The pear blossom is the deepest memory Su Moli has of that person.
After a brief sip, the warm and faintly refreshing pear blossom fragrance lingered between the lips and teeth, just like that person, as warm as water without losing its coolness.
Su Moli always laughs when he thinks of drinking, sleeping, and fighting with that man under the pear tree. He laughed so much that his heart ached so much and his breathing was disordered, but he didn't cry... Just because of those words Chang Mian said before his death:
"Mo Li... Don't cry... I can't grow old with you anymore... Forget me... Mo Li, Mo Li..."
Su Moli's white hair showed graceful arcs in the spring breeze.
He took out a jar of pear blossoms that he had brewed with him the spring before he died, and opened it. The fragrance of pear blossoms spreads in the air.
"Why didn't you keep your promise... Achu... Yunchu... Mu Yunchu..."