Ideal place

At the end of September, there was continuous drizzle, and late autumn was always gloomy, and the temperature in Pennsylvania, where there was no sunshine, was damp and cold.The sky was gloomy, with heavy clouds over Anya's cemetery. From time to time, crows left a series of mournful calls.

In the staff dormitory, Pei Nanqiu kept coughing, with a thick padded jacket that didn't match the season on his shoulders, and his body was already thin to paper.Uncle Zhang on the opposite bed took care of him, brought hot water and medicine to him, and said with a hoarse voice, "Nanqiu, in your situation, it will be too late if you don't go to the hospital."

Pei Nanqiu swallowed a few pills, waved his hand at him, and replied softly, "It's okay."

Uncle Zhang shook his head feebly. He knew very well that Pei Nanqiu's lover was buried deep in the cemetery...he didn't want to live long.

Pei Nanqiu became sick from lovesickness, because of his single-mindedness, he got this sick bone.

Dragging a pair of skinny legs, he struggled to get into the wheelchair, tilted his shoulders and gasped for a moment. Pei Nanqiu slid the wheel, picked up the bunch of small white flowers that were placed next to the pillow last night, and was going to see Wen Ran.

Regardless of the four seasons of the scenery along the way, Pei Nanqiu has long remembered it in his heart, but in autumn the vegetation is withered, the flowers are withered, and the leaves are fading. Only a row of ginkgo biloba beside the road grows vigorously, and the unfolded branches are covered with brilliant golden yellow.

Bypassing the bushes, on the south-facing side at the end of the aisle, Wen Ran's tombstone is within easy reach.There is a person standing in front of the stele, Pei Nanqiu knows without looking, it is Xiao Xue.

Hearing the sound of tires rolling over the road, Xiao Xue raised her head and said with a smile, "Here we are."

"Why are you so early today?" Pei Nanqiu signaled that she didn't need to help, she could come to Wen Ran safely, "Have you eaten yet?"

Xiao Xue shrugged and said, "My three meals a day have never been fixed."

Pei Nanqiu gave Wen Ran the bouquet on his lap, and replied, "Don't rely on your youth, pay more attention to your body."

Xiao Xue lowered her eyes when she heard the words, and the two people who were standing and sitting were silently listening to the wind.A long time passed, and the temperature was getting colder. Xiao Xue hugged her arms, hesitated a few times, and said, "Nanqiu, Shang Zheyu knows many medical professors in Canada, and he intends to cure you..."

"My lesion is not on my legs." Pei Nanqiu interrupted Xiao Xue in a timely manner, and smiled gently, "So don't bother, thank him for me."

Although she had expected that Pei Nanqiu would refuse, Xiao Xue still frowned, but did not try to persuade her.It wasn't until the drizzle turned into bean-sized raindrops, and the surroundings were gloomy and cold, that she breathed out, "Nan Qiu, have you ever thought that after the car accident, you may have long since disliked Wen Ran, just because you were unwilling."

"Who knows." Unexpectedly, Pei Nanqiu answered quickly, without any trace of sadness.He bent the corners of his eyes frankly, and a little joy appeared on his haggard face, "Let's be like this in this life, and try to live like a human being in the next life."

Xiao Xue sighed heavily, and after a while, she fastened her windbreaker tightly, bent over to hug Pei Nanqiu, and said distressedly: "Take care of yourself, I'm leaving."

Pei Nanqiu patted her on the back comfortingly: "Well, don't worry."

The heavy rain poured down, Pei Nanqiu held up his umbrella, his turbid pupils were stained with the dust of the world.After a long time, he threw the umbrella beside the wheelchair, his whole body was soaked, feeling the chill of autumn, piercing his heart.

Lips moved, Pei Nanqiu seemed to want to talk to Wen Ran, but he had no strength at all, only a thin thread of consciousness was hanging his life.The image of the first time I saw Wen Ran flashed before my eyes. He was so beautiful, optimistic, sunny, as clean as a handful of snow, and as delicate as a piece of sand.

I have always had an ideal place in my heart, where there are mountains, seas, and a small wooden house where two people live in each other and depend on each other for life.

I stuck myself there for the rest of my life until I died.

I do not regret.As long as you have loved, even if you are not in love, there is nothing to regret.

The tombstone in the field of vision gradually blurred, Pei Nanqiu seemed to sense something, and his heart suddenly ached.The silver ring on the ring finger was polished and lost its luster over the years. He raised his hand and reached for Wen Ran's name, and murmured regretfully: "I seem... I can only accompany you here."

He smiled and called reverently for the last time: "Aran."

"We won't see each other anymore."

The leaves of the ginkgo tree are rustling, like a lover's whisper. When the autumn rain stops, the clouds pass by, and the sun melts the winter snow, it will be another spring breeze.

The author has something to say:

Thank you to all the babies who have read "The Ideal Land".

(End of the book)