After leaving the General's Mansion, I returned to the mountains overnight. The mountain forest where the Shen family's courtyard is located is the solitary ridge where Lysander Shen's bones are buried.
Standing in the only small courtyard in the mountain, the surrounding scenery is still the same. Various flower trees have produced fruits, and the branches are covered with mature and unripe fruits. When Lysander Shen still lived here, he liked to ask people to pick fruits from the trees and eat them, but he would not eat those that were washed and laid out. In his words: the soul of the fruits has not gone far. From time to time, he would hold some freshly picked peaches and plums in his arms, and the juice would flow from the bites, or he would blink with soreness.
Later, he left the mountain and returned to Shen's house. During the harvest season, he also liked to wander in the fruit forest. When he got tired from walking, he would let Xiaobao ride on his shoulders and send him to the trees to pick fruits. Xiaobao picked a bunch of them as soon as he picked them. They were all ripe and sweet. Lysander Shen carried him off the tree and sat on the ground. He ate the fruits without washing them. By the end of the meal, he seemed drunk and his face was red. Yes, I was lying under the tree with my belly in my hands, sleeping soundly.
Yi Mo couldn't remember exactly how many times he carried these two people who could fall asleep drunk from eating fruits from under the tree back to the room.
Now Shen's house has been annihilated. A fire many years ago turned it into ruins. The pear and fruit trees also disappeared without a trace in the fire. Now there is a house again on that land. It belongs to a family with the surname Fang, and it is also the home of a merchant. However, it is much inferior to the Shen family back then. The garden is very gaudy and market-like. Yi Mo never went to see it again.
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