One day, Grandfather Tai came to talk to Fairy Chang 'e. When he saw me, he couldn't help but sigh: "Grass smells like grass, and it is not contaminated with dust. Drinking wind and dew can prolong life and enhance fairy power. It's really good grass and can be used as medicine! " So he took me away. I thought my life should be so ordinary, but I didn't expect such a small wish to come true.
The old gentleman put me in his sleeve. While I was walking in the clouds, the dog suddenly jumped out and scared him back. I fell out of his sleeve and fell into the mortal world.
I fell into a group of weeds, all of which had just been hoed by farmers. Green has gradually been replaced by yellow, and some have curled up and faded in the sun. Although I am a fairy grass, I can't take root in the ground. It won't be long before I become like this. I might as well go to be a medicine with Taishang Laojun. I can't feel a sigh.
The sun is dazzling. I lost my strength. I feel the water on my body leaving me bit by bit. I want to struggle but I can't move. I am Xiancao. I have my own consciousness but I can only die with the fate of the grass. I still can't escape the fate of sex!
It seems that it is getting dark, my body is getting heavier and heavier, and I want to sleep, so tired and tired. ...
When I woke up again, I found myself in a flowerpot, next to a shabby corner. I didn't think I would survive. I looked at the world around me and wanted to make sure that I was hallucinating.
The crumbling wall is hung on the dilapidated wall, revealing the bluestone inside. From time to time, crows croak and peck in the yard. Outside the yard is a lush forest, and a path extends outward from the door. ...
"It seems to be alive!" Suddenly, the ground is getting farther and farther away from me. I was blocked by the flowerpot. I haven't recovered for a long time. At this time, a big hand reached out to me, covering half of my sky and stroking my leaves gently, which made me itch a little. "This grass always feels different. It doesn't look like a weed, but it looks like a strange flower, but it doesn't bloom. " I was so amused that I wanted to laugh. With his words, I couldn't help shivering with laughter and accidentally saw the owner of this hand through my fingers.
My skin is dark in this life, but there is a gentleness between my eyebrows and eyes. The light in those eyes is very soft, and I always feel that it is a clear spring, which makes people feel refreshed at first sight. His nose is straight, giving people a heroic image. Only then did he find that his hands were rough and the joints between his fingers and palms had calluses.
Every day in the whisper of the fairy Chang 'e, I think that a man on earth should be a man with fine features and better clothes than snow, but he is different. Not personable, not scholarly, like years of hard work, but also imposing and immature.
In this way, I was planted in front of the court by a strange man at night. He was afraid that I would freeze to death in the cold night, so he moved me indoors, and an oil lamp was dangling around me. In the dim light, he looked at me with his chin on his hand, and now he looks like a child who has not grown up. "When will it bloom?"
I really want to tell him that I can't blossom, but he can't understand me.
Gradually, I know that he is just a poor rural boy who hasn't read many books. He lives alone in this mountain forest and laughs freely. In my spare time, I wear a hat to go fishing in Bixi. When busy, working in the field with the sleepless moon, bending over to mow the grass, raising your head, wiping your sweat, standing, overlooking, thinking and acting are all respect and yearning for life. He doesn't talk much, and no one says it. When you are tired, you lean on the ridge, wipe your forehead with your skirt, and look away. Occasionally, a gust of wind will come and see his shallow smile, which complements the crops swaying with the wind.
I have to admit that his independent attitude towards life attracted me. I have to admit that I may be in love with him. After he took good care of me, after he seemed to talk to me to himself, after he treated life with humility and optimism. ...
After several years of company, I have an impulse to look like a person. This impulse is getting stronger and stronger, like the boiling water in the boiler desperately pressing the lid, and like a demonstration.
Restored his immortal strength and finally got what he wanted. I don't know if my appearance can make him happy, but I am very excited. After I became human, I didn't even look at myself, so I hurried to find him. On that bumpy road, I tripped over the dead branches that fell to the ground when I was a child. Seeing the ground suddenly rise, I fell down. I looked at my knees, and the green clothes reflected a little red, like a few red flowers on a lawn. But at the moment, what I felt was not pleasure, but unspeakable pain, like the skin at the wound being involved and torn.
"Girl, are you all right?" I looked up and saw him. There is some worry on his enthusiastic face. I shook my head, speechless. Does he know who I am? Will he dislike me so much? All the questions about him began to haunt my mind. I was trapped like being thrown into a spider web, and I didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, fearing the danger behind the spider web.
He has squatted beside me, examined my wound, and then said, "If you don't mind, girl, my home is nearby. I can treat your wound and give you some medicine. " "Never mind, never mind!" I can't wait to shake my head Seeing a trace of hesitation and surprise in his eyes, I couldn't help covering my mouth and laughing.
I went home with him. After he cleaned my wound with clean water, he applied herbs to me and gently bandaged it with a clean handkerchief. I watched him seriously treat the wound for me, and I was so anxious and numb. I always look at him. He suddenly looked up and we looked at each other. At that time, I lost my mind. I don't know whether to continue reading or turn my head to one side, but my eyes are still waiting for a while. I could see that he was also flustered, and his dark face was glowing red. "Well, girl, ready. Ok, I'll pour this water out. " As he spoke, he hurried out of the water and watched his figure leave, so I took a deep breath. What happened? Obviously, I have been with him these days. When I look at him, I still get nervous and aphasia.
"Bang" I heard the sound of the basin falling to the ground, and the water was flowing on the ground, followed by his voice. "What's the matter? Where are the flowers? Where are the flowers? Where have you been? " I hopped to the door and held the old door. I saw him turning a stone by hand near the flowerpot. I am very anxious. It pains me to look at him. I don't know why, I asked him gently, "it's just a weed that won't bloom." Why are you worried? "
"Weeds?" He looked at me with anger in his eyes and looked at me trembling all over. "How can you say it is a weed? This is my best hope. I picked it up by the field, and all the weeds around it died. Only it, although faded, gave me a feeling of reluctance. " He again with a wry smile, "well, why should I tell you this? A girl is a good family at first sight. How can she understand this? In the eyes of the girl, it is a weed, and there are many precious and famous flowers that the girl has seen! " He sat on the ground, holding a flowerpot and feeling sad.
"But it won't blossom." I don't understand why I said these things myself. I obviously care about him and don't want to see him sad, but I deliberately said something to disappoint him. Maybe I don't want him to fall in love with that fake flower. I hope he knows that all he really cares about is a grass. I hope he can know the real me. ...
"Girl why say such flowers. Different things have different meanings in the eyes of different people. I know that there has never been a flower in recent years, but it is a flower to me. I talked to it, watered it and let it bathe in the sun. In contrast, those rich flowers are weeds in my opinion. " What he said was very powerful, and after listening to it, a warm current welled up in my heart. I really want to tell him loudly that I am the grass he called a flower.
"Girl, I'd better take you home!" He has put down the flowerpot, and his tone of speaking to me has become stiff, which makes me feel a little painful. But I am a little happy to think that he did this to me because of me.
I told him that I didn't want to go home. I didn't have a home. He looked suspicious and then became impatient. "Girl, that's not funny. If you like a girl, she must be a noble family. How can she be homeless? "
I didn't know how to respond to him. I just stood there with my head down and looked at his feet. The shoe on his right foot has broken a small hole on one side, and there is some mud on the front side of the sole, but the upper is still clean.
"All right, let's wait until the girl is convenient. At that time, no matter what the girl says, I will send her home. " Then he came into the room with an empty flowerpot in his arms. If I hadn't hurt my leg, I would jump with excitement.
I changed my identity and stayed with him. He gave me his room and slept in the kitchen. On the table in his room, far away from the empty flowerpot, I often stare at it in a daze, thinking about the way he used to look at me. Why is he so strange to me after I became human? Why doesn't he seem to notice me? Why does he always emphasize that I am a lady and don't want anything to do with me? A lot of confusion is in my heart.
He always reminds me that I should go home. It is inconvenient for a woman to live in a strange man's house, and it is not good for my reputation to spread it. But when I looked at my wound for a long time, I was surprised. I don't know if there is any worry in this surprise. I tried to capture other meaning in his expression, but I couldn't figure it out. Of course, he doesn't know that I put a spell on this wound. Although it is festering, it is no different from my behavior. I'm free to move.
One day when he went out, I thought he cooked every time and I would cook for him. But as soon as I got to the kitchen, I found pots and pans, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, so complicated that I didn't know where to start. I had to cast a spell to let the dishes be cut, the water be cooked and the rice be cooked. ...
When he came back, he was surprised to see the food all over the table and became unhappy. "Isn't your leg okay?" How to cook? "I don't know if he blames me, and I don't know if he cares about me, but I still feel very happy to see his eyebrows screwed together. When he was eating, I caught a glimpse of the smile on his mouth, even though he put the bowl in front of him. He seemed to notice my eyes, immediately pursed his mouth and said with no expression, "I didn't expect a young lady to cook." I'm really a little surprised. "I bowed my head in embarrassment, hurriedly pulled a few mouthfuls of rice into my mouth, almost choked, and couldn't help coughing." Slow down, I won't rob you. "Pass me a glass of water. I held the cup in my hand and took a sip. Too sweet ...
Usually he is very cold to me, and I can always see his back holding an empty flowerpot in the moonlight. This time, he praised me, he praised me for cooking, and I couldn't wait to announce to the world that I was walking lightly, skipping and humming a little song. Happiness begets sorrow. I'm afraid it's to describe me He still sees me jumping. At that moment, my raised leg seemed to be frozen suddenly. It was light, but suddenly it became heavy. I kept sinking, sinking. He stood in the corner and didn't speak. Behind him is the afterglow of the sunset. I couldn't see him clearly at that time.
He turned and left without saying anything. I ran to him at once and blocked his way with open hands.
"Since the young lady is all right, I should send her back."
"no!" I cried in a hurry. I don't want to go home. This is my place . "I'm not going anywhere, I want to be with you!"
"..." He seemed frightened by my words. His lips opened slightly, but there was no sound. His eyes were wide open, as if he had seen me for the first time, as if I had said something I shouldn't have said.
"I like you and I want to be with you!" Let me say it again. I'm afraid I won't say it again. I may never have the courage again.
"Miss ..." He took a step back, more afraid than before.
I took a few steps towards him, shortening his distance, but my feet began to refuse to listen, and I continued to walk towards him, getting closer and closer. ...
"No, no, no," he shook his head emotionally. "No, I'm just a clown!" Leaving such a sentence behind, he escaped.
Rude? Why should I care? I only care about him!
Anyway, I must get his answer. I knocked on his door, but there was no response. Has he decided not to talk to me anymore? I leaned heavily against the door and cried.
I vaguely feel that he is putting a cloak on me. I didn't know when I fainted at the door. I want to talk, but I find I have no strength to move. When his hand was about to leave me, my hand caught him unconsciously. "Don't go." Then I lost my intuition.
As a result of growing up in Guanghan Palace, as long as there is no moon, my body is particularly weak. Coupled with this mood fluctuation, I fainted for several hours.
When I woke up, I found him leaning against my bed. I gently woke him up.
He saw that I was happy when I woke up, but the joy faded slowly, leaving me with a look that I didn't know what to do. "You don't have a pulse ..." He said, and the sentence still echoed in the room, like an echo between valleys, and it has been passed down, reaching far away and reaching the ears. It was quiet around, leaving only the words, "You have no pulse."
I took his hand away and looked at the ceiling, so I have to tell you who I am. You may be afraid to ignore me again.
I guessed right and wrong. After listening to my story, he was not afraid, but he really didn't want to talk to me.
"That girl is not a lady, but a fairy. How can a clown like me stand a girl's love? "
I grabbed his skirt when he wanted to get up and leave. "Do you like me?" I want to hear the answer, but I am afraid to hear it. I looked at him eagerly and dared not imagine what he was going to say.
"I dare not ..." I didn't expect him to say such a thing to me. What does this mean? What do you mean you dare not? Why not?
"When you are a young lady, I dare not. I'm just a clown. I can only chop wood and farm, and I can't give you the life you want. Since you are a fairy, I have no ability to love, I, I ... "
"I'm not a fairy, I'm just a grass!"
At night, the stars are very bright, scattered in twos and threes, the breeze blows, and cinnamon drifts in the courtyard. I leaned on his shoulder and listened to his quiet breathing.
"Why are you not surprised to know that I am a grass?"
"I doubted it, but I can't believe it, because if I believe it, I may not be able to love you."
"Why do you doubt it?" I looked up at him, his eyes were particularly bright and intoxicating in the dim moonlight.
"You're here, the plant is gone, there is no trace of being pulled out, just like disappearing. Your clothes are all green, a green and light green color, just like that flower. I have seen you cooking in the kitchen. At first, you were splashed with oil. I really want to rush in, but I don't want to expose the fact that your leg has healed, but then I saw everything flying and moving by myself. I ... "
I listened quietly, thanking him for his silent concern and his love for me.
"I'm afraid that if I say this, you will stay away from me, so I will secretly hide it in my heart and pretend that I don't know anything. If you didn't find me looking at you that day, I think I will continue to play dumb. You won't be angry, will you? " He looked at me like a child who had done something wrong.
"Well, angry!"
"Ah?"
"Angry, why didn't you tell me you liked me!"