Chapter 47
The minibus drove along the asphalt road. The tall buildings reflected outside the window gradually became smaller and smaller, turning into flat buildings and farmland. Further ahead, when the vast blue water came into view, Zhang Jusong sat up straight.
A long bridge is embraced by the sea, with white wind turbines standing one after another, and the impellers turning in the sea breeze.
The ocean remains the same.
She looked at Xia Zhiheng beside her in doubt and asked, "Why do you want to bring me here?"
Xia Zhiheng held her hand tightly and replied, "I wanted to take you out to relax. My friend recommended this place to you. Why, you don't like it?"
He didn't look like he was lying, so Zhang Jusong lowered his eyes.
"No," she paused, almost laughing and sighing, "I like it very much."
At the end of the land is the pier ferry center. After getting off the bus, most of the people coming and going are locals, but not many tourists, so I bought the ferry ticket quickly.
It was a medium-sized boat with three floors. The waterproof layer was painted green with a hint of rust, and the cabin was white. Today the sea breeze was not very strong, and the waves were gentle. Zhang Jusong simply walked out of the cabin and leaned against the railing to look at the sea.
Xia Zhiheng followed her closely, without saying a word, and accompanied her quietly.
All that could be heard was the humming sound of the boat's engine, drowning out even the sound of the waves.
Until the vibration of the mobile phone in Zhang Jusong's pocket broke the single frequency.
I took it out and saw that it was my uncle calling.
She glanced at the sea with white foam between the railings, and worried that her phone would fall into the sea, so she took two steps back and answered the call without subconsciously avoiding it and finding a quiet place as she had done before.
"Hey, uncle——"
"It's grandma! Orange!"
My grandmother's voice rang in my ears. She had poor hearing, so she spoke loudly.
Zhang Jusong also raised his voice and shouted "Grandma".
Grandma asked: "Are you happy today?"
Zhang Jusong blinked: "Not bad."
"That's not good." Grandma made a decisive conclusion.
She was a little embarrassed. Reporting good news but not bad news has always been her strategy since she entered college. However, it has become a hot topic. I think her family members on Earth should have heard about it.
It’s so annoying. She’s causing trouble for the family again, isn’t she?
"I'm sorry, I..." She hesitated and decided to change her appeasement policy, "I skipped school and went to the beach."
"That's great!" Grandma laughed. "I was worried that you would hide in your bed and cry."
"No way!"
"No, no," said the grandmother. "You went alone? Where is he?"
Zhang Jusong looked sideways at Xia Zhiheng. Hmm, it didn't seem appropriate to introduce him to his family at this time.
"Don't worry, I'm with my classmates."
As soon as these words came out, Xia Zhiheng, who was leaning against the railing, drooped his eyebrows, and even his eyes seemed to dim.
...feeling a little guilty.
She couldn't bear it, so she switched to her left hand to answer the phone, and quietly pulled his hand with her right hand, trying to stroke his fur.
Who would have thought that after Xia Zhiheng held her hand, he actually leaned over and bit her ring finger!
"Ah!" She couldn't help but exclaim.
The grandmother on the other end of the phone asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, it's just..." She glared at the culprit, who was still smiling! Damn it. "It just feels like a mosquito bite."
Grandma: "There are still mosquitoes in winter?"
Zhang Jusong snorted, "Yeah, mosquitoes are too cunning nowadays. Well, I'm going to Sinan Island."
There was silence on the other end of the line, and then my grandmother's voice rang out as if nothing had happened, "Sinan Island is great, so you can have a good time for two days and relax. At school, if you need anything, just say that your grandmother is sick and you need to go see her. I'll ask someone to get a medical record from the hospital and give it to your teacher. Haha, it's exciting to think about it. I've never done this before."
Grandma's relaxed attitude infected Zhang Jusong, and she laughed along.
Enough of laughing. Grandma said slowly: "Don't think I'm nagging. Just listen to the nonsense of outsiders. They don't even know you. What can they say?"
As she spoke, grandma sighed, "You will never hear enough of these empty words as long as you live. You have to know in your heart what is good and what is bad, what is right and what is wrong. It is not up to them to decide, but you to decide!"
"As for you, you are more like your mother and your grandfather. Your personality is more... more..." Grandma was a little stuck for a moment, as if she was looking for a more appropriate word.
Zhang Jusong tentatively added, "More sensitive?"
"Yes," said the grandmother, "I am quite thoughtful."
Zhang Jusong sighed: "It would be great if I could inherit my grandmother's personality, not like now, I'm too sensitive."
"You're saying weird things again. There's nothing wrong with being like your grandpa and mom."
Grandma smiled softly and said, "If you weren't like that, you wouldn't be able to feel some of the smallest emotions so clearly."
She recalled her youth, when her grandmother was a lively girl in the village, and her grandfather was an educated youth sent down from the big city, a gentle and gentle man wearing glasses. The day after he arrived, the girls from the neighboring villages took the long way around, carrying basins and running to the pond in front of the house where the educated youth lived, and lined up to wash clothes.
This was the first time Zhang Jusong had heard such a story, and it was very fresh. She smiled and said, "Wow, that's really what grandma is capable of."
Grandma also laughed: "Of course, and your grandpa has a good eye. When I was young, matchmakers came knocking on my door!"
"Then why did you choose him?"
"First of all, of course he is good-looking!" Grandma said confidently, "Don't laugh, I didn't expect him to be good-looking at that time, how can you be so good-looking now?"
Zhang Jusong still smiled, and while smiling she glanced at Xia Zhiheng who was holding her hand tightly.
The boy has the endless blue sky above his head and the endless blue sea at his back, like a painting inlaid in a Rococo golden frame.
Yeah, it looks really good.
The two laughed for a while, and the grandmother cleared her throat and said, "Also, I still remember that one time during the busy farming season, everyone was so tired that they just lay there and refused to move. He pushed aside the waist-high weeds on the edge of the field and asked me to look at a small blue flower. He said he found it when he was pulling grass for the pigs just now. Hahahaha."
"He is very sensitive to emotions. He knows whether I am happy or angry when I raise my eyebrows. There was a movie at the village entrance, and that tall guy cried while watching the movie. Others laughed at him and he was embarrassed, but I thought he was cute. A person who can cry for irrelevant people or things is definitely not a bad person."
"Later, I read a book and found a phrase that fits him very well: 'innocent heart.'"
"You are the same. You have an exceptionally keen sense of worldly affairs. This is your strength, so you are kind, honest, and compassionate. Not everyone has the ability to 'know the whole world's autumn from a single fallen leaf'."
"But this can also be your weakness."
Grandma said patiently, "Because you are very sensitive, every word from others has a great impact on you. You have heard the fable of the father and son riding a donkey since you were a child. If you are not careful, you will become like that."
Zhang Jusong was silent for a while and asked, "Then what should I do?"
"Don't ask me," Grandma said. "Ask yourself."
"Ju Song, you have to establish your own standards for judging yourself. It's not the ones generally recognized by the outside world, such as how much money you make to be successful or how beautiful you are to be loved. Whether you are good or bad, only you can decide."
After hanging up the phone, her eyes looked a little confused.
Xia Zhiheng exerted force on his hands and held her in his arms.
The warmth of the embrace made her relax a little, but she was still thinking about what her grandmother had just said.
The boat sailed on the sea, breaking through a line of white waves. The sea breeze blew through her hair.
Does the wind know its direction?
The wind is silent and the sea is speechless.
The sunlight generously illuminates the coastline of Sinan Island, the reefs covered with algae, and the sea that suddenly darkens due to a cloud.
Summer has passed, which is not the best season for Sinan Island.
But because of this, what Zhang Jusong and Xia Zhiheng encountered was a tranquil sea.
Without the hustle and bustle of the crowds, the Dongya Scenic Area is completely surrounded by the sound of the waves. The road is built along the cliff, with stones on one side and the sea on the other.
Zhang Jusong didn't look at the guide map, nor did she stop to take pictures, she just kept walking. Passing by a patch of bare trees, she suddenly stopped and said to Xia Zhiheng, "It's a pity that this is not the right time, otherwise, these peach blossoms would be very beautiful."
She stared at the branch for a while, slightly absent-minded.
"Have you been here before?" Xia Zhiheng asked.
She raised her eyes, pursed her lips, and said without comment, "I'm a little thirsty, can you buy me a bottle of water?"
Five minutes ago they passed a tourist rest area where there was a small shop. The owner sold goods and fished at the same time, which was very impressive.
Xia Zhiheng did not refuse this obvious reason to send people away. He just reminded her, "Sister, you stay here for a while. Don't leave."
"good."
Zhang Jusong climbed up the stairs and stopped in front of the highest step. He sat down directly without caring about the dirty stone steps.
Xia Zhiheng's back gradually faded away, leaving only the waves to accompany her.
She bent her knees and curled herself into a small ball, a familiar posture that brought her some comfort.
As Xia Zhiheng asked just now, she had indeed been to Sinan Island with her mother.
That was... my last trip with my mom.
My mother had been ill for a long time. Now that she was feeling better, I took advantage of the holiday to accompany her to visit Sinan Island.
The same place, the same waves, and peach blossoms all over the cliffs.
In the sea of people, her mother held her hand and said, "There are so many people here, don't get separated from me."
"No, I'm not a child."
Her mother looked at her and smiled, with the usual hint of joy that a mother always shows when she looks at her child.
"Yes, my little orange has grown up."
At that time, I was looking forward to growing up and not being treated as a child. Now that I have really reached the age of "growing up", I feel panic and confusion.
She buried her face in her knees and pretended her mother was still there, sitting next to her.
The gaze of her mother looking at her should be as warm as ever, right? What would she say? Would she criticize her? Or give her unconditional praise?
Or will you be like grandma and not say anything and let her figure it out on her own?
It's so annoying, with so many troubles and questions, but the only one who can clear the fog is herself, and only her.
Tears fell silently.
I cried for an unknown amount of time when I suddenly heard a familiar voice calling me.
"elder sister?"
She raised her head with tearful eyes, looked towards the source of the voice, and was stunned.
With his back to the blue sea, Xia Zhiheng held a plastic bag in one hand and an ice cream in the other.
Maybe because of the journey and time, the ice cream was a little melted and shaky.
He took two steps forward, his eyes full of worry: "Are you tired of crying? Have some ice cream first."
Zhang Jusong stared at the ice cream and suddenly broke into a smile.
The smile of pear blossoms in the rain was so beautiful and vivid that it made Xia Zhiheng's heartbeat pause.
She took the ice cream from him, took a bite, and hooked her finger at him.
Is there something you want to say to him? Xia Zhiheng obediently moved closer -
The next second, he got a kiss that tasted like vanilla ice cream.
Ice cream is sweet, tears are salty, and she is brilliant.
In the instant when a dragonfly touched the water, she leaned her face back slightly, but the tip of her nose touched his tenderness.
"Xia Zhiheng."
"I am here."
"Xia Zhiheng," she murmured, "Can you, worship me forever?"
She put her arms around his neck and held her breath, waiting for his response.
Xia Zhiheng was silent for a second, said nothing, held her face and kissed her back deeply.
The cool sea breeze tangled her and his hair. At this moment, she knew that she had a long summer that would never fade.
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