Dream Guide

Mei Yiqiu smiled, as if a traveler traveling in the dark finally saw the lights of the hotel.

"I thought I wouldn't see you today!" he said, "Ah, how wonderful, the typhoon has turned! The remaining wind and rain don't matter, you and I can handle it."

Bishenghua felt that there was something in his words and looked at him in confusion.

"It is said that there is a barrier in Shenzhou. The two dragons go to the sea and Guanyin is in charge! Hehe, but who knows, the real barrier is not in Shenzhou, but in Wuzhong. Shenzhou is just taking advantage of Wuzhong. !”

"Professor, you don't want to tell me that the barrier is under this tree, do you?" Life Flower said.

"Why not!"

"Then you don't need to hold an umbrella."

Mei Yiqiu laughed loudly, shook her silver hair, put the umbrella in her hand forward, and said, "I don't want to wait for dawn under this big tree either!"

Bi Shenghua knew that the professor would not come to him for no reason. The only interaction he had with her was Aoki, so she was a little looking forward to it but also a little nervous.

She quickly took the umbrella from Mei Yiqiu, politely helped the professor withstand the wind and rain, and invited him to sit at home.

Mei Yiqiu stretched out her hand to lift the willow curtain and ran her fingers over the wicker branches, as if she were playing with the strings of a harp. The water drops on the willow leaves shimmered in the night, like light from the distant starry sky.

Lifespan Flower actually seemed to hear the sweet sound of the piano.

She looked up to the sky, and in the thick, stormy night, she vaguely saw Orpheus playing melancholy in Lyra, for his lost love Eurydice. The sound of his piano once touched the souls buried deep in hell. Therefore, Pluto gave him a chance to take his wife back to the earth, but failed because of his loving look back.

The story is poignant and moving enough, but it's a tragedy. The life-long flower prefers the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in China. They meet at least every year. Those magpies that belong to the same family as the crow help lovers cross the Milky Way, making people have hope every year.

Don’t people just live in hope?

However, coincidentally, the stars corresponding to the two stories are in the same position in the sky. Vega is the main star of the constellation Lyra, twenty-five light years away from the earth. She shines brightest in the summer starry sky, across the distant Milky Way, waiting for the man on the other side carrying the burden to step onto the Magpie Bridge.

He walked out from under the tree and walked towards the lonely house in the ruins.

"The progress is going very quickly. Have you encountered any trouble?" the professor chatted casually as he walked.

"There's nothing else, except that we can't find any information about the mulberry garden before it was destroyed." Bi Shenghua said, "And the root system underground of the old tree is too developed, making construction difficult."

"Well, I have some suggestions in this regard. I will tell you later." Mei Yiqiu said.

"Ah, thank you very much." Bi Shenghua did not expect that the professor would pay attention to the renovation of the mulberry garden, which was something she wished for. As a professor, he would never fool her with some innocuous opinions. He said that if he had suggestions, they must be good suggestions, and if he could help to say hello to the boss, many solutions that could not be passed might be solved. It will pass.

Walking outside the back door, Life Shenghua was taking out the key to open the door, when Mei Yiqiu accidentally kicked over Xing Meiren at her feet.

He apologized repeatedly, bent down to pick up the flower pot, and saw a key under the flower pot. He calmly wiped the muddy water on the flowerpot and the leaves of Star Beauty with his hands, and chanted casually: "New willows grow on the streets every year, and old flowers are placed in front of the building every day..." He added, "Let it be like this. Isn’t it good to get wet in the rain?”

Life Flower's hand that was opening the door froze. The poem the professor recited casually was adapted from Yan Jidao's "Partridge Sky" "Autumn grass grows on the strangers every year, and the sun sets in the building every day", followed by "The clouds are misty and the water is vast. The way back from the expedition is long."

She didn't know whether the professor meant it or not, was he hinting at something, or was he trying to use the last two sentences to persuade her, "Lovesickness is without words, don't waste tears on the paper"?

She took the flowerpot from the professor's hand and said, "It doesn't matter, maybe it will bloom if it rains a little." Then she stubbornly put it back in its place and quietly covered the key on the ground.

The star beauty glowed slightly white under the dim night light.

Mei Yiqiu didn't say anything more and followed through the door. Lifelong led him upstairs. At the junction of the stairs, she hesitated for a moment, feeling that the professor must not have come here late at night to see her boudoir, so she took him to the place where Aoki once lived.

There is a row of empty chairs in the corridor on the second floor. They are very clean, as if people are sitting on them every day. The sign of Shenwu Studio is still hanging on the door. On the side of the door is a couplet "Only green wood can live in Shenwu", and another couplet is posted on the outside.

Mei Yiqiu stood at the door and looked at it for a while, then read: "'The dead trees are springing up, the flowers are blooming in the alleys and no one can see them; the birds are in love with their nests, sweeping the old nests and waiting for you to return'. Well, the writing is good, but the paper is not good. They are all faded and it’s time to get new ones.”

Bi Shenghua said as she opened the door: "It smells old even if it's old, not to mention that no one is here, so you saw it today."

The room was still the same as before, with many magazines thrown on the floor and the sofa. In addition to the open books on the desk, there was an ashtray, a box of matches and a pack of Paramount cigarettes.

Mei Yiqiu sat down on the sofa, picked up a magazine and flipped through it. The magazine is very clean, without a trace of dust, and the issue number shows that it was published this month.

Bishenghua took out a cigarette from the cigarette box on the table, handed it to Mei Yiqiu, and asked, "Do you smoke?"

Mei Yiqiu took the cigarette, sniffed it under his nose, and said, "Well, it's really good. The tobacco is still fresh. It's a pity that I don't smoke this."

He returned the cigarette to Life Flower, took out the VEERMASTER box himself, poured some cut tobacco into his pipe. As soon as he put the pipe in his mouth, Life Flower had already struck a match.

Mei Yiqiu put the cigarette holder close to her and saw Bishenghua's face through the flames. Her eyes were as clear as a mountain spring that had not been polluted a century ago. Her eyebrows are tall and strong, flying diagonally into her short sideburns. The whole face looks delicate and heroic, but with a little sadness, like a plum blossom blooming in the cold winter.

"You really look like an old friend I know." Mei Yiqiu exhaled a puff of smoke and said.

"How old are you?" Bishenghua joked.

"Ah, that's hard to explain." Mei Yiqiu laughed loudly, "I won't say it anymore, I won't say it any more. It's boring to be nostalgic all the time. People should look forward more. The future is where the hope lies."

Bishenghua said "hmm" but didn't know how to respond. It was impossible for her not to be nostalgic, but she was indeed always full of hope. Nostalgia and hope sometimes don’t conflict.

Mei Yiqiu took out a stack of paper from his pocket, handed it to Bishenghua and said, "This is the advice I want to give you."

Bi Shenghua took it and found that it was a stack of quite ancient landscape paintings. There were more than ten pictures in total. Each picture had a different picture. Some were mountains in the distance, smoke and rain, or pavilions and pavilions, covered with flowers and trees, or Nine-curved railings, rockery ponds, or green tiles and flying rafts, carved beams and painted buildings...

Judging from the form of the painting, it is somewhat different from ordinary landscape paintings, and more like garden paintings such as Shen Shichong's "Twelve Scenes of a Suburban Garden". It can be appreciated as a painting, and can also be used as a reference for garden layout design.

I don’t know why, Bi Shenghua always feels that the scenes in these paintings are very familiar, as if she has seen them somewhere. When she saw the huge mulberry tree in the last picture, she was shocked and looked at Mei Yiqiu with her mouth open:

"Professor, this is..."

Mei Yiqiu smiled slightly: "Yes, this is the mulberry garden back then."