moon like rain

Chapter 15

Sitting on a stool made of wooden piles, Mu Yun took out a sketchbook and drew something on it while warming up the fire. After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Mengqian's soft voice sounded in his ear: "It seems that I'm leaving tomorrow. right?"

Mu Yun was stunned: "Indeed, I have to leave tomorrow, I almost forgot."

Xiao Mengqian took out an envelope from her bag, touched the seal of the envelope and smiled gently before handing it to Mu Yunbian: "I'll give you the address, can you send this letter to her?"

The envelope was a bit thick, and Mu Yunbian took it: "Okay."

Xiao Mengqian added: "I came with the Luoze City Painting Association, and I will trouble you to talk about it over there, thank you."

After Mu Yunbian responded softly, the two ended the conversation and stood by the window together looking at the lake.

Suddenly there was a sound of firewood crackling, and a cluster of flames sprang up. Mu Yun turned his head to look at the firewood.

"Have you noticed?" Mu Yunbian's voice was lonely.

"What did you notice?" Xiao Mengqian asked her.

"The flames that sprang up just now, don't they look like my sister's love?" Mu Yun looked at the fire: "Few people noticed, but she disappeared just like that. Have you ever thought about giving up painting?"

Xiao Mengqian looked at Muyun, did not answer, and moved the realization to the fire after a while, there was another crackling sound, and two or three sparks burst out, Xiao Mengqian replied: "I never thought about giving up, and I will never give up in the future." Won't."

Mu Yun smiled and shook his head, with a sadness that didn't belong to his age: "I'll deliver the letter for you, can you help my sister find her love?"

Before Xiao Mengqian started to think about it, she heard Mu Yunbian continue to say: "One time when my sister came to my house and went to the bathroom in the middle, I accidentally found that her mobile phone that she left on the table was logged into her trumpet, and that petite The account...is a video of her singing."

Xiao Mengqian reached out and rubbed Mu Yunbian's hair: "I promise you, please give me her contact information."

A smile appeared on the corner of Mu Yun's mouth: "Two numbers, I have written down both the big and small numbers of my sister! You can see which one is suitable for you to add when the time comes."

That night, the villagers set up a bonfire in the square. The villagers of Shuanglin Village sang the songs here and danced unique dances to send off the group of people who came from afar.

At the end, the children in the village brought them a bowl of highland barley wine called "Batata" for none of them. People who are far away from them.

And in the same way, there is also a kind of wine called "Luobiebie" here, which is specially prepared for people who have been away from home for many years. The bottle of "Luobiebie" was buried in the wine cellar in the back mountain.

In Luoze City in the south, when Ji Hefang received the letter, it was already four days later, but in front of her parents, the throbbing in her heart was still suppressed severely. , Xiao Mengqian rushed back to the bedroom with the envelope and the schoolbag on the sofa in the living room.

"Have you noticed Fangfang's expression?" Ji's mother asked while holding a plate.

Fangfang's father stopped holding the chair, nodded, and asked back, "Constipation?"

Ji's mother held the plate and spread her hands and shook her head.

After returning to the room, Ji Hefang jumped onto the bed, carefully tore open the seal of the envelope with both hands excitedly, and opened the envelope with excited groans.

The first is a painting on parchment paper. The dark yellow paper is dominated by black and brown. The simple lines outline the distant mountains. The brown dots represent snowflakes. In the heavy snow, the painting The two girls embraced each other and looked towards the lake.

Looking at the painting, and then reading a long letter about sharing these days, Ji Hefang, with red eyes, rubbed the letter and the painting into her arms, and slammed into the bed, trying to cover her suppressed crying The sound is like the rising tide. Although the sound of the waves hitting the shore is not loud, the sea water keeps rising and submerging, and finally the crying dissipates, and the sea water returns to tranquility, leaving only a few soft whimpers in the sleepy Ji Hefang's dream.

As for Xiao Mengqian, after everyone left, she was the only "outsider" left in the entire Shuanglin Village.

But this allowed Xiao Mengqian to blend in with Shuanglin Village faster. For more than ten days, Xiao Mengqian seemed to have become a native of this village.

In addition to still not being able to understand most of the dialects, Xiao Mengqian followed the village head and got to know all kinds of people in the village, and walked to the top of a distant mountain with the adults, and saw the hidden Shuanglin Village in the distance in the cold wind. I got to know the children again with the teachers in the school, and through the children, I got to know the mountain and the village deep in the mountain again.

Just like now, Xiao Mengqian and a few children just came to the secret base they said. Even the people in the village didn't notice that there was a cave hidden on the mountainside under the cover of heavy snow and pine trees.

A boy named Xue Jiangtao pointed to another chubby boy next to him and said, "It was the last time we came to play on the mountain, and chubby broke off a branch because he was too fat, and just rolled into that cave."

The cave is not big, but it has been remodeled by the children... Xiao Mengqian thinks this cave is very "luxury". The worn-out wolf fur is spread on the ground around the fire. I found some three-plank stools made by Xiaopang himself, and the fluffy blankets were stitched together by Xue Xinrui's children.

After a child took out a fire folder to start a fire, several people sat around together. Xiao Mengqian took out the drawing board and handed out papers to the children. After distributing, Xiao Mengqian clapped his hands. The children looked at Xiao Mengqian, Meng Qian said, "Teacher Xiao is starting class!"

Several children laughed and clapped their hands and shouted sweetly: "Hello, teacher!"

Xiao Meng raised the drawing paper in her hand, pointed outside: "Today, let's draw a cave! Only after drawing the cave can we start today's formal lecture."

After hearing this, several children turned their heads to look at the cave, Xiaopang raised his hand and asked, "Teacher, do you want to draw anything outside the cave?"

Xiao Meng smiled and shook her head: "Only draw caves."

After speaking, Xiao Mengqian picked up the paintbrush and drew carefully on her drawing board, looking at the silver-clad outside the cave from the side of the cave.

The dark boundary of the cave is also erratic when the fire is on and off. Although the lines of the cave are not complicated, it takes vision and patience to determine the cave in your eyes among the changing lines. This is why Xiao Mengqian heard that there is such a cave today. Then I took these children out to sketch the reason.

When it was getting dark, Xiao Mengqian walked down the mountain with the children while communicating with the children about the process and results of today's painting.

Before going down the mountain, Xiao Mengqian memorized the location of this cave, and remembered the warm cave furnished by the children. Xiao Meng, holding Xue Xinrui's little hand, smiled slightly and asked them: "Can you sing?"

Xiaopang said happily in a naive voice: "I will definitely, but I'm afraid you won't understand."

Xue Jiangtao also gathered around: "Little Fatty sings very well, sister Mengqian, you must listen to it!"

Xue Xinrui said: "Xiao Pang, start up!"

Xiao Mengqian did not understand the meaning of the folk song sung in the dialect, but the heroic tone made Xiao Mengqian feel that the people in Shuanglin Village have been singing folk songs like this for many, many years to climb the mountain at sunrise and climb the mountain at sunset. Go down the mountain, cut through the dawn, and fear the night without fear.

Although Xiaopang is young, his loud voice and sufficient lung capacity still sang powerfully and powerfully in the folk song about the tenacity and fearlessness of the people in Shuanglin Village who have settled here for a hundred years.

After a song was sung, Xue Xinrui looked at the distance from the village and shook Xiao Mengqian's hand: "Sister Mengqian, there is actually a Mandarin version of this song that was changed by the teacher. I can teach you Oh, we can sing too." After that, he raised his face and looked at Xue Jiangtao and the others, and Xue Jiangtao and the others nodded in response, with a pure smile of anticipation on their faces.

"That's good, I'll teach you how to draw, and you can teach me how to sing." Xiao Mengqian said imitating Xue Xinrui, shaking her hand.

"Okay!" The children replied in unison.

When they stood on a small hill and looked at the lights in the village not far away, Xiao Mengqian was already able to sing with them, although sometimes she still couldn't remember the words.

"Azure is going to snow, frost will come at night~"

"The winding ancient road circles with the mountains."

"In the snow-covered village, there is a non-frozen Chashi Brocade"

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The author says:

So sleepy—sleepy—

Come on—(dream talk)