"I have no interest in finding people." I rarely wiped a whole row of glass cabinets diligently, and the exquisite candies and pastries placed in them to make a cute POSE, which was tempting.

The woman behind her was about thirty years old, with round face and round eyes, and her eyebrows and eyes were painted, and she was exquisite. She asked for a cup of green tea and a tiramisu, and she had been sitting in a rattan chair for an hour, with only one purpose - to ask me to help her find someone, a man.

"I run a dessert shop, not a private detective center." I don't remember how many times I rejected her. The newspaper hats were buckled on my head, which was very funny.

"I know you are not a human." The woman's dark brown eyes were the desire to catch a life-saving straw, "and also know your rules."

She took out a bag of black cloth rolls from her exquisite handbag and placed it on the table. The black cloth opened and the golden light shone brightly.

"It's not even ten times more." I sat opposite her and pushed a bunch of shiny beauties back in front of her. "I'm very busy lately. I can only listen to you finish a story. There's nothing else to do."

The light in the eyes of women is like a candle extinguished.

In early summer of May, the sun shines slightly. An unknown small street, with bluestone paved roads carrying gray walls, green ivy blooming in prosperity, birds passing by, and a few people. The small courtyard at the end is said to be a building from the Ming and Qing dynasties. There is a weak ginkgo in the backyard, and a cluster of gardenias under the tree. It is just in its infancy, and the fragrance is floating. Half a year ago, I just took a look at this place, bought it, and opened this dessert shop. The name of the store is a bit strange, called "Non-Stop".

Female-human words are right. I am not a human.

I am a tree demon. I was born in December when snow was flying all over the sky. I have been wandering around for thousands of years. There has never been a place that can stop my pace for a long time.

I like gold, but I have no interest in desserts and are afraid of weight. I just because the two helpers I hired only know how to make desserts. They deceived me in their relationship and said that I could do whatever I wanted when applying for a job. It was a super chef, and it was a big fan. In short, my dream of opening a Sichuan restaurant finally failed in a dessert shop.

"I am only interested in listening to stories." The tea fragrance lingered, and I stretched my waist, and the sunset outside the window was light. My lazy expression was nothing more than telling the girl: If you have something to say, please leave if you have nothing to say.

"After listening to this story, I wonder if you will change your mind?" The woman took a sip of green tea and frowned slightly.

I know that the water from the tea leaves is very bitter. For every special guest who is not for dessert, I suggest that they order this kind of tea.

This tea is called "Floating Life".

The woman put down the snow-white bone porcelain teacup and took a breath...

1.

Aliao was illiterate. She studied elementary school for seven years, from the age of seven to fourteen, but she was still illiterate, except for her own name.

The teachers who taught her were very frustrated. Even the little bald head in the class who always drooled can write "the bright moonlight in front of the bed", but Aliao couldn't do it. The words he taught her today were completely forgotten the next day.

Apart from being illiterate, Aliao is always a well-behaved student, and the school has no reason to expel her. This year, she is in the second sixth grade and has become classmates with her former juniors.

None of the teachers liked her, and they never had any ridicule among their classmates. After seven years of school, they were still illiterate, not brainless, or anything else. But Aliao didn't care at all. He always greeted people with a smile, his eyes full of sunshine, and was as bright as a living sunflower.

So, she had another "heartless" evaluation.

For Aliao, the most pleasant time is after school, he leaned against the trunk of the ginkgo tree, ate bean paste and looked into the distance.

She likes every grass and tree here, a bird or even an ant. Even this ginkgo tree is interesting and cute, and there is also an unknown bird with white ridges and black wings, stopping among the lush branches and singing in a gentle voice. She likes to nap on the trunk, and the solid support behind her brings indescribable stability and crisp bird singing, giving her another kind of tranquil happiness.

However, comfort comes at a price. Aliao often wakes up and finds that his bicycle disappears, and he has lost more than a dozen of them so far.

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Maybe others need it more than me. Aliao always told himself this, and then spent an hour and a half walking up the path in the wheat field, passing through a small ginkgo forest, and happily returning to his home on the hillside.

This town is full of ginkgo. Every early autumn, Aliao would see people holding long bamboo poles on the streets and alleys poking many round fruits from the crown of ginkgo trees in various exaggerated postures. They said that they were ginkgo fruits, also called ginkgo, which were nutritious and cured. Taking them home to stew chicken soup is the best choice.

A week ago, Aliao passed by after school. An old man with white hair in a black cloth jacket stood under the ginkgo tree she had to pass every day and looked up at the canopy. On his wrinkled face, he was indescribable sorrow.

"Dasheng..." the old man shook his head and murmured.

"Grandpa, can I help you with anything?" Aliao walked forward.

The old man looked back and his wrinkles suddenly stretched out: "Aliao."

"Huh, do you know my name?"

"I often see you passing under the tree." The old man touched Aliao's head kindly, "But, I won't see it in the future."

Aliao looked at him strangely: "Why didn't I see you?"

"You saw it." The old man smiled and wiped off the bean paste ice on the corner of Aliao's mouth with kindness. "Every day when you don't go home on time after school, you always have to eat bean paste ice, and then take a nap against the tree trunk before leaving."

Aliao scratched his head embarrassedly and laughed.

"It's great to be alive." The old man's hand slowly lowered, looking at Aliao's eyes, showing envy.

"Then keep alive!" Aliao didn't understand what he had to envy or feel.

The old man shook his head: "I'm sick and I won't live long."

"Ah?" Aliao was shocked, "Then old man, go to the hospital quickly!" She paused, suddenly remembered something, pointed to the ginkgo tree and said, "It's still ginkgo. I heard many people say that it can cure all diseases! It seems that it will be fruitful after waiting for another month!"

"Ginkgo?" the old man was a little stunned and murmured, "It's really helpful to the great disaster, but not everyone can eat it..."

"The streets are everywhere." Al Liao said anxiously, "I will help you beat them down and take them back to make chicken soup..."

"Haha, silly girl." The old man returned to his usual lust and said with a smile, "It's getting late, go home quickly." After that, he gently pushed her back.

Al Liao felt that his body was light and he had "floated" several steps away. When she looked back, there was no one under the ginkgo tree.

2.

That night, a hail fell from the town, with rare large, marble-like ice cubes falling densely, with grass among flowers, roofs of the earth, and scars.

The next morning, when Aliao was in school, he saw a dead bird under the ginkgo tree, with white spines and black wings, and his wings spread out stiffly, and he maintained a flying posture until his death.

Ally was inexplicably sad. He dug a hole under the tree and buried it.

Since then, Aliao never heard the moving singing from the ginkgo tree again. Her dream under the tree was missing a warm sound.

Moreover, she never saw the old man in black and white hair again.

On this day, the weather was extremely bad, dark clouds covered the sun and the hot and stuffy.

Al Liao was walking alone on the way home. When he was about to reach the Ginkgo Forest, he suddenly felt a strange feeling behind him, as if someone was following him quietly.

Al Liao turned around, and there was no one behind him.

Keep walking, a rare breeze occasionally blows in the ginkgo forest, and the leaves are whistling on the top. The strange feeling behind them is still there.

Meow!!!

A sharp cat moan suddenly rose from the forest. Aliao turned around. In the shadow of the dark tree, a white light rushed straight from the air to the ground. Then a strong wind wrapped the soil and stones, pounced on Aliao, and her eyes were stunned. The powerful force pushed her back dozens of meters away, and her feet made long marks on the ground.

Standing outside the forest and looking at this familiar forest, Al Liao suddenly felt a little uneasy and even fear. In the forest where sand and stones were flying, there was no light, no sound, and no sound could be distinguished, and there was only danger.

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Aliao ran home quickly.

"Who did you fight again?" The gentle man wearing glasses tied an apron, carefully placed a pot of hot soup on the Eight Immortals table in the middle of the house, and then placed a few plates of exquisite side dishes around the soup basin.

Aliao stood at the door, rubbing his hands crampedly, his ponytail was loose, there was a bruise on the corner of his mouth, and the stains on the red school uniform were traced, and most of the buttons on the top were missing, and the only one left was shaking.

"The two boys in the next class asked the first-grade child to borrow money, and the child was so scared that he shivered." Aliao slowly rubbed against the table and looked at the table of food with greed.

As soon as he stepped into this house and returned to him, all the anxiety of Aliao would disappear.

"Did anyone else see it?" the man asked, holding his glasses.

Aliao stuck out his tongue and said, "Just in the middle of the path at the back door of the school, there was no ghost."

"That's good. Fighting will be fired. They have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time." The man breathed a sigh of relief, "Eat first or apply medicine first?"

"Eat!!" Aliao cheered and said, "By the way, I was so strange when I came home today. It seemed that someone was following me. When I passed by the Ginkgo Forest, I was pushed away by a strange wind. There was still a strange movement in the forest. I didn't dare to take a closer look and ran away."

"Oh. I got it. Have a meal."

Aliao has a family, but has no parents.

The man around him is tall, thin, moody, handsome, and an ordinary name - Liang Yudong.

She called him Master.

As soon as she calls her master, she has no name. In eleven years, Liang Yudong did not teach her anything except taking care of Aliao's diet and daily life.

He can make medicine, pick herbs from the distant mountains, dry or bake them. On countless days of starry nights, there are always sounds of pounding medicine in the room on the west side of the yard.

Al Liao once secretly peeked into the west room through the crack in the window. Under the goose yellow light, Liang Yudong focused on holding a small spoon, scooped out a spoonful of powder from the dark medicine jar, put it into the white-snow-snow-snow-snow-slim porcelain bottle in his hand, and shook it gently. While shaking, he looked at the thread-pack booklet placed at hand, as old as fragile as dead leaves.

Al Liao thought he was fully focused, but whenever she wanted to look more carefully, a gust of wind and sand would blow into her eyes from the window. When she forced her eyes to open her red, Liang Yudong appeared silently beside her, twisting her ears and holding her tongue-tips back to the room.

Such a situation always happens several times a year. That old booklet is what Ally is most interested in bean paste ice.

She peeked at it, but she couldn't understand it. The words in the booklet were dense, and she laughed at her with her head held high like a little ant. One of them was turned to pieces and almost rotten.

On many clear summer nights with clear moons or early mornings with red plums reflecting snow, Liang Yudong sat at the stone table in the courtyard, drinking by himself. When he was slightly drunk, he always sang softly in the moonlight or the sparse snow.

"The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water is gurgling.

Leaning outside the wooden door, I listen to the cicadas in the wind."

The passing mountain breeze moved his neat clothes, swept down a few petals, staining his black hair. Every time this time, Aliao would jump to him like a rabbit, stand on the stone bench, and take the petals off his head with a smile.

"Are you enough fun to play with the elegance? No need to eat!" The beautiful atmosphere is often interrupted by a soprano.

Mo Bai, dressed in gorgeous white clothes, walked up to them with a basin of green vegetables coldly and put the basin heavily in front of Aliao: "Damn girl, go wash the vegetables!"

"As for orders! Sister Mo Bai." Aliao stuck out his tongue and picked up the basin and ran away.

"You have a bad temper." Liang Yudong shrugged.

Mo Bai glanced at him fiercely, looked at Aliao who was running away, and said coldly: "I don't have as much feelings as you, and I hate emotional matters the most."

How to explain the woman Mo Bai? Liang Yudong was the first man Aliao saw in his memory, and Mo Bai was the first woman she saw and could remember.
To be continued...