mayfly shake the tree

The sycamore trees in early spring are bare, with only a few buds.Feng Xi didn't dislike it either, she found a thick branch and jumped on it, with her legs resting on the branch, leaning against the trunk with her back, staring at the stars in the sky in a daze.

Wu Tong followed him step by step. Seeing his appearance, he couldn't help but hesitate to speak.He has a lot of things to say to him, but he doesn't know where to start.

Feng Xi glanced at him, and said lightly: "Thank you for Mu Chun's matter."

Wu Tong smiled wryly: "When did we become so polite between us? I wanted to admire God's demeanor, but it wasn't entirely for you."

Feng Xi curled her lips, but did not answer his words.

"How are you doing in Qishan these years?"

"Very good." Looking at his lonely figure under the tree, Feng Xi almost felt sorry for him.

"Why don't you want to tell him your past? He..."

"Some things, I can only find the answer by myself. What reason should I add to his memories? What's more, his amnesia itself is not accidental. The memory is separated abruptly. If you can’t find the lost memory and just rely on others to tell it, it will be someone else’s.”

"This is very unfair to you. Who knows when he will recover his memory, but you have to endure him alienating you as a stranger..."

"Heh... It doesn't matter whether you are alienated or close, sometimes, it's a blessing that he can't remember." Feng Xi looked at him with a smile, "Don't you think so?"

Wu Tong's eyes flickered, and he smiled slightly: "Oh, you are always so keen about everything about him. Now I regret sending you a letter, what should I do?"

"Maybe it's just that the authorities are confused. In fact, in the end, maybe we are the same people." Feng Xi looked at the city wall in the distance, but his mind wandered.

Hundreds of years ago, he walked around the ruined wall and cried blood for three days, and finally passed out from exhaustion, and when he woke up, he was already hanging on a huge plane tree.

It was a sycamore demon who rescued him and gave him practice as food. He was very grateful, so he promised to live in the sycamore tree temporarily in the future and pray for it.Phoenix is ​​the great god of heaven and earth, the god of prayer.His blessing will surely make the offspring of the sycamore tree prosperous.

Later, he searched for Mu Chun's spirit everywhere, stopping on the sycamore branches along the way.I searched like this for hundreds of years, until I was really tired. When I met Wu Tong by chance, I lived next to Wu Tong.Wu Tong is also a sycamore tree demon with hundreds of years of Taoism, probably the nephew of the previous sycamore tree demon.

Originally, they lived in peace and harmony, as if they were close friends, and they could chat with each other occasionally.However, just a few years ago, Wu Tong suddenly confessed his feelings to Feng Xi, and Feng Xi was really taken aback.

Fengxi declined him politely, knowing in his heart that this place could not be stayed any longer, so he left the sycamore forest, after all, it was not good to continue to perch on the sycamore branches, so he set up a paradise in Qishan, set up an enchantment, and so on. reclusive.

Now that the two met again, it was a little awkward.But Feng Xi's attitude became more determined because he came back.

All things in the world, insects, fish, birds, beasts, mountain spirits and ghosts, or even human immortals and monsters, some gains cannot be repaid after all, and some things are destined to be let down.

He Feng Xi is not a heartless person, but he is definitely not a half-hearted person either.His mind, his gaze, and his full of nostalgia belonged to only one person as early as thousands of years ago.

What about hundreds of years?As long as it is for him, even if it takes a few hundred years, a few thousand years, or even a lifetime, until he emerges, he will be happy.

What's more, he has already returned.

"I know, I can't compare to him, but he is no longer the original him. He has even forgotten the little things you got along with. I always think that I can compete with him." Wu Tong Without saying anything else, he bowed his hands to Feng Xi and saluted, "No matter when you turn around, I'll be here. You should take a good rest, I'll take my leave first."

The cold spring is coming, Feng Xi looks at Wu Tong's back that is drifting away, and an emotion called "uncomfortable" inexplicably surges up in her heart.Thinking of his proud life, when he ever cared about other people's eyes, when those eyes, no matter whether it was envy, longing or even hatred, shot at him, he never felt that there was anything wrong, but today Wu Tong's light green eyes hidden deep in the emotion. The profound meaning is heavy, but it makes his heart a little tormented.

He just fell in love with someone who would never be possible, so what's wrong?

Tilting my head and looking at the clear moonlight, all the moonlight is pouring into the small river crossing the sycamore forest under my feet. The spring water is born, the spring forest is blooming, and it is time for spring, but the sparkling river water still only reflects Alone by myself.