That year, Qin Shanhai was a miserable green boy. He learned zither with his father since he was a child, and his temperament was even more elegant.

There are countless admirers, and there are many peers from the musical talent family. However, he likes the girl named Niu Pingping in Lanhuawu, and even changed her name to Niu Wanxi.

"There is a beautiful man who is clear and beautiful. From now on, you should call him Niu Wanxi." He said to her with a smile, and she nodded without a second of hesitation.

"Niu Wanxi, let's get married." He said to her with a smile, and she nodded again without a second of hesitation.

Niu Wanxi agreed to the proposal so readily, which made the young man in love dizzy, but was still blocked by his family: Qin Chuan disagreed.

"We are a Guzheng family, you have to find a woman who can shoulder the family mission with you as your wife." Qin Chuan's implication was to let Qin Shanhai marry a like-minded Guzheng player as his wife, rather than marrying a farmer.

However, Qin Shanhai liked it.

"What do you like about her?" Qin Chuan didn't understand.

Qin Shanhai felt that this was something that could only be understood but not expressed.

When I first met Niu Wanxi, she was pulling a large stone with a small cart to build a wall. The wall was not high, only about half a meter, and built into a long and square piece, then filled it with soil, and put a plastic grid on the soft and suitable soil. She sowed seeds into each grid and watered it again...

The whole process went smoothly.

In Qin Shanhai's impression, labor and women have no intersection. The women around him, mothers and sisters, are all women who are engaged in art, with spring and snow, poetry and picturesqueness. Niu Wanxi, who works, breaks into his life like an alternative star, shining in his world.

"What are you planting?" Qin Shanhai asked.

"Tomatoes." The hardworking young girl had a simple smile on her face.

When her tomatoes turned red, she no longer called them "Niu Pingping", but Niu Wanxi. As the tomatoes go from a seed to the red fruits on the branches, Qin Shanhai witnessed her planting various fruits and vegetables with her own hands...

It turns out that labor can be not only hard work, but also beauty, the power of gentleness, and happiness.

Although Niu Wanxi rarely smiles and her expressions are usually faint, Qin Shanhai is inexplicably happy when she looks at her working, especially when she is planting Jacaranda, but Qin Shanhai didn't know Jacaranda at that time.

Niu Wanxi's black braids always hang from behind her head to her chest. She likes to wear cotton and linen clothes she makes. She is focused and sacred when planting, just like a painting.

"What are you growing?" Qin Shanhai acted as a curious baby while Niu Wanxi was working.

"Jalanya." Niu Wanxi replied.

Jacaranda. Many years later, Qin Shanhai finally saw the flowers blooming on the treetops of Jacaranda, like a strong scene of blue flames burning. That year, Jacaranda was just a seed planted in the soil by Niu Wanxi.

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On the bench under the oak tree in the hospital, Qin Shanhai's face was filled with distant thoughts, "At that time, I only thought that your mother planted a seed, and what she planted was life and hope. I don't know what she planted was actually despair."

Qin Xiaojin trembled and turned to look at Qin Shanhai.

The flowers of Jacaranda are waiting for love in despair. The leaves fall off in winter represent despair. However, when spring comes, purple flowers are full of flowers that shock others. They have hope in despair. In fact, it is just the unwillingness of the parties involved.

"So, my mother is really Niu Wanxi, but the person my mother loves is not you, right?"
Chapter completed!