[Meet Nishuihan] There is a Taohuawu in the dream

"Ma'am, the maple leaves have dried and can be put away."

I took the red maple from the maid and carefully put it into the wooden box. There are fourteen pieces of red maple in there, big and small. Including this year's piece, it is No.15.

I couldn't help pushing aside the stack of red maple leaves, and I ran my fingertips across the edges and corners of the leaf tips, as if his warmth still remained on them.

"Sure enough, the maple leaves every year are better than last year's red."

This is the agreement between me and him. Every year when the mountains are full of red maples, we will go to the red forest together to pick out the most unique one.

Although his health is getting worse every year, he remembers fewer and fewer things, but the matter of picking red leaves seems to be engraved in his bones, and he often talks about it several days in advance.

"Ma'am, Master Hou is awake."

Suddenly someone came outside to report, and I didn't have time to pack the box, so I hugged it and ran over with my skirt.

He woke up.

From a distance, I saw him half leaning against the head of the bed.

"You're awake!" I trotted to his bedside with the pile of red leaves in my arms, panting slightly when I sat down, "Look, I've sorted out the 15-year-old maple leaves, do you want to see them?"

I spread the red maple pieces on the bed in order. They are big or small, bright or light. Every time I take out a piece, it seems that what we said when we picked maple leaves together that year appeared in front of my eyes.

While I was posing, I sneaked a look at his sharp side face, and my face softened unconsciously.

"what is this"

He suddenly asked a question, casually, but it didn't seem like he was joking with me.

Also, he never joked about it.

My heart sank for a moment, the corners of my upturned mouth froze on my face, but the little thought on the tip of my heart was still hanging, I said slowly: "This is the maple leaf you personally accompanied me to pick a few days ago."

He looked up at me, then looked down again, silent.

"We pick a maple leaf every year and keep it. You also said that this is the most unique token of love in the world."

I immediately added a sentence, and even I didn't notice it, the tone of the words became more and more low, and the tone began to tremble.

Is that day still here?

he forgot all that day

Unwilling to give up, I struggled to speak in his cold silence.

"It was actually colder than usual that day. I said we could wait a little longer. It was you who insisted that the red maples were the most abundant that day, and only the red leaves were worthy of me. Could it be that you..."

"Sorry. I don't remember."

Before I could finish speaking, he interrupted me hastily.

I saw him sitting up with the edge of the bed, throwing off the quilt and getting out of bed.

In a hurry, he seemed to glance at me briefly, probably seeing my bloodshot eyes and tears about to fall, he was stunned for a moment, and the strange eyes left me again for just a moment.

At the moment when the quilt was lifted, fifteen pieces of red maple on the face were swept up into the sky by the sudden wind, and floated on the beam for a long time before flying down.

"Turn back!"

I called him to stop him, he turned sideways slowly, the sky full of red leaves happened to fall in front of our eyes, blocking our sight of each other, and there were a few of them floating between us for a long time as if on purpose.

"This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be even better. I know who I am with"

Hong Feng fell to the ground with the voice.

I looked into his eyes, it was rare for him to avoid my sight today, but he looked at me emotionlessly at the moment, as if he just wanted to find some answer from my moist eye sockets.

He remained silent.

"This year's flowers are better than last year's red." I couldn't help but choked up, took a few deep breaths, and said again, "It's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. I know who I will be with."

He smiled apologetically at me. I had never seen that kind of helpless expression on his face.

In the blur of tears, I saw him turn around and continue to move forward, getting farther and farther away from me.

"Fang should see!"

I called his name, but he was indifferent, as if the name never belonged to me.

He walked forward without stopping, and I didn't catch up. I just watched him disappear into my eyes quietly with tears in my eyes.

The story stopped here, without warning, without ending.

There was only a sad echo left, listen carefully, it was probably the sentence: "You should look at the same age as Qing."

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