Chapter 67 Chapter 67 Cardamom Sprinkles

The sun, it seems that because there was too much sorrow last night, it rose very early this morning. The first ray of sunlight pierced the heavy darkness, tore through the morning fog, and dried the morning dew on the new leaves— Then, the abundant and exuberant youthful vigor flew up in this piece of green mountains and fields, along with the torn thick fog. On the winding mountain road, the grayish-yellow sandstone is also reflected by the rising sun, turning it into a brilliant golden color, just like a golden road among the green trees in the mountains, life, in the early spring morning , for people, it is indeed too beautiful.

Suddenly—on this mountain road paved with gold, there were bursts of melodious singing in the wind. The voice was soft and graceful, but it was indistinct. chant: "Many days have not been in the mountains, The mountain road suddenly feels the depth of spring, Green leaves covered withered trees, Xinshui competes to learn the sound of the piano, There are also pairs of wild butterflies flying around, It seems to be intended to impress people's hearts." The singing is approaching, and following the graceful singing, a charming girl who seems to be only thirteen or fourteen years old is walking briskly on the mountain road. The spring grass, like a happy oriole, walks briskly and sings briskly!

"How many pictures the world has, Have you ever painted such mountains, forests and ponds? How many poems are there in the world, But Zeng Yong is so exquisite and slim, Natural beauty can't be painted! Waiting for Xie Yong, Also lost to the good bird on the branch... Good bird on branch. " what! "How many poems are there in the world?" I don't know, and I don't know how many poems in the world have been praised and chanted for the mountains and fields in the early spring morning. The song chanted in a low voice, because it is so natural, so natural that there is no restraint, just like the breeze in the spring night, the flowing water, and the worm's voice, use the most natural song to praise the beauty of nature, that will not last forever Is it the most exciting?

ah! "How many pictures are there in the world?" I don't know, and I don't know, how many pictures are painted by masters in the world, because even if someone can describe her bright eyes, they can't describe the brilliance in her eyes, even if someone can describe them. Her delicate smile can't describe the sweetness in her smile, even if someone can describe her slim figure, they can never describe the youthful vitality contained in her body. She walked up from the bottom of the mountain briskly and joyfully, her pink clothes, among the green earth, like a gentle evening cloud, slowly flying over in the blue sky, all the melancholy and misfortune in the world seemed to be gone. Go away because of her arrival.

The singing stopped. Her bright eyes glanced admiringly at every scene in the spring breeze.Footsteps still moved briskly, hair fluttering behind her. but-- On such a bright and pleasant spring morning, in such a beautiful and quiet Bishan field, there are still people who sigh so melancholy and so heavily! She stopped and listened intently. This sigh seemed to come from a small red-topped pavilion in a small forest on a hillside on the other side of the mountain road, and it seemed to be more than one person. She frowned slightly, but the smile on the corner of her mouth did not disappear, she hesitated for a moment, and then began to walk towards the mountain pavilion.

There was only a "snap", like two fists hitting each other, or hitting the table with your palm. Then, an old voice said slowly: "Second, do you think it's strange that you haven't come yet, oh—" He sighed heavily, and said: "The third brother will always have this kind of disregard for people's temper, and he doesn't care whether others are anxious or not. Second brother, do you hear clearly, is this what the third brother is talking about?" Another sigh, another melancholy and heavy voice, also said slowly: "Brother, the third brother will come! He... oh!"

He seemed to want to say something more, but finally ended his words with a sigh, and the old and heavy voice said again: "It will come... it will come, I hope he will come, ah... third brother, you know, elder brother will never be malicious to you, ah—— third brother, don't you know?" The old, melancholy, heavy, and emotional voice came from a distance and reached the girl's ears. She blinked her eyes quietly and walked up the hill. In the exquisite mountain pavilion, there is a stone table and four stone piers. On the stone piers sit two middle-aged men in blue shirts, with slightly short beards under their chins. Sitting quietly at the table, he seemed very melancholy, but also very tired.

There are emerald green railings beside the pavilion, and two men in blue shirts are standing against the railing, with melancholy and tired expressions on their faces, but they are exactly the same as the two people in the pavilion. They lean on the railing silently, looking into the distance, as if Looking at something, it seems to be looking forward to something. The young girl walked over lightly, her eyes turned and met theirs, her heart skipped a beat, she just felt that the eyes of these four people were so sharp, so melancholy and tired, they couldn't move The sharp brilliance in their eyes faded away.

She blinked her eyes, strode over, a sweet smile began to appear on the corner of her mouth, she smiled coquettishly, and briskly said to the four strangers: "It's a beautiful day today, isn't it?" The four men in blue shirts were all stunned, and quickly exchanged glances, so they all knew that none of them knew this girl well, and they glanced back again. Outside, there is no one left. So they knew that the girl was talking to them, but they didn't recognize her, and they didn't know why she was talking to them. Four pairs of eyes glanced at the girl like lightning, and they only felt that her smile was like that. Sweet, with kind eyes, no one could refuse to answer what she said.

The melancholy old man coughed dryly, forced a smile on his face, nodded and said: "Yes, little girl, the weather is really nice today." The girl looked at him without blinking her eyes, and when she saw him smile, she laughed even sweeter. She clapped her hands happily and laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, you laughed. I thought you couldn't laugh!" The old man let out a dry cough again, and looked back at the other three people, and saw that they all seemed to have some smiles in their eyes, but they were all holding back and didn't laugh. He has been steady and serious all his life, and others regard him as his elder brother and strict father. No one has ever said such a thing in front of him. At this moment, he looks at this girl's sweet smile, and his melancholy and old mood seems to have begun to change. Warmly, said softly:

"Little girl, where are you going? The mountains here are very deep. Will you get lost?" The other three men in blue shirts exchanged strange glances. They had never seen him speak in such a demeanor, especially when the person he was speaking to was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl. However, they didn't express the strangeness in their hearts. The girl blinked her bright eyes and said with a smile: "I won't get lost, I'm with my mother, old man, I just hope you won't sigh, look, the sky is so blue, the trees are so green, the winter is over, and now it's so Beautiful spring, there is nothing in the world that cannot be resolved, old man, why should you sigh?" Her delicate voice, sweet smile, and gentle persuasion in her words made the melancholy on the faces of the four men in blue in the small pavilion quickly replaced by a burst of smiles. So she nodded in satisfaction, smiled coquettishly and said: "I'm leaving, and I have to accompany my mother to find someone. I hope the person you are waiting for will come soon." She smiled and waved her hand, and walked briskly up the mountain again like a butterfly .