(Foreword)

The old man opened a wooden box from the cabinet in the utility room, which stored old items that he was reluctant to throw away.

A red robe was taken out and the old man wore it on his body.

There were eight pockets above the red robe. The old man walked aside and began to fill his pockets one by one.

Red-skinned peanuts, red dates, red beans, hawthorns, chives, cherry tomatoes, red raisins and red eggs.

With eight full pockets, the old man put on a covered jacket.

The old man waved his hands and made two consecutive moves of collecting the sword towards the red copper coins sword hanging high above the wall.

Then he shook his head and walked towards the balcony, picked up the supporting pole, and quickly stabbed and took off the red rope copper coins sword hanging on the wall.

The old man who put the clothespin rod back to his original place and was slowly planning to go down from the balcony. At this time, the height was about the third floor.

The old man just supported the balcony, and the grandson behind him grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Grandpa, what are you doing?"

The old man was startled and stretched on the balcony: "Grandpa's waist is not good, so he is stretching."

The grandson smiled and said, "I saw it just now."

"Have you seen it?" The old man was a little panicked.

"I saw you secretly hiding something delicious." Grandson stretched out his hand.

The old man felt relieved, but he stretched out his index finger and booed: "Be good, grandpa will give you all the delicious food. Don't talk nonsense, grandpa is going to do a big thing later."

The old man grabbed a handful of red dates from the red clothes in his coat, and saw that his grandson was still looking at him, and then he quickly put a handful of red-skinned peanuts.

The grandson took a handful of hands and smiled, and grandma's voice came from afar: "The wonderful content of the Spring Festival Gala has begun!"

The old man touched his grandson's head and pointed out the door: "Be good, go watch TV."

The grandson walked out with a grin and grinned. The TV screen played the first sketch of the 2005 Spring Festival Gala in the Year of the Rooster. "Birthday Congratulations".

Dad put down his cell phone and smiled and shouted: "Dad, the show you want to watch has begun! Dad?"

The grandson grabbed the red date and looked at his father with a smile: "Grandpa said he was going to do a big thing."

Grandma had just washed the dishes and smiled: "There is no big deal. Your dad is probably going to meet his old friends from the West Lake Garden Security Department again. Son, you forgot. I used to play videos and bring him a show to play the Spring Festival Gala sketches. Just wait for a tablet to do a replay, there are always some messes every year."

Although grandma said lightly, her fingernails were so nervous that they pinched them into her flesh that they seemed to know something.

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(text)

The day before the 2005 Lunar New Year, the smell of the New Year was everywhere.

My name is Luqiao, and I am studying in the university of gardening.

During the Chinese New Year holiday, I signed up for a charity organization called "Xihu Garden Security Department" when I had nothing to do.

I think I can fill in a rich and colorful sentence on my resume after graduation, but who knows how I got there with my resume?

This is next to the Shengtangzha Pavilion in West Lake. On the left are two old men playing chess, and on the right are a group of old women dancing square dance.

It seemed that the red fan dance was combined with the red lanterns and red umbrellas, and the red fans were flying up and down in front of me. I was afraid that it was not preparing for the Lantern Festival after the Spring Festival, so I guess I would step up the rehearsal.

In front of them was a group of people who were upright and could see the style of the old cadres.

Everyone had a thermos stuffed in their hands, and they sat in the pavilion seriously, looking like they were gathering together to relieve boring time after retirement.

I obviously don't have this style, but I handed over my resume out of politeness.

I naturally wanted to leave, but the old man with the most qualifications spoke: "A farmer? The young man is like a good farmer. Look at your body of tendons. My little grandson, I will laugh at you if you are as tall as you in the future."

I smiled awkwardly, not knowing whether it was praising me or damaging me.

The old man waved to the distance, and I was afraid I had read it wrong.

A girl walked towards this side, holding a stack of documents in her hand and smiling: "Director, today's report."

The old man called the director smiled happily: "This is a new colleague, Lu Qiao, Su Xiaoxiao, take care of you."

I was so unbelievable. But looking at the girl named Su Xiaoxiao in front of me, I obviously wanted to join the company immediately.

A strange wind blew by, and the waves on the water surface rose.

I shivered subconsciously, and the old man turned his head and asked, "Is the New Year going?"

I immediately reacted: "Tomorrow's Spring Festival."

"Oh, okay! You are familiar with this today, and you will be familiar with this place. You will go home early after work tomorrow for the New Year! By the way, did you buy Spring Festival couplets? Where is the firecrackers? Yes, you won't let firecrackers set off this year." The old man said that he felt a little disappointed here, and the elderly colleagues behind him also looked embarrassed at this time.

"I didn't buy Spring Festival couplets, but everyone else in my family should have bought them." I quickly explained.

"What do you mean? Take this! I wrote it by myself just in case, it's new year and new atmosphere, right?" The old man smiled and handed out the Spring Festival couplets from his bag.

I smiled awkwardly and took the regular Spring Festival couplets into my schoolbag: "Thank you, Director. I have read the information. Do I usually record the trees in the West Lake by the West Lake?"

Su Xiaoxiao pointed to the distance: "Come with me, I'll explain it to you."

I quickly followed, and the West Lake Garden Security Department should be the only two of us young people.

Su Xiaoxiao found a worn-out bicycle for me and took me and the two of them to ride around West Lake for a walk.

During this period, we observed each big tree and recorded it.

Only then did I realize that there was also a square dance aunt on the other side.

And the ears are the best days: "Today is a good day, and everything you think can be accomplished."

If the Shengtangzha Pavilion is lyrical, it will be filled with a sense of joy.

We chose a quiet step to sit down, and the strange wind sounded obviously again. This time I got closer to the lake and seemed to hear a strange sound.

It cannot be described, it is like the roar of a monster.

"Wait, did you hear anything just now?" I asked subconsciously.

Su Xiaoxiao shook her head: "No, the sound of the square dance horn. It's normal for strange sounds to appear. Let me talk about what I usually do. Occasionally, a child is lost or someone picks up the lost things and ID card, so we also have to help broadcast it. We each have a key to the radio station. We will get a matching match after a few days of joining the job."

I naturally lit my head, but I was resentful of the voice just now.

That feeling was clearly coming from the bottom of the lake, how could it be the square horn?

I thought of a topic about Su Xiaoxiao: "I feel that this job is too aging and suitable for retirement. Why do you, a girl, do this? Wait, is it not good to ask this? What I mean sometimes do you think that others think we are just people who play in West Lake every day? When it's time to go home from get off work?"

Su Xiaoxiao smiled at this time: "It depends on whoever perspective. People say this, but it is different from the perspective of a tree."

"How? Can you still have a tree angle?" I said in confusion.

Su Xiaoxiao pointed to the big tree in the distance: "Take the Hangzhou osmanthus tree in front of you as an example. It takes at least a hundred years for an osmanthus tree to grow into the big tree in front of you. Even if it grows into a person who cannot be hugged, it will take at least twenty years. A person's life will only grow into twenty years. A person's life will be over a hundred years. In fact, we can't take care of a few trees in our lifetime. On the contrary, every tree here can watch us spend our lives."

"Your perspective is very strange, which means that in other people's eyes, we do things without passion day after day, but the tree knows that we have served it silently for life?" I said and began to get excited.

"We have seven ancient trees over a thousand years old in West Lake, and in their eyes we are just a moment. Of course, there are even more exaggerated things that need generations of protection." Su Xiaoxiao sighed.

"What's more exaggerated? It needs to be protected from generation to generation? What does it mean?" I realized that Su Xiaoxiao had something in her words.

"I'm talking about cultural heritage, just like the West Lake in front of me needs to be protected from generation to generation. Alas, you don't understand even after saying it." Su Xiaoxiao explained nervously and got up to ride a bike.

Su Xiaoxiao was obviously very anxious to leave, and the notebook recording the condition of the trees fell to the ground.

Looking at Su Xiaoxiao's back as she was leaving, I bent down and wanted to pick it up.

But I saw the location of the calendar on the first page of the diary. On the day of the Chinese New Year, I typed a red circle and wrote a passage: 8:30 pm.

I picked it up and looked it out subconsciously, and the fonts were extremely correct.

I started to look through the trees and it was written in it.

But there is obviously something else in the lower right corner of the record page.

A sentence is written in the lower right corner of each page: Not awakened.

The latest page is today's content, but it says: Wake up.

Su Xiaoxiao rode back at this time and grabbed it nervously: "What have you seen?"

"It's nothing. I saw it falling to the ground and thought of picking it up for you." I quickly answered.

"You will also have a copy when you get the keys." Su Xiaoxiao said that he set off again in a hurry.

And I felt something was wrong, but I just couldn't say it.

It turned out that we had an office, and there were several desks in the small courtyard by the West Lake.

The small room was the director's desk, but it was obviously full of observation logs of trees.

Not far away is the radio station, but why do we all sit in the pavilion by the lake when we interviewed me?

The director called for getting off work, and everyone flew away.

It should have been a happy thing, but everyone has a gloomy face, which is not right.

The second day, on the Spring Festival.

I feel that there must be something here that I don't know, but I obviously still can't see it.

A colleague who is a little older is playing Goji, Landlord, and a straight-board phone with nine-grid buttons on his mobile phone.

Su Xiaoxiao got up and planned to take me to a day trip by the lake, so I naturally followed.

Su Xiaoxiao did not change and took out a notebook to record from time to time.
To be continued...