In early summer, the branches are covered with green plums.
The town is full of charm, the river is clear, and you can see the swaying water plants and green translucent shrimps in it.
There is a row of houses by the river, with white walls and dark tiles, and low verandahs.
A gust of wind blew up half of the roller blinds hanging on the windows of one of the houses facing the water. The roller blinds danced with the wind and hit the window lattice with a "plop, plop" sound, adding a bit of loneliness to the excitement.
The thin and tall maid in green clothes hurried over, gently closed the roller blinds, leaned over to close the window, and whispered to the master who was lying beside him.
"Master Jiu, it's true that I'm not in good health, so I just want to sit here and blow the wind. If nothing else, the wind makes the roller blinds crackle. Don't you mind the noise?"
Duo'er was complaining and busy at the same time. The faint sunshine shone into her eyes, which were crystal clear. The fine curly hair beside her ears was blowing in the wind, revealing some exotic beauty.
"Don't move!" A low and melodious voice sounded. Gu Yilan, who was lying motionless, stood up gently, dragged the drawing paper and ink from the tables beside him, took a look at Duo'er, and then traced a stroke.
He drew faster and faster, and his brush was flying. After a while, a pretty and gentle girl in green appeared on the paper, her eyebrows and eyes were all vivid.
Duo'er stood naturally and didn't make any fuss. It was just that she had been looked at so many times that she inevitably blushed and was shy.
Gu Yilan concentrated her concentration and was about to continue painting when suddenly a thin pain arose in her heart and spread to her limbs and bones at an extremely fast speed.
He calmly put down his pen and said, "Suddenly I want to eat the Jade Shaomai at the east end of the street."
Duo'er was slightly surprised, glanced at him, bowed quietly and left.
When the door was closed, Gu Yilan could no longer hold on, and while kneeling on the couch, she knocked over the inkstone.
Different shades of ink splashed on the jade-white paper, and a few drops fell on the girl's face, staining the entire painting.
"What a pity..." He sighed softly, struggled to change into a more comfortable position and curled up on the couch.
The pain is like a tide, attacking mercilessly one after another. The skin and blood vessels seem to be torn to pieces. Every breath is suffering, making people feel that death is the only relief.
Gu Yilan did not close her eyes, but looked at the closed window, used all her strength, grabbed the inkstone and threw it over.
The windows opened in response, and the beautiful scenery greeted us.
Small bridges and flowing water, boats with awnings coming, girls washing their clothes, and laughter.
Gu Yilan watched this scene quietly and smiled slightly.
It’s summer again.
He actually survived four more years after breaking up with Mu Yunhan and Gu Fenglin. It was really not easy.
The pain is still unrelenting, like the fibrous roots of an ivy, always trying to drill into the wall until it tears open cracks in the wall.
So this body is really riddled with holes.
A faint layer of red filled the air before my eyes, and the beautiful scenery outside the window gradually became blurred, and finally, I could no longer see it.
Gu Yilan sighed silently, maybe she had seen enough scenery before she lost her sight and died without regrets.
"Master Jiu, Shaomai is here, and there is another good news. Guess who wrote us a letter..."
Duo'er's hands were full of things. She turned sideways and pushed the door open with her shoulders. When she saw Gu Yilan's appearance, she screamed in fright and all the things in her hands fell to the ground.
She cried and threw herself in front of Gu Yilan. She stretched out her hands tremblingly to pick him up, but she didn't dare. She had to kneel in front of him and whispered, "Master Jiu, Master Jiu..."