The Wind Blows Away in the Forest, and It Becomes Clear After the Rain

Yunmeng Village is so small that it takes less than twenty minutes to walk from east to west. Tea mountains, cloud streams, pomegranate trees, and a B&B called "Chuqing". The tea at the B&B was mushy, but guests said it smelled like smoke. Lin Chuqing grew up here. He was naughty, stole money from the family, pretended to be sick, and made his mother worried. But he's serious. Shen Ruotang said, "You have to be responsible for every word you write." He remembered it for a lifetime. Lao Zhou said "in order to have the right to choose in the future", and he finally chose - to return to Yunmeng Village and open a B&B. He met many people. He didn't catch the orange Su Xiaoying handed over. He lost the heart that Shen Tingyu wrote on the mist, but found it again. Gu Feng said, "Catch what you can, and don't force what you can't." Ma Dong said, "Trouble is like eating. If you eat too much, you have to spit it out." Stating that he wrote a poem under the pomegranate tree, Zhou Yuanhang changed the last sentence to "If you don't want it, return to the wind." What my mother said most often was "don't be afraid". The words my father wrote on the note have not changed in ten years. The dumplings made by my sister are stuffed with cabbage and pork, and they taste the same as those made by my mother. On the day he left, all the leaves on the pomegranate tree had fallen off. Shen Tingyu brewed a cup of Longjing and placed it on his bedside. "Lin Chuqing, the tea is ready." No one answered. But the wind blew and the leaves of the pomegranate tree rustled. Like someone is saying - "Hmm." This is the story of an ordinary person