after being terminally ill

The weather is fine today, the warm sun shines gently on my body, the breeze blows gently, slightly messing up my hair, but it brings a natural fragrance, which makes me close my eyes slightly, feeling comfortable and happy The corners of his mouth curled up intoxicated, immersed in such an environment wholeheartedly.

I dropped everything and came here a month ago.

This is a very small village, so remote and hidden that there is no record on the map.

I know it is thanks to my grandma.

At that time, I was still young and my mother had not passed away. Once she quarreled with my father and sent me back to my grandmother in a fit of anger.

Grandma took me to this small village.

It is said that this is my grandmother's hometown. It is located in the mountains, self-sufficient and isolated from the world.

My grandma told me that if it wasn't for some reasons, she would never have left this small village for the rest of her life, would never have known what the outside world was like, let alone marry her grandpa in Kyoto.

After saying this, my grandma touched my head, sighed softly, and said that my whole life will be over, but I still think this original village is the best.

At that time, I still couldn't understand the meaning of grandma's words, so I just licked and sucked the lollipop in my hand and looked at grandma blankly.

Grandma looked at me and couldn't help but rolled her eyes. She told me very gently that this small village is a secret that only her and I know, not even my mother.

Thanks to the fact that I paid great attention to the little secret with my grandmother when I was a child, and confirmed the way to this village again and again, now I have a shelter.

This village is like a paradise, with a beautiful environment and fresh air. After the people in the village knew that I was the grandson of my grandmother, they were very friendly to me.

I lived in my grandmother's former house.

The house is fully furnished, and I found a lot of good things from the warehouse in the house like a treasure hunt.

For example, a good-sized recliner.

The house has a small front yard, enough for me to put down the deck chair.

So I often lie on the deck chair and enjoy the sun according to my own mind.

This kind of life is extremely comfortable, I emptied my brain in the sunshine, and almost felt that I had forgotten those people and things in the past.

And every day, besides lying on the recliner and spending my days leisurely, I occasionally read some books in my grandmother's room.

Most of the books in grandma's room have a long history, and all the records on them are in traditional Chinese.

After graduating from high school, I never came into contact with classical Chinese.

Before doing this, I never had the patience to read these obscure books bit by bit.

But now in this village, sitting in this old house, with the sunlight outside, for some reason I have an interest in reading carefully.

While reading, I usually make myself a cup of tea.

In fact, there is no tea in this village, but they have a special kind of leaves here, which are dried and used to make water, and it has a strange fragrance like tea.

At first, I was not used to the tea made from this kind of leaves, but after a long time, I gradually fell in love with this taste.

Of course, my daily activities are not limited to around my grandmother's house.

After I have breakfast, I usually go around the village to exercise, breathe the fresh air, and enjoy the unique beauty of this mountain village by the way.

Besides, as long as I am interested, I will go fishing by a small lake in the village.

The small lake is remote and not the main source of water for the village, so it is usually sparsely populated.

Often when I go fishing next to a small lake in the early morning or evening, there are either one or two people around, or there is no one at all.

There's nothing wrong with that to me.

I always remember that I am a dying person, so I deliberately avoid having too close contacts with the villagers, most of them are nodding friends who only remember their names.

I hope that when I die one day, I will be like smoke that blows away with the wind, leaving no trace in their lives, and not causing them to mourn for me.

So in the village I walked alone.

This may be a bit lonely. At the beginning, when I sat alone in the room, through the window, I saw some people in the village calling and calling friends, talking and laughing, and I felt a little lost in my heart, but after a long time I also gradually got used to this kind of loneliness and even started to enjoy it.

Because I am surrounded by the breeze and bright moon, the fragrance of birds and flowers, and the scrolls and ink, with these companions, it is also interesting to be alone.

Today I lay on the recliner for a while, and then started to tidy up the room. After tidying up, I put the quilt in the yard to dry, and then watered the flowers I raised one by one.

After doing all this, I made myself some leaf tea, and sat by the window to read a book.

Time passed by little by little, and before we knew it, it was noon.

I put down the book, made a meal for myself, and after eating, I figured it would be two or three o'clock, so I took the things I needed for fishing and started to head towards the small lake.

When we got to the side of the small lake, there was already a person fishing there.

This is strange, almost no one in this village has the hobby of fishing.

I couldn't help but take a second look.

The man was sitting by the lake with his cropped hair cut, with a straight posture and a straight waist. Even when he was fishing, he didn't feel relaxed and casual, but instead had a bit of a cold and extraordinary temperament.

I vaguely saw him holding some modern and professional fishing tackle, and he looked very strange, not like a villager.

I couldn't help but be vigilant.

Just when I was looking at this person carefully, he suddenly turned his head and looked sharply in my direction.

I was startled, and my heart was even more vigilant.

This person was obviously fishing with his back turned to me just now, but he noticed my gaze in such a short time, and even accurately captured my direction.

Moreover, the look in his eyes and the temperament on his body are obviously extraordinary, and it can even be said to have a murderous look, which is definitely not something ordinary people can have.

I clenched the fishing rod in my hand and looked at this man with tense nerves.

This person suddenly laughed, his smile was bright, a little wild, but very warm.Under such a smile, it was almost impossible to forget his murderous aura in the last moment.

"Are you here to fish too?" The man touched his head with a bit of embarrassment on his face, "I just gave you a glare, sorry, it's all a professional habit."

I didn't answer.

He beckoned to me, and then patted the ground beside him: "Come and sit down. This is really strange. Apart from me, this is the first time I've seen anyone fishing here."

I bent the corners of my lips, made a smile, hesitated for a moment, and sat beside him.

In the conversation with him afterwards, I learned that his name is Zheng Qiying, he is a military officer, recently he was temporarily resigned from his post due to the turbulent situation, and he came here to relax.

Zheng...

This surname can't help but remind me of the Zheng family, a well-known military and political family in the capital.

The relationship between the Zheng family and the Song and Yu families has always been casual. If he is really the Zheng family, I don't have to worry about it.

But I don't know if what he said is true.

I was thinking about it, but when I heard his words, I was shocked.

"I seem to have seen you before. I remember at that time... You should be with the young master of the Song family, right?"

I looked up at him sharply.

"The young master of the Song family seems to be looking for someone recently. It should be you, right?" Zheng Qiying looked at me frankly, "But you can rest assured that I will not participate in this matter."

"I don't like to cover up when I get along with people. I saw that you seemed to have something on your mind just now, so I told you everything directly. I also hope that you can be open and honest with me in the future."

I looked at Zheng Qiying, and he also looked at me with clear and sincere eyes.

In my 20 years of life, this is really the first time I have met such a person.

I couldn't help but laugh.

This time the smile is no longer a hypocritical or perfunctory smile, but a heartfelt laugh.

He also laughed, with a frank and unrestrained wildness, but warm as the sun.

In the evening, we went back to the village together.

Along the way, we talked a lot, including anecdotes, military affairs, finance and economics, and history.

I thought it was impossible for strangers to meet for the first time to be so congenial, but there are so many common topics between him and me that we can't finish talking.

Until we went back to the village, arrived at my door, and were about to separate, we still hadn't finished.

Before he left, he smiled and waved at me: "Let's go fishing together tomorrow, I'll come find you."

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