Pink apricots, pink plums and white plums, the branches are full in the wind in the spring, and the begonias are blooming freely.
It was February, and spring flowers were blooming all over the mountains and fields, reflecting the excitement of the season. In the wasteland, a solitary tomb is buried under the spreading spring flowers. There is no monument, but it is not deserted.
The man stood in front of the tomb with a riding crop in his hand. He was wearing dark clothes and a silver-white robe. An apricot-red sachet hung quietly on his waist, exuding the fragrance of rose flowers. A tall white horse was eating roughage not far away. Farther away, outside the apricot blossom forest, a handsome young man led the horse and waited quietly, occasionally casting an uneasy glance inside.
The man raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch something, but put it down stiffly. A complicated and unspeakable look appeared in his eyes, which was immediately replaced by a strong anger.
"Woman, is death so easy?" He smiled, then suddenly raised his hand and struck the lonely grave with his palm. In an instant, the flowers shook, and their branches broke, and the fallen yellow trees flew like butterflies.
The young man saw it from a distance and was so frightened that he ran over in a hurry. But in this moment, the man had already struck with his palms one after another, causing the soil to fly everywhere and flattening most of the grave.
"Master..." The young man wanted to stop him, but he didn't dare.
The man ignored him and slapped the earth a few more times until he saw the woman's body that had begun to rot inside. There was no coffin, not even a tattered reed mat, just a rag, lying quietly in the dirt, with countless insects and ants crawling away from her body.
The man tightened his hand, and the palm that had already accumulated enough strength could no longer be released.
"What's going on?" He looked at the woman's unrecognizable face and asked, his voice was low and unpleasant.
From the young man's perspective, he could see the man's eyes that were red, whether due to anger or something else. He couldn't help but shudder, suppressing the chill in his heart, and hurriedly explained: "Hui Ye, it's Mei... Miss Mei Lin what she wanted before leaving. She said..." He glanced at the master carefully to see that he was not impatient, and then he continued, "She said that instead of being confined to the rough mat of the coffin, it would be better to be with the earth. Melt and nourish the spring flowers in this place, so that she can get some light."
No one spoke anymore, only the slightly cold wind carrying the fragrance of flowers from the mountain gently blew over the surface of the corpse, making people unable to smell a trace of putrefaction.
"What else did she say?" After a long time, the man asked in a low voice, and the hand hanging by his leg was trembling.
The young man didn't notice. He thought about it carefully, then shook his head, "Hui Ye, she's gone."
The man's Adam's apple slid up and down, and then he suddenly grinned a smile that was uglier than crying, "No...no more? You actually didn't even in the end..." She didn't miss him even if it was hatred. He swallowed the rest of the words and waited for them to rot in his stomach. Then he suddenly swung the riding crop in his hand and rolled the body out of the pit.
"Master!" the young man exclaimed, and knelt down in front of the man, begging: "Master, master... Even if Miss Mei Lin is in trouble again, she dies like a lamp extinguished, you just let her go to the ground..."
The bloodthirsty gaze like a wild animal made the young man involuntarily suppress his voice. He swung out his long whip and struck the corpse hard.
"You want to pay spring flowers, but I won't let you!"
With another whip, rags flew into the air with a dull sound.
"You want to live in peace here, but I won't let you!"
The vicious oath was accompanied by imperceptible choking, and a silver-white robe fell down, covering the rotting corpse stained with soil. The man suddenly bent down and picked up the body, jumped on the horse several times, and then rode through the apricot blossom forest toward the place where the clouds and the sky met.
Come February, the peach blossoms are red, and the apricot blossoms are white, rapeseed flowers are blooming everywhere, and willow leaves are like green...
In a daze, he seemed to hear a woman singing softly in his ears, just like in that remote mountain village last year. He lay quietly on the bed while she was drying laundry in the courtyard. The sunlight penetrated the worn window paper and danced in front of his eyes like a butterfly of light.
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