(Four)
The next day, I took my DSLR and fixed the dilapidated ancestral house, the chickens and dogs in the village, the weed-covered vegetable field behind the ancestral house, and of course the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in front of the door.
In addition to the recent week of the ancestral house, I also went deeper into the woods to shoot, just to relax. She also accompanied me all the way... It reminded me of Yu Dafu's novel "Chi Osmanthus fragrans".
On the winding path, she kicked the pebbles beside me and asked me, "Will you come back after you left? Is it because you are not coming back either?"
"Maybe."
Of course. Who would want to stay in this small village where cars cannot drive in, there is no signal, and it is almost isolated from the outside world? After my father made a fortune in the 1980s, he dragged the family along and brought my mother and grandparents into the big cities to live. Even my uncle and uncle gradually gained financial strength and left the ancestral house one after another. The ancestral house has long been deserted. I have never been to this ancestral house once. My impression of the ancestral house is only the murmurs of my grandparents. But because they are getting older, they can't bear the hard work of trekking through mountains and rivers. When they go back to their ancestral house to have a look, the idea of worshiping their ancestors is delayed year after year.
Today, there are only a few families in this village, probably not even five. The people who live here are all elderly people. Although there are one or two middle-aged people, they all go out of the county to work and move bricks during the day, and occasionally come back to live in the evening for a day or two. I'm afraid that in a few years, after all the old people in the village have passed away one after another, the village will really become a deserted village, with no one left, only the singing of birds. No, I'm afraid, even the birds don't want to come.
"If I had wings, I would also want to escape. It's so deserted and lonely here..." She lowered her head and stood still.
Yes, even demons feel lonely, let alone the old people who live here
I still remember when I came to the village on the first day, when I asked directions like an old woman sitting on a small bench outside the door basking in the sun, and when I stuffed money into her hands, she smiled brightly—maybe It's been a long time since I saw people from other villages come in.
On the morning of the third day, I packed my luggage and set off to the county seat to take the only bus to the larger prefecture-level city to take the train, and then I went back to the city after going through many twists and turns.
Early in the morning, I hastily ate the biscuits with enough weight, then put my luggage on my back and stepped out.
I looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, but she didn't show up. Yesterday she accompanied me all the way around the surrounding mountains and forests, and she never came to look for me after nightfall.
Are you reluctant too
"Goodbye." I said a word into the air. I don't know who I'm talking to, maybe it's to her, the cute little flower demon, or maybe it's to this ancient village that will eventually sink and be buried in the smoke trail of history.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and adjusted my mood. When I opened my eyes again and was about to set off, a breeze blew, and the air was filled with a quiet fragrance, and the tiny petals of the sweet-scented osmanthus were blown away. One flower was slowly falling on my palm.
I turned around and looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree outside the door, and repeated: "Goodbye."
(five)
After the torment of the long-distance travel, after returning to the company, the whole person was depressed. But looking at the withered sweet-scented osmanthus flower on the desk, I seem to still be able to remember her face, her laughter, and that quiet ancient village...
For some reason, my brain suddenly opened up—it took me a whole day to put a preliminary
The game design proposal is written.
This game is a strategy game - the protagonist plays the role of a historian and visits great rivers and mountains in China, where he meets different monsters, good or bad, and saves the declining ancient villages.
I submitted the plan, the boss looked at it for a few minutes, and made a meaningful "um—" sound, then nodded and said: "The idea is very good, but I want to see a more detailed plan."
I took back the plan and said that I would do it seriously. The boss nodded appreciatively.
After I took back the plan, I sat in front of the computer and conceived. Before I knew it, my thoughts drifted to the ancestral house again. All day today, my mother sent me a message urging me to contact the buyer to confirm the price and sell it. It doesn’t matter if it’s lower, anyway, it’s a waste to keep the house there. It’s better to sell it for future generations. The same is true of the father.
However, when my grandparents were alive, they said more than once, "It would be great if I could go back to the village..." But they never went back after all, and looked at the ancestral house that carried the ancestors for generations.
There must be thousands of ancient villages like this in China today, because of urbanization, modernization, and industrialization, they are being pushed closer to the cliff of decline step by step. In another ten years, there may be no ancient villages on the land of China. Even if they are just villages where ordinary people lived for generations, without the legendary experience of emperors and generals, they still have their own charm...
Some people say that after the liberation, it was stipulated that there would be no ghosts, ghosts, and snakes. Now, the monsters that used to exist in Shan Hai Jing really don't exist anymore... I was so lucky to meet her.
However, she will also disappear... It is better to wither like this than to be lonely, and not remember anything...
That being the case, I will complete my game plan well, and when the game is successfully produced and becomes popular all over China, then maybe young people will pay more attention to ancient villages!
I texted my mother back—"Mom, our ancestral home is worthless and can't be sold. You'll be happier when I make the game."
(six)
"Today's exchange meeting is to celebrate the launch of the new mobile game "Gucun Notes"! Let us invite the big BOOS behind the development of this game!" Amidst a burst of noise, I made my debut.
The fans below are all shouting my name, and the host praised my mobile game as the Chinese version of Onmyoji, no, it is way beyond the trend.
I laughed happily, thanking her from the bottom of my heart.
But, suddenly, my head was dizzy!
Then it was pitch black!
(seven)
When I open my eyes again...
I was lying in bed, what was in front of me was not the scene of the game conference, but my living room.
"Are you dreaming of me again?" A charming female voice drifted into my ears. I turned my head and saw that it was Xu Yale who was wearing a topless pajamas, lying on my side, looking at me with blinking eyes.
I lowered my head a little and could see her plump………………………………………………………………………………
I was so surprised that I jumped up and jumped to the other side of the bed: "Don't talk, just put on your clothes properly!"
"You are too innocent..." Although Xu Yale said so, she still put on her clothes obediently.
In a sense, she is also a savage girlfriend who is very docile to her boyfriend.
"Hey—was what I just had a dream? It feels so real..."
"Could it be that Xu Yale's previous life was that little demon?"
Xu Yale came over to me and asked, "What are you mumbling about?"
"No, say you might be a monster..."
Xu Yale raised her fist and punched me: "What are you talking about!? Are you courting death?"
After thinking about it in a blink of an eye, I immediately changed my words and said, "No, say you're a tormenting goblin."
Is this Ma Shangqian still saying this kind of flirting? Xu Yale, who has experienced infinite love, also lowered her head unconsciously, feeling shy...
“………………………”
Then there was an embarrassing silence between the two.
The worst fear is the sudden silence of the air.
"What are you talking about..."
"I have no idea… "
“…………………………”
Again there was silence.
"You said something, the readers are going to run away..."
"Ah, um..." I thought for a while, and could only say, "I don't know where Zhang Heng and Gu Zhun went..."
So, Xu Yale raised his fist and punched me again.
She said I had no sense, papaya head.
I touched my head and probably knew it.
So I kissed Xu Yale, of course I only dared to kiss the face... That kind of deep kiss or something... Usually Xu Yale took the initiative to come over, and then it was just a slap, I thought Xu Yale would let me go... As a result, Xu Yale actually moved to my mouth after slurping, poked his tongue in, and manipulated me violently.
After the whole audience, it seemed that I was the only big man there, "Uh-huh-"
After it was over, I was embarrassed, you know
In the end, Xu Yale actually told me: "If you and Gu Zhun become married, you will be like this too."
I wanted to say, how do you know that I must be the one below? But how can this kind of question be exported? Doesn't this mean that he and Gu Zhun are still inseparable? So I replied, "Where did you see that?"
So Xu Yale analyzed the situation with me very seriously - "First of all, you are under Gu Zhun, and I am above Gu Zhun, so you are under me."
"Ah..." He was very confident and speechless.
I got out of bed, pushed Xu Yale down on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.
Dear readers, do you think that I want to show you a good show? My setting is a warm man, who is generally not easy to make a move.
So I just gave Xu Yale a shallow sip, and planned to get up and make a cup of coffee for her on this leisurely weekend. In the end, Xu Yale turned against the guest and threw herself at me for another deep kiss!
Where is this innocent and pure sweet-scented osmanthus demon in the dream! This has been upgraded to a Peach Blossom Demon!
I blushed and my heart beat, and my feet were still trembling after the deep kiss was over. Xu Yale laughed at me for being too weak, I only laughed at her for being too domineering...
Xu Yale waved me to make breakfast: "I'm hungry."
"Yes yes yes, my majesty the queen." Also, the sweet-scented osmanthus witch who is not what she looks like.
(end of this chapter)