Life in a small village with quiet mountains and quiet waters

Chapter 1 I Want To Stay

Winter day
The snow cleared.

A round of bright sun is hanging high, a rare warm day.

Mountain village
people with cats in winter
Like groundhogs blooming in spring, they came out of their houses, one by one, sitting in the yard, or squatting on the side of the road outside the yard, leaning against the fence of their own house.

While chatting with the folks, he was busy with the work in hand.

There was a rhythmic knocking sound from the whole village.

As long as they are a little older, no matter whether they are men, women, young or old, they will hold things in their hands and knock on hard-shelled fruits like chestnuts.

The fruit is not a chestnut, it is smaller than the wild chestnut, about the size of a broad bean, and after the hard shell is cracked, there is a beige fruit inside, white and yellow.

Everyone in the village has no patches on their bodies, not only large and small patches on their bodies, but also the old cotton jackets and trousers on their bodies. It's like being wrapped in a layer of cardboard.

This shows that the clothes on his body have been worn for many years, which means that the village is so poor that it has not bought new clothes for many years.

Cotton clothes are worn to this extent, if you say how anti-freezing it is, that is bullshit.

Because of this, even under the sun, all the children still had runny noses on their faces, their little faces were flushed from the cold, and most of the children's faces were still covered with skin.

Among the crowd, there was one who stood out, and at a glance, one could understand what it means to stand out from the crowd and what it means to stand out from the crowd.

A young man of sixteen or seventeen was leaning against the dirt wall on the side of the road like many people at this moment, but he was different from the ragged and patched peasants beside him.

The Leifeng hat on the green army coat on this man's head is new. If it is the same as others, there is only a pair of fur nests on his feet. These things are woven with reed flowers. A pair, a winter artifact for the poor.

The complexion of the young man is different from others. Others look bitter and bitter, but the young man has a face like a crown of jade, skin like white fat, such a fair and clean young man.

Not only is he fair and clean, but the young man is also tall. Even if he sits down, he is a head or two taller than the average person. When he stands up, he must be about 1.8 meters, and he has to be the kind that goes up.

Height doesn't matter, the young man is handsome if he is still tall.

The Chinese-shaped face is in line with the aesthetics of today's people. The face is firm but not stiff, with rounded corners and a bit of handsomeness. The square forehead is matched with thick hair. The sharpness of the pen, hanging straight from the temples, and paired with a pair of piercing red phoenix eyes below, let the young man look at others with a sense of hope and brilliance.

A hanging bile nose, starting from the arch of the eyebrows, slightly sunken at the eye sockets, then straightened into a gentle arc, pulling up a perfect hump line, ending on the middle of the person with a teardrop-shaped nose, the nose wings are like cicadas, delicate harmonious.

Under the nose is a standard wide lion's mouth. The corners of the mouth are slightly protruding, showing three points of power and seven points of toughness.

With just this face, whether it's in a model play or an old movie, as long as it appears, it's definitely decent, and it's definitely the protagonist, not even a second partner.

But at the moment the boy was lying down a little lazy.

Although everyone is a little lazy, but thanks to the gift of his skin, the young man can lie down lazily, with the air of a rich man who has read poems and books.

The boy is holding a branch in his hand at the moment, and he is drawing aimlessly on the ground, but his eyes are a little blurred. It is obvious that the boy's attention is not on his hand.

The boy and the country are so out of tune with the villagers, one can tell at a glance that the boy is not from the village, and it is impossible for such an ordinary small mountain village to raise such a handsome boy.

The nearby villagers also looked at the boy from time to time, and gathered together to discuss a sentence or two from time to time, but the boy turned a deaf ear and was immersed in his own world.

Not only does the young man not belong to the mountain village, he does not belong to this era, but this matter is too unbelievable, even if the young man tells others, others will not understand.

To be precise, the boy came from decades later, and he didn't look like this at that time. The boy at that time was just a 1.6-meter-high worker in his thirties.

It is said to be a worker, but in fact, based on the thinking of a young man, the attributive at the beginning should be a successful worker. In his early thirties, relying on his own ability and his ability to program CNC machine tools, he bought a four-bedroom and two-living room in Sanshi City. The house is still paid in one lump sum, and the teenager is very satisfied with his life.

Let's put it this way, if he knew that he was going to come here, the young man must do everything possible to avoid this kind of thing from happening, because he is very satisfied with his life and has no intention of opening another account elsewhere.

But God can't help him!

In fact, he is also to blame for this matter. When I was visiting the ghost market, I fell in love with a wooden no-things sign. It was bare on both sides, but it seemed to be able to see a fairy guiding the way under the light, so I looked at it. I like it and the price is not expensive, so the boy bought it.

As a result, on a night of lightning and thunder, the boy was wearing a thunder peak cap and wrapped in a military overcoat, sleeping in his Afghan-style four-bedroom and two-living room, which caused the lightning to flash.

When he opened it again, the young man saw two dirty faces, one old and one young, and told himself with concern that they saved the young man.

Teenagers are confused!

Big money!
What made the young man even more confused was that he actually realized out of thin air that the wooden nothing sign is not an ordinary wooden sign, but a key, a key to a mysterious realm that ordinary people cannot understand.

After a few days, the boy was like this, confused again and again, his mind was as chaotic as a train.

"Comrade Gu!"

The boy was startled, came back to his senses, and looked at the person who called him.

The boy's surname is Gu, Gu Hongming's Gu.

What, you don't even know Gu Hongming?
Well, you are illiterate, and you are also illiterate with no knowledge of modern history.

Gu Siwei, this is the boy's tuba, except for the surname Gu, Gu Siwei and the strange man of the late Qing Dynasty, one of them is proficient in nine foreign languages, and Gu Hongming, who has 13 doctorates, has nothing to do with each other. It was a family years ago.

The man named Gu Siwei is an old man. In fact, he is not considered old in future generations. He is only 57 years old, but at this moment, a 57-year-old person looks more than 70 years old.

Liu Fulin was his name, and it was this Liu Fulin and his grandson Liu Dezhu who dragged Gu Siwei back to the village.

"Father Liu, you can tell me something." Gu Siwei smiled politely.

Liu Fulin felt that talking to Gu Siwei was a bit unassuming. The old man was uneducated and couldn't say it, but he understood what he meant. What does it mean to be rich and powerful?

This is called being rich and powerful.

Obviously everyone chats together, but some people just make you feel inferior to others, even if this person is wearing a military overcoat and a Leifeng hat.

"This... this, Comrade Gu, how is your recuperation going?"

Liu Fulin was too embarrassed to say.

But there is no way to talk about it. The food left in the village can't last anymore.

It's really not that Liu Fulin and the peasants are stingy, but that in the granary in the village, the mice have to cry when they go in and walk around, and the whole village can't get enough to eat, let alone a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy!

Gu Siwei looked at Liu Fulin, and sighed in his heart: People nowadays are really sincere. Look, they clearly want me to leave, and the food in the village is not enough, but when I talk about this, I haven’t waited for myself. He blushed and had a thick neck, as if he had done something outrageous.

If you want to stay at the landlord's house for a few more days after putting it away for decades, someone might throw your luggage out.

Gu Siwei has encountered this, not to say that every landlord is like this, but Gu Siwei has really experienced it himself.

"I'm almost there, I'll leave after I leave some thank you gifts for everyone," Gu Siwei said with a smile.

"No, no! I didn't mean that".

Liu Fulin waved his hand immediately, although that was what he meant, but now that he heard that Gu Siwei was leaving, he still felt like his face had a fever.

Liu Fulin felt embarrassed for no reason. The habit of the older generation in the village is to keep customers rather than drive them away. Even strangers should be treated well.

The village is remote and surrounded by hundreds of miles of mountains. If you want to survive in such an environment, the most important thing is to form a group, that is, unity.

Because there are people who can guard against wild animals and take risks, the villagers have never said that guests have come and rushed them away since they came here in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.

"It's okay, it's okay, I should go too, I've been a little troubled these days," Gu Siwei said exactly as he said.

Does he want to go?
Where can he go?

If Gu Siwei is sure to be a dick after a few decades, even if his appearance returns to the ordinary one after decades, he can still grin from the corners of his mouth to the roots of his ears.

But in this day and age, where can he go?
go outside?
Looking at him like this, he looked like a brat, even if he didn't die, he would have to be skinned.

To be a hermit in the old woods?

Gu Siwei replied in a certain way: I will tell you my uncle!
If you want to survive, which one can be less?
What is the difference between hiding in the mountains and forests now and committing suicide? Even if you want to be a hermit in the south in the future, it will be unreliable if you don’t have a million and 80 in your pocket.

Gu Siwei naturally wants to stay, but he can't force it to stay, just like a rascal dog, that's not Gu Siwei's style.

Gu Siwei's idea is that he not only wants to stay, but also stays upright. If he is playing a rogue, then he might as well go to the old forest as a hermit and starve to death.

When it comes to integrity, Lao Gu thinks he still has some, not many, but definitely there!

At this moment, when Gu Siwei and Liu Fulin were chatting awkwardly, there was a sudden clang.

This is the sound of a hammer hitting an iron sheet.

Gu Siwei knew that this was the sound made by the head of the village knocking on half of the iron plow, telling the villagers that it was time to eat.

clang!clang!clang!
This can be regarded as a solution to Liu Fulin's embarrassment, and immediately said: "Let's go to eat first."

For Liu Fulin, when Gu Siwei said he was going to leave, he felt relieved.

Again, it’s not that he doesn’t want to stay, the main reason is that there is really no food in the village, and the whole village has to go out to dig wild vegetables until the beginning of spring, and mix wild vegetables with walnut powder to satisfy their hunger. living.

It is reasonable to send this master away as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)