It was raining, it was already late autumn.
The wind wrapped around the few leaves on the dry sweet-scented osmanthus tree in front of the courtyard, and the pattern of rain wet the soil and fell into the dilapidated house.
he heard people said: If Someone is going to die, a tree will die in their yard.
Zhang Fangyuan didn't believe in these evils at first, until he saw with his own eyes the green and tall sweet-scented osmanthus tree outside the window, the leaves withered and yellowed in the autumn wind overnight, and the trunk became light and unstable.
The sweet-scented osmanthus tree was planted when he was 20 years old, and it he was more than 50 years old now.
Over the years, no matter how dry it was in summer and how thick the snow was in winter, the yard was still full of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance in autumn.
Such a tenacious sweet-scented osmanthus tree died without warning.
Over the years, there was only one old bachelor in Zhang's house, who lived alone for decades, and now that the tree in front of the house was dead, the only person who was going to die was Zhang Fangyuan himself.
He was lying in the cold room under the rain in the late autumn night, his body was as limp as a puddle of soft mud, hunched in the black and iron-like bedding, and even taking a breath could take half of his strength.
There was no light in the room, and the only thing guarded the bed was the cold wind blowing in before the window paper was pasted.
The rain fell and the sky darkened, making the room more and more lonely.
Ever since he was bedridden, his life had been muddled.
When he was more energetic, he leaned on the wall to get up and cook a few bites of food.
No one would come for ten days and a half months.
The consciousness had been blurred for so many days, but today was very strange.
After night fell, he felt cold, and when he heard it was raining outside, his consciousness suddenly became clear, and he was able to distinguish between cold and heat.
His heart was wide open, knowing that tonight was the last hour.
After waking up, he quietly listened to the sound of rain that filled the house.
The dilapidated roof couldn't cover the rain, and it leaked straight into the house, and the nearest ones dripped on the side of his bed.
Insufficient strength, he could only lie on the bed like a hay and thought about his muddled life.
The Zhang family was not deserted, and it was lively in the past.
He, Zhang Fangyuan, was not an orphan.
Before the age of twelve, he was always a child with a father and a mother, as well as uncles and cousins.
At that time, he lived a chic life.
Today he went to the fields to catch fish, and tomorrow he went to the mountains to hunt birds.
He also learned the butcher's craft from the old widower in the village.
He had a good hand at everything.
Because he was the fastest jumper and had a muscular body, the children in the village embraced him as the king of childrens, calling the wind and the rain, and if he said something no one in the village dared to say anything.
How proud he was at that time, he patted his chest and told his old lady that he would become a landlord in the village, earned thousands of taels, built a house, married three or five wives and had a bunch of childrens, so that the Zhang family would continue to prosper.
His mother always laughed at him for not knowing the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, he was not practical and prudent at all, and he just talked empty words every day.
Zhang Fangyuan made a wish and wanted to prove it to his mother.
How could he think that day hadn't yet came, when his father came back drunk and had a big fight with his mother.
His mother couldn't help but jump into the river.
He wanted to bite his old man to death, but before he could bite, his father told him the next day, only then did he realize that his mother stole a man, and he couldn't be more angry.
Zhang Fangyuan took advantage of his old mother's funerals, life turned upside down.
Taking the money the family had saved for him to marry a wife, eating, drinking, and having fun, and befriending some worthless rich young masters in the city, being used as swordsmen, he still happily thought that he was so capable, but in the end he gave to his most trusted master and young master.
He took the blame and went to prison, and came out sick and disabled and couldn't find a job.
He thought he had spent his whole life recklessly and freely, but in the end he didn't even have a person to retire to the end of his life.
Uncles and cousins didn't want to see him, so he was left out of the clan long ago.
The reputation in the village was also muddy, and he had always been a useless old bachelor and a bum with no business.
After being ill for a long time, the enthusiastic villagers didn't come to pay attention to major matters, and finally ended up alone and died in bed.
It was only at the end that he realized that this was an absurd waste of his life.
His eyes were straight open, with remorse in his heart, staring at the dead osmanthus tree outside the house, maybe he didn't know when he lost his breath.