pearl
The old woman spoke in a mysterious tone, saying that the source of the river in their section was the sea.
Wang Shuitao was a little confused. Wasn't this backwards? Shouldn't the destination be the sea?
The old woman continued, saying that once a day, the direction of the water flow would reverse.
However, the time is uncertain; it could be in the morning, noon, evening, or even late at night, and it would be delayed by about an hour each day.
Wang Shuitao finally understood. This extracurricular geography knowledge had been mentioned by the teacher during class, in the first period of the afternoon.
The students were all drowsy, and the teacher spoke in order to attract their attention, whose eyelids were drooping.
The knowledge from textbooks is mostly forgotten after the college entrance examination, but this kind of knowledge is remembered very well.
The old lady was probably referring to the tidal river.
Due to the influence of tides, seawater flows back during high tide, and the downstream water flow direction may be temporarily reversed.
As for the old lady saying "upstream," she must have misunderstood, since people often refer to the ocean as the source.
The stories in my ears continue. In that section of the Pearl River, even during the calm season, you can still see some lively seafood.
During the dry season, when the riverbed is exposed, you can find quite a few seashells.
The outer layer, covered in mud and grayish, is worn away, while the inner, colorful layer is often used to make jewelry.
Hanging on their heads and bodies, reflecting the girls' sun-tanned tan skin, it was a natural and simple beauty.
The pearl in this place is probably just a pearl that was washed ashore because of the exceptionally heavy and prolonged rain that year.
The local woman pursed her lips, clearly not believing it.
What kind of sea pearl can make the sun rise again just by lifting it up? Even the ocean can't explain that.
She just didn't want to talk about feudal superstition right now, so she didn't refute it.
Wang Shuitao seemed thoughtful; she had seen similar situations online before.
China's five thousand years of history is nothing more than repeating the same story.
The floods caused by torrential rains swept away the lives of ordinary people on both sides of the riverbank, but amidst the despair and cries of anguish, a glimmer of hope also lingered.
By the time we got back to the sugar factory, it was time for an after-dinner stroll and chat.
But today was strange; Wang Shuitao saw a group of people gathered together, discussing something.
Meng Songying frowned slightly, listening as well.
On the exposed half of her face, the scars had almost healed, and a little bit of pink could still be seen if you looked closely.
It's about three centimeters long, about the thickness of a hair.
Instead of conjuring up images of gruesome, twisted flesh, they possess a unique and endearing charm.
As for iodine solution and gauze, they are no longer needed.
When Wang Shuitao walked behind him, Meng Songying seemed to have a telepathic connection and turned around as well.
The two looked at each other for a moment, then quickly looked away and left the crowd.
Upon reaching the other side, they stopped in unison, with a meter's distance between them.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, a sudden melancholy about the impermanence of life welled up in Wang Shuitao's heart.
The story of Zhu Nujiang still echoed in my ears.
Ordinary people are always powerless in the face of global turmoil.
It's as if she inexplicably ended up here.
Given China's population size, there are probably tens of thousands of other people who gave the TV series a bad review at the same time as her, and who also share the same name as a character in the show.
Unfortunately, she was the only one who encountered such a thing.
Is there another pearl waiting for her to pick up here?
Wang Shuitao had little hope for this, and then she thought of her twin nephews and nieces.
She had long since given up hope for her parents here, but her gentle and shy sister-in-law, who had always been very kind to her, suddenly revealed a rotten side to her.
It was somewhat difficult for her to accept, even though she had tried her best to restrain herself at home and maintained a friendly attitude while patiently persuading her sister-in-law.
She understood that Sun Miaosheng, living in that era and with that kind of family environment, probably received a similar education from a young age.
It's normal to have different or incorrect ideas from others.
But I still feel somewhat apprehensive.
Wang Shuitao discovered that she was very ruthless towards Qian Lijuan and Wang Datong when she started fighting.
But she seemed to have higher expectations of Sun Miao, this relative with no blood relation.
Is this correct?
She didn't know why, and although she wanted to run into her grandmother's arms as before and ask her, she couldn't.
As I faced Meng Songying, looking at each other, the fear I had felt all along finally turned into resentment.
She realized what she was afraid of: the kind of people she had always thought were on the same wavelength might not even exist in this era.
"You're back?"
But Meng Songying simply stated this.
It seemed the two of them had stepped outside the crowd just to exchange a single word.
Wang Shuitao took long, deep breaths, trying to suppress her turbulent emotions.
No one noticed that Meng Songying's voice had changed again.
Except for a few days after our second meeting when his voice remained low, his voice was always very clear.
If Wang Shuitao were to describe it, it might feel like the dewdrops on flower petals falling onto leaves in the early morning.
Now, for some reason, it has been lowered slightly again.
It is very soft, like willow catkins.
Wang Shuitao reached out and rubbed her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Meng Songying's voice drifted into my ears.
Wang Shuitao shook her head, her face showing no sign of distress as she lowered her hand. She rubbed her ears and said, "It seems like some willow catkins got into my eyes and ears too."
Then he shook his head, hoping to shake off the willow catkins, and asked, "What happened? Why are you all gathered together?"
Meng Songying's head moved along with Wang Shuitao's as she said, "There's a thief in the next county, and the police are arresting him."
Wang Shuitao stopped moving, tilted her head back, and asked, "The next county? When did this happen? Did it get over here so quickly? Who told you?"
A barrage of questions came out of her mouth like a machine gun.
Meng Songying was very patient and answered each question one by one.
"Yes, the next county."
"The rumors didn't specify the exact time of the theft, so we don't know if the rumors spread quickly, but the factory started discussing it extensively this afternoon."
"We can't find the first person who said it."
He tilted his head slightly, then quickly turned back, politely placing his gaze on Peach's nose, and said, "To be precise, no one is looking for the first person to speak."
Wang Shuitao blinked, and as Meng Songying spoke, her mood improved considerably.
Tonight, Engineer Meng didn't hold back his saliva at all.
It seems everything is very abnormal. Perhaps things will return to normal tomorrow, and she won't be so melancholic then.
She wanted to go back to sleep.
Although she still had many questions to ask, she wanted to get some rest early tonight.
For the next eight hours, I'll only care about myself.
After saying goodbye to Taozi, Meng Songying did not turn around and leave, her gaze following the dejected figure until it disappeared from sight.
It's hard not to worry if someone who is always lively and full of energy suddenly becomes depressed.
But having been taciturn for so long, I couldn't comfort her properly.
When Meng Songying returned home, there was a wooden box on the table, which looked similar to a candy gift box, except that it was not decorated with carvings.
He hesitated for a moment, then picked up the wooden box and went out of the house again.
After a few short steps, as the houses grew smaller and smaller, Wang Shuitao arrived at her dormitory.
After a gentle knock, there was a rustling sound inside, indicating that someone was approaching.
When the sound of the gate being pulled open came out, Meng Songying almost had the urge to just leave the wooden box at the door and run away immediately.
But in the end, he remained rooted to the spot, not moving an inch.
Since we're already here...
He wouldn't leave until he saw whether Peach's eyes and nose had turned red.
The imagined scene made Meng Songying feel somewhat distressed.
The metal hinges at the joints of the wooden door emitted a sound that seemed deafening.
The door opened.
Wang Shuitao looked at Meng Gong, who was as stiff yet supple as a wax figure, and remained silent for a moment.
I glanced at the somewhat miniature wooden box resting in my large palm.
She took it and tentatively asked, "For me?"
Seeing that Meng Songying neither nodded nor denied it.
Wang Shuitao had no choice but to open it very slowly, her eyes fixed on the man who stood there like a pillar.
I was prepared to close it and return it to him immediately if he said no.
The box has been opened to its limit.
Both pairs of eyes turned to the wooden box at the same time.
The crystal-clear candies shimmered under the moonlight.
It's a small, pink peach.
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