One big and one small are practicing love

The crisp chirping of birds, several near and several far away, vibrated among the empty mountain trees. Hearing this makes me feel peaceful.

Unconsciously, the rain became heavier and the birdsong became less frequent. Rain fell from the gaps between the trees, and the small raindrops scattered on the leaves condensed into large water droplets and rolled down. Rain, big and small, kept falling.

Zuo Kunmin's clothes were covered with sparkling water drops, his hair was hanging wet, and the water from the tips of his hair dripped down his cheeks, making his skin itchy. Zuo Kunmin wiped the rain off his face with the back of his hand, stood up and twisted his aching waist, and then still squatted in the mud, pulling weeds one by one.

At this moment, Zuo Kunmin was pulling out a weed that was extremely difficult to pull out. He didn't know its name. The leaves are as slender as a leek, growing sideways, soft and tough, and the roots are very deep and strong. Zuo Kunmin tried to pull it out three times, but he still couldn't pull it out.

When pulling out for the fourth time, Zuo Kunmin held the bottom where the leaves were connected with his hands, stepped wider with his feet, gritted his teeth, frowned, and tried his best. Unexpectedly, his foot slipped and he fell to the muddy ground. Half of the blades of grass were torn off, but the roots were still there.

There were several bloody cuts on the tiger's mouths of Zuo Kunmin's hands.

Zuo Kunmin lowered his hands, propped up his calves, and sat casually on the dirt floor. When I looked up, I was facing Wang Luoxia's tombstone.

"Xiaoxia, look how useless I am, I can't even pull out a blade of grass." As she said this, two lines of hot tears rolled down her face.

"Xiaoxia, tell me. Can I do this? Can I...can do it?" As she spoke, she choked with sobs.

A shrill bird song suddenly sounded. Zuo Kunmin raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw many birds, huddled in twos and threes among the trees. He didn't know which bird it was that made such a shrill call.

Zuo Kunmin looked up at the bird on the tree and burst into tears: "You can all hear me, right? I already know that you all love me, but why did you all leave me? Let me bear so much alone. Because I have done something wrong, are you going to punish me together?"

A few birds flew away, fluttered a few times, and disappeared without a trace. A few more birds flew over, shook the rain off their bodies, and stood safely among the trembling branches.

When the alarm rang, Liu Xiaochen sat up quickly as if he was frightened. His vision was dark, and his mind was buzzing.

After the blood supply to his brain was sufficient and he could see the light clearly, Liu Xiaochen gritted his teeth and endured the pain, grabbed his cell phone and turned off the alarm.

The buzzing in my ears subsided, replaced by the sound of rain. Turning to look out the window, it was raining heavily. Suddenly, Liu Xiaochen felt as if he had gone back in time. The same thing happened when he came here for the first time last year. When he woke up, he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

But at that time, I had just met Zuo Kunmin, and the leaves outside the window were gradually falling green. At this moment, new buds sprouted from the leaves outside the window, and the two became lovers.

After regaining consciousness. Liu Xiaochen got out of bed and hurried to the kitchen and looked out the window. Zuo Kunmin was seen sitting in the mud, his face covered with rainwater.

Regardless of disturbing him, Liu Xiaochen walked straight to the door, picked up a black umbrella on the shelf at the door, opened the door and went out.

It was windy, rainy and cold.

Liu Xiaochen was sweating finely, and when the cold wind blew, he suddenly got goosebumps all over his body. Ignoring all this, as if there was something urgent to do, Liu Xiaochen quickly walked to the grave, came to Zuo Kunmin, held up his umbrella to him, and squatted next to him.

"Teacher Zuo, I just dreamed of Teacher Wang." Liu Xiaochen spoke a little faster.

Zuo Kunmin's vague eyes suddenly lit up and he was looking at Liu Xiaochen.

"Teacher Wang stood under a big tree, beckoning me over, and asked me to tell you something. She..."

Before Liu Xiaochen could finish speaking, Zuo Kunmin suddenly grabbed Liu Xiaochen's arm and asked urgently: "What?"

"She said. 'Don't be afraid, move forward, I believe in you.'"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Xiaochen clearly saw Zuo Kunmin shed two lines of tears. Seeing this, Liu Xiaochen felt sad and shed tears.

Zuo Kunmin stretched out his hand and pulled Liu Xiaochen into his arms. Neither of them spoke anymore, and they hugged each other tightly in the cool wind and rain.

Soon, Liu Xiaochen felt Zuo Kunmin's body shaking and heard muffled sobs.

After a while, Zuo Kunmin felt that Liu Xiaochen's body was shaking violently, and his breathing was rising and falling violently, as if he was holding back something.

Zuo Kunmin let go of Liu Xiaochen, looked down and saw Liu Xiaochen biting his trembling lips, his eyes red and swollen. He held Liu Xiaochen's shoulders, stood up vigorously, and said, "Xiaoxiao, if you have time, I will go home with you to see your parents and brother." As he said this, he reached out to wipe the tears on her face.

Liu Xiaochen remained silent and nodded slightly. Seeing his stretched out palm, there were many bloody spots and it was full of green and black grass juice. She grabbed his hand, shed some new tears, and choked with sobs: "Let's go back."

Back in the room, Liu Xiaochen cleaned Zuo Kunmin's wounds, put on a waterproof band-aid, and then Zuo Kunmin went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Liu Xiaochen placed comfortable home clothes on the bedside, picked up the wet clothes on the floor, and went to the bathroom outside. Scrub the mud off the clothes with your hands and put them in the washing machine.

After finishing these tasks, Liu Xiaochen went to the kitchen again.

The air holes in the casserole lid and the edge of the pot were bursting with steam, so she opened the lid with a cloth. A cloud of white water vapor with a strong and delicious smell suddenly rushed out.

Wait until the water vapor dissipates. Liu Xiaochen looked down at the color of the soup, which had turned brown. Then use a white milk pot to scoop out some. Cut some ginger slices, green onions, add to the milk pot, and sprinkle with a little sea salt and pepper. Boil for a while and serve in a white porcelain bowl.

Place the soup on the table. As soon as he put down the bowl, Zuo Kunmin came out of the room and walked straight towards the kitchen. He wore a loose and soft navy blue v-neck sweater, gray and black cotton pants, and his hair was wet.

"Teacher Zuo, let's drink a bowl of hot soup to dispel the cold." Liu Xiaochen said, pulling out a chair.

Zuo Kunmin sat down, held a white porcelain spoon, and took a sip of the hot soup. It was delicious and slightly spicy. After one sip, he felt warm in his stomach.

"Thank you, Xiaoxiao." Zuo Kunmin said sincerely.

Liu Xiaochen smiled and said: "Teacher Zuo, you drink the soup slowly, and I will go upstairs to bring some fruit and hot water to the children."

After saying that, Liu Xiaochen went to the kitchen again, cut the fruit, poured hot water, put it on the dinner plate, and walked slowly upstairs.

Zuo Kunmin drank hot soup and watched Liu Xiaochen doing these housework. The rain rustled outside, and he felt deep peace and tranquility in his heart.

At this moment, it felt as if the world did not exist and he was only with this warm little home.