Chapter 60 Chapter 60 They are actually pure love
Wucheng is an estuary city, bordering Nan Province and Tang Province.
Wucheng and Southern Province were both flat plains, with few mountains. Xin Tong hadn't been to Southern Province much; the only connection she remembered to it was that Jiang Yuanbin's ancestral home was in Jinling, Southern Province.
But she did go to Tong Province often when she was a child. Tong Province is mountainous and has more diverse scenery, and her parents often took her there to play.
As a child, I loved cultural landscapes and was only interested in the world, with no interest in mountains or rivers. As I got older, I became increasingly bored by the crowds I was surrounded by, and gradually began to yearn for nature.
There are many small places and villages in Tang Province, many ancient villages with unique architecture and beautiful scenery.
Autumn is in full swing recently, and since it is adjacent to the big city of Wucheng, it can be regarded as a holy place for self-driving tours. Many people drive here from Wucheng on weekends to take a short vacation.
Xin Tong did some research and found a place with few people and little knowledge.
In the countryside surrounding Qingfeng City, there is a village called Qi Yu.
I booked a farm stay online, which also has a homestay, so I could take care of the food and accommodation.
The farm owner had never seen such a one-person deal, and he repeatedly confirmed on WeChat whether it was really just one person. Xin Tong transferred the money so quickly that the owner immediately sent a "please, sir" emoji without further questioning.
When Xin Tong drove there, he saw a man standing on the side of the road from a distance, waiting for Xin Tong's arrival with a bright smile.
As soon as she got off the car, the man greeted her with a shout,
"Wucheng's most affectionate place, welcome!"
Xin Tong: "...My last name is Xin."
"Okay Miss Xin!"
The boss went to help with the luggage with a smile on his face. After taking us to the place, he was very polite and disappeared immediately after giving us some instructions. He would reply to WeChat messages immediately, but there was no one in the entire homestay, and it was quiet and peaceful without anyone disturbing us.
I ordered a few dishes first. The taste was very good, original and the ingredients were fresh.
Xin Tong was full and satisfied.
Then he went out for a stroll slowly.
The countryside in Tang Province is not like ordinary rural areas. It is not poor but very developed.
The river separates the two banks. On the bank is an ancient village with a history of hundreds of years. It is built against the mountain and the architecture is very typical of the Jiangnan residential style. It has now become a scenic spot, but the degree of development is not high. It still retains its original tranquility and many locals still live here.
Horse-head walls, small green tiles, green mountains and green waters. In front of the quaint old house is a gurgling stream with a curved stone arch bridge over it.
There is a custom here of drying fruits in the autumn sun. After the harvest, farmers hang fruits such as persimmons, peppers and corn to dry in the sun. The red and yellow colors of the fruits are a vibrant color on the stone tiles.
Xin Tong took a walk and came to a huge tree at the entrance of the village.
This is a persimmon tree. Its trunk, thick enough for two people to embrace, is gnarled and sturdy. Its branches are covered with layers of bright red persimmons, arranged in an orderly pattern. The branches are withered, and the surrounding mountains are a sliver of indigo. The vibrant red on the branches sways slowly in the wind, like the color of hope.
Several red strips of cloth are tied to the lower branches. This is the place where the villagers pray.
Xin Tong squatted down and saw a tabby cat lying under the tree.
She stroked the kitten gently, and it licked its fur lazily, then walked to Xin Tong's feet, rubbed against her, and its tail wagged and hooked around her ankle.
It's already late autumn. If you come earlier, you can still see the ginkgo trees. The golden leaves fill the air with autumn, growing beside the white walls and green tiles, which is really beautiful.
There are various shops at the front of the village, and a roadside cafe with a distinctive sign that says "Persimmon Coffee" in front of it. Some artists have opened studios here, and the entrances are filled with paintings and sculptures.
Xin Tong breathed in the clean air and felt refreshed.
She really came to the right place and she loved it here.
It would be very comfortable to live in Qiyu Village.
*
I strolled back to the farm and took a hot bath. I'd barely had a break from working in the factory making clothes, but today I'd seen the sights and eaten some delicious food. After the hot bath, I felt warm and refreshed.
It was completely dark.
The B&B building is two stories high. There is a cobblestone street downstairs at the entrance, and it is surrounded by houses and other small shops.
There is a small pavilion outside the roof of the first floor, which is made of wood and covered with a thick layer of grass. This small pavilion is a promotional point of this homestay. The grass on the roof is very thick, and lying on it has a wide view, and you can see the vast farmland below Qiyu Village.
She was the only one in the entire B&B, it was quiet and empty.
Xin Tong wrapped herself in a thick blanket and took a down jacket, then climbed up to the roof of the pavilion, lay on the soft grass, and happily waited for the meteor shower.
One hour, nothing happened.
Two hours, nothing happened.
The smile on Xin Tong's face fell.
The nights grew colder in late autumn, and the cobblestone streets gradually became deserted. My hot milk tea had gone cold, and all was quiet. The meteor shower hadn't arrived yet.
Xin Tong was both disappointed and unwilling to accept the outcome. Although she knew the meteor shower wasn't guaranteed to happen, she felt bad that it was already here, and her hopes were dashed.
He turned over on the roof, and the next second he saw something moving coming out of the grass pile below him.
It was pitch black and she couldn't see clearly, so she shone the flashlight from her cell phone and saw it was a centipede!
Xin Tong screamed in fright.
He sat up suddenly and fell back in panic out of reflex.
Unexpectedly, the grass beneath her was too slippery, and she slipped to the edge of the roof wrapped in a blanket and fell down screaming.
The pavilion was tilted, gradually lowering towards the edge, with the very edge only two meters above the ground. Xin Tong was covered in a thick blanket, so she rolled down without getting hurt.
But she was terribly scared, thinking she was going to fall to her death. She rolled on the ground for a little while and cried out "ouch, ouch" twice.
It took several seconds before I realized that I didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and then I dared to open my eyes.
When I looked up, I found that I had fallen on the street.
This was the stone street behind the guesthouse. The bluestone was hard and cold, and she struggled to stand up.
The next second, I suddenly heard footsteps coming from the front.
I looked up and saw a pair of black sneakers in front of me.
My heart moved.
Slowly tilt your neck back and look up.
From pants, to shirt, to neck.
Finally, I happened to meet Jiang Chongyan's handsome and flamboyant face.
…
When we met on the grass in the park by the small river in Wucheng during the day, he was wearing a black leather jacket, long boots, sunglasses, with flamboyant blond hair, and looked like someone who was not to be messed with.
——Now, the loose hoodie is pulled all the way up her head, completely hiding her blonde hair. She's dressed in black, hidden in the night, and holding a very homely red plastic bag.
Jiang Chongyan stood in front of her.
He looked down at her with a calm expression.
Xin Tong was completely stunned.
"You, why are you here!"
Qi Yu Village is extremely small, and Jiang Chongyan has no reason to appear here.
She immediately thought of a possibility, and asked in disbelief, "You followed my car today?"
Xin Tong tore off the wrinkled blanket on her body, climbed up and stood in front of him.
"Why are you so weird?"
"I asked you if you wanted to come, but you refused. But in the end, you secretly followed me all the way! I drove for over two hours from Wucheng, and you actually drove for over two hours just to get here! I think you didn't even have time to go back and pack your bags in order to catch up with my car before you set off straight away!"
"Couldn't you have just said you wanted to come with me? Couldn't you have just admitted that you just wanted to watch the meteor shower with me?"
...After talking for a long time, Jiang Chongyan had no expression at all and looked at her indifferently as if he was used to it.
Xin Tong attacked continuously, but the opponent didn't respond at all.
That’s enough said, and the anger has subsided.
She took a breath, glanced at the red plastic bag in his hand, and asked without holding a grudge:
"What are you doing?"
"A gift for me?...Okay, I forgive you."
Jiang Chongyan slowly raised the bag in front of her, revealing a bottle of black soy sauce inside.
"My registered residence is in Qiyu Village, Qingfeng City, Tang Province."
"My grandma has lived in Qiyu Village for fifty years."
"She asked me to come out and buy a bottle of soy sauce."
…
Xin Tong was stunned for five seconds.
...Why didn't you say so earlier?
At that moment, she suddenly realized that he was not following her.
He was supposed to go back to his hometown today.
In Qiyu Village, Xin Tong is a tourist, but Jiang Chongyan is a local.
...Who would have thought that with so many ancient villages around, she just randomly picked a village with few people when making a travel plan, and actually found Jiang Chongyan's hometown directly.
Xin Tong glanced guiltily at the young master's simple outfit and the bottle of homely soy sauce in his hand.
He patted the blanket and laughed dryly.
"Haha. I see. Sorry."
There was an awkward silence between the two of them.
Xin Tong rubbed his nose, lowered his head to look at the ground, and stopped talking.
Suddenly I heard a voice above my head.
"You said you were coming to Qingfeng City to watch the meteor shower."
"Is this where you come from?"
Jiang Chongyan tilted his head slightly, and his sharp facial features were a little blurry in the night.
“I won’t go to the Qingfeng City Observatory, nor will I go to the forest park in the suburbs.”
"You actually chose this little village in the countryside that few people know about."
"Your style of doing things is always so unique."
Xin Tong heard the hint of sarcasm in his words and snorted unwillingly.
"What's wrong with the countryside?"
"I've been in the city for over 20 years, and I've been wanting to visit the countryside. It's a rare opportunity to relax and unwind, but what's the point of going to Qingfeng City? It's all in the city, no different from Wucheng."
"There are few people here, it's beautiful, and it's so quiet."
Xin Tong really likes Qiyu. The scenery here is beautiful, life is leisurely, and there is freedom and space.
She couldn't help but glance at Jiang Chongyan. She had just thought about how great it would be to live here that afternoon, but now she knew that he had actually grown up here.
The village entrance she walked past today, the persimmon tree she saw, the kitten she touched, and the farmland she looked out at.
It turns out that I had experienced all of these when I was young.
He grew up in this beautiful and leisurely village, with the ethereal mountains and rivers as his playmates.
Now, linking this village with him makes sense. He is so light and free—indeed, like the wind and clouds in the mountains.
An indescribable feeling suddenly surged in my heart.
Xin Tong suddenly felt that this was something that could not be put into words.
Fate, sense of destiny, fate, red line, many words flashed through my mind, but none of them seemed suitable to describe this feeling.
As time and space shifted, she looked up at the 23-year-old man in front of her. His sharp, bold face gradually melted into the night and became less and less clear.
"Meteor shower, have you waited for it?"
He asked, crossing his arms.
Xin Tong came to his senses and looked dejected.
"not yet."
"Probably gone." The voice was ruthless but objective.
“…I don’t believe it!”
Xin Tong was unwilling to admit it. "I'll wait a little longer. I won't sleep tonight. I'll wait until tomorrow morning."
After that, silence fell between the two of them again.
The topic has been discussed and there seems to be nothing more to say.
The surroundings were silent, even the chirping of insects had disappeared. A man and a woman stood facing each other, one tall and one short.
The ancient village is quiet in the night, with water flowing under your feet, a stone bridge beside you, and a bright moon on the bridge.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Chongyan suddenly lowered his head and said,
"Leave."
"I've bought the soy sauce. My grandma is waiting for me at home."
He turned around and took a few steps forward.
Then he suddenly stopped.
His back melted into the moonlight, with bluestone slabs under his feet and a red lantern above his head.
“I’m coming…”
He spoke in a low, hoarse voice, but stopped talking after saying only two words.
The head turned slightly, revealing a little bit of the profile. It was hard to make out in the darkness.
"...Would you like to come to my house for a cup of tea?"
He said it in full.
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