gentle fairy tale

Yu Mian returned to Mingchuan again in spring.

It was warm and cold in March and April, and she was wearing a white lambswool coat, walking on Anxi Road several times, and finally stopped.I still want to go back and have a look, maybe I will meet Aunt Pei, maybe I won't.If you encounter it... just find a reason.

She opened the iron gate, entered the courtyard, stopped suddenly in front of the gate, and looked up to read the words on the gate plate.

She remembered that Pei Songxi taught her to recite addresses when she was a child.

No. 268, Anxi Road, Mingchuan City.

The red doorplate has experienced wind and rain, and the wooden paint has faded, but the writing on it is still very clear, Pei Songxi and Mianmian's home.

At that time, Pei Songxi knew what was lacking in her heart. She had such an indifferent personality, but she always took her feelings to heart.

Yu Mian lowered her head and smiled, and stood outside the door for a long time without going in.

She walked around the yard.When I came back from the Qingming Festival last year, there seemed to be more camellias planted in the yard. This year, I saw a new rose, but the flowers have not bloomed yet.Only the cherry blossoms are in bloom. It seems that this cherry tree was planted when she was in middle school. It has not bloomed for so many years, but it finally bloomed this year.

Yu Mian stood under the cherry blossom tree, and the spring breeze blew past her ears, making the branches rustle, and the pink and soft petals also fell with the wind.She raised her hand, and a cherry blossom petal fell on her fingertips, and soon fell from her fingertips into the soil.

She stood silently in the spring breeze and flower rain, slightly raised her head to look at the petals in mid-air, and suddenly felt a little more sad in her heart.

Maybe it's time to go.

She walked out, only took a few steps, and met the eyes of the person not far away.

Pei Songxi was standing not far away, and I don't know how long she stood or watched.

Her appearance was reflected in those flat lake-like eyes.

A girl under the cherry tree in spring.

Beautiful like a dream.

When Pei Songxi heard herself calling her name, her voice was hoarse: "Mianmian..."

...It's someone I haven't seen for more than half a year.

Yu Mian originally thought of a series of reasons to explain why she was here and why she came back suddenly.But as soon as she heard her voice, she couldn't help walking towards her: "... Aunt Pei, what's wrong with you?"

Pei Songxi looked at her, and called her name again, with restrained pain in his voice: "Mianmian..."

Yu Mian saw the bloodshot eyes under her eyes, saw her almost haggard expression, and grabbed her hand, only to find that it was very hot: "Are you sick?"

Pei Songxi stared at her and didn't speak for a long time, until she fell into her arms, with her hot forehead pressed against her neck—she had a fever.

Yu Mian panicked, hugged her and helped her upstairs.

She called her in a panic, and every time she called, Pei Songxi responded gently, but she seemed to be not so clear from the fever, and she didn't know how long she had been burning, and how she became dizzy like this.

When helping her to go upstairs, Yu Mian passed the photo wall and froze for a moment.

It's been two years... no new pictures, no pictures of them.

The most recent one was taken by Pei Songxi at the airport before she went to university. She turned her head and smiled, like the cleanest dew on a branch in the morning, full of vigor and hope.

There seemed to be a disconnect between them, a disconnect.

But now she is not in the mood to think so much.

Yu Mian opened the door of Pei Songxi's room, put her on the bed, covered her with the quilt, and went downstairs to the living room to find the family medicine box. Fortunately, there were still unexpired antipyretics at home.It's just that there isn't even a pot of hot water in the kitchen, and the water dispenser is empty. She boiled water on the stove in a hurry, and then hurried upstairs.

Pei Songxi was very dizzy, but she was still awake. After taking the medicine, her eyes like a lake were still clear: "You...why did you come back suddenly?"

Yu Mian pursed her lower lip, remained silent for a moment, with a stubborn expression on her face.

She turned her head and was about to say something when she saw a lot of medicine on the bedside cabinet.The small white medicine jars are neatly arranged together, and the drawer is half open, as if the owner forgot to close it.

If she hadn't come back suddenly, if Pei Songxi hadn't had a fever, she wouldn't have seen it at all.

She choked up slightly, tears finally fell down uncontrollably: "Aunt Pei, what's wrong with you?"

Pei Songxi followed her gaze, hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand to wipe her tears: "I'm fine. I just don't sleep well, you know, you know. It's okay."

Yu Mian hummed lightly, as if she didn't quite believe her answer, she just looked at those small white medicine bottles and shed tears silently.

Pei Songxi turned to look at her and stroked her hair: "Stop crying, Mianmian."

Yu Mian tried very hard to suppress her emotions, her voice was still trembling: "I'm sorry. I didn't take good care of you."

Pei Songxi's voice was as soft as a whisper: "What's none of your business... Mianmian."

Yu Mian remained silent and did not look at her, and did not speak for a while.

She didn't want her to see her cry anymore, so she reached out and turned off the light. The curtains were already drawn, and the whole room was suddenly dark.

She said softly in the dark: "Go to sleep, I will stay with you here for a while."

Pei Songxi hummed lightly.

As if in a trance, I went back to that winter night a few years ago.At that time, she also had a fever, and Mianmian just stayed by her bedside, saying that she would not be left alone... Time passed so quickly, it seemed that nothing had changed, but everything had changed.

The room became quiet, and her breathing gradually became lighter, as light as cherry blossom petals outside the window, quietly falling in mid-air.

Yu Mian leaned against the bed, watching her blurred outline in the darkness.

Although she couldn't see her appearance clearly, she seemed to be able to feel her breathing and heartbeat in the silence.

She leaned against the bed and gradually fell asleep.

I don't know how long she slept, but when she woke up, Yu Mian realized that the bedside lamp was turned on, probably because Pei Songxi woke up halfway, but now, she seemed to be asleep again, and her breathing was extraordinarily smooth and long.

Yu Mian stared at the lamp light in a daze.

Like countless late nights, she was downstairs, looking at the lamp upstairs.She dared not come in.

Pei Songxi faced her sideways, as if sleeping very deeply, with thick and slender eyelashes drawn down, casting a faint shadow on the eyelids.Occasionally, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if even the snowflakes were about to melt, fragile and beautiful.

Yu Mian looked at her crow-feather eyelashes, and suddenly remembered the question she asked her when she was a child.

Her gaze fell on her cheek with some infatuation, and she whispered to herself: "Aunt Pei, do you know how many eyelashes you have?"

Yu Mian slightly curled the corners of her lips, bent down, and slowly approached, the sour and sweet feeling invaded every cell of her.She could not control herself to get closer, the distance between them was very close, so close that she could clearly see her distinct slender eyelashes.

She couldn't help it, and wanted to kiss her secretly.

She pursed her lower lip, then slowly lowered her head, her petal-like lips brushed against Pei Songxi's eyelashes.

She kissed her eyelashes so reverently: "You don't know how many eyelashes you have. It's like you never knew, I love you."

The Sleeping Beauty under the lamp, her sleeping face is peaceful and serene, picturesque, from her perspective, the beauty is trembling.After the desolation and indifference when she was awake faded away, she seemed to see her loneliness and fragility, which was pitiful.

Yu Mian lay on the bedside watching her for a long time, then suddenly said softly: "You know that, right."

The peaceful and peaceful atmosphere was broken just like that.

The Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale returned to the world, her slender eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled twice, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her voice trembled: "Go out."

She is awake.

Yu Mian knew she was awake from the very beginning.

As early as when she bent down and saw the slightly trembling arc of her eyelashes, she knew it.

How bold she is.

He obviously planned to tell Aunt Pei all this when he grows up a bit, at least until she can stand shoulder to shoulder with her.But she came back secretly, she saw her, she found that Pei Songxi was sick, and she guessed that she was taking medicine... She was so distressed that she was going crazy.

She approached her even more boldly, only suddenly, looking at her crimson lips withered due to a low-grade fever, she asked softly: "Aunt Pei, if I was a little more bold just now, how about kissing you directly?"

Pei Songxi turned sideways, with his back to her. She hadn't spoken for a long time, and her voice seemed a little out of her control, so she just repeated: "...you go out."

Yu Mian stood up, some questions had been kept in her heart for too long, she finally decided to ask: "I'm by your side, can't, right?"

Maybe she didn't hide it that well, maybe she already knew.

When she gave her the painting at the station, her expression revealed the emotions in her heart.She clearly saw the water in her eyes, hiding deep, deep feelings... It's just that she's not sure yet.

Pei Songxi's voice was as soft as a sigh: "I'm sorry..."

Yu Mian slightly bent the corner of her lower lip, smiled, and there was a flash of water in her eyes: "Don't say sorry to me, Aunt Pei. You...really, really don't like me at all?"

She is not completely imperceptible.

She doesn't believe it... She obviously...

Pei Songxi slowly closed his eyes, his voice was hoarse, and his voice seemed to be dissipated in the evening wind, but it was a cold and cruel judgment: "...No."