The mountain has trees, and the trees have branches. One hundred and six emotions (Part 2)

  The singing voice came from a place very close to her, as if turning over a few plum trees could see the girls picking plums in the forest with baskets on their backs. The deep plum forest was lush and shaded, isolating the early summer sun outside, unknowingly turning cool, Zhang Yan raised her head to look around, vaguely seeing the figures of the girls picking plums among the branches, and then turned again, suddenly a large plum forest, only saw oneself alone in the square inch.

  The girls sang a verse, took a breath, giggled and continued to sing, "There is plum blossom, actually three branches. Asking me humble scholar, until now."

  Plum blossoms falling one after another, still three-tenths of the plum blossoms remain on the tree. Those young men who have a liking for me, hurry to seize this fleeting opportunity.

  Zhang Yan suddenly remembered that winter afternoon in the Chang Le Palace, a young man in a black robe walked down from the front hall's long steps and stretched out his hand in front of her.

  Many years later, she still remembered his gentle eyes, light wheat-colored long fingers, and the faintly visible blood vessels under his skin.

  Uncle

  She had called him uncle for so many years, but she never really thought of him as her own uncle.

  The girl's singing voice suddenly inserted a male voice, as if it had been intertwined since ancient times. The girls cheered and screamed, hiding away, and the singing voice also changed abruptly to unevenness, "There is plum, temporarily basket. Seeking me Shu Shi, until he called it."

  Plums falling one after another, hurry up and fill the basket with them. Those boys who like me, don't be afraid to speak out.

  The fan fell from his weak hand and landed in the dust, getting a bit of mud on it.

  Zhang Yan hugged her waist and slowly squatted down. A tear dropped from her eyes, rolled down her cheek, and fell to the ground, silently.

  Her love, from start to finish, cannot be expressed in words.

  The first time she saw that young man, she warned herself not to fall in love with him. She couldn't fall in love with him. He was her uncle, and they were not a couple who could be together.

  The next night after visiting the Hou Xuzi in Mingji Pavilion, she asked Danyang, "Do you think it's a good thing to know what happened before and what will happen later?"

  "Of course it's fine," said the carefree girl. "That way, we'll never make any mistakes."

  She said, "It's not necessarily true either. Sometimes knowing too much can also become a burden."

  And she carried this burden.

  If she were just the innocent Zhang Yan, she could have treated the young man as a simple uncle forever, without any ripples. But she wasn't. When she clearly knew that this warm and smiling young man was her destined husband, how could she treat him as a simple elder?

  This is a paradox.

  In a nearby place, the boys and girls who were picking plums were frolicking and playing. A young man cleared his throat and sang a love song to the girls in front of him: "The ospreys cry, on the islet in the river, The modest and virtuous girl, a gentleman's delight."

  Zhang Yan suddenly felt a twinge of envy towards those young men and women outside who were singing love songs to each other.

  Maybe. They don't have a noble birth, a rich family, or even a beautiful face. Every day they need to work hard just to have a peaceful dinner after sunset. Occasionally when they like something, they always think of their younger siblings at home and reluctantly give up. But they live with enough frankness, they have vigorous vitality, and enjoy the kind of youth that makes sweat flow from their forehead. Most importantly, if they have someone they love, they can loudly say "I love you".

  Admit it, Zhang Yan, you're just a coward.

  She picked up the fallen fan at her feet, on the surface of the fan made by Zhi Ni, the parrot in the cage jumped up and down. A pair of shiny black eyes seemed to be staring at her intently.

  The year before last, she sent a handmade round fan to Zhang He, and after Zhang He painted the surface of the fan, he sent it back to her.

  She asked him, "Why do you want to paint this bird in a cage?"

  Zhang Heng's reply letter talked about some other things, but avoided answering her question.

  Later, she vaguely understood that the bird in this cage was Zhang Xia's self-portrait. The cage under his pen is the self that one should be in the secular world, but is tightly trapped by the iron cage, and it is the self that wants to fly high in the heart but cannot.

  The greatest misfortune of mankind is that these two selves are usually contradictory.

  And now, looking at this round fan, she feels that she is also the bird trapped in a cage, eager to spread its wings and fly high but cannot.

  Everyone has a bird in the cage.

  For Zhang Xia, the bird in her cage is herself, who has to suppress her talents and live under the shadow of her elder brother. For her, the bird in her cage is herself, who wants to love but doesn't even have the qualification to do so. Her iron cage is the moral ethics and human nature of this mundane world, and the bird locked inside is her own true heart.

  She had always been warning herself not to get close to that boy, not to fall in love with that boy. Until today, she thought she had succeeded, but actually, she hadn't; she just deceived even herself. Her cage locked up her bird, so she only saw the cold and desolate cage, unable to see the bird inside that was gazing at the sky, yearning to fly.

  Everyone has a bird in their heart. No matter what kind of bird it is, beautiful or ugly, good or evil, they all have the same desire to fly. When she forged her warnings into a steel cage, when she didn't know, her bird was peeking through the gaps in the cage, sizing up that young man, evaluating him, and getting close to him. The human heart is always like this, the more you don't let it do something, the more it wants to do it, until it can't turn back, and then it becomes worn out. She thought her cage was indestructible, but she didn't know that with just one opportunity, it would collapse like a pile of dirt. So that instinctive moral self sensed the crisis, so it covered its eyes and hid back in Xuanping, not looking, not listening, not thinking about any news from Chang'an, keeping itself busy from morning till night, only to avoid having the chance to think about its true self. But it's not a coincidence that I met this poem "You Mei" here.

  This is a love song about girls bravely pursuing their hearts' desires.

  He stretched out his fingers and lightly touched her, and the fortress in her heart collapsed. Her heart cage was broken. The bird trapped in the cage let out a cry to the sky, spread its wings and flew out, with a beautiful posture, flying very high.

  She couldn't turn it off again.

  As long as she lowered her head, she could recall his appearance.

  With just one love song, she can see her true heart.

  What about after seeing one's true heart?

  What should we do? Liu Ying.

  How can I not love him, that gentle, kind and considerate young man?

  She remembered the early summer of the first year of Emperor Hui, when she was walking alone on Xinfeng Street and startled a horse. She accidentally bumped into a rascal and was entangled in his grasp, but a young man in dark clothes rushed down from the restaurant above to see if she was all right.

  Every girl has a knight in shining armor dream. I waited at the right moment and place for my young man, but he wasn't the right person for me.

  Zhang Yan suddenly remembered many years ago. On a night with shooting stars, she and Luo Mi sat on the rooftop, talking about their dreams for their future other half. Luo Mi said she wanted to marry a hero, who would fearlessly conquer all and be invincible. When she said this, her lips curled up, and as the shooting star streaked across the sky, it highlighted her sparkling eyes like stars.

  That night, she had also sincerely made a wish to the starry sky filled with shooting stars.

  I don't want to be a hero.

  The hero appears to be brilliant, but precisely because of this. He doesn't have much energy left for the person he truly loves. The man I want, he should be handsome but not necessarily too handsome, intelligent but not necessarily too intelligent, kind but not foolishly kind, gentle but not feminine, considerate but not nagging, but most importantly, he must treat me well.

  When everyone's attention is focused on other things. He alone still remembers me, I am an irreplaceable existence in his heart that doesn't need to be the heaviest but very heavy.

  I don't ask for priceless treasures, I don't ask for a heroic husband, I only wish to have someone who understands me, and even when we grow old together, we will not part.

  I waited for my man so easily, but he wasn't someone who could be with me in the worldly sense. I had to warn myself to leave him far away. But after leaving him, I couldn't help but miss him. That winter afternoon at Chang Le Palace. When she cried until her tears blurred her vision and lifted her head, the first person she saw was him. Like a newborn bird naked in this world, she took the first person who treated her well as her psychological dependence. In this world without smiles, he became the most important person to her.

  So she can't really be far away from him.

  There has been no way all along.

  She thought she was crying to the point of dizziness and darkness, but in fact it was just a low sob, no one could hear. Outside several plum blossom trees. Young men and women picking plums were laughing and playing. More men started singing, their voices hoarse and not pleasant to listen to. But they contained a kind of simple and sincere emotion:

  "The water plants are uneven, flowing left and right. The beautiful maiden is shy and gentle, waking up to seek him. Unable to find him, she wakes up thinking of him. Sighing and turning over, tossing and turning."

  I still remember that year, in the late spring. We went to the Wei River bank for a spring outing. Countless young men and women were throwing peaches and plums at their crushes, and you and Chen Hu also threw fruit at each other.

  And I sat on the riverbank, watching the bright and beautiful riverbank, and the countless men and women playing on the riverbank, thinking that this is really a good era. Suddenly, my head hurt, but it was you who accidentally hit me with a plum on my head.

  I'm both ashamed and annoyed, you had no choice but to put down Hu sister to coax me. You promised me countless sugar roasted chestnuts and osmanthus cake.

  At that time, the spring was in its prime, and you were young.

  "Pick the water caltrop, left and right. The elegant lady is playing the zither and se together. Pick the water caltrop, left and right, the elegant lady is enjoying the bell and drum music."

  Fate has brought us together, I've put on the costume and we're acting out a play together. We've become so immersed in it that it's hard to tell what's real and what's not. I'm not the kind of lady you want me to be, nor can I ever become one. So Liu Ying, what should we do? Can you please tell me, what should we do?

  The boys' singing gradually became more harmonious, expressing their ardent love to the girl. Separated by several plum trees, they couldn't know that a girl was crying until the sky and earth were dark.

  Finally lifted this veil, what feeling is it?

  It seems like our home has a young lady who has just grown up.

  Also whispering to her companion, "Does anyone still have pink tickets? Donate them to me, my family's Ayang is about to get married and we need them for the wedding chamber's wallpaper."

  Strive to build a brand new pink house.

  When the Pink Ticket first came out, I thought the name was quite shocking, but now that I'm used to shouting it, I've actually adapted to it.

  Humans are indeed an animal with extremely strong adaptability.