Qingben beauty

Chapter 65
Tian Niu talked a lot later.

He said that he didn't go to Pengcheng again after my father's accident, but came to Shencheng to find a job. In these years, he only went back three times.

He said that my uncle stayed in the provincial capital after graduating from university and married a wife in the provincial capital.

He kept saying that I just listened silently without saying a word.

After talking about it, he was also silent. After a long sigh, he took out a business card and gave it to me, saying that it was his address and phone number.

He said that he and my father are very good friends, and my mother also went to the same middle school in the county.

He said that he has been in Shanghai for ten years and has his own place to stay. If I have any difficulties, I can go to him.

I took the business card and still didn't speak.

Tian Niu let out a long sigh, turned and left.

I looked at his somewhat hunched and lonely back, and watched him slowly disappear at the end of the street, before I put my business card in my pocket, turned around and walked to the other side.

I walked aimlessly along the street. At first, I paid attention to whether Tian Niu was still following me. After confirming that he was indeed gone, I relaxed and looked at the scenery on both sides.

It wasn't until I saw the familiar hotel that I realized that I had actually walked to the train station.

I stood on the sidewalk opposite the train station in a daze.

My hands subconsciously touched my stomach.

A kind of dull pain came up suddenly.

I squatted down, folded my arms, buried my head in the crook of my arms, and hid my sour and bright red eyes there.

There are many people on the street, coming and going around me, all kinds of trouser legs and shoes passing by me, and there are all kinds of sounds.

They are happy, they are happy, they are excited, they are noisy, they are anxious...

They have all kinds of emotions.

And I squatted there, like a forgotten leaf, drifting in the wind, without even a root.

I don't know how long I squatted, my feet started to feel numb.

After rubbing my face and leaning on a tree beside me, I stood up.

After the numbness in my feet passed, I walked to the ticket office in front of the train station.

The people there told me that there is no train to Mahuang Township, the train only goes to Hecheng, and then you have to transfer from Hecheng to a car.

My mind is still blank, I have already bought a train ticket to Hecheng.

Instead of going back to my residence, I found a China Merchants Bank next to the train station, withdrew 1 yuan in cash, then bought a backpack and some clothes from a small stall around, and got on the train just like that.

After an overnight train ride and another five hours by car, I arrived at the town of Mahuang Township.

Here, walking a few dozen miles further into the mountains is Tiantou Village.

Along the way, my heart calmed down with the bang and the sound of the wheels, and at the same time I was really tired, so I found a cheap hotel in the town to stay.

The next day, I walked around town.

I grew up here until I was seven, always hearing about the town, but never being there.

The town is not big, and it is located in the mountains. A road passes by the town, leading to two provincial capital cities on both sides.

The east side of the town is built along a stream and is an old street full of ancient buildings.

Ever since I joined Gu Mingyuan and been influenced by him, I am more interested in these old buildings than the new houses with fresh white walls elsewhere in the town.

Walking on the moss-covered stone road, looking at the cracked, mottled and peeling stone walls on both sides, and looking at the stone sculptures in front of the old houses that have been weathered so that only a rough image can be seen.

My heart skipped a beat again.

My hand flicked along the stone wall, and the fingertips were icy cold, as if the wind from a long time passed through.

I suddenly remembered Gu Mingyuan's words.

He said that Chinese culture is 5000 years old, and every ancient thing bears a time mark. Those things are a kind of filling in our understanding of history.

He said that everything that can be preserved in time has its own spirituality. As long as you taste it seriously, you can feel the wind on the other side of time and space.

When he said it, I didn't understand it at all.

Now, he suddenly understood something.

"Tian Luo?" Someone next to him let out an unbelievable exclamation.

I was awakened suddenly, and I looked at the person who made the sound with displeasure, thinking to myself, what snail?
I am also the snail girl!
A woman in her fifties stood three steps away from me. The basket in her hand fell to the ground, and she looked at me in surprise.

Seeing me turn my head, she was obviously taken aback for a moment, then let out a long breath and said, "I admitted my mistake."

"Her aunt, what is your name Tian Luo!" With a creak, the wooden door next to the wall I was supporting was pushed open, and a woman in her 50s came out.

"No, I mistook the person. When I saw this girl leaning against the wall, I was dazed to see Xiao Luo." The aunt picked up the basket from the ground, smiled apologetically at me, and said in her mouth.

But I couldn't listen to what she had to say, I just stared blankly at the woman who came out of the door.

Although I have only met once, although the time we spend together does not exceed half an hour.

I firmly remember her.

It is said that she is the mother of my miserable mother, the woman I want to call grandma.

"Why do you recognize the wrong person?" Grandma sighed, turned around and looked over, and was startled when she saw me.

I turned and walked back.

As soon as I took a step, grandma rushed out, grabbed my hand and shouted: "Are you a girl? Are you a girl!"

I opened my mouth, but couldn't say anything wrong, I just turned my head stubbornly.

"Niu?" The woman carrying the basket asked in surprise, "Is it Tian Luo's daughter? The one who disappeared when she was seven years old?"

"Niu! Niu!" Grandma ignored her, just grabbed my arm, and said in a crying voice: "Is it you? My child! It must be yours, right! You are still alive, God bless you, you are still alive!"

"Mom? What happened? What are you yelling?" A man in his 30s walked out of the gate, with a cigarette in his mouth, and shouted with dissatisfaction.

"Yo, who is this? It looks like my sister." After seeing me, the man blew out his cigarette and raised his eyebrows.

I frowned unknowingly, and said to my grandmother, "Please let me go first, can you talk to me?"

Grandma had tears all over her face. Hearing what I said, she wiped the tears off her face with one hand, and still grabbed my arm with the other hand and said, "I know it's you, child, I know, I also know that you feel resentful, It's all grandma's fault, grandma is sorry for you, back then, grandma shouldn't have left you in their house, grandma should have brought you back, even if it's eating chaff and porridge, it's better..."

"What are you talking about!" The man yelled, took two steps forward, looked me up and down, and said with a cocked corner of his mouth, "Are you really a girl? Are you my sister's daughter? You look so juicy!"

There was a chill in my heart for no reason.

(End of this chapter)