Love, please don't bloom

Chapter 20

"...Auntie, there's a plant near this village called the Weeping Grass, right?"

"That kind of weeping grass is rare; it usually grows near graves. Its leaves are round, and I've heard it's poisonous."

grave?

Hua Meizi's mood immediately darkened.

Why are you asking this?

Hua Meizi continued, "It's a kind of herbal medicine. A few days ago, I met a researcher of traditional Chinese medicine, and he told me that if I wipe my eyes with the dew from this plant every morning for a course of treatment, which would take about fifty days, it might cure my eyes."

The sun is fake (5)

She replaced the precise figures like "forty-nine days" and "one in ten thousand." Those statements had a mysterious air about them.

"Hua Meizi, I went out with you this morning..."

"You came with me to the outskirts of the village?" Hua Meizi exclaimed in surprise.

"yes."

"Did you...see that person?"

"I saw it."

How old is he?

"About the same as you."

Hua Meizi immediately felt relieved.

It seems he didn't deceive her.

"What does he look like?"

"He has fair skin, regular features, and is a little taller than your uncle..."

After a pause, Auntie said, "Hua Meizi, I don't understand why you would trust a complete stranger?"

"He is a doctor."

"His words are utter nonsense!"

"Auntie, nothing is absolute."

Auntie sighed and suddenly said, "Hua Meizi, do you know—what kind of person is he?"

These words made the sensitive Hua Meizi's heart tremble.

She never saw the man's face.

She never heard any description of his appearance from anyone else's eyes.

And just this morning, he was exposed to his aunt's eyes...

She waited for her aunt to continue, and suddenly felt a sense of fear.

My aunt suddenly said, "He's blind too!"

I only take one road every day

He's blind too!

Upon hearing her aunt's words, Hua Meizi's heart trembled violently.

He's been deceiving himself for so long!

A blind man lies in the arms of another blind man every day, fantasizing that he can be cured of his blindness through the other man!

How ridiculous!

To him, Hua Meizi was also a person in the darkness, with only a voice but no face.

What exactly is he trying to achieve by doing this?

Furthermore, how did he manage to trek such a long distance every day? He couldn't see, so how did he gather herbs?

The next morning, Hua Meizi went outside the village again. The morning air was fresh, and everywhere smelled of dew. The surroundings were even quieter.

Hua Meizi walked very slowly, a sense of fear creeping into her heart, as if she were approaching another kind of darkness.

At that moment, she suddenly understood why she and he had bumped into each other when they first met.

Just imagine, without any prior arrangement, a blind man and a blind woman bumped into each other in this boundless world—what a coincidence!

Is it fate's arrangement?

Finally, she heard his voice: "Hua Meizi! I'm here."

She slowly moved closer to the voice.

She touched his hand.

She didn't say anything, and once again lay quietly in his arms, accepting his "treatment".

He had prepared the weeping grass beforehand, dripping dew onto her eyes and then gently wiping them away.

She felt the dew was very, very cold, so cold it reached her brain.

As he was wiping, the person suddenly stopped: "You... you're crying?"

Hua Meizi tried to speak in a calm tone: "I didn't cry."

I felt your tears.

"That's your dew."

"No, the dew is cold, but your tears are warm."

Hua Meizi remained silent for a long time.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"I know everything."

"What do you know?"

"You are blind, just like me."

He suddenly stopped talking.

His silence was an admission.

"Go ahead and wipe it!" Hua Meizi's heart was bleeding, but she pretended that nothing was wrong.

His hand slowly started moving again.

Hua Meizi said, "I don't understand. It's more than ten miles from the ancient market to this village. How could you possibly walk back and forth every day?"

He said softly, "Because I only walk this one road every day."

"Then how can you identify herbs?"

"Because I only collect one kind of herb, the weeping herb."

Have you ever used the weeping herb to heal yourself?

“I don’t believe it. I’m not as persistent as you.”

Hua Meizi stopped talking; she was feeling the sun.

When a person opens their eyes, the sun is very far away.

But when you gently close your eyes, the sun will descend from such a high and distant place, covering every part of your body and every corner of your heart, with meticulous care, gentler than any lover in the mortal world.

The sun is getting warmer.

It rose up little by little.

Day 49

Hua Meizi was practically counting the days on her fingers.

She didn't look forward to that day; she feared it.

She knew what the outcome would be, but before that outcome arrived, she still had hope, and hope was light.

But when that day comes, she will be destined to fall into an even darker abyss once again. That day is drawing ever closer.

Just as we all dread the passing of youth, death, with the ebb and flow of time, draws ever closer...

Each time she lay in the blind man's arms, receiving his gentle wiping, she felt happy.

The earth smells sweet.

She could even hear the sound of her own hair and nails growing.

You can hear the sound of life growing.

You can hear the sound of flowers and plants growing.

You can hear the voice of the gods.

The forty-nine days have finally come.

This was a day that was bound to come, though it was cruel to Hua Meizi.

That day, Hua Meizi was unusually calm. As always, she went to the spot outside the village and gently lay down in the blind man's arms...

The sun is fake (6)

“Today is the last day, do you know that?” he asked softly.

"I know."

"Are you... scared?" he asked again.

"I'm not afraid."

“I think… this secret recipe… is just a fairy tale…” he said, his voice slightly flustered.

"Stop talking, I understand everything." Hua Meizi gave a dry laugh.

"Let's not continue..."

Hua Meizi understood that he didn't want to shatter this beautiful fairy tale, and didn't want to extinguish all hope.

“No,” Hua Meizi said stubbornly.