Xie Huizhou stood at the door, gazing absently at the peach blossoms blooming in all their vibrant beauty outside.
The peach blossoms thousands of years ago had been just as beautiful as those today. He had even slept in a peach tree before, with the profusion of flowers as his blanket, drifting off while admiring them.
Zhang Lanhe would play the zither beneath the peach tree, keeping him company in silence, then carry him back inside once the night grew cool.
He remembered some things very clearly, but others had grown hazy.
"After so much time, I can't remember so many of the details. It's frightening."
Time could blur one's memories, and little things of no consequence would gradually be forgotten.
When Xie Huizhou recalled a small incident from centuries ago and found he could no longer remember the details, he feared that one day he would forget something important.
What a shame it would be to forget some of life's precious memories.
Family, friendship, love, and all the people he had met along the way were important memories to him.
Xie Huizhou immediately set about writing a memoir, recording his past experiences with pen and paper.
That way, he would not forget.
When Zhang Lanhe returned with delicious food he had bought, he found Xie Huizhou bent over the desk writing something. He had been so absorbed in his writing for so long that he had even forgotten to eat.
Zhang Lanhe frowned, sensing that something was wrong.
No matter how busy Xie Huizhou was, he never forgot to savor good food. What could be troubling him now?
Zhang Lanhe walked to his side and saw that Xie Huizhou was writing about their past, which interested him greatly.
"You keep writing the same few lines over and over. Is