Talented Young Lady

Tian Niu said a lot later.

He said that after my father's accident, he did not go to Pengcheng again, 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 from the provincial city.

He kept saying, I just listened silently and didn't say a word.

Later, he was silent. After a long sigh, he took out a business card and gave it to me, saying that it was his address and telephone number.

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

He said that he had been living in Shencheng for ten years and had his own foothold. If I had any difficulties, I could go to him.

I still didn't take the business card.

Tian Niu sighed and turned away.

I watched him that some rickets and lonely back, watching him slowly disappear at the end of the street, then put the card into the pocket, turned to the other end of the walk.

I walked aimlessly along the street. At the beginning, I also paid attention to whether Tian Niu still followed me. After making sure that he was gone, I relaxed to see the scenery on both sides.

It was not until I saw the familiar hotel that I realized that I had come to the railway station.

I stood on the sidewalk opposite the railway station.

My man felt his stomach consciously.

A kind of dull pain came up suddenly.

I squatted down, holding both arms, head buried in the arm, the sour and bright red eyes hidden in there.

There are a lot of people in the street, coming and going around me, all kinds of pants legs and shoes running past me, and 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 squat there, like a forgotten leaf, floating in the wind, not even a root.

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

Rubbing my face and supporting a tree beside me, I stood up.

After the numbness in my feet, I went to the ticket office in front of the railway station.

People there told me that there was no train leading to Mahuang township. The train only went to Hecheng and then had to transfer from Hecheng to bus.

My head is still blank. I have bought the train ticket to Hecheng.

Instead of going back to my residence, I found a China Merchants Bank next to the railway station, took 10000 yuan in cash, and then bought backpacks and some clothes from the small stalls around me, so I got on the train.

After a night's train ride and a five hour bus ride, I arrived at the town of Mahuang township.

Here, a few more miles to the mountains is Tiantou village.

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

The next day, I strolled around the town.

When I was seven years old here, I always heard about the town, but never came.

The town is not big. It is surrounded by mountains. A road runs through the town and leads to two provincial capitals.

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

Since I went with Gu Mingyuan, I'm more interested in these old buildings than those new houses with fresh white walls in other parts of the town.

Walking on the mossy stone road, looking at the cracks on both sides of the stone walls, looking at those old houses have been weathered to see only the general image of the stone sculpture.

My heart suddenly jumped up again.

My hand along the stone wall, a cold fingertip, as if there is a long time wind through.

I suddenly thought of Gu Mingyuan's words.

He said that for 5000 years of Chinese culture, every ancient thing has its own time mark, which is a kind of supplement to our understanding of history.

He said that everything that can be preserved in time has its own spirituality. As long as you carefully taste it, you can feel the wind at the end of time and space.

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

Now, I suddenly understand.

"Tianluo?" There was an incredible scream from someone nearby.

I was awakened with a start, and looked at the voice with displeasure, thinking in my heart, what snail?

I return snail girl!

I was surprised to see a woman who was more than 50 years old standing on my face.

See me turn head, she is obviously stupefied for a while, and then a long breath said: "admit wrong ah."

"What's your name, aunt Tian Luo?" With a squeak, the wooden door beside the wall I was holding was pushed open, and a woman in her fifties came out.

"No, I got the wrong person. I looked at the girl leaning against the wall and saw Xiao Luo in a daze." The woman picked up the basket from the ground and said with an apologetic smile.But I can't listen to what she said any more. I just stare at the woman who comes out of the door.

Although only met once, although not more than half an hour.

I remember her firmly.

It's said that it's my mother's mother, the woman I want to call grandma.

"What's wrong with you?" Grandma sighed and turned to look at me. She was stunned when she saw me.

I turned back.

Just walked a step, grandmother rushed out, grabbed my hand and called: "are you a girl? It's a girl

I opened my mouth and couldn't say anything wrong. I just turned my head with stubbornness.

"Girl?" The woman with the basket said in surprise, "is it Tian Luo's daughter? The one you didn't see when you were seven? "

"Girl! Girl Grandma didn't pay attention to her, just grabbed my arm and said with a cry: "is it you? children! It must be yours, right! You're still alive, God forbid, you're still alive! "

"Mother? What's the matter? What are you barking at? " Out of the gate came a man in his thirties, with a cigarette in his mouth and a discontented face.

"Well, who is this? It's a bit like my sister. " After seeing me, the man vomited his cigarette end and picked the way on the corner of his eyebrow.

I did not feel a frown, said to my grandmother: "please let me go first, good talk OK?"

Grandma has already shed tears on her face. Listening to me, she wiped the tears on her face with one hand, and still held my arm with the other hand and said, "I know it's you, my child, I know, and I know that you're complaining. It's all grandma's fault. In those years, grandma shouldn't have left you in their house. Grandma should take you back, even if it's eating chaff and porridge After... "

"What are you talking about?" The man roared, walked up and down two steps, looked me up and down, tilted the corner of his mouth and said, "are you really a girl? My sister's daughter? It's so watery! "

In my heart, there was a cool breath for no reason.