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"I don't want the future."
"You hate the future."
"No. I don't want it."
" Wen, are you afraid?"
"No."
"Do you hate yourself?"
"...More accurately, it's everyone."
Wen spoke with his eyes closed, rubbing his face against the tree bark, crazily feeling the ups and downs of life.
He is not afraid of pain, nor does he cherish his health.
Even if his arms cannot embrace even half of the tree trunk, it doesn't matter. His palms are pressed tightly against the bark, inch by inch climbing upwards. I stand beside him, dazed by the sudden barking of Dahuang and the splendid clouds and mist. I turn my head, Wen's eyes are so bright, how could I not see: every inch of bark he touches seems as if it's a fierce, cracked palm.
One person, in order to confirm the unknowable future, spent four years looking for the right tree. But he never imagined that this tree did not grow in the mountains, but was forcibly brought to accompany the Green mountains on a certain day in the future. "Transplanting is normal, all for the protection of ancient trees," they said, engaged in economic development.
Wen was the first friend of the old tree in the new village, the only child friend of the old tree, and also my first and only human friend in the new village. I also have a dog friend, which is Dahuang.
Originally, I came with the pickup truck and the ancient tree. The incident started because I had an incomplete plan in town, which was discovered by the adults, and I almost ended up being forcibly sent to the hospital. Fortunately, in the end, everyone found it embarrassing, so I was sent back to the countryside.
"If you can't study, you might as well farm and be free." In the end, it was Second Grandfather who had the final say. They cried, but no one made a scene. My mother's eyes were swollen from crying, and my father's white hair became denser in just half a month than it had in his entire forty-year career.
They all shed tears for me, worry about me, and regret that I can't shed a single tear - are Crops harder to deal with than people? I don't really have to farm, they just want me to have something to look forward to in order to live. People need that bit of hope, it doesn't matter if "the grass is lush and the beans are sparse," after all, no one is forcing me to work hard day and night. I'm not Tao Yuanming, I don't talk about the feeling of "returning home with a hoe under the moon." The uncles and aunts in the village are all nice, often bringing me some steamed buns, pancakes, potatoes and radishes grown in their fields, and also some home-cured small apples and big plums.
They were afraid that I wouldn't be able to cook and starve to death, which was well-intentioned. Behind my back, they warned the dolls not to play with me and Wen, which was a matter of human relations. At that time, I thought, " Wen, who are you? How did you become 'famous' before me?"
The first time I met Wen was under that old tree. Wen was sleeping, sleeping like a painting. Unfortunately, there were no cows or sheep around him, only a dog named Dahuang, who didn't bark, just grinned at me. Perhaps it was afraid of disturbing its master's sweet dreams?
Sigh, all I wanted was to not fabricate his ideal identity as a shepherd in the plot.
This painting can only be named "The Beautiful Youth and the Rural Dog" now, it has a hint of classic taste, but not enough to be eternal.
Ancient trees are protected by law, but not all old trees are famous. Famous trees bring economic benefits and can at least be used to build a park, with tourism value. This tree is an exiled wandering ancient tree. Over 180 years old, it has witnessed a century of changes. How does it perceive the warmth and coldness of the world in its wandering rings?
Although I cannot converse with the old tree, I still admire its ability. From the bustling city to the vast wilderness, it is still living well. After nearly two centuries of wind and rain, through the changing seasons, it seems that it is far better adapted to the environment than I, a higher mammal, am.
When I was lost in thought, I naturally didn't make a sound. But Wen still woke up.
I'm sure we've never met. Wen is blind, I know, even if we had met, he wouldn't have been able to find me without speaking. But I thought we had already learned each other's names from the information exchange of our uncles and aunts. So, the first time, when he asked, "Is it you?" I naturally replied, "Yes, my name is Wu Huan."
I didn't expect him to stumble when he got up. His eyes were so bright, he walked towards me, how could he not see. From the age of 12 to 16, Wen said he had been looking for this crooked-neck giant tree.
Because he had already seen his future in advance, it was because of this tree. Unfortunately, his actions failed, and the future did not come until the fourth year, at which point he confirmed his abilities for the first time. At 16, when the tree arrived, he had been searching for the person who should appear with the tree.
Although I have more or less learned about Wen's deeds from others, Wen has not heard of my name. He only speculated that I would appear, and we would meet in the right scene.
"It's hard to say, I can see your mood, Wu Huan."
I also find it hard to understand. Shouldn't a person with the ability to foresee future stories be a favorite of the heavens? How could it be someone with disabilities, trapped in the Green mountains like Wen?
Although he is so beautiful, even wrapped in a sack, he looks like a fairy who has gone through trials and tribulations. Raising a dog like Dahuang is like having a divine mount. Of course, when Dahuang is not baring his teeth and scaring people, he is quite a dignified dog - it turns out that dogs are like their owners.
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