Waiting for you to fall a flower

"By the way, how many families do you have here?"

"About thirty or more households."

"Have you ever been to a big city?"

"I rarely go. If there's nothing particularly important, I won't leave the fishing village."

"Where do you buy all your food and drink?"

"There is a small town 300 kilometers away from the fishing village. All the fish here are sold there, and then the daily necessities are added there."

"Oh, but why don't you leave the fishing village? The world outside is wonderful. Don't you all want it?"

This was a second interview, but it was also Jing Ya's instinctive curiosity to know the simple people here and the secret land.

"Because our ancestor was once a great general, he fought thousands of times in order to serve the country faithfully, but he did not want to be secretly plotted by the little people, the credit was ignored, and instead fell on a crime. In a rage, he was afraid of dust, and he fled here overnight with his family, and from then on he settled down and made a rule that future generations should never step out of this land. And don't get involved with the bureaucrats."

Jing Ya was so fascinated that he couldn't help but admire the descendants of the general. After hundreds of years, it was rare for him to abide by the rules of his ancestors.

"You don't have over thirty families here who are all descendants of the great general, do you?" She was shocked. That would be incest.

"Of course not. Only a small part of them are descendants of the general. The rest of them have moved here from other places, but they also regard the general as their ancestor and keep the oath with us."

"Oh, I see." Jing Ya smiled and walked on.

After walking for more than an hour, the two of them headed back. On the way, they learned a lot about the legendary history of Fung mei fishing village.

When she returned to the fisherman's house, she found that there were six or seven missed calls on her cell phone, all from Ye Beicheng. She patted her forehead in frustration and forgot to bring her cell phone when she went out.

She dialed back, but it rang twice, and then hung up automatically. She dialed again in confusion. After dialing more than ten times, she still couldn't get out. She walked out of the room gloomily and found the fisherman's wife and asked, "Do you have a public phone?"

"No." The little daughter-in-law shook her head and explained, "We don't contact the outside world, and we don't have any outside friends, so we don't need to call..."

"Then why can't I call the phone I brought?"

"Maybe the signal is not good. We have a strong sea breeze and are isolated from the outside world, so the communication is not very good. In the past, tourists occasionally came here to stay for a few days, and their mobile phones often can't receive the signal."

Jing Ya nodded. Suddenly, there was a kind of return to a century ago, when there were no phones or computers...

Seeing her anxious face, the little wife comforted her and said, "Don't worry. It's not that there's no signal every day. It's just that occasionally, the wind will be stronger tonight, and the sun will come out tomorrow. If the wind stops, the signal will be better."

It seemed that this was the only way. Jing Ya went back to her room sadly. At night, she saw Ye Beicheng in her dream. He told her to come back early.

Early in the morning, Jing Ya was awakened by the sound of voices outside. She got up and went to the window to see that it was the fishermen who had started fishing. Men, women, old and young ran to the sea together, holding fishing tools in their hands.

She hurriedly put on her clothes, washed up, and ran to the beach with her camera. Then she took a few photos of the fisherman. One year later, in the morning, she wanted to make this beautiful morning an eternal memory for the hardworking fisherman.

Jing Ya had been so busy at the beach all morning that he forgot to call Ye Beicheng back. When he remembered at noon, the weather suddenly changed, there was a heavy rain, and the signal was cut off again...

Because of the weather, the fishermen couldn't go out, so they stayed at home and chatted. The little wife took out a photo album and went to Jing Ya's room. She smiled and said, "Xiao yu, are you bored? Let me show you the photos."

"Sure." Jing Ya took it with interest.

She carefully flipped the page. Although the person inside was unfamiliar, the friendly smile on her face was extremely familiar. It seemed that everyone here would have such a smile.

"Are these people from your village?"

"That's right."

"You guys seem to like taking pictures together..." Jing Ya could see pictures of the whole village taken in different years, almost every two years.

"Yes, the people in our village are very united and friendly, like a family."

Jing Ya turned to the last page, still a picture of the whole village. She was bored, so she took out a photo to look at every cute fisherman. The photo was only seven inches in size, and there were thirty or forty people around.

She lay flat on the bed and glanced around from left to right. When her gaze inadvertently shifted to a sentimental face in the second row, one of them sat up and refocused, thinking that she was mistaken...

How could it be her?

Jing Ya covered his mouth in shock, took the photo to the window, and reconfirmed that the familiar face was... Yang Qianxue.

"Sister ling, who is this woman?"

She quickly turned around and asked her little wife who was knitting a sweater.

Ah Ling put the sweater aside, took the photo in her hand, narrowed his eyes and looked at it, "This is uncle xiang's wife, Xiaoju."

Xiaoju?

Jing Ya deeply doubted whether he was dazed or whether yang qianxue had twin sisters...

"Can you take me to see her?" She said urgently.

Ah Ling sighed, "No, she's gone."

"Gone?"

Jing Ya was shocked, "Do you mean to be dead by leaving?"

"Of course not!" Ah Ling pointed to the chair beside him and said, "You do it. I'll tell you the story of Xiaoju."

"Okay!" She couldn't wait.

"This Xiaoju isn't from here. She was rescued from a fishing trip a few years ago by Uncle Ah Xiang. She was already dying. Uncle Ah Xiang's wife took good care of her and saved her life. But when that woman woke up, she didn't remember anything. She didn't remember her name. Where did she come from? Uncle Ah Xiang had no choice but to leave her at home. Just in time, Uncle Ah Xiang's son was younger than Xiaoju. Not many, and no one, so Aunt ah xiang made Xiaoju their daughter-in-law..."

"Wait a minute." Jing Ya stopped, "Since she doesn't know her name, how did Xiaoju's name come from?"

"Because she was brought to our village during the autumn chrysanthemum season, Uncle Ah Xiang named her Xiaoju."

So that's it. Jing Ya was sure that Xiaoju was Yang Qianxue. She was so shocked that she didn't expect Yang Qianxue to have lived here before...

Ah Ling continued, "Xiaoju is very gentle and obedient. Uncle Ah Xiang's son's name is Dong Zi, and he is very good to Xiaoju. So when aunt ah xiang proposed marriage, neither of them had a problem. This marriage was settled."

"Did Xiaoju give birth to a son?" Jing Ya blurted out.

Ah Ling looked at her in surprise, "How do you know?"

"I... I guessed."

"You guessed right. Xiaoju did give birth to a son, and the Uncle Ah Xiang family was overjoyed. But no one expected that after two years of peace and quiet, Xiaoju's memory suddenly came back. She even proposed to go home. Although the Uncle Ah Xiang family did not agree with her and was afraid that she would not come back after she left, Xiaoju's memory was completely restored. Her previous gentleness and obedience had disappeared. It was replaced by an inhuman indifference."

"She still left, didn't she?" Jing Ya couldn't help but interject.

"Yes, she still left. No matter how much Dong Zi begged, she insisted on going home. On the day she left, Aunt ah xiang cried her heart out, but Xiaoju's heart was too cruel. No matter how sad Dong Zi and Aunt ah xiang were, she didn't even want her own son. The whole village was very angry. During that time, the Uncle Ah Xiang family had a hard time. It wasn't until three months later that they recovered from the pain. Come on."

Jing Ya sighed and understood why Yang Qianxue insisted on leaving, naturally because she remembered her beloved man, Ye Beicheng.

In this world, not every woman can give up what she doesn't want to give up for the sake of her child.

"The Uncle Ah Xiang family is so pitiful." She sympathized with them from the bottom of her heart and suddenly remembered something. She asked uncertainly, "Did Xiaoju come back later?"

This time, Ah Ling did not speak for a long time. He just looked at her in surprise and said after a long time, "How do you know everything? Isn't that amazing..."

Jing Ya smiled awkwardly, "I work for a magazine, so I have a lot of imagination."

"Exactly as you said. Xiaoju came back two months ago, and her appearance made us all disbelieve, because no one expected that she would come back after she left. That day, she bought gifts for the whole village, and the laughter that had disappeared for a long time came from Uncle Ah Xiang's house. Just when everyone thought that xiao ju would stay in Fung mei fishing village with all her heart, she actually left again. And this time, it's even more ruthless, taking Uncle Ah Xiang's little fish away..."

"Little fish?"

"It's Uncle Ah Xiang's grandson."

Jing Ya suddenly realized, "That should be Dudu..."

"Dudu? What Dudu?" Ah Ling asked doubtfully.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just saying it."

"Ah, poor Uncle Ah Xiang's family, every day they live a heartbroken life, and Aunt ah xiang was even more angry because he lost his grandson, lying in bed, Uncle Ah Xiang regretted saving a wolf with white eyes, accompanied his wife and lost the army!"

"Haven't they thought of going out to look for it?"

"Where can I find it? It's not easy for people like us who haven't been far away. Besides, if Xiaoju regains his memory, he won't use the name Xiaoju anymore, which is even harder to find..."

After listening to the story of Xiaoju told by ah ling, Jing Ya felt as if he had knocked over a bottle of flavor.

"Can you take me to Uncle Ah Xiang's house?"

"Now?" Ah Ling looked out the window at the heavy rain.

"Yes!" She could not wait to see the poor family.

"Okay."

Jing Ya took the raincoat that Ah Ling handed her, put it on her body several times, then followed her steps and walked along the path to uncle xiang's house.