are a god, saving someone's life is a piece of cake!"

"But in this world, one life is for another. If I save him, there will always be another person in this world who will die because of it." He said frankly.

"..." I was silent for a while, then turned my head to look at the broken window that was closed but leaked everywhere, and said with a smile, "Open the window for me, I want to see the scenery outside the window."

Outside the window, autumn is here.

The epiphyllum always blooms at night, so I'm sure I won't be able to see it anymore.Because I exchanged the remaining half-month of my lifespan for the twelve hours of a scholar, and another bloom of that epiphyllum.

Our dogtail grass will always die in autumn, and it will not be less than ten days and a half months.The scholar used to water, catch insects and fertilize, and took care of me a lot, so it's a repayment.

It wasn't until the end that I learned that Wang Sanhua had already cut off all the roots of the flower when she gave the pot of epiphyllum to the scholar.When the flower was held in the hands of the scholar, it had already started to wither slowly.

I heard that the place where Wang Sanhua is going to get married is in the imperial city, which is very far away from our backing, and it takes three days and three nights to walk.In this way, when the flowers bloom tonight, she will not have time to pay homage to her, since she can't be considered a serious couple if she doesn't.So, will she be able to come back to see the scholar tonight and elope with him as agreed?

I said with emotion: "Being human, love, love, love, crying, life and death, life and death, really troubles. It's better for us to be grass and trees, grass and trees have no heart, don't understand love, and live leisurely and happy every day. If there is an afterlife, I will still do it..."

"Huh? What are you doing?" His slightly cool fingers combed my slender leaves one by one and flattened them carefully.

I asked him, I was going to die, why did he bother.He said that even withered, he wanted me to die with dignity.Because I used to be a respectable person who wanted to save face.I asked him why he knew the former me, and who was the former me.He just smiled and didn't answer.

At this moment, looking at his good-looking features, I feel that although being a plant is leisurely and happy, compared with a human being, I always feel that it is a little less interesting, so I said: "In fact, being a human being is not bad. Only when you have tasted life, old age, sickness, death, love, and parting, can you be regarded as a person." Consummation."