The old man drew lots for the New Year.

Ruan Ruan was only ten years old when he met Changsheng.

The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. Bypassing the eighteen bends of the mountain road, I reached the habitat of the sunset glow and finally reached my destination. Grandma squatted down, carefully stroked her head and said softly, "Ruan Ruan, there will be no grandma in the future, but you can't be willful when you get here."

Confessions have been made at home countless times. Whether she was young or nodded blankly.

Old man Cheng received them. He was wearing a robe, like an old man crossing over. He seems to like Ruan Ruan very much, so grandma patted her on the shoulder. She immediately understood and said, "Hello, master."

At this moment, a boy just came down from upstairs. Cheng Laohan pointed him out to Ruan Ruan: "His name is Song Changsheng, and he is your brother."

It was already evening, and Changsheng took her out of the door. This small building seems to be connected with the clouds on the horizon. He looked at her first, then looked her up and down for a long time, and then said, "Bean sprouts."

"It's still a bean sprout with long hair." There is a tease in his voice.

She is really short, and her hair is really long. She has a constant braided hair all year round, and it is black and swings to her calves. A pair of round almond eyes, very childish, just looked at him timidly.

Ruan Ruan was laughed at by such a person and tried to fight back, but after staring at him for a long time, I found nothing but life is so chic.

"You ... you idiot." I don't know what happened to her, but she is the key.

Changsheng suddenly froze, his face flushed as if nothing had happened, and then he kept laughing: "Bean sprouts, bean sprouts, can I understand that you are praising me in disguise?"

Ruan Ruan's heart tightened, and his narrow mind was discovered, and his cheeks suddenly warmed. She patted her face, lowered her head and turned to run.

That long braid swings in the evening breeze, like a butterfly dancing in the afterglow of the sunset. That's how longevity is, slowly, slowly, bending its mouth.

"Hey, bean sprouts, the master recognized you, but I haven't recognized you yet." He shouted at her back.

In fact, this fairy said very little, but Ruan Ruan is true. Grandma told her not to be willful, and she offended her brother as soon as she came. What should I do?

At night, old man Cheng went to bed early, but Ruan Ruan couldn't sleep. Finally, he stood up carefully. When Changsheng opened the door, she reached out and hung her head and said, "Brother, this is for you. Shall we make peace?"

It's a little doll with a dirty skirt. Looking at her pathetic face again, the heart of Changsheng suddenly softened: "Come on, I can't bear to let you be my sister."

"Really?" Ruan Ruan turned supercilious look and asked sweetly.

"That's still fake." Changsheng looked at her, a small group of girls, with childish eyebrows and eyes, so funny.

"hey." She held out her hand calmly and solemnly, and her voice was as sweet as chewing a candy. "Brother, let's get to know each other again. My name is Ruan Ruan. My name is Ruan Ruan. "

"Longevity." He imitated her tone, "The name is Song Changsheng."

2

Qilingshan is blocked and the traffic is inconvenient. After Ruan came, he hardly went down.

She knows why grandma brought her here. Grandma is getting older and older. It is really difficult for an old man to support a child. Old man Cheng had no children or daughters, and just wanted to accept an apprentice, so he sent her.

Old man Cheng is a respected person. He guards a tea garden. He has been busy all his life and regards tea as his life. He insisted on making tea by hand, and the tea cooked was rich in flavor. He called it second, but no one dared to call it first. Every spring and autumn, tea lovers come here, so he opened a teahouse for yellow tea that was gradually lost.

Ruan Ruan is here, with food, school, a teacher to teach her and a brother to accompany her, and she is happy and comfortable.

And near the end of the year, Ruan Ruan always goes back. She is twelve years old and is busy with her grandmother in the small kitchen. Suddenly, she heard the sound of knocking on the window glass, so she found the sound.

It is eternal life.

It was getting dark, and he almost became a small ink spot between the vast world. Ruan recognized him at first sight.

The lazy voice said, "I'm hungry and want to eat your cooked noodles."

Every time I am hungry at night in Qilingshan, I always shake Ruan, and then she will make him a bowl of white water with sleepy eyes open. I don't know why, but I'm not tired of eating this forever.

If it is a little brighter outside, you can see the redness at the root of the boy's ear and the tension in his voice. But it doesn't matter. When presented in person, she smiled and said, "It's almost the Spring Festival. I put two eggs for you. "

Changsheng ate a bowl of noodles, burped twice, and then gently pulled Ruan Ruan's skirt and motioned to go out with him.

He handed her the tightly hidden thing and casually said, "A New Year gift for you."

His voice was warm and soft, and a gentle wind blew into her heart. Ruan Ruan took the gift and found it was the kind of blonde foreign doll that only appeared on TV. She exclaimed in surprise, "Brother, that's very kind of you!" "

Changsheng shrugged indifferently: "I went down the mountain with the master yesterday and bought it when I saw it."

Ruan Ruan suddenly remembered something and blinked and asked him, "So you came to give me a gift?"

He was probably embarrassed about being poked in the center and his movements were obviously slow. He said stiffly, "you little girl, I'll give you something." Soon he touched his stomach and said, "I was really hungry just now anyway."

But Ruan Ruan still whispered, "You eat so slowly that you are full at a glance."

At this time, grandma came over and casually asked, "Changsheng, did you sneak out by yourself?"

The boy is not good at telling lies, and his face soon turns into pig liver color.

"Ruan Ruan, quick tidy up your things. I'll take you home, or your master will be alone! "

"What should Grandma do?" Still immortal, but be careful.

"Grandma, it doesn't matter. You can come to see me again in a few days. "

Ruan, this is the New Year. Old man Cheng was happy and deliberately opened an altar of good wine buried under a tree. He took a sip carefully and replied with a long frown, but for a long time he only said, "This wine is not as good as my tea!" " "

Changsheng looked upright: "Master, don't lie. This bottle of wine can only be taken out on holidays. Ruan Ruan is simple-minded, you can lie to her, but I am still here. "

"You this boy, don't owe a fight?" Old man Cheng frowned slightly, threatening to beat him.

Changsheng also hurried to find reinforcements. He grabbed Ruan's tiny arm and said, "Ruan, why don't you go and help the master?"

The well-lit hut soon became lively, and the laughter of the three people flew to the roof, to the tea garden, to the invisible distance, and blossomed flowers that never faded.

three

Every year around Tomb-Sweeping Day, there are always tea lovers who live in tea gardens and live with tea farmers. One is to taste the latest tea, and the other is to experience the hardships behind a good tea.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie came. He always holds his glasses when he speaks, and he looks very stylish.

The man was called Professor Jiang by the master, and Ruan Ruan always liked to stare at him. His lips opened and closed, chattering, spitting out new ideas and new worlds, covering her eyes like the tide.

But the master fell ill a few days ago because of the heavy task of picking tea in Qingming. He had a bad back pain and couldn't get up in bed, so he gave them the task of sending Professor Jiang to the tea garden.

She learned a lot after staying here for two years. So she solemnly told Professor Jiang: "When picking tea, we should grasp the strength, the strength of seven points, break it, don't pinch it, about three centimeters."

Professor Jiang smiled and nodded, taking every tea tree seriously. He asked again, "Why did your master choose to open a tea garden here?"

Ruan Ruan's little brain turned and replied like a stream: "The soil layer is deep and there is water, and the air outlet at the back is close to the traffic."

She seems a little embarrassed: "In fact, there is no near traffic, because our tea is generally not exported."

Professor Jiang gave her a favorable look and said, "Little girl, you will do a lot in the future."

At this time, Changsheng stopped his work, patted his chest and said proudly, "You don't want to see whose family is small."

However, after seeing the tea they picked, Old Man Cheng frowned more tightly, and even ignored the backache. He went to the tea garden before dawn the next day.

His tea, if you want to choose, choose the best.

Professor Jiang lamented: "Now the mechanical picking of tea gardens is aimed at mass production, and the fineness required by Master Cheng may not be reached. If you can invent a machine that fully meets Master Cheng's requirements, he won't be so tired. "

Ruan Ruan's eyes lit up in an instant. She remembered the teacher's swollen waist and rough hands, the soft temperature of the land, and the suntanned faces of countless tea farmers. She thought a lot and finally asked stupefied, "Is it really okay?"

"It's just that the current technology can't reach it. It would be nice if we could do it in the future. Study physics well if you are interested. You will learn this in college in the future! "

In the evening, Ruan Ruan and Changsheng climbed onto the roof. She raised her chin and said nothing.

"Do you still think about that day?"

"Yes, brother, maybe I can do something." She mumbled, her gentle voice falling. "But … I can't."

Changsheng knows what she is thinking. From the day she was sent, she was tied up in this tea garden in Qilingshan. He patted her little head: "Don't you forget, there is me, I can stay with the master, and I will learn from him."

"But, you obviously like painting best ..." She muttered doubtfully. Changsheng's grandfather is a close friend of the old man Cheng. Because of this relationship, he was sent here, saying that he learned to be calm. Ruan Ruan knows that she will leave here one day and return to her original world.

"Actually, I like them all." His eyes are clear and quiet, like a stream flowing quietly in the night. He gave her a clear and shallow smile. "Hey, think about the future and do what you like."

She is really too young and always feels that the future is out of reach. But under the canopy of this night, she began to think about the distance and the thing called dream.

It's just that she didn't expect it to accompany her all her life, to accompany her through the beautiful years, and to cross the Qian Shan of Qian Qian.

four

Time is like a wing, flying like a dove. Ruan Ruan's height is like a tree jointing, and she has also become graceful and has officially become a member of the high school army.

Boys and girls of this age are always full of ignorant and delicate thoughts. Changsheng is the man of the hour in the school. He is tall and thin, with fine features and a well-dressed white shirt. Gradually, someone quietly asked her if Changsheng had a girlfriend. After she tells the truth, there are always many envelopes stuffed into her arms.

After school that day, she gave the envelope and gift to Changsheng, and then ran away angrily. She didn't know what she was angry about, but the thought that if Changsheng promised one of them, it would no longer belong to her, and she felt a layer of astringency unconsciously. It's just that Ruan never thought about it. When did eternal life belong to her?

Changsheng pushed the bicycle, looked at her back and smiled unconsciously. It suddenly occurred to him that the day he first met her, her long braids shook and shook, with a sweet wind, somehow, gently blowing into his heart.

——

Since then, Professor Jiang has come every year.

Professor Jiang is a generation younger than Lao Cheng, but they are more like familiar friends. Ruan Ruan hopes that he will come early every year, because Professor Jiang always brings her the latest news in the world.

Mr. Cheng Lao's yellow tea is the most famous and Professor Jiang's favorite. Making yellow tea is divided into four steps: fixation, rolling, yellowing and drying. It sounds simple, but if one person is not careful, the whole batch of tea will be invalidated, so there are fewer and fewer pure yellow teas on the market.

Old man Cheng Can can really be called an old hand. Not to mention the fine selection of materials, he is also extremely cautious in the process of making tea. He stared at the fermentation process for 36 hours, chose the pot and temperature, and even the water must be the cleanest and freshest mountain spring.

For more than 70 years, tens of thousands of days and nights, he gave up his life and enthusiasm. What is surging in the cups is not tea, but the craftsman's sincerity.

Old man Cheng presented Professor Jiang with the first cup of tea this year, which was clear and elegant, just like the ink and wash inadvertently rendered by China ancient paintings.

Professor Jiang took a sip for a while and said, "As natural as yellow, it is light and fragrant. Good tea! "

Cheng old man satisfiedly smiled. His tea must be the best.

As if he had hesitated for a long time, Professor Jiang magically took out a stack of white paper from behind him: "In fact, we have discussed this matter for several years, and our team intends to pay a high price to buy this place. I know this is your life's mission, so you don't have to leave. We hire you as our director with a high salary. "

"One billion. Anyway, the bid is high enough. " Professor Jiang is quite confident.

Hearing this, Ruan Ruan understood everything. Countless people want to buy this place every year. They all want to get old man Cheng's secret recipe for making tea. In fact, there is no secret recipe, just decades of persistence. They don't understand and don't want to understand. The difference between Professor Jiang and others is that what he wants is not the secret recipe, but the reputation of Mr. Cheng Lao.

"Professor Jiang." Old man Cheng used to call him "version", but even his name has changed. "As for me, I respect you as a professor and love tea, so I made you a friend. But I never thought that you should have such a mind. "

He sighed and his voice was hoarse: "What a disappointment!"

"I am also for you. Your teahouse and tea garden don't make money at all. I can make it bigger, let the whole world know, and let you make countless money! "

"It's like making tea," he said. Old man Cheng didn't even get angry, and he wasn't sick. "At first, the tea will float, which is the state when he was young, but in the end, the tea will sink to the bottom, which is modest and steady, which is also old."

He closed his eyes and smiled: "I never thought about what I wanted when I was young, let alone now."

five

The moonlight is foggy, and the evening breeze sweeps the buttonwood, screening the shadows into strips, and the windows are mottled.

"Brother, do you think the world of adults is like this?" She didn't dare to ask quietly until the dead of night

"Look at people, don't you think our master is honest all his life?" He smiled. "Did you fail in physics again? I think you go to the lab every day. Are you lazy? "

"Brother, how come?" She mumbled, her voice a little wronged, and her voice was soft and waxy. "Of course I have done experiments in the laboratory, but my brain is not smart enough, but I really work hard."

"But I believe that diligence can make up for it." She smiled again, as if there were stars in her eyes.

Changsheng hooked his nose and suddenly giggled, "I'm hungry."

"ok." She answered as usual and prepared a white water surface.

Many things happened in Ruan's senior three.

Changsheng dropped out of school and stopped taking the college entrance examination. He packed his things, and those bags that accompanied him for three years in high school could only be picked up with two hands.

As the sun sets, the wind blows from afar. Ruan Ruan actually felt a little cold: "Brother, is this really the case?"

Changsheng approached her, still in that warm tone: "Yes, only in this way can you concentrate on accompanying Master. You are not unaware that his health is getting worse. "

"Brother, I mean." She sniffed and sobbed, "Aren't you ... because of me?"

After more than two years of hard work, her physics scores have improved magically. According to this trend, weighing is not a problem, so my brother entrusted himself to the tea garden in order to let her go out with peace of mind.

"Silly girl." He smiled helplessly and sighed again. "I told you not to watch so many idol dramas, but you just wouldn't listen ..."

"Brother, I won't let you down." She smiled and her cheeks were full of confidence.

Since what happened to Professor Hejiang happened in the tea garden, Old Man Cheng no longer welcomes anyone who loves tea to live in his house, but only opens a teahouse.

Just no one expected that Professor Jiang came again, but this time he swaggered in with a document.

"The whole Qiling Mountain will become an ecological new area. When all the tea farmers move out, you can get a compensation, but it is much less than my premise. I didn't sign the contract at the beginning, and now I regret it! "

Hearing the news, the old man Cheng's center of gravity was unstable and he almost fainted. Qinling Mountain is his bone and tea garden is his soul. Won't he die if you take these two things away?

Old man Cheng stayed in the tea garden for two days with a frown. Finally, he patted Changsheng on the shoulder and said that he was going out of town soon and asked him to take good care of the tea garden.

Changsheng nodded, but looking at his back, his heart was too astringent to say anything.

However, less than a week later, Changsheng received the news of the death of Old Man Cheng.

It turns out that old man Cheng went to petition, and he begged them to take it back, but no one promised. He can only use the oldest and stupidest method-kneeling in front of the government for three days and three nights.

At that time, passers-by knew that there was such an old man. Some people say he is stupid, some people laugh at him, and some good people who know his name come to help him. So public opinion, like snowballing, held several meetings again and again. When the verdict finally reached him, he fell down laughing.

Sudden cerebral hemorrhage is really too tired. Only this autumn, that is, walking on the road of death, to the underworld. He traded his life for the life of Qilingshan.

Changsheng knelt on the cold hospital floor and refused to get up. If he knew it would be the end, he would catch the master.

He bowed heavily to the old man's body: "I will take good care of this tea garden, Poros. Live up to your death. "

Ruan Ruan asked for a month's leave, only to see this scene when he came back. The hospital is empty, brand-new and cold as an ice shell. Trembling like chaff, she finally fell into the arms of Changsheng and cried: "Brother, Master is so kind, so kind ..."

The world is big and the road is far away, so she can't see the road clearly in tears.

The young man's arm was very strong, and he held her tighter. It took a long time to say, "Never mind. We will live together in the future. "

The body of the old man Cheng was buried in the tea garden, where he really belongs. The childless old man devoted his last life to his lifelong career.

The two of them are sitting in the tea garden, sitting in an empty world, mourning everywhere, sitting in a bottomless sadness. Legs and feet curled up slightly, and tears were clearly visible under the black smile. How can it be dark in the blink of an eye?

six

In June of that year, Ruan Ruan took part in the college entrance examination and unexpectedly lost the key university.

She cried and said, "Stop reading, stop reading", and Changsheng frowned. How could he not know what she was thinking? It's nothing more than taking a year's tuition and living expenses, and taking a step back. Even if I am admitted, what about the tuition fee of the university?

So he walked up to her and patted her heavily: "The book must be read. The master's tea garden is still waiting for your machine."

That night, Ruan Ruan didn't fall asleep, and happened to find that Changsheng was painting one picture after another.

At that time, it was late at night, and the moon was as cool as water, reflecting the eyebrows of teenagers and shining brightly. Changsheng has won many painting awards, so the quality of paintings goes without saying. He picked up the glass frame and installed it carefully. He looked at his work, smiled with satisfaction, and then prepared for the next one.

Ten days later, Changsheng proudly told Ruan Ruan that he didn't have to worry about tuition.

She had a brainwave and immediately asked him, "Did you sell those paintings?"

Seeing that he didn't answer, Ruan Ruan's nose was sour, but tears flowed down unimpeded: "Brother didn't say that dreams would never be sold?"

"But that's not my dream anymore," he smiled at her and gently wiped away her tears. "Good, so ugly."

Ruan Ruan later thought that her brother had done so much for her and she wanted to do something, so she decided to sell her long hair. Unexpectedly, Changsheng took her away at the last minute. He said angrily, "I'll take this long braid!" "

Ruan Ruan looked at him in all seriousness and suddenly smiled.

So the next year, Ruan Ruan worked hard and got the first place in the province. When she got the admission notice from Tsinghua University Institute of Mechanical Engineering, Changsheng seemed happier than her.

The moon is hidden and the stars are sparse, and the moonlight shrinks into a small ball. It was the last night before leaving, and no one slept.

"Bean sprouts," he called her for the first and last time. He said in a few inaudible voices, "My mother used to say that a girl with silkworms has a beautiful smile. You seem to have one."

He suddenly approached her, and her heart was pounding with the aroma coming from him and his unintentional breathing.

"Bean sprouts are not what they used to be," he praised her. "It's still beautiful if you look carefully."

Her cheeks were a little red, and then he said, "What should I do? I seem to be hungry. "

Ruan Ruan didn't look at her: "I don't want to do it today."

"I am your brother," he said, with a charming smile in his eyes. "Be obedient."

When the noodles were served, Ruan Ruan suddenly asked, "Brother, why do you always eat white water?"

Changsheng replied helplessly, "Idiot, because you can only make white water."

Ruan Ruan's heart swelled with soft waves. In a flash, her eyes became hazy, and the time was so good that she carved her boy into such a good boy.

The next day, he sent her to the station. They were reluctant to go, but they were helpless in the face of growth. Finally, she printed a kiss on his face like a dragonfly. He was surprised to find that the girl looked up and smiled like a flower, like a wet rose in a drizzle.

So his palm came over and gently rubbed her long braid. At noon, the sun is shining and there is a hot air boiling. Two people smiled slightly, did not speak, just stood like that, very beautiful.

At the end of the day, he waved to her in the sun. She looked at him through the window and described his eyebrows carefully. At that time, the boy was already very slim.

None of them shed tears, nor did they have mixed feelings of sadness and joy, nor did they say goodbye. Generally speaking, it is certain that they will meet again, even if the time is gray, across the Qian Shan.

seven

It was 20 10 new year, and Ruan Ruan finally came back from vacation. She has become a big girl in a city. Without a half-crawling gesture, Changsheng squinted at her.

Ruan Ruan came back with a small box containing a smart phone. At that time, smart phones were just popular. Hand it to the immortal, and he shook his head.

He seems very unhappy: "is this expensive?" How can you waste this money? "

Ruan Ruan smiled: "You can surf the Internet. We can chat with this, which is much more convenient. "

Changsheng frowned: "Isn't the phone ok? I am busy making tea every day. How can I use this thing? "

Seeing his determination, she didn't persist. After a while, she put her things away. As soon as she looked down, she found that his palm was much rougher, which was the trace of day-to-day work, and these ... should be made by her.

She was a little stiff and couldn't help trembling and said, "So, brother, do you still paint?"

Changsheng shook his head slightly and his voice was hoarse: "The teahouse is very busy and has no time to draw."

She didn't know what to say at the moment, only "hmm", casually found some topics, and then faltered.

On New Year's Eve, they wrapped up jiaozi, firecrackers were getting louder and louder outside, and the Spring Festival Gala was playing on TV. She talked happily about what she saw and heard in Beijing.

The phone rang suddenly, and she was embarrassed to pick it up: "I have to go for the New Year. The professor has a project and wants to take me ... "

Before she finished, Changsheng became clear, so she nodded: "It's just the New Year, I'm very busy. Your girl is here, which is just a mess for me. "

It's 20 13 summer vacation. Ruan jumped with excitement when she received the admission notice from Yale University in the United States. She hugged Changsheng's neck tightly and shed tears: "Brother, I succeeded. It's a full scholarship. I can finally complete my dream!" "

She looked up. He stared at her, just like looking at a flower made of glass, which broke accidentally. He said with a wry smile, congratulations, his little daughter has grown up and is destined to sail and go further.

So finally, under the crimson sky, the two looked at each other, but they were out of reach.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

There are flowers in the wind, the distant glow is all over the sky, the steam is steaming, and the train is whistling, just like then. Ruan Ruan didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help blushing. In the years to come, say goodbye, but take good care of yourself, that's all, but that's all.