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Peach orchard

Peach orchard

By tabitha fontenotPublished 3 years ago • 10 min read

There was only one girl, thirteen years old, who had been ill for nearly half a month. The place where Eldest Wang lived was called Taoyuan, which was another name for Eldest Wang. No other peach grows so many in this small county.

The Taoyuan was very lonely. Its only neighbor was the Yamen of the county, which did not make the Taoyuan bustling. The "looking-wall" at the mouth of the yamen no longer looked grand, as if it were going to the bottom of the ground in a blink of an eye. Beyond the wall was the killing field, on which the killing had been done since leaving the cross streets. Maybe Boss Wang got such a big piece of land just because it borders the killing fields. Here, if not for someone to plant trees, will only let the weeds grow.

One side of the hedge in the peach garden was made for the wall, but this often caused the king to complain, and the visitors on the city could pick his peaches and eat them. His hair did not care much, she also planted some morning glory for the city wall, when the flowers, many girls came to play, take the flowers back. The red sun was visible in the upper city, --

This is the sunset in the western Mountains, and this is the Western City.

"Dad, we peach garden two days."

So the little heart is full of a scarlet letter.

You have lost a lot of weight this day, and you have not lost your color at all!

Deep autumn dusk. Ah also sat on the threshold to play, watching dad fetching water. There is a well in the peach garden. Papa didn't bow his back and hit the leaves as he carried the pail through the woods. -- Is Dad watering it so big? She remembered the graves on the hills outside the city, and her mother had one, too. Wouldn't mother's grave be in this garden? Why did father fight with mother? The dog really eat the sun how to do? ...

The dog of the sun, eat not to drop, to this time especially look into her day, - this is to say her heart.

The sky is really high in autumn. Is this place too empty? The moon is out so early! Sometimes there is a moon early in the morning!

The old city wall is black with tile, and the moss on the wall bricks is dark green, --

She could not believe that it was getting dark -- she could not even see moss when it was dark. If her peach orchard were an orange, the moss would not be as green as the orange leaves! But at once there was a garden of peach leaves in the girl's eyes.

Peach has not been able to withstand the wind, the leaves blow down a lot, no spirit.

"You're not sick, Peachtree."

She stood under the tree, holding the basket, watching dad pick peach, the forest is not like another day, day is peach, is peach leaves, - is this tree? Will the tree be so lush next year? She must not be ill then! Peach blossom she did not really like, the wind blew into the well to her liking! She had thrown a stone into the well, Father did not know! (Which means no one knows.)

...

Eldest Wang walked to the door and looked down at his furry dog.

"Father, are you going to the street again?"

"It's too late today, no -- get up." The eldest Wang rested his bucket and held out his arm to his hair.

"I saw that the bottle was gone."

"I won't drink when I'm done."

-- Why did you fight with your mother? Go out in the middle of the night! Drinking at home doesn't count as going to the pub to drink! But Mom knew Dad was out there and shouldn't have shut the door so early! Mother must pity father now!

My father drinks his fill."

"Don't eat anything."

Then he added:

"Dad, we'll buy some oranges to plant next year."

"Buy some oranges and plant them! Do you know how long your father lived? When the tangerines come, Papa is in the coffin!"

Is that what Boss Wang says to his furry friend? He wouldn't answer if I asked him. Just now, her sick color was the color of an orange.

A man like Boss Wang probably needs a stomach full of wine to not be drunk.

"Even ghosts know how to deceive in this dead place! Zhang Si said he would come this afternoon, but no shadow could see him at this hour!"

"Does Uncle Zhang still give us money?"

"How can I say it? By two hangs."

Then the moon was really bright, just above the peach tree, and there was a floor in the house.

"I can't sleep."

"Do you want an orange?"

"No."

She hasn't eaten an orange yet.

Eldest Wang barred the moon from the door. Bolt the door before you light the lamp.

Half the moon, but also poured down on the earth, Wang eldest brother's three huts, this year built a new yellow straw, more than peach leaves washed cold. A peach leaf floating in a large pool would have buried beneath the hedge -- the leaf buried! The ground here is very low, Wang eldest brother had built the house, high on the peach trees. But the house is low. In the past, it did not belong to peach orchard.

The killing field is the open field, in the autumn night can not have any other difference, "kill" the word to your ear in general natural wind blowing, cold silence, there are so many little ghost crying condensation, wish the moonlight can shine it dry! The more light, the wetter, the wetter, the more light. You will not remember the grass, though the wet is the green grass of the day -- but look once more at the house of Yellow grass! Clear winding, is the road, the road seems to say it is waiting for pedestrians. Eldest Wang walked the most, and it was customary for him to return to his home under the moon. Do not be afraid that if he stepped into the grass, the dew would not wet his feet, any more than his wine-red neck was a view under the moon.

City crenel, row all the time; The white wall, which can be stretched out at once and deliberately shrunk so low, is the yamen wall; The tiles in clusters became dark clouds, which could not make the sky black...

Why is there a hut up here, too? At last the passers-by began to panic.

Huts probably shouldn't have.

In fact, eldest Wang said that there were only three straw-huts in the world, and he and his fur slept in them. He was really sad, because fur could not sleep.

The yamen is even louder.

"Dad, is this a watch?"

"Yes." My father answered carelessly.

She knew how to play a watch and had seldom heard of it. She closed her eyes tight again -- she was afraid. A little stone on the road might have something to do with it. The sound is slowly to the degree, through everything, to here, is this fear.

There was silence.

"I'd like some tea."

The lamp had already been blown out, but it was not black. Eldest Wang turned it over and touched the teapot.

"Yes."

The nun's face was covered with sweat.

"Do you eat peaches, Master?"

"Little girl, will you eat me a peach? -- Amida Buddha!"

Now the nun went into her peach garden, her lush peach garden.

Eldest Wang closed his eyes and went to sleep. But one more word --

"What do you want to eat? I'll go shopping tomorrow."

"Peaches are delicious."

Peach - Wang eldest brother for the peach quarrel with others, thousands of thousands of peaches can not escape his slap, he also chew a mouthful, but only heard these two words today!

"Where do they sell peaches now?"

A voice is not finished. Slowly but surely --

"Don't talk. I fell asleep."

It's Boss Wang who can't sleep.

The moon shone through the window. Boss Wang somehow is not right again! The moonlight moved, and his bottle, placed in a corner, lit up! Eldest Wang glared at him.

The bottle was bigger than it had been during the day.

Boss Wang wanted to get up and kick it! The world is just a bottle -- if you break it, it will be over!

Boss Wang walks down the street with a bottle in his hand.

"Fifteen, tomorrow will be fifteen, I will lead my fur to the temple to burn incense."

Said it with his head down.

Of course, Boss Wang came to the street to drink.

"Are you a peach? ?" "Asked the elder Wang, crossing his eyes.

"Peaches give me the glass bottle."

Eldest Wang said again:

"Are you a peach? ?"

And half bowed to Peach, reaching down.

The owner of the peach is not a city dweller, see the appearance of the king's hand pinch peach broken, also stretched out his hand to protect the peach, stop the king's hand --

"Give me the bottle."

"Can't you just pay for it?" Elder Wang raised his eyes and asked. But already he could hear a voice behind him Shouting --

"I'll take this bottle."

A look is Zhang Si, Zhang Si smiled and pinched the wine bottle of Wang eldest, --

He pulled the bottle out from under Boss Wang's side.

Eldest Wang was very happy: Zhang Si came, help him cheat this stranger! -- Is there any use for his bottle?

"Here, take this bottle."

"It would take more than one bottle to change it."

Zhang Si had already seen a dozen or so coppers in the palm of the king's hand and said:

"Eldest Wang, please find him some coppers."

Old Wang listened and spoke just like when he was selling peaches in his peach garden.

"Shall I give you my change?"

"All right, I'll change it for you."

For a peach to accept the king of the bottle, the king of the copper Zhang Si smiled happily received the hand and ran away.

Eldest Wang took the peach -- he even knew the way back! Three peaches in a row, each with a large green leaf, eldest Wang really did not dare to raise his head.

"Eldest Wang, you are a good peach!" "Asked the man on the road.

Boss Wang just laughed -- who else was he going to talk to?

Four or five children gathered around him.

"I bought it for my fur. What's wrong with me is asking for peaches."

"I can't eat this peach again."

Yes, the peach was uneatable -- and eldest Wang seemed to know it! But he looked down at the peach again, and wanted Peach to eat it!

Eldest Wang's joy was indeed quite a bit off, but still smiled --

"I'll show it to my hair..."

Ping-pong!

"Ha ha ha, peach glass!"

"Ha ha ha, peaches made of glass!"

The children did not all laugh -- the peach was knocked down by a child, and he, his little heart, broke noiselessly, eye to eye with the king.

Fantasy

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    Written by tabitha fontenot