Holding a green oil-paper umbrella, she walked in the rain and unknowingly came to a dilapidated single-plank bridge. There was some moss growing on the remaining trees at the bridge head that had been eroded by rain, and a small white flower emerged from the hole, with fine raindrops on its petals.
Does he still refuse to meet me? She thought.
She knelt down, stretched out her hand to pluck the white flowers, put it to the tip of her nose and smelled it gently, and immediately smelled a light fragrance. She took out the handkerchief from her cuff, held the flower stem and wrapped it carefully, and then carefully put the handkerchief into her sleeve.
The sound of rain became louder, and the voice of a maid calling her seemed to be heard in the distance. She turned the handle of the oil-paper umbrella, and finally turned and left reluctantly.
She would come here every year during the Qingming Festival. She didn't know why, but her subconscious told her that she had to come because he was waiting for her. She came, but she didn't see anyone waiting here. She also asked people nearby and found that no one was looking for her. But she still waited by the single-plank bridge, with a blue oil-paper umbrella and small white flowers, waiting for seven years. In the past seven years, she has gone from being in her prime to being in her teens, and she has long missed the time to get married.
She never knew that when she spent seven years waiting, there were also people waiting for her to turn around and look back.
If in any year or on any day, she could look back when she turned to leave, even just for a moment, she would definitely see a white-haired boy wearing a silver mask standing on the broken wooden bridge behind her.
You have been waiting for me for seven years, but I only give you a fragrance. It's not that I don't want to see you, it's just that we can't meet each other.