Ziyue Xinming

In 1998, six-year-old Lin Zixiao came to Moon Bay from Shanghai with her father. When his father came to mine, he squatted on the threshold of the borrowed house and looked at this place that did not belong to him. On the same day, Yue Ru put a piece of Populus euphratica leaf on his table. He pressed the crack of the leaf but did not close it. When he was fourteen years old, he left Moon Bay, and the two of them buried an iron box next to the Populus euphratica seedlings. Yue Ru put in poplar leaves, red hearts, and a purple glass marble. Lin Zixiao put in a piece of ore, a floppy disk, and a folded piece of paper. Six words were written in pencil on the note. The tin box lid clicked when it was closed. The letter was later returned with a blue "No such person found" stamp. My father went bankrupt and jumped off the building. Sixteen-year-old Lin Zixiao squatted in front of the building materials market for three days. His father An Da gave him a load of cement on credit: "Sell it and give me money." He started by carrying cement, stood up one bag after another, and fell down twice. Yue Ru guards Moon Bay. Make a jar of apricot jam every fall. I didn't send it, just put it on the windowsill. When he was eighteen years old, he came back to pick her up. Under the operating light of Fuwai Hospital, the hole in her heart that had been open since birth was repaired. 220,000 Was slapped on his chest: "I am also willing to eat chaffy vegetables, as long as we are together." Later, three children were born, and they took root in Urumqi. Later, a forest of poplar saplings grew up along the river bank. In the autumn of 2026, the iron box was dug out again and buried under the poplar tree. Two bowls of noodles were placed on the wooden table, and a song was heard in the distance. The water in the river bend is still flowing, and the sound is the same as it was twenty-eight years ago. The wind is still blowing.