Chapter 33 Epilogue

It was thirty years later, the wind was not strong, and the reeds were still floating, everywhere in sight. Liancheng has half of his temples gray and gray, sitting at the entrance of the village every day, looking at the reed flowers blown by the east wind, recalling the old days.Time passed so fast, she obviously couldn't remember how that little liar Little Jasmine Song Liancheng laughed, how she cried, how she loved, and how she forgot.She is still very happy every day. For thirty years, she has been sitting here every day, watching the reed flowers from the suburbs of Beijing come and change them into snowflakes.Finally, year after year, the reed flowers grayed her temples, and the snow dyed the fine lines between her eyebrows and eyes, but she still smiled, just like when she was seventeen years old, when she met that young boy.

"Since then, General Hengtai has lived happily with the princess, and there is no news of Liancheng in the world." Liancheng smiled, and ended the story in her mouth, and the men and women surrounding her were all in an uproar. A young man approached Liancheng and asked, "Oh, mother-in-law, is what you said true?" Liancheng smiled, and slowly stood up from the big rock at the entrance of the village, shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter if it's true or not, a story is just a story after all, and if you can enjoy it for a moment, it's worth it. Why bother with the rest? ?”

A young girl seemed to be still immersed in the story, and hurriedly asked: "Grandmother, will that Jiang Yichen come back?" Liancheng was taken aback, thought for a while, and shook his head expressionlessly: "I don't know." "Then, did Doctor Sun really die for love in the end?" Another girl Tian Tian asked. Lian Cheng still shook his head: "I don't know either." The young man who spoke just now suddenly asked again: "Mother-in-law, did General Hengtai go to find Liancheng in the end?" Liancheng looked at him, smiled slightly, and asked him back: "If you were General Hengtai, would you go to Liancheng?"

The young man thought for a while, frowned, and said hesitantly, "I don't know, but I think since Liancheng wants to hide from him at ease, he shouldn't be able to find him, right?" Liancheng nodded: "Yes! The story is happening, continuing, and changing every day. Who can tell for sure?" As he spoke, he raised his head, only to see that there was heavy snow falling in the sky, and it was still snowing heavily. The teenagers were jumping for joy at this time, shouting: "Oh! It's snowing! Don't listen! Don't listen! Come and listen to my mother-in-law's story tomorrow!"

The crowd dispersed, leaving only Lian Cheng guarding under the old tree at the entrance of the village.She looked at the snowflakes all over the sky, dazed in a daze. She was thinking about that story, after so many years, is it still a story without an end? Turning around quietly, with blurred vision, I saw the figure slowly approaching in the white snow shadow, as if walking from the direction where the reed flowers floated.She thought, she must be getting old to be so dazzled.She laughed at herself, turned around and was about to move away, but she heard an old call from behind, floating gently——

"Spring is coming soon, and Jasmine is about to bloom." Liancheng did not move in the end, she stood blankly in the wind and snow, turned her head in a daze to look in the direction of the voice, and watched the increasingly clear and real figure coming from the overwhelming snow.She didn't dare to move, afraid that he was just a shadow in a trance, and she would not be able to find him again if she turned the direction.She looked at him, the person in front of her, whom she had seen and thought about for half her life, but she never thought that she was only gray and half temples, while he was already full of white hair.

Liancheng looked at the old him, he looked at the same old Liancheng, there was a long silence, only the sound of tears falling. "Spring is coming soon, and Jasmine is about to bloom—" He laughed again, and opened his arms towards her, with tears in his eyes, smiling foolishly. After being in a trance for a long time, she finally smiled like a flower.Her lips trembled, and she uttered those two syllables, as if going back thirty years in time, she tilted her head, stood on the bank of the reeds, and called out with a smile—"Hengtai!" It turned out that she had waited for the reeds year after year, sent away the snow year after year, and finally, the ending of this story came.