withered willow leaves

That night I was lying on the bed, not feeling sleepy at all, and my mind was full of the scene of pure white catkins fluttering and green shadows under the trees during the day, which I couldn’t get rid of.I opened and closed my eyes countless times, but I still couldn't get rid of it from my mind. Finally, I sighed as if giving up, closed my eyes completely, tried to calm myself down, and gradually fell asleep with the picture that disturbed my mind.

"Young Master Pianpian, Xiaosheng is so sweet." Hearing this sentence, he looked up at the sky and turned to look at me, those eyes that I like were stained with the smile I like to see.Sitting in a wheelchair, I stretched out a hand as far as I could to touch the corner of one of his eyes.He also raised his right hand to cover the back of my hand, then sat up straight, and slowly, slowly approached me.

Open your eyes, it's already dawn.The sunlight from outside shines in through the windows, making the room bright.I raised my hand and touched my lips. It was a dream, but why did I dream of such a situation?Sitting up with his hands propped on the bed, he looked at the closed window.I had that kind of dream, and the other person in the dream was actually Mr. Liu outside, why?I can't figure it out, my heart seems to be more chaotic than yesterday.

I didn't want to leave the room, so the maid brought breakfast to the room.When my mother came to see me, she thought I was sick, but I said no, I just wanted to read a book quietly in the room.

I have nothing to do, I can’t continue writing, and I can’t concentrate on reading, so I simply took a pen and sketched on the rice paper. After a long while, I stopped the pen, and the scene I dreamed about last night appeared on the paper.Catkins were flying all over the sky, and the two cuddled intimately.This is the second thing, the most beautiful thing in the world.Looking at this painting, I feel so in my heart.

I finally couldn't hold back and opened the door.The cyan figure was still lazily leaning against his tree to doze off as usual.At this time, he tilted his head and looked at me, smiling silently.

Looking at Mr. Liu's calm smile, I didn't know why I was hiding in my room this morning, thinking wildly and not daring to face him.Thinking about it, I felt a little funny in my heart, I looked back at him and bent the corner of my mouth.

I suddenly remembered that one afternoon, I was sitting next to Mr. Liu, holding a weeping willow branch with my hand and gently pulling it, and said, "Mr. Liu, what does it feel like to like someone?"

Mr. Liu looked at my movements, with a slightly curled up corner of his mouth: "Haven't you read many story books?"

"The stories in the story book include the heartbeat of falling in love at first sight, the plain warmth of love for a long time, the vigorous and extraordinary love, the heartbreaking parting of life and death, and the love between human beings and demons. No matter how much you read, you can't understand Personally experience the emotions described in the book." I said that that day, but now I suddenly feel that I seem to have realized that the moment I saw Mr. Liu open his eyes for the first time, that feeling was the same as that in the book. Say something heart-pounding.When I can't see Mr. Liu, I always think about him who is separated by a wall. That feeling is the missing in the book.

"You will realize it in the future." Mr. Liu replied to me at that time.

"Mr. Liu, have you ever had one?" I asked him.

Those blue eyes glanced at me, and were covered by the lowered pupils again. Mr. Liu shook his head and said softly, "No."

At that time, I felt that Mr. Liu, who answered that question, seemed a little lonely. I thought that maybe it touched on Mr. Liu's sad past, and I was a little inexplicably lost, so I changed the topic.

Now, I'm tempted to go on.

"Mr. Liu, what is it like to like someone?" I sat at the door of the room, looked at Mr. Liu in the yard, and asked the same question as that day.

"You seem to have asked before." Mr. Liu still looked at me with a smile and said.

"Really? Mr. Liu, have you ever liked anyone?"

"You seem to have asked this before." Mr. Liu's smile was tinged with helplessness.

"I said that no matter how many scripts I read, I still can't understand the emotions described in the story. However, I understand it now. Mr. Liu, I..."

"Jin'er." Mr. Liu interrupted me.He lowered his eyes and turned his head back.I heard him say: "Jin'er, let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a son from a rich family who fell in love with his cousin who came to live with him, and the cousin also fell in love with the son after getting along day by day. , the two communicated with each other logically. They are usually careful not to reveal their relationship, but paper cannot contain fire after all. No matter how careful they are, there will always be unexpected accidents. One day they had a good time in the room, The son's elder brother pushed the door open without saying hello, just in time to see the behavior of the two. The elder brother looked at the two people on the bed, angry and angry, dragged the cousin who was on the son's body, and took him to meet his parents. When the parents learned about the two, they were also very angry. They beat and scolded the son and the cousin, and finally kicked the cousin out. The son wanted to go with the cousin, and the son's father was so angry that he beat the son. He scolded the young master for being shameless and disgraced their family. But the young master was also stubborn, no matter how much his father beat and scolded him, he refused to leave his cousin. The young master's leg was broken, and the father put it down Ruthless words, if the young master leaves this family, never come back again, he will never recognize this son again, whether the young master lives or dies has nothing to do with this family. In the end, the cousin left with the young master who was beaten to death, It's been more than 20 years, and that young master has really never returned to this home."

"Perhaps, the son didn't come back because he was beaten to death by his father that year?" After listening to Mr. Liu, I didn't know how I felt.

Mr. Liu sighed and shook his head slightly.

"Mr. Liu, is that young master from the house before?"

"Jin'er, do you know that you have an uncle?"

"I don't know, I've never heard from my parents. Is that young master...?"

"En." Mr. Liu looked at me and nodded: "That son is your father's younger brother, and it was your father who exposed the deeds of the two of them back then."

"Jin'er, it's unacceptable for a man to fall in love, let alone a monster with a different path." Mr. Liu said to me.The face that often wears a gentle smile is now full of seriousness.

It is taboo for men to fall in love, and there are different ways for shemale to fall in love.No, it’s not like that. I wanted to refute Mr. Liu, but I found that I couldn’t find any words to refute. I have never read or heard the story of a man falling in love. Now Mr. Liu is telling me the story of the uncle I have never met. , I just want to tell me that it is wrong for men to be together. In the scriptures I have read, the relationship between human beings and demons does not end well.

Before, Mr. Liu and I were sitting together under a green willow. I felt that only I could see him in the house, and only I could chat with him. He would not be lonely when he was with me. I thought that he and I were the closest friends. close.Now, I am sitting at the door, and he is sitting alone under the tree. Although there is only a distance of more than ten feet apart, I feel that it is very far away. This distance seems to be an invisible wall separating us.I am no longer the closest person to Mr. Liu, or I never was.

The wind was blowing, the green willows were swaying, and Mr. Liu's black hair and green shirt were fluttering. I had the illusion that Mr. Liu and the willow behind him would blow away with the wind.Something fell on the side of my wheelchair, looked down, it was the painting I made.I picked it up and rolled it up gently.Mr. Liu's hearing and eyesight are very good, I think he must have seen the content of the painting, because I heard a sigh coming from under the tree, I heard the sound, and he looked at me hesitantly.

"Mr. Liu, I like you." After saying what he interrupted just now, I pushed the wheelchair into the room, and through the gradually closing door, I saw him still looking at me with complicated eyes.