Chapter 59 All the way to the same destination (2)

In the early morning of that day, I watched the rain gradually stop on the street until it turned into scattered fine raindrops.A white cloud appeared in the sky, the vast mountains in the distance became clear, and there was a faint fragrance of orchids in the air.He drank a little too much wine, his footsteps were unsteady, and he walked on the stone path back to the hotel.Suddenly felt that it was time to go back.End the life of wandering in a lonely town. Before leaving, he found a reason to meet Qing Zhao.I know that there won't be too many opportunities to see her, or it will only be one or two sides like this.The time for a good guy or an interesting guy is always fleeting.It is often a bunch of boring people who need to socialize.This is also a law of life.I know I have nostalgia for her.Although I don't get access to her world at all.

It was an unexpectedly sunny day.My friend drove me to Haidong.Walking through the narrow mudstone path, I saw a big house by the sea.It is a steel structure, using blue bricks and log carvings, and the style is gorgeous and generous.There is a small statue of Buddha carved in stone at the gate.The courtyard has aroused water flow, and there are sparse and neat plants, including pines and cypresses, camellias, and large pots of orchids.The erected glass corridor can bask in the sun and overlook the sea.Outside the whole row of floor-to-ceiling glass in the living room is the sparkling sea.There are large areas of rhododendrons and shrubs beside the rocks by the sea.Wild cactus.The old trees rustled in the wind.

She has at least five cats.American Shorthair, British Shorthair, and Civet.Those beautiful big cats flash quietly in the courtyard, and sometimes lie down and sleep in the sun.I was naturally shocked.Maybe after she gave up writing, all her aesthetics and imagination were put in real life. The friend said goodbye beforehand and left.Qingzhao made tea for me, which was the best Pu'er.She still wore embroidered shoes and a cardigan.She said, you drink tea, wait for me a moment.A couple of beaded necklaces I'm working on today just got inspired and I'm going to finish them off first.Her posture is natural and has nothing to do with me.I said, you go.I'm fine with the sun.Lying on a sofa in the corner of the courtyard, the warm dry sun was shining on my hair and face, so I took off my shoes and lay on my side.The sound of the tide turning could be heard vaguely.Children and cats used to come close to me and play around.But my mind was at peace, and I fell asleep unconsciously.

When I woke up, it was already around four o'clock in the afternoon.The sun changed direction.There was an extra wool blanket over me.The boy was called into the room to read.Qingzhao was sitting at the other end of the sofa, holding a cat in his arms, looking at the lush and quiet flowers and plants in the courtyard, smoking a cigarette.She smoked in a generous and lonely posture, gently exhaled the smoke ring, inhaled it into the nasal cavity, and then swallowed it into the throat.It seems that no matter whether she is sitting in the courtyard of a small village or in a high-end restaurant, her expression will be the same calm and composed.

I said, what do you do here every day. Get up early, tend to the kids, garden and pets.Go to the market to buy groceries, cook three meals a day, do something to help neighbors and the community.Some jewelry is made by hand, and a group of customers come to buy it regularly.Don't need to make a living out of it, so just do it for fun. I said, have you ever thought that you would live like this before? She said, thought about it.Knowing that freedom and peace come at a price, I worked hard for several years and never let up.Obtain an independent economic foundation, and you can escape from the world.Recluse requires doing things.Only by reconciling the two can we obtain the crown of life.These are the words of a Himalayan saint.I've always wanted to get out of the city.And I don't need anyone to remember me.

Dinner is fresh broad beans, live fish and tofu stew from Erhai Lake, and vegetables picked from the fields in the backyard of the house.The rice is fragrant and delicious.The last dessert was creme brulee.Qing Zhao educated and cared for the children at home by herself.Her man didn't show up.A friend told me that they have never been married, just living together.The man's surname is Song.Ordinary, but he loves and takes care of her, is tenacious, and is willing to be the hidden person behind her.It is very rare. She kept me at home and showed me the guest room.Outside the large glass windows are reefs and an ancient osmanthus tree.There was an electric blanket on the bed.She said, I have something for you.She produced a lacquer box depicting peonies and parrots.Open it, there is a notebook, some letters and manuscripts inside.A 1982 edition of "History of Dialectical Law".'It's something I've kept to myself for a long time,' she said.Now I want to give it to you.I'm not going to keep them anymore.Think you can come and read it.She smiled softly, as one gets old, the less things one should be burdened with, the better.