After making a wish, financial freedom

Chapter 71

Li Zhuo went downstairs to the basement, got on the BMW and drove out of the complex.

The distance from Hangzhou to Lanxi is not far, the straight-line distance is less than 200 kilometers, and the normal driving time is two hours, which is very convenient.

Lanxi City is a county-level city, located in the middle reaches of the Qiantang River. It used to be the county with the strongest economy there, but it was surpassed by Yiwu in the world.

Yiwu is famous all over the world for small commodities, and the county economy is very strong.

Li Zhuo drove all the way and saw the landforms and customs of central Zhejiang.

The landform here is dominated by hilly basins, and the plains are small and scattered.

In terms of customs and customs, the people's livelihood here is good. Even in rural areas, there are small buildings with two or three floors on the side of the road. It feels like a country villa, and the local people's clothes are relatively trendy.

It can only be said that Zhejiang Province is worthy of being the province with the strongest people, and the living and living standards in the countryside are much better than those in the backward provinces.

Some wealthy villages he passed by even built their own basketball courts, sports fields, etc., with complete public facilities, even more complete than some urban communities.

Majian Town is located on the east side of Lanxi City, not far away, and it is very convenient to drive there.

It was Li Zhuo's first time to do a mission outside, and he only felt a sense of novelty in what he saw on the way.

On a main road outside the city, he turned the car into a relatively narrow country road, and drove all the way to a place called Mawu Village in Majian Town.

In front of a two-story villa with a pond in front, Li Zhuo stopped the car.

On the side of the cottage is the cherry tree surrounded by cigarettes.

Li Zhuo parked the car under the cherry tree, and he noticed an old man sitting on the steps in front of the small villa not far away.

So he got out of the car with the mobile phone, put it to his ear, pretended to be on the mobile phone, and paced up and down under the cherry tree.

Li Zhuo glanced at the old man to make sure that the other party didn't care about him.

It is estimated that in the eyes of the old man, this is a young man driving a car, getting out of the car to make a phone call, and using the shade of a tree to block the sunlight, there is nothing worth noting.

Li Zhuo took this opportunity to observe the cherry tree.

It looked very old, with dark bark and many scars. The whole tree was in poor condition, and the leaves on the tree were sparse and dull.

Seeing the cigarette hovering above its canopy, Li Zhuo asked:
"Brother Shu, can you communicate with me?"

At this time, Li Zhuo felt a vague consciousness coming from the old tree.

Is this a kind of spiritual communication or telepathic communication?It seems that the tree should not be able to have a direct dialogue.

Li Zhuo clearly sensed its emotions, and obviously being able to communicate with humans made him a little excited and joyful.

Li Zhuo tried to talk to it:

"Brother Shu, can you tell me about your origin?"

The old cherry tree was quickly passed over to share footage.

They look coherent, like faded old images.

In Li Zhuo's seemingly stagnant and confused field of vision, a landscape picture soaked in the atmosphere of the old days slowly unfolded in front of his eyes——

On an inconspicuous hill, there is a small mountain cherry tree. It was just a seedling at first, and it gradually grew up with the company of sunshine, rain, tits and insects.

Two years later, seven or eight small green cherries hang on its branches, which are very small, only one-third the size of normal cherries.

No matter how small a cherry is, it has its time to mature, just as a girl who is no matter how small a cherry has a second chance to develop and grow up again.

The cherries were ripe, and finally a great tit came to look for food. It ate all the cherries, and then flew away with fluttering wings.

This is a half-hearted guy who only took one bite of each cherry, just like some bulldozers who only pay attention to quantity and not quality.

Year after year, the flowers bloom and fall, and the mountains are green and snowy.

The fruit of the cherry tree is always not cherished. Either it will be tasted by tits or squirrels, or it will be blown away by the wind and rain, just like since ancient times, the confidante has always been betrayed by the wicked.

Finally, one year, after the cherry trees were filled with fruit again, a middle-aged man wearing homemade clothes and homemade shoes came down from the mountain. He was dressed like a person in the Republic of China period.

He was a deserter and planned to settle down the mountain. When he went up the mountain to cut firewood, he came across this cherry tree blooming alone in a place where no one was paying attention.

Thirsty when chopping firewood, he picked mountain cherries and ate them. The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he kept saying, 'It's so delicious, I didn't expect it to be so sweet'.

Afterwards he picked all the ripe cherries and muttered to himself, 'My wife and children haven't eaten good things a few times, I'm going to bring them to eat'.

He left in a hurry with cherries in his bag, and it was obvious that he was very happy.

The picture from the cherry tree has a hint of warmth here, and even the black and white picture becomes brighter.

Does the lonely cherry tree also yearn to be appreciated, to know that it bears small but sweet fruits?
Just like a peasant girl from a poor background, no one appreciates her, once she meets a good husband, she blooms stunning beauty.

Or is it envious of middle-aged people who have family members to care about, longing for relatives to accompany them?
Without the fetters of family affection, it is the unbearable lightness of life.

No one knows its mind, it is once again bathed in the morning dew, sunlight, evening wind, and night rain in the mountains,
Continue to bloom alone, sing a lonely song alone - "哗啦啦~".

A few days later, the middle-aged man came to the mountain again, accompanied by a child.

The father and son picked the freshly ripe cherries again and ate them.

child said:
"Father, it's so delicious. Let's move the tree home when the cherries are finished, so we can have cherries every year."

The father patted his son's immature shoulder dotingly, and said:
"Okay, Dad will move the tree to the house when he is free."

The father and son left again, and the cherry tree was still bathed in the morning dew, sunlight, evening wind, and night rain, but the picture was filled with a layer of happy and impatient emotions——

It is an expectation for friendship, a desire for fetters, and an expectation for attachment.

It continues to bloom, singing a song of anticipation: 哗啦啦啦~.

Half a month later, the middle-aged man dug it out of the mountain in three or four days.

He was careful not to dig up the roots.

After arriving home, he planted the cherry tree outside the thatched cottage as quickly as possible.

Watering, fertilizing, careful care and companionship, the cherry tree has survived the difficulty of being transplanted.

It succeeded, survived, and thrived.

It has a bond here, adults will chat and talk under its shade, children run around it, and the family cat jumps on its shoulder every time to avoid the neighbor's dog.

The fruit it bears every year is always not enough, and everyone praises the sweetness of the fruit.

It is very happy, because it has been appreciated, and the value and significance of its life have been recognized.

……

Time flies, time flies, the cherry tree grows vigorously, and gradually grows old. It has watched the life of the world.

The middle-aged man gradually grows old, until one year he no longer appears; the immature boy beside him has also become an octogenarian.

Spring and autumn fly, winter and summer change frequently, the cherry tree spits out its pistils alone in the mountains, and blooms brilliantly in the countryside. It has experienced life in the world.

It has spent more than 70 years here, and a branch that was struck by lightning on a rainy night also died.

It has experienced the fetters of earthly life, and the gradual dissolution of such fetters, and has gone through the prosperity and decline of the years.

A dream of 3000 years, I know myself in my life!

……

After seeing its life course, Li Zhuo felt that his own state of mind had aged a little.

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