Shimmer Forest

The bangs were blown by the breeze, revealing eyes as clear as water.The leaves rustled softly.The golden light swirled gently.The blue sky is as clear as washing.The petals linger and flutter.The boy's smile exudes the breath of sunshine.

The picturesque scene, the people embedded in the painting, everything is so beautiful and natural.In the suddenly silent air, there was a smell more moving than the fragrance of flowers.

Wu Hao reached out to brush off the leaves on his head, but he couldn't take his eyes off his face.Their faces were close to each other, crystal drops of water dripped from the slightly wet hair, slid across the eyebrows, slid across the cheeks, and settled on the slightly dry lips.

"Thank you for your hard work, let's eat watermelon." The old grandma entered the house at some point, and the ambiguous air mixed with the fragrance of flowers was swept away in an instant.Su Jin's foot slipped, and his whole body fell on Wu Hao.

Although it hurt a little bit after being hit hard, Wu Hao was still very happy in his heart.After all, it's rare for this awkward nerd to embrace him so actively and warmly... Even if it's just an accident, it's enough.

Su Jin buried her face in Wu Hao's arms.Even through his clothes, he could feel his hot body temperature.The thick-skinned Wu Hao also blushed, sat up and stroked his hair, not knowing what to do.

"Oh, are you okay?" The old lady seemed not aware of the abnormality of the two of them at all, and hurried over with a plate, her face was full of worry.

"It's okay!" Su Jin quickly pushed Wu Hao away, raised his head from his arms, and stood up in a panic.

"Really?" The old lady looked at him in confusion, but didn't ask any more questions.Inadvertently seeing Wu Hao's dirty face, she couldn't help laughing, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, knelt down and wiped the dust off his cheeks: "You little dolls, you are so naughty."

Her movements were very gentle, and the old palms brought a touch of warmth, which warmed people's hearts.Wu Hao looked at Su Jin, who was standing behind her, smiling slightly, and then grinned foolishly.

The three of them sat on the floor, eating cool watermelon leisurely, looking at the blooming flowers in the courtyard, and chatting about some trivial matters.The sky is high and the clouds are light, the sun is bright and the breeze is blowing.The drops of water remained on the soft petals, shining brightly under the golden light.

Maybe it's really getting old, and the old lady gradually becomes unable to move around flexibly.Wu Hao made a walking stick and gave it to her. Although she looked very haggard, she still showed a very cheerful smile and kept thanking her, as if she liked the gift very much.

The two arduous tasks of cleaning the room and managing the garden fell on Su Jin and Wu Hao.They came in and out of this log cabin more and more frequently, using all their spare time to accompany and take care of the old grandma.They supported her, let her sit in her favorite garden, and listened to her slowly talking about which flower bloomed again, which one needed to be fertilized, which one needed more water, and which one would become more colorful.

Wu Hao looked at the old grandma's satisfied smile, and whispered to Su Jin, "Study, grandma still likes flowers. Shall I bring some lilies raised by my father and plant them in the yard?"

"This place has become a sea of ​​flowers, I'm afraid there is no place to plant them again?" Su Jin couldn't help but sneer.

"How come, there are still many places to put it."

"Grandma, she...has no spare energy to take care of so many flowers."

"It's okay, we're still here!"

Wu Hao is always too simple and optimistic about everything, and Su Jin envies him very much.He gently rocked the rocking chair, coaxing the grandmother to sleep like a child, looking at the flower clusters swaying gently in the wind, and asked softly, "Do you know what the flowers represent?"

"Flowers?" Su Jin's question made him puzzled, so he thought for a while, and then continued to ask: "What's the meaning?"

"They represent beauty, blessing, love, joy and—"

"What else?"

Su Jin's eyes dimmed, and his eyes fell gently on the sleeping old man, without answering.

The old man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and soon he woke up again.She looked up at Su Jin who was standing behind the rocking chair, with sleepiness and bewilderment in her eyes.

"What's the matter?" Su Jin bowed forward, slightly shielding her from the sun, and asked with a smile.

"It's nothing." The old man seemed to have finally woken up, and responded with a gentle smile: "I just had a strange dream."

"What kind of dream?"

"I dreamed that I was walking alone in the desert, and there was golden sand everywhere. I walked and walked, and I walked and walked, drying and thirsty all the way, but I just couldn't get out."

"and then?"

"Then a fisherman with a bamboo hat handed me a bowl of water." The old woman frowned and recalled earnestly, and soon smiled again: "After drinking it, I felt much more comfortable, and I woke up."

"Really?" Su Jin put her head on the old man's shoulders, gently hugged her thin body, closed her eyes, and hid the faint bitterness in her eyes: "That's great."

The old man stroked his hair gently, and the smile on his face never faded.She looked up at the blue sky and murmured, "Probably... it's going to rain soon."

From that day on, the grandmother's memory and body became worse and worse.

She gradually became unable to walk, became reticent and unable to eat freely.Lying on the bed every day, staring at the ceiling with confusion.When the weather is fine, Su Jin will push the wheelchair, take her to bask in the sun in the yard, and tell her the name of each flower.

She forgot many things, flowers, sunshine, her own name, favorite books.Su Jin was by the side every day, reading the stories in the book to her word by word; leading her to caress every beautiful flower she had taken care of; Feed her little by little.

They tried their best to let her remember the touch of the flower, the warmth of the sun, the fragrance of the air, and the coolness of the breeze.And, silent companionship.

However, this does not prevent the deterioration of the old man's body and memory.She forgot how to eat and walk, the varieties of flowers and how they bloomed, and she forgot to tell them to take care of these flowers.In the end, I finally forgot even their names.

Su Jin sat on the swaying swing, like an old man, staring blankly at the sky persistently.He heard from the old man that when he was sad, he just looked up at the sky, and the sun would dry the tears in his eyes and illuminate the dark and cold corners of his heart.

The petals are flying around with the wind.The clouds in the distance, from both sides of the sun, slowly piled up and smeared on the open blue sky.The dark golden light slowly flowed out, rendering the clouds and spreading over the ground.

The calm and warm light like the setting sun coated the whole world with a touch of gold.I don't know when the surroundings changed, the petals were still flying, but the feet turned into extremely soft clouds.He was surrounded by soft clouds in which tiny rivers of stars twinkled and danced, and red carp slowly swam across the blue sky.

Su Jin was startled, jumped off the swing, and reached out to touch the surrounding air.The air is like the surface of calm water, dizzy with circles of ripples.

Not far away, someone was sitting on the shore and fishing leisurely.It was a fisherman who looked very young, with the old straw hat pressed down low, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

At the feet of the fisherman is a lake flowing among the white clouds.The lake clearly reflects the scene of the sky. There is no wind or waves, as if it is still. It is hard to tell where the sky is and where is the water.

He inserted the bamboo pole into the crevice of the stone, and stared at the water surface silently with his chin propped up, without any change due to Su Jin's arrival.

Su Jin stared at him for a while, then walked up to him, and asked hesitantly, "What are you fishing for?"

The fisherman didn't look at him, propped his chin and moved the fishing rod, and replied lazily: "What else can I catch, of course it's fish."

He turned his head to look at the colorful fish wandering leisurely in mid-air, and continued to ask: "Did you catch these?"

"Yes."

Su Jin stared at the fish surrounded by him, and reluctantly withdrew his gaze, and couldn't help sighing: "It's amazing."

"Is it great?" The fisherman seemed to squint at him, and his indifferent voice was calm and unwavering: "That is the most serious thing for me."

"heavy?"

The fishing rod trembled twice, and the bored fisherman finally cheered up. With a wave of his arm, a goldfish flew out biting the fishing line.

The fisherman took off the goldfish and put it in Su Jin's palm. He couldn't see his expression under the lowered brim of his hat: "Each fish is a life. They are sensitive and fragile, and they are reluctant to leave. It is really troublesome to take care of them."

"Then..." The white goldfish was bubbling leisurely in his palm, with a red crown on its head, as bright as a blooming flower.He stroked the goldfish, raised his head and asked the fisherman, "Can I take...and take care of it?"

"No." The fisherman raised his head to leave work, and refused decisively and simply: "You have no right to decide where it goes. This is the law of nature and it is inevitable."

Su Jin lowered his head in disappointment, Jinyu twisted his body, looked at him, seemed to be smiling, and seemed to be giving him comfort.

He closed his eyes and tried his best to feel the weight of life floating in his palm.After a long time, he let out a breath slowly and opened his hand lightly.

The fish wandered around him a few times, as if saying a final farewell.Then he twisted his body and swam towards the sky.

"They will stay here, waiting for the next spring to swim to the sea." The fisherman sat by the lake again, threw the empty fishing line back into the lake, and covered his lips with a smile.

Su Jin listened in a trance, staring intently at the direction Yu'er left, and said softly, goodbye.

"Stupid—nerd?"

There was a calling voice in his ears, and Su Jin came back to his senses suddenly, and saw Wu Hao's face infinitely magnified in front of his eyes.

"What's wrong with you? What are you in a daze for?" Seeing that he was still unresponsive, Wu Hao stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

"It's nothing, just thinking about something." Su Jin jumped off the swing and asked casually, "Why did you come out, where is the old grandma?"

"Ah!" Wu Hao seemed to have just remembered the purpose of coming out, patted his forehead and continued: "It's time for dinner, but the old lady won't wake up no matter how loud, why don't you go and see?"

Su Jin was startled, and his eyes gradually calmed down again.He picked a handful of white camellias among the flowers, and walked into the house holding a bouquet.The old lady was lying quietly on the bed with her eyes closed.Probably smelling the scent of flowers, she inhaled lightly through her nose and slowly opened her eyes.

"Grandma, this bouquet of flowers is for you." Su Jin placed the flowers on her chest, her voice was very soft and soft, as if she was afraid of destroying the tranquility.

"Thank you." The old lady smiled with difficulty, her eyes became cloudy and dazed again: "But, who are you?"

Su Jin smiled slightly, and gently held her hand: "Grandma, we are your grandsons."

"Grandson?" The grandma thought for a while, repeated the two words in a murmur, and soon smiled again: "Oh, I remembered, it's Xiaolong... no... my grandson... is Xiaojin ..."

The cheerful voice gradually weakened along with her breath.The old man slowly closed his eyes, looking as if he was in a deep sleep.

"Bookworm? What's wrong with grandma? Are you tired?"

"Do you still remember, I once told you the meaning of flowers." Su Jin did not answer him, lightly holding the calloused hands, and calmly narrated: "They represent beauty, blessing, love, Joy and—”

"parting."

The breeze blows gently, and the wind chimes in front of the door make a crisp and long sound.He turned his gaze out of the window, the sea of ​​flowers was shaking with the breeze, and the petals were falling one after another, flying all over the sky.In the blue sky, there seems to be a goldfish with red flowers on its top, swimming leisurely to the clouds, to the sky, to the clear water in the sky, to the rolling sea.

That's where all life begins.