Her best friend asked her what she wished for, but she just shook her head and smiled without answering.
She has only one wish-I hope he will be safe. ...
But the war is over. ...
The boy didn't come back ...
The girl still stubbornly guarded every seed she planted for the boy, although the people in the village advised her to give up five years after the war.
Her parents searched house after house for her, but the girl remained indifferent.
Finally, her parents were forced to worry. His parents ignored the girl's protest and only promised to marry her to a family in the city.
The girl tried to reject the marriage in any way, but failed.
But the night before the wedding, the girl suddenly stopped resisting and put on a dress that all the women in the village envied. Knowing that she finally got over it, her family happily prepared for tomorrow's wedding.
I don't know that the girl has actually made up her mind quietly. She wants to keep her promise to that boy.
On the wedding day, almost the whole village gathered in the church on the hill.
They all sincerely wished the couple well, but when the bride appeared at the other end of the carpet, everyone stayed. The bride's dress is not white, but red with the blood on her hand.
Looking at the injured bride, although the groom tried his best to marry her, the husband's family insisted on breaking off the marriage relationship.
The girl finally got the peace she wanted because she was expelled from her home and the whole village.
Ten, twenty, forty, sixty years.
As early as people forgot this story, the girl was still quietly irrigating her forest. Although she is no longer young, her light footsteps have become heavy, her black hair has turned gray and her youthful face has been scarred by time, but the girl still hasn't stopped.
She stays with her tree every day until it gets dark, and then goes back to the hut she built by the lake.
The girl died alone, because her tree couldn't take care of her when she was sick, call a doctor for her and save her life.
A few boys in the village couldn't bear to see it, so they buried her under a tree by the lake.
Strange to say, from that day on, although other trees will wither and flourish with the change of seasons.
But only that tree is said to have never lost a fruit and thanked a leaf since that day.
The time around me seems to stay at that moment and no longer flow.
From that day on, there was another legend by the lake.
Men and women, as long as they can walk through the forest and plant a seed with their wishes in front of the wishing tree, their wishes will surely come true.
Of course, the premise is that he must be sincere.
When listening to Fobo finish the whole story, I couldn't help holding Xiaoyan's hand tightly.
Xiaoyan shook me as if she understood my heart.
Actually, it's not the first time we've heard this story. Almost all the young people in the village grew up listening to the story of Fu Bo.
But today's story is particularly meaningful to me.
Because, the day after tomorrow, I will go to war with the troops stationed here.
I don't know if I have a chance to come back, Xiaoyan promised me.
She will not see me off, because when I leave, she will stand in front of the wishing tree and plant a seed for me.
But I hope Xiaoyan is not as stupid as the girl in the story.
No one needs to sacrifice his life to prove how much he loves someone.
Because that will only make the person you love feel more distressed.
"So, where did the boy go?"
This is a question that we always ask after listening to the story, but although I asked from the age of eight to the age of eighteen, Fobo always smiled and answered us, shook his head again, then propped up his limp body with crutches and slowly paced home as the end of each time.
But even so, we still ask the same question after every story, because we believe that Fobo is just selling, and one day he will tell us where the boy went. In fact, we have guessed the ending of the story thousands of times.
For example, the boy died, changed his mind, was injured and couldn't come back.
Even the statement that Fubo is a boy came out, but we didn't jump to a conclusion, because we believe that the ending from Fu Bo's mouth must be more beautiful and moving than ours.
"I think I can answer where your boy went."
Hearing this sentence, each of us turned around and looked back at this young man who sat behind us from the beginning and listened to the story, but he was unremarkable.
He is about twenty years old, and from the story of Fobo, he enjoys the cool under a tree behind us.
No one paid attention to him at first, but his amazing words attracted all our attention.
"What's the matter? Why are you staring at me? Don't you want to know the later story? "
The young man smiled and said. "think! Of course! "
I don't know who said this first, but I don't think anyone will blame him for his rudeness. After all, this story, from small to large, has echoed countless times in our minds and in our dreams.
Today, I can finally hear the whole story, which is a parting gift for me!
Just as everyone was ready to listen to the young man, Fobo said, "It's time, young man. Come with me. Your story should be told to her first. "
After that, he walked slowly to the other end of the village with crutches.
Young people seem to know what Fu Bo wants. They don't ask too much. They just silently followed Fu Bo, leaving us with a stunned face.
But Xiaoyan and I certainly won't miss such a good opportunity. We exchanged a tacit look and followed them secretly, which made them even more dumbfounded.
Fu Bo walked slowly, the young man followed him silently, and Xiaoyan and I followed him secretly. Fu Bo looked back from time to time and obviously didn't want us to follow them, so Xiaoyan and I didn't dare to get too close.
Fortunately, this forest is our childhood playground, so although we keep our distance, we will not lose it.
Through the village, through the stream, through the forest. Fobo took the young man to the shade of a big tree. That is a very strange tree. Although it was autumn at that time and the surrounding trees began to turn yellow, only it still maintained its midsummer appearance.
"This ... is a wishing tree?" The young man asked.
"yes. This is also the tree she planted for him. " Fobo said.
"Well, I think I should introduce myself first." The young man said, put down his bag. With a jar in his hand.
"Don't need it. You are here to tell her the story behind it! " Fobo interrupted the young man.
But the young man just shrugged his shoulders, sat quietly in the shade, took a deep breath and continued the whole legend.
In fact, the boy didn't die. After the war, the boy was lucky to survive, but he was not happy, because in an operation to cover the village, the bullet he shot hit a girl who ran away with the villagers.
The bullet hit her back, but it hit him hard in the heart. His companions advised him not to take this responsibility, and some even offered to "solve" the whole thing for him.
But the boy refused. He didn't want to make a bigger mistake to cover up his mistake, so he decided to take responsibility.
The boy sat quietly by the girl's bed. Although the villagers accused him and his companions didn't understand him, the boy just silently endured it because his heart was tied to the girl's safety.
The girl finally woke up, on the fifth day when he didn't eat or drink. However, the girl couldn't walk any further, and the bullet hit her spine.
To be responsible, the boy volunteered to take care of the girl. After the war, the boy didn't go home either. He even restrained himself from writing home.
He hoped that the girl would die, so that she could find happiness that she could not give her.
The injured girl knows that the boy is unhappy, and she doesn't want her misfortune to bring others misfortune.
The boy was moved by her kindness and decided to propose to her.
In this way, they got married.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the couple is already an old couple. Although the two old people are inconvenient to move, they still love each other and support each other. It wasn't until a year after grandpa died that grandma was sorting out his belongings and looking through his diary at random, suddenly she found that grandpa had never forgotten the girl.
Grandma cries every page she turns. She is distressed by her grandfather's painstaking efforts. Obviously, he never forgot the girl, but stayed here for her and never showed his pain in front of her. But in his diary, he missed the girl so deeply that it was heartbreaking. Maybe he really loves that girl, but he didn't let her suffer any injustice.
Grandma decided to send grandpa back to his hometown.
She has tired him all his life, so he should go back.
"That's it." The young man took out a diary from his bag.
"This is what he wrote with his own ideas about girls. Besides, I have one more thing to say. " The young man said.
"Grandpa, he didn't betray that girl until he died. Although I married my grandmother, my grandfather never did anything wrong to her. I am not their grandson, I am just an orphan taken care of by them. "
"I see, don't worry, he has never left you." Faubo stroked the tree with one hand and muttered something to himself.
"And," the young man picked up the jar he had been holding.
"This is grandpa's ashes, and grandma asked me to bury him in the girl's grave." "Just buried here. This whole forest is her graveyard. " Fobo said.
The young man dug a hole under the tree, carefully put the jar and diary in, and then buried it.
"Well, I'll be leaving now. I must go back and report to grandma. " With that, the young man bowed slightly to Fobo and turned away without looking back.
Fobo sat quietly under the tree on crutches.
I don't know how long it took, and the fog in the forest gradually became heavier. At this moment, Fu Bo suddenly said, "Go ahead, I want to sit down for a while." Xiaoyan and I had a tacit understanding and turned around and left quietly.
The fog on the return trip is very heavy, and the scenery on the road looks completely different from that on the road. I don't know if I'm dizzy
But I see a couple besides us. I turned to ask Xiaoyan if she saw it like me. I didn't expect Xiaoyan to say to me with a smile, "Whether they are or not, we don't need to disturb them."
I laughed too. Yeah! If I were you, I wouldn't want to be disturbed for such a long time!
The next day, I left with the army train. Xiaoyan didn't send me as agreed, because I knew she planted a seed for me in front of the wishing tree.
A month later, I received a letter from Xiaoyan in the army.
She said Fobo was dead, in his own bed. Fu Bo walked quietly, because when the villagers found him, he had a smile on his face.
One more thing, it turns out that Fu Bo gave Xiaoyan a letter before he left, telling her not to open it before he left the village. Now he's gone.
So Xiaoyan opened the letter.
I just know, originally Fu Bo was the groom. He has always regretted insisting on marrying a girl, and even more regretted not insisting on keeping her.
Therefore, he incarnated as "Fu Bo" just to protect her and let the story spread.
Now that the boy is back, he should retire. After all, he has been waiting for her for 60 years. He is tired and wants to have a rest.
I read Xiaoyan's letter in one breath and connected the whole story in my mind.
I was deeply moved by the whole story, whether it was a girl, a boy, a faubus or an injured girl.
They are all people who really know how to love and love with their heart.
At the end of the letter, I saw a line left by Xiaoyan.
She said: "P.S. Promise me not to shoot at random anyway."