Peach Blossoms Bloomed That Year, Peach Blossoms Fallen That Year
"Old Master, I see that there are some Taoist things in your room. Do you like this?”Zhang Ye quickly changed the topic.
Hearing this, An Pingjie was stunned at first, then he smiled bitterly and said,""You should have heard what the villagers said, right? Young man."
Zhang Ye nodded.
"Young man, why don't you listen to me tell you a story first?"”
"I'm all ears." Zhang Ye nodded.
An Pingjie spoke with confidence. His eyes were bright and not as turbid as before. His essence, energy, and spirit had recovered a little.
"Last century, spring of 1938. It was during the time of war.
The people were in dire straits.
At that time, there was a Taoist temple called the Temple of Longevity among the green mountains and green waters.
Inside the temple, there was an old Taoist priest and a little Daoist boy.
During the peach blossom season that year, the old Taoist priest wanted to go on a long journey. The little Daoist child tugged at the corner of the old Taoist priest's clothes and looked up to ask,"Why is Master leaving?"
The old Taoist priest looked down the mountain and answered seriously,""Suppress the pirates and bring peace to the world!"
"When will you return, Master?" the Daoist child asked doubtfully.”
The old Taoist priest smiled and replied,""If he returns, it will definitely be a golden age!"
After he finished speaking, he gently stroked the head of the ignorant little Daoist boy and turned around resolutely to leave, leaving behind his back and his voice that was getting further and further away."If you don't return…then I won't return…"
The little Daoist boy looked at the old Taoist priest's back as he left. The old Taoist priest's words echoed in his ears, and he stopped for a long time.
Later, the little Daoist grew up and took over the monastery.
However, decades had passed. Peace and prosperity had arrived, and the mountains and rivers were unharmed. The peach blossoms at the foot of the mountain also bloomed year after year, dyeing the green stone road in front of the Taoist temple red over and over again…
But this little Daoist boy never saw the old Taoist master return…"
……
It was very quiet in the room. Only the old man's hoarse voice softly told the old story.
Zhang Ye listened attentively, occasionally sighing with the old man as he experienced the people and events in the story.
An Pingjie let out a long sigh, shook his head, and continued,
"After that, the little Daoist child closed the mountain gate and left the Daoist temple. He went down the mountain to look for the old Daoist priest.
However, the Dao child also knew that after so many years, his master had probably passed away. However, there was still a trace of hope in his heart.
Just like that, the Daoist child searched for decades. During this period, in order to make a living, he even set up a noodle stall…"
……
At this point, tears appeared in An Pingjie's eyes.
Turning around to look at Zhang Ye, An Pingjie gave a carefree smile and said with a sigh,"That little Daoist is me."
After saying that, two drops of tears rolled down An Ping's wrinkled cheeks.
He raised his hand and wiped his tears with his washed white sleeve. He sobbed,"I can't even remember Master's appearance now. How many years has it been since I last went back to that Taoist temple?”
"I'm old. I can't remember clearly, I can't remember clearly…"
Zhang Ye felt a little emotional. He shook his head and said seriously,"Old Master, you and your master are both worthy of respect.”
An Pingjie wiped her tears and adjusted her emotions." Hahaha, I'm getting old. I love to talk non-stop when I see people. Young man, don't think I'm too long-winded.”
An Pingjie laughed heartily.
Zhang Ye shook his head and said with a smile," How could I? Old Man, I love to hear these stories. Please continue telling them. What happened after that?”
"Good!"
An Pingjie laughed out loud and was in a good mood."Young man, don't look at me just because I've renounced asceticism and even set up a noodle stall. I've been a believer my entire life and often perform rituals or teach others Taoism. That's why the villagers often say that I'm a god…"
……
After that, Zhang Ye accompanied An Ping to chat for a while.
After that, Anping Jie insisted on not leaving the money behind.
Following that, Zhang Ye placed a business card on the bed of An Pingjie. After saying goodbye to the old man, he left.
After Zhang Ye left.
An Pingjie looked through the window at Zhang Ye's departing back and sighed."Those kids are probably no longer alive…"
After living for a lifetime, Anping Jie knew and understood many things.
After seeing Zhang Ye today and hearing Zhang Ye's intentions, he knew.
Those few brats from back then were probably already dead.
Otherwise, it was impossible for this outsider to come and find him.
However, she did not expose him. Sometimes, it was good to pretend not to know anything.
"What a pity. I haven't seen those little fellows for so many years.”
"I'm old, and the people around me are leaving one by one. I'm about to go down and accompany Master…"
"It's just a pity that I couldn't perform a ritual for those young men. I couldn't tell them the story of me being a Taoist priest…children, you have to be good down there!”
With his back hunched, he muttered to himself as he watched the setting sun. The yellow afterglow was like the peach blossom season that year, making him unable to help but recall the past.
"Hmm?"
When he looked away, he saw a white card on the bed and was stunned.
He picked up the name card and looked at it carefully under the faint light.
"Last Wish Company's Chairman: Zhang Ye.”
"As long as you are willing to pay the fee, you will no longer be ordinary!”
" Contact number: 139XXXXXXXX "
Looking at this business card, An Pingjie was stunned and muttered,""So that kid…is doing this…"
……
On the other side.
Zhang Ye walked out of Anping Knot's house and headed out of the village.
At this moment, the woman who had led him here earlier and a few other women came face to face.
"Young man, did you…just come out?”The woman looked at Zhang Ye with a complicated expression.
"Yeah, I just came out."”
As he spoke, Zhang Ye ignored the women and walked out of the village.
The women looked at Zhang Ye in surprise and were about to speak.
Suddenly, their eyes froze. It was as if their entire bodies were imprisoned and they stood rooted to the ground.
After half a minute, they finally reacted.
"Eh? What are we going to do?" The woman looked at the other women beside her in confusion.
Another woman looked at the laundry basin in her hand."We're going to wash clothes. What's wrong with you? Is your brain not working well?"
"I feel like I've forgotten something…" The woman shook her head.
As she spoke, the woman subconsciously turned her head to look.
On the way here, there were only a few children playing around. Other than that, there was no one else.
"I seem to have forgotten something too…but I just can't remember.”
"I have the same feeling…"
"Forget it, let's go wash the clothes first. It's going to be dark soon, so we can't wash them in the dark.”
"Yes, yes, hurry up and leave.”
……
After leaving the village, Zhang Ye walked on a small path in the mountains.
The surrounding scenery was very beautiful, and the air was very fresh. It was a world of difference from the environment in a big city.
But now, Zhang Ye was not in the mood to care about the scenery.
With Old Master Anping's physical condition, he could not accept the long journey.
If he forcefully brought the old man over, the old man might die on the way. In that case, the gains would not make up for the losses.
However, he had already seen what An Ping looked like and chatted with the old man, so he had a certain understanding of him.
Since the old man was unable to attend the funeral personally, Zhang Ye could only make the arrangements.
Moreover, he also thought about what Wang Yang had said. He wanted his comrades 'funerals to be grand.
She even wanted the old man to go over…
Letting the old man go over was simple. All Zhang Ye had to do was spend points to buy a character from the system.
However, it was very difficult to make a soldier's funeral grand.
After all, a soldier's funeral ceremony was not like Old Master Zhao's, where only relatives and friends would come and pay their respects.
The funeral ceremony for soldiers, especially Wang Yang and his comrades, was not a hasty one. They were soldiers who died in the mission.
"It's not easy…Forget it, I'll think about it when I get back.”Zhang Ye sighed as he walked.
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