The sun was shining after the heavy snow.

    There are families in the deep valley. Herbal medicine rises in the wind and cooking smoke curls.

    "You''re awake!" the little girl''s cheerful voice sounded. She was young, but she was thirteen or fourteen years old. She was wearing a gray cloth clothes with patches. After putting down the herbal medicine basket, she was surprised to see the figure on the bamboo bed, and her eyes were clean and clear.

    The man raised his eyes. He couldn''t see his eyebrows and eyes clearly in the sunshine from the window. His face was pale and bloodless. A tear mole at the bottom of his eyes added to his sadness.

    "I picked it up from the shore. You''re badly hurt. I don''t know what to do if there wasn''t a master."

    Her eyes fell quietly on a bloody pear flower wooden hairpin on the wooden table, and a red bean rolled down beside it, full of cracks.

    The little girl noticed what she was looking at and said in a shy whisper, "I think you''ve been holding this hairpin. It should be very important to you? Unfortunately, it''s broken."

    "It doesn''t matter." she moved her thin lips, wanted to say something, and didn''t know what to say. Her voice was hoarse and cold.

    It looked very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere. In front of her, there were a few fuzzy pictures flashing. She couldn''t see anything clearly. Her head was in a sharp pain. She took back her eyes and didn''t know where she came from.

    "My name is Xiao Qi. What''s your name?"

    Who is she?

    Where does she come from.

    Why did she fall off the cliff.

    Xiao Qi pestered her for a long time. She only said her name was ranbai, and she couldn''t answer all the other questions.

    Xiao Qi thought that the girl who was seriously injured was very strange, but she liked her very much and was reluctant to let her go. Time passed day by day. The girl who lost her memory never thought of anything. After the injury was cured, the man didn''t leave.

    White tea and pure joy, plant flowers and collect herbs. There''s nothing else to do at leisure.

    Watch the sunrise and sunset and the tranquility of the mountains and valleys.

    The four seasons are reincarnated, and everything has a beginning and an end.

    Dyed white saw the flowers in spring, the waning moon in late autumn, the evening wind in summer and the heavy snow in winter. It was another year.

    In that early winter, dyed white often stayed for a long time. Looking at the broken red bean wood hairpin, sometimes it was an afternoon, sometimes it was a day. It was quiet like a painting, pale and indifferent. No one knew what she was thinking.

    Xiao Qi always felt that she had an obsession.

    Red beans are lovesick in spring.

    "What are you waiting for?" asked Xiao Qi curiously.

    "Wait for someone." the man thinned his white clothes and boiled tea calmly.

    "Who are you waiting for?" Xiao Qi was at a loss.

    "Forget." the breeze gently brushed her sleeves. She was cold and did not eat fireworks. In this quiet world, she finally lived like another person, and answered calmly.

    "How can we wait?" Xiao Qi didn''t understand.

    Dyed white but no longer spoke.

    Later, Xiao Qi always saw ranbai sitting by the river under the cliff. She seemed to be looking at another world. She looked very light and felt distant. She vaguely felt that she shouldn''t.

    She shouldn''t be such a person.

    What should she look like?

    Xiao Qi didn''t understand. She didn''t even understand why she thought that at that moment.

    She asked again.

    "What are you waiting for?"

    "Wait for the wind."

    When the wind blows over the two places, winter goes and spring comes, the reincarnation of all stories will start again.