Standing at the end of this lush green forest, you can vaguely see the majestic and awe-inspiring eaves of the Humin Villa. In front, you can clearly see a few simple farmhouses, and a few wisps of smoke rising slowly into the sky. I couldn't help but glance at Dao subconsciously. He was holding our flesh and blood, looking straight ahead. The expression on his face was extremely calm, erasing the usual desolation and indifference. Maybe he was trying to outline our new life.
I stood there for a long time, not looking at him anymore and saying nothing. As if he had read my mind, he turned around, took my cold fingers, and said to me with his eyes, Haitang, I can give up everything for you and our children.
I have forgotten when we reached such a tacit understanding and formed this unique way of communication. Maybe it was on that early autumn night when the sky was filled with stars and red candles were swaying; or even earlier, on the edge of the cliff where the moment of life and death and the most passionate kiss took place, or in the brightly lit and murderous Bodhidharma Cave?
Yida, in fact, no matter where we are, as long as you are by my side, those dark and cold nights can still be looked down upon by me; when the wind blows, you will hug me to sleep; when the rain comes, you will hold up the paper umbrella. So, for me, whether I can cross this forest, whether I will live a prosperous life or live in seclusion for a lifetime, isn't it unimportant?