Nan Yu sent away the last patient today, turned off the lights and sat alone in the dark for a while before leaving the office. She casually greeted her colleagues in the corridor and walked through the gate of the busy crowd in the hospital.
The weather has been bad recently. After a few days of rain, it has maintained a humid and sultry air. Although it was still dead and cloudy today, there was a touch of coolness in the wind. Nan Yu stood in the square in front of the hospital He raised his head and blew for a while, murmured, “It’s going to rain.” Slowly walked back toward the house. Originally, even if you don’t use spells, you can go back by car, but Nan Yu likes to walk slowly like this every day, watching the variety of human society walk back to her home 3 kilometers away from the hospital.
The air became more and more wet and sticky, the clouds finally could not bear the water, the rain fell down, and the pedestrians on the street took out the rain gear that had been prepared.
In order not to be different, Nan Yu also put up an umbrella.
Red paper umbrella, bamboo ribs, raining on it makes a distinctly different sound than plastic umbrellas and cloth umbrellas. It may be a bit outdated, but Nan Yu can’t change the habit of only supporting this umbrella.
Nan Yu turned into an alley and the voice went away. The rain became louder. She looked down at her feet and walked slowly. Her eyes were focused on the ripples left by the rain on the stagnant water. And the traces of flowing, if it is the road paved by bluestone, it will feel more like hometown.
The old cracked asphalt road stretched under the feet, and gradually there were grasses swaying in the wind, flowering meadows, and big trees with crowns spreading.
Nanyu looked back at the umbrella, she is now Already standing in a large area of ​​mountains: the hills at the end of the view rolled up and down until her feet had become a gentle slope of hills, the river below the slope was gurgling, surrounded by meadows dotted with countless wildflowers, and many tall and beautiful trees grew in between. . The time is night, the sky is full of bright stars, and a few faint cloud marks are smeared in the deep blue sky, and the wind is blowing gently. A pine tree was laid with stone benches. A person who was sitting there saw Nan Yu and raised a cup to her from afar.
“Mr. Meng, it’s been a long time.” Nan Yu returned the gift and walked slowly.
Meng Shu is still the same as before and dressed up, even the sword is still leaning on the stone side. He reached out and put Nan Yu into his seat, poured a cup of tea and said, “Today the moon is pretty good, and I suddenly want to invite you to enjoy the moon together.”
Nan Yu smiled, she raised a glass and took a sip–really speaking. The method of tea is that Liu Di, who never drinks tea, is the highest. Unexpectedly, today I learned that Meng Shu also has a good craft. Nan Yu looked at the sky and sighed softly: “I haven’t seen such a good moon in a long time.”
Meng Shu raised his glass speechlessly into the air.
Nan Yu took out a jade flute and played it on his lips. The sound of the flute was clear and fluttering, gently and smoothly, floating in the night sky, and Meng Shu’s eyes closed slightly. The breeze blew, and suddenly there was a change in the flute sound, whimpering, but no sound, Nan Yu stopped playing in time and sighed.