"Xian'er, look at them, although their family is poor, they still have their wives and children by their side. Even though they are bitter, it is also sweet."
Shang Jingyao didn't understand the meaning of Su Zhen's words, so he just nodded in agreement, "Yeah!"
"The beautiful scenery of our Huaili Township is countless. There are ten miles of fragrant fragrance next to the stone bridge on the embankment, and the twilight rain is falling among the lamps and shadows of the autumn mountains. I am so drunk that I don't know that the countryside is full of spring dawn, and I can't see the glorious ruins and ancient temples. In the past few years, there were famines, and the villagers left their hometowns one after another.
, fled to Kyoto. Now every April, many people come back to worship their ancestors and find their roots."
Shang Jingyao looked at the old locust tree at the entrance of the village in the distance. It had grown into a towering ancient tree and it took seven or eight people to embrace it.
It is mid-July now, and the trees are full of sophora flowers, with bell-shaped calyxes in pale yellow. The simple and ordinary sophora flowers are not as graceful and grand as peonies, and are even more ordinary than the delicate peach blossoms. Most of them grow in rural mountain villages.
, in the remote countryside. It endures wind and rain all year round, and grows proudly and tenaciously.
The fragrance of thousands of locust trees is assailed to the nostrils, just like winter snow returning to the world and staining the ground with frost.
Shang Jingyao picked up a locust flower from the ground. The sweet nectar was refreshing, and a happy smile appeared on his lips. He stood quietly, and when he closed his eyes, he heard the sound of laughter in his ears.
"Xiao Xian'er...Xiao Xian'er...come on! We are here!"
"It's this way! Oh, you're so stupid! It's this way!"
"Hahahaha! Why did you hit a tree!"
Suddenly, Shang Jingyao saw four children running hide-and-seek under the big locust tree. The shortest one, the little girl in blue, with her eyes covered with white cloth, stumbled around and trotted to catch people. She didn't cry or beat her after hitting the tree.
After dusting off the dust on his back shirt, he climbed up from the ground again, pulled off the white cloth, rubbed his red forehead, pouted his lips and opened his fleshy arms towards his sisters, wanting to hug them.
Seeing that the other three little girls stood still and even laughed, she rubbed her eyes with her dirty little hands and cried loudly. When her sisters came forward worriedly, she showed a sly smile,
He grabbed a handful of sophora flowers from the ground and threw them towards them.
A new slapstick and laughter sounded again, and when they were tired, they lay down on the soft ground covered with locust flowers.
"Gardenia, bring your sisters back quickly. Mom has made your favorite sophora flower cake."
The woman's figure loomed in the distance. Shang Jingyao's heart twitched and stung, and she couldn't help but walk towards that direction.
However, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone. When she regained consciousness, she saw Su Zhen looking at her solemnly.
"Ms. sir, I seem to have remembered. My name is Xian'er. I have three sisters. One of them seems to be named Zhi'er..."
'My name is Qing Zhi, you must never forget me.'
The gentle female voice seemed to come from the dust-covered heart, unlocking the door that had been locked by her own hands.
"She... seems to be called Qingzhi? Is she Yue Qingzhi?"
When Su Zhen heard this, her eyes did not show much joy, and she said in a calm voice, "You are right, your eldest sister's name is Qing Zhi, your second sister is Li Yu, and your third sister is Xi Yan."
Every time she heard a name from Su Zhen's mouth, many strange memories would flash in her mind. It was obviously the same face, but it seemed like it was playing completely different roles in different places.
The past memories were gradually coming back to life. She squatted down in pain and held her head tightly. Countless strange memory fragments made her almost collapse.
Su Zhen then squatted in front of her and raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face.
"Don't cry, you will be able to see them soon. If my sisters see that I am not treating you well, they may not let you go home with me. In the future, if you don't have a wife by your side, won't you have to spend the rest of your life with me?
Die alone."
Shang Jingyao slowly raised her head after hearing this. Her eyes kept changing, and finally she just nodded lightly, "Okay!"
The old friend has been separated for many years, and is drinking old wine alone in a dream. The smoke is flowing from the embroidered screen, and the faint fragrance of the locust petals is lightly smelled.
According to Su Zhen, her natal family is at the east end of the village. This road home is very familiar to her, as if she has walked it thousands of times. Even if she closes her eyes, she can find her home smoothly.
In the distance, there are rugged green mountains, towering into the clouds. Wheat is planted in the fields on both sides of the street. The hot wind blows by, and the golden ears are connected together. The spectacular rolling wheat waves predict that the villagers will have a good harvest this year.
After about two sticks of incense, Shang Jingyao followed Su Zhen to a farmyard. The familiar scene made her eyes wet involuntarily. She stood in front of the door, raised her hand and stroked the fence, and touched a butterfly shape underneath.
Notch.
She raised her chin with a forced smile, as if she wanted to turn back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes. Her feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, so heavy that she couldn't lift them even if she tried her best, as if they were already deeply rooted in the ground.
Su Zhen patted her shoulder, "Xian'er, let's go in."
"I...I...no! I want to go back."
Shang Jingyao's right hand couldn't help trembling. He was in a dilemma and completely lost his courage.
"What's wrong? Others are timid about being close to home, but it's better for you that you don't even dare to see your parents anymore?"
Su Zhen teased a few words, grasped her hand firmly, pushed open the fence door and stepped in together.
"No, no, no! No, no! I can't do it!"
Shang Jingyao twisted his wrist, trying to break free from Su Zhen's hand.
Before the words stopped, I saw a peasant woman walking out of the house. Behind her was a girl in purple cloth, with her hair tied up in a cloth scarf. She was holding a dustpan and sieve woven with bamboo strips in her hand, which was filled with millet and grains.
Golden yellow, no black grit visible at first glance.
She felt like there was a lump in her throat, her nose was sore, and her eyes were blurred with tears.
"Mother! Second sister!"
"Ah, Xian'er? You Ning? Are you back? Come and sit inside!"
"My son-in-law has met my mother-in-law and my second sister."
Su Zhen was no less panicked than the confused Shang Jingyao, but her steps were steady and her attitude was humble.
Yue Liyu placed the dustpan on the bamboo frame, wiped his rough hands on his clothes, walked quickly to them, took Shang Jingyao's hand affectionately, "Xian'er, don't tell me in advance when you come back."
Hey, do you and your wife have something to eat at noon? In this way, you can chat and eat with your parents in the house, and then I can make some."
"Second sister, there is no need to be busy. Xian'er just missed you, so he took my husband back with him."
Shang Jingyao had already bitten her lip due to excessive excitement. She remembered that among those chaotic memories, the most profound one was that her family had passed away thirteen years ago.
A rough-looking man walked out of the house upon hearing the sound, and Yue Xian'er's eldest sister Yue Qingzhi and third sister Yue Xiyan also appeared at the same time.
Seeing the ecstasy and fear in her eyes, Yue Zuwen frowned in dissatisfaction. Their family had always cherished their little daughter and doted on them, so they came back crying just two years after they got married. Could it be that they were in the Su family?