Chapter 10 Second Dark Echo (2)

She asked him to sit by the lake and smell the smells of different plants. She looked up the names and habits of those trees in the dictionary.Just like she would borrow the thick British version of the picture book and see drawings of dinosaur fossils, anterior ceratopsias, direosaurs, giant dragons, Diplodocus... all kinds of dinosaur bones, complete shape sketches and descriptions, and some The English annotations that I can't fully understand, the whole person is lying on the book, making a hissing inhalation sound while reading, and the excitement is uncontrollable.Their world is clean and comfortable.We sat until dusk, watched the blood-red sunset on the lake, and then rode home together.

2 His mother, like everyone else, disliked her and resented her.They only met once.His mother told him that this girl was not a good student.Too playful and curious.My heart can't hold it at all.So every time she went to his house to play, she always climbed in through the garden wall at the back door, and went directly into his room, and never let his mother find out again.Sometimes it gets dark as we talk.She dallyed to mention going home.He went out to finish dinner with his mother, and when his mother entered his room, he quietly took some food from the kitchen and gave it to her who was hiding in the room.

Youthful and energetic.Two people do homework, or read a book silently in the room.They are all taciturn children in school, but chatting with each other is endless.Just stay together.He gradually felt tired, and he didn't know when he climbed into bed, and fell asleep by himself.Waking up in the middle of the night, she found that she hadn't left yet, sleeping beside him with her back to him.A head of black hair was steaming wetly, his face was buried in the pillow, and his body was curled up into a small ball.The white moonlight shining in from the window shrouded a pair of teenagers who didn't know how long it had been.

She woke up too.Sit up and comb your hair, and braid the shiny black hair into a thin braid.It was four thirty in the morning.She has to go home.Their home is in the same new village, within ten minutes' walk.It is certain that she will be scolded when she goes back, but she is not panicked.Her uncle's family has long been used to her not returning at night, and knows that she often stays at a friend's house.I also know that she is independent and will definitely come back safely. Her clean braids hung on her back, as if she had come here.Sleepy-eyed, he saw her eyes in the dark.The eyes were too bright, soaked in the water light, against the light shadow, as if tears would drop down at any moment.He was at a loss in his heart, and couldn't help but spread his palms and stretched out to her eyes.

She had stood up and said, Shansheng.I gotta go.Back your schoolbag and open the door of the room. He sent her under the wall of the little garden.It was the early morning of a spring day twenty-three years ago.The camellias are blooming in the garden of my hometown.The bright red and complicated petals are paved layer by layer.Drive it so solidly, soak in the dew and breathe gently.She plucked off one, bit the flower branch with her mouth, hung her schoolbag on her chest, and climbed up the wall nimbly.Riding on the top of the wall, he exhaled, his cheeks turned red from exertion.Standing below him with a tense face, his sleepiness has disappeared.The cool morning breeze blows.The morning glow gradually brightened in the sky.

Let's go to the river to watch the sunrise.good life.she says.She tried to seduce him again.He shook his head, you should go home and sleep.You are too playful.She giggled, as if she had expected this answer a long time ago, she just inserted the camellia flower into her braid, turned over and went down the wall, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.I only heard a crisp voice from outside, Shansheng, goodbye.Goodbye, Shansheng.She rattled her bicycle, rattling her chain, and soon disappeared into the bright spring sky. 3 He had seen her hometown in his dream.She had described to him the place where she lived before coming to the city, a seaside village named Ruya.She was born and raised in Ruya.Never met my parents.After the mother gave birth to her, she disappeared without a trace.Five years later, the news came that I first went to Mauritius to export labor, and then to the United Arab Emirates and India. Finally, when I was traveling alone in Thailand, I met a British man and went to London with him.Dianpei's life is over, and I have money, so I can finally take care of my daughter's life.She sent the foreign exchange of her upbringing and asked her uncle to take her to the city to receive education.

The mother is the first butterfly in her life, close to the legendary career, flying far away without a trace.And my father, she said, no one has ever mentioned him to me, as if this man who gave me my flesh and blood never existed.As if her birth was not the union of the mother's blood with a man's blood, but a great river brought a daughter who was destined to be abandoned. Before the mother gave birth, she saw a raging river in her dream.she says.This is the memory that my grandmother told me many times since I was a child.The river my mother saw was formed by the melting of snow and rain on the top of a high mountain. It is calm and wide, shining with silvery light like jewels. It treks across mountains and plains, crosses villages, crosses the threshold of the house, and passes through the hall. .Flowers bloomed one after another on the river, like pink lanterns, floating and traveling far away.The big river glides slowly like a snake, exits the back door, and winds away.The weird nightmare happened in the afternoon of scorching heat, and my mother was sweating profusely after waking up.She took her mother's last name.She was born in July of that year.

She had described this village by the East Sea to him.Not far away, only more than 300 kilometers away from the city.It still exists.In spring, the hillsides are covered with purple magnolias and white pear blossoms.There are lush loquat trees and citrus trees on the mountain, as well as rhododendrons, crabapples and wild orchids all over the mountain.In summer, there are fragrant gardenias and jasmines, and red lotuses in a large pond.There are so many dragonflies that they will fly into the courtyard of the house and rest on the clothes rack. Children have been going to the beach together since they were young to touch snails, catch crabs, catch fish, and dry seaweed and seaweed.Go to the mountains to pick fruit, hunt birds and catch insects.They stood on the shore and cheered for the fishing boats and cargo ships that docked, and they brought news and items from the outside world.Bring beautifully packaged Shanghai biscuits, movie posters, newspapers, mail and books.Sometimes the boatman allows them to climb into the cabin.

They are used to walking tens of miles of mountain roads together, crossing mountains to another village to exchange food, resting in the bamboo forest when they are tired, and drinking cool mountain springs from bamboo tubes.All life is open between the sky, the earth and the sea, and the way of existence is natural, just like this village has existed for hundreds of years. The ancestor of the elegant residents was a victorious general. Because of his courage and outstanding achievements, he was allowed to bring his offspring here to multiply when he was old.The statue of him in full armor is enshrined in the ancient ancestral hall, and the incense is constantly burning.The genealogy through the ages is also there.The refined children are his offspring.she says.We are not afraid of the impermanence between heaven and earth.We are children who grew up by the sea.A descendant of the general and the sea.