15 The lingering sound | Do you know me?
When everyone walked to the music festival venue, the village chief appeared and the music festival instantly turned into a village meeting.
Jiang Yu.
The pronunciation of this name fell clearly in Lin Weifeng's heart.
Lin Weifeng was sitting in the first row of the audience. She didn't know if it was because of the sun or because it had been more than a month, but she found that her heart still trembled at the name, and her whole face was flushed.
What the village chief said on the stage went in one ear and out the other, but out of respect, she kept her eyes on the stage.
It was not until the village chief was about to introduce the guests and she stood up to go on stage that she looked back at the front of Jiang Sanlu.
However, she suddenly realized that she couldn't tell whether Jiang Yu and Jiang Sanlu looked alike.
Because she couldn't remember what Jiang Yu looked like.
What is that handsomeness that makes you fall in love at first sight like?
She can't remember.
His eyes, his figure, and even his voice became blurry, leaving only a hazy outline.
And his left hand, which he jokingly called not as pretty as his face, I couldn't remember what it felt like when I touched it.
Can you forget someone you fell in love with at first sight in just over a month?
She stopped suddenly and was lightly bumped by the person following behind her, then she dragged her feet towards the stage.
Standing on the stage, she stared at Jiang Sanlu for a while.
Her eyes were clear, black and bright, and when the sunlight shone directly on them, they were full of spirit.
However, Jiang Sanlu didn't notice her puzzled look at all, and kept clapping and cheering along with the village chief's introduction with great enthusiasm.
Sometimes he would stand up and jump with everyone. He was not short, just a little thin.
Lin Weifeng tried hard to look at this face and recall, vaguely remembering that Jiang Yu's figure was taller and more handsome than the uncle in front of him.
The village chief introduced Lin Weifeng, and Jiang Sanlu also looked at her.
Guiltily, she withdrew her gaze, took the village chief's microphone, and delivered her prepared speech:
"Hello everyone, I'm a cultural relics lawyer, and I'm delighted to meet the 'defenders' of Jiangguan Village's cultural heritage. This land has successfully reduced the dominance of commercial interests and is a promising place for cultural law. If Jiangguan Village can successfully assist in the return of the bluestone statue, it has great potential to become a pilot village for the preservation of Jingjiang culture."
Jiang Sanlu and Jiang Meiyi were witnesses when the cultural relics were unearthed. Even though they were still children at that time, the museum tried its best to advance the evidence collection process and did not miss any favorable clues to recover the cultural relics.
Lin Weifeng followed everyone towards the fields on Jiangsan Road, her head buzzing.
For more than a month, she thought that the person and experience she had always been thinking about had actually become unimportant memories and were cleared from her brain.
But she instinctively felt that he was not someone who should be forgotten.
Jiang Sanlu led everyone to the place where the statue was unearthed, and described the scene of the unearthed in a vivid and lively manner. Jiang Meiyi then responded with a counter-attack.
Lin Weifeng stood at the end of the crowd and took notes with a recorder.
The art museum had a pretty good understanding of the excavation site, and everyone turned to look at Lin Weifeng.
Ding Yang asked, "Why are you standing back there, Lawyer Lin? Is there anything you'd like to know about the excavation?"
Lin Weifeng put away the panic that had nothing to do with work, and the disappointment brought by their shallow fate, and asked Jiang Sanlu, "Uncle Jiang, the land you introduced has been planted with sycamore trees. Why is that?"
Jiang Sanlu said "Oh".
His voice was simple and honest, and Lin Weifeng was sure that Jiang Yu's voice was clearer.
Jiang Sanlu replied, "There's no special connection. After the treasure was unearthed on this plot of land, my father decided not to plant flowers anymore, so he buried a paulownia tree at the same depth as the Bodhisattva's burial site as a commemoration."
Lin Weifeng: "As for the site where the artifact was unearthed, has the village taken any protective measures? For example, surrounding it with a fence or erecting a stone tablet?"
"That's not the case."
Lin Weifeng nodded and said objectively, "Your statement can serve as part of the witness testimony, but it cannot be considered decisive legal evidence in this negotiation."
Jiang Meiyi's arms were folded, and suddenly she bumped into Jiang Sanlu with her side and said, "You stubborn fool! Didn't the old village chief take a picture of you back then? He took a picture when we were digging for treasure, and he also took a picture when the treasure was placed in your yard!"
Jiang Sanlu suddenly realized: "Yes, yes, at my house. I'll go home and look for the photos. If you don't mind, come home with me for a drink."
Jiang Meiyi: "How stupid."
Everyone responded with a smile and followed Jiang Sanlu and Jiang Meiyi into the village.
It's not far, but it takes some time to walk there.
Lin Weifeng was still walking at the end, and Jiang Meiyi, who was walking in front, stood on tiptoe to look at her.
Lin Weifeng didn't understand what was going on and smiled broadly.
She was alone the whole time, watching the rice swaying in the rice fields and the warm sunshine.
Occasionally, he would look back at the sycamore tree in Jiang Sanlu's field. It stood out in the flat field, which inevitably reminded Lin Weifeng of the tree in another place.
What a coincidence it is to meet him.
How pure a passerby must be to forget something in more than a month.
What a contradictory state of mind that made her feel timid on the way to Jiang Sanlu's house.
What if it was him? What if this Jiang Yu was "Jiang Yu"?
What to do when he comes back, what to do at home.
What should she do.
Maybe this is the last chance to find him.
But when she found him, what should she say? Her mind went blank.
With a few ding sounds, Jiang Sanlu opened the iron gate of his house.
When everyone entered the yard, it seemed that Jiang Sanlu had indeed lived a poor life as the deputy village chief had said.
Lin Weifeng looked around the yard and wrote down various details that would help the return of the cultural relics. She looked a few more times, selfishly hoping to find any traces that might be related to him.
The yard is not small. It is made of original yellow soil. Half of it is used to grow vegetables and flowers, and the other half is used to hang clothes. There is also a small corner where a small kitchen is built, which contains all the kitchen utensils for one person's life.
So, she didn't find it.
Everyone was chatting happily in the yard. Lin Weifeng walked over to Jiang Sanlu and asked, "Do you usually live alone?"
Jiang Sanlu smiled enthusiastically: "Yes, yes, my son is not at home, and I live alone at home."
"oh."
"Lawyer Lin, my son was not a witness when the Buddha statue was unearthed." Jiang Sanlu thought Lin Weifeng was asking about the witness.
Lin Weifeng's heart shrank into a ball, and he said embarrassedly: "I know, Uncle Jiang."
Jiang Sanlu turned to everyone and said, "Please sit down in my humble abode while I look for some photos."
Lin Weifeng lowered his eyes and looked at the corner of his clothes. The wind made a rustling sound when it passed by.
She clenched her backpack tightly in her palm, leaving red marks, and her unfulfilled curiosity shattered into particles with the sound of her footsteps.
My heart, feeling a little guilty, kept chirping: I shouldn’t think about random things during working hours.
The facilities inside the house were simple, with wooden benches and chairs neatly placed on the cement floor, which was seeping with water due to the hot weather.
There was a one-way calendar hanging on the wall, one of those old red and green ones.
There is a cabinet in the corner of the wall with a relatively modern style. On it are placed different varieties of flower jams and dried fruits, all of which are products of Faduo.
Next to the cabinet are farm tools and pairs of rubber boots covered in mud.
The living room was not very big, and Lin Weifeng was the last one to walk in. There was no place left for him to stand.
She moved to the side and saw a closed wooden door behind her. A brown bear doll hung on a hook on the door, like the ones used in police anti-fraud propaganda.
She leaned towards the door.
Jiang Sanlu and Jiang Meiyi, as well as the village chief and deputy village chief, made brown rice water for everyone one by one.
Everyone squeezed to the outside, and Lin Weifeng also stood on tiptoe briefly to get closer to the wooden door, making room for everyone to move.
At that moment, the backpack on her side fell on the handle of the wooden door, and the door opened a crack... Because her center of gravity was backward at that time, her whole body inevitably fell back slightly. She staggered her steps a few times and supported herself on the door frame with her elbows before she could stand firmly.
She turned around gently and wanted to close the door. She accidentally saw an old photo on the desk. It was a boy in a police uniform.
She turned the doorknob and subconsciously paid attention for a few more seconds, not rushing to close the door.
Suddenly, her back felt hot and her throat felt slightly sore.
The sound of discussion in the living room was right next to his ears, but Lin Weifeng's world seemed to have paused.
Her eyes did not move away from the photo. After staring at it silently for a moment, she restored the door handle to its normal position, gently pushed the door open, and walked to the desk.
She knew it was rude to break into someone's closed door without permission, but at that moment, she uncontrollably wanted to approach this plain desk.
And this photo.
The spacious and tidy room is filled with the smell of sunshine.
She stood still, feeling clearly that the person in police uniform in the photo pieced together the fragments of people that had faded from her memory, forming Jiang Yu.
She remembered.
Just when I was about to forget his face, I remembered it.
Jiang Yu.
It turns out that Jiang Sanlu’s son is Jiang Yu.
Because I had no hope, there was enough space in my heart to be filled with surprises.
Does that stone statue of Bodhisattva have any overlapping business with Yue Lao?
She saw herself in the glass window, holding the eye-catching photo tightly in her fingertips, joy flowing down the corners of her mouth.
Jiang Yu in the photo looks young and simple, with gentle eyes that are slightly cold but not intimidating.
He was just standing at the university gate, without any choreographed movements, but his brilliant and flawless smile made Lin Weifeng see the pure beauty.
Coincidentally, Jiang Meiyi came to bring her some brown rice water and said, "Miss Lawyer, this place is small. Are you squeezed in?"
Lin Weifeng turned around and smiled, "No, Aunt Jiang, I accidentally opened the door, and then..."
Jiang Meiyi spoke generously and bluntly: "This is Xiaoyu's room, the son of my unpromising cousin."
Lin Weifeng smiled and nodded.
On the table lamp next to the police uniform photo, there is also a slightly faded old photo, not framed.
Inside was a younger version of him, wearing a police academy uniform and standing next to a sycamore tree.
Lin Weifeng also wanted to take a look, but Jiang Meiyi was there, so she couldn't take action directly.
Jiang Meiyi said, "Ms. Lawyer, you look quite familiar to me. Have we met somewhere before?"
Lin Weifeng thought that it might be the news effect, so she did not answer directly, but just said: "This is my first time in Jiangguan Village."
“There’s a big difference between the village and the city.”
"Very simple and comfortable." Lin Weifeng took a few sips of brown rice water.
Jiang Meiyi looked around the room and said in a coquettish tone, "Our Xiaoyu is a policeman. He did tell me what he was doing, but I didn't understand. I only knew that he was a policeman."
"I saw that he is a policeman." Lin Weifeng murmured.
"You've seen the photo, right? Oh wow, he's so handsome, the most promising son of the Jiang family."
Lin Weifeng's eyes rolled around.
Jiang Meiyi tutted her words, "He just never finds a partner. I push him, but he talks back."
"Why can't I find a partner?" she asked weakly.
Jiang Meiyi covered her mouth and said, "I don't know what's wrong with young people nowadays. When asked this kind of question, they start arguing and just leave as soon as they put down their chopsticks."
Lin Weifeng didn't say anything, staring at the brown rice grains in the water and chuckled softly.
Her eyes scanned the photo on the lamp again, so she asked, "Aunt Jiang, is this the sycamore tree in the field?"
Jiang Meiyi picked up the photo without hesitation, looked at it from top to bottom, left to right, and then looked at it from the front. She turned it over and couldn't make out anything.
However, the moment he turned it over, Lin Weifeng saw some lines in the corner of the back of the photo.
Looking closely again, it is a flower curve function graph.
In the center of the back, there is a sentence like this:
I always thought I was brave.
But in fact, I didn’t even dare to ask, “Do you know me?”
It’s too early to ask, we can’t be friends.
If you ask too late, you will become friends.
The ink of the handwriting has faded a little, and it looks like it was written a long time ago.
Each beautiful word gave Lin Weifeng a moment of resonance. In this moment, she was the carrier of the friendship conveyed by these words.
She could understand these words and his feelings.
But, is it written for the person you like?
Before she could figure anything out, her thoughts were interrupted by Jiang Meiyi's words.
Jiang Meiyi didn't understand the words and flowers on the back, so she flipped it over and squinted at it for a moment. She said proudly, "No, this is Xiaoyu's undergraduate graduation photo. It was taken at school. The Public Security University is very famous and a good school."
Lin Weifeng was stunned for a moment.
Quickly, he smiled.
It turned out to be the sycamore tree that matched her memory.
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