peach beauty

As soon as Cheng Wanqiu got off the train, she received a WeChat message from her aunt who had only added it before returning to China.

Aunt: [Late Autumn, I’m aunt, just call this number when you arrive at the train station, someone will take you directly to the gate of the village, just call him Uncle Wang, he is your father’s friend. ]

Cheng Wanqiu replied hello, and then replied that he had arrived at the train station.

My aunt quickly replied: [OK, be careful on the road. ]

Cheng Wanqiu thought about it, and decided to go out and call again, so she put away her phone, carried her bag and luggage, and walked through the busy train station hall.

It's summer now, and the air conditioner in the train station in Taolin Town is turned on, so you don't feel much when you're inside, but as soon as you walk out, the scorching heat waves hit your face immediately.

All kinds of noises followed, such as car horns, bus engines, and uncles parked outside the train station in tricycles, with tanned skin, yelling hard at soliciting passengers to get on the bus.

Basically, as soon as someone comes out of the train station, these uncles and uncles in shirts and shirts start to shout at the top of their voices.

Cheng Wanqiu stood at the same spot, looked around, and was about to take out his mobile phone to call the number sent by his aunt, when suddenly a middle-aged man wearing a straw hat, white vest, and tanned skin stretched out his hand and grabbed Cheng Wanqiu wrist.

Cheng Wanqiu was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw a middle-aged man with a reddened face looking at him in shock, "You look so much like A Yan, it's his son at first glance."

Cheng Wanqiu came back to his senses. First of all, Ayan should be calling his father Cheng Yan, and then he thought that Uncle Wang, whom his aunt had told him on WeChat just now, was his father's friend. Soon he realized who the emotional man in front of him was. up.

"Uncle Wang?"

"Hey! I'm your Uncle Wang!" Uncle Wang raised his hand and patted Cheng Wanqiu's arm vigorously, "You've grown up so much! I hugged you when you were young, and drank your full moon wine. You've changed diapers, never thought..."

Uncle Wang's eyes were red as he spoke, and he choked up and said, "Unexpectedly...your father went so far back then and came back...it was you who brought his ashes back to the hometown..."

Speaking of his father who had passed away for several months, Cheng Wanqiu felt a little heavy in his heart. He comforted Lin Bo in a low voice, "My father didn't suffer much when he left. He just hoped that his ashes could return to the motherland after his death. So I brought him back."

Uncle Wang raised his wrist to wipe his tears, "Okay, it's good to be back, it's good to be back, your grandma is always talking about you, go, I'll take you to see your grandma."

Cheng Wanqiu nodded with a smile, Uncle Wang reached out to help him with his luggage, but he turned him down, "Uncle Wang, it's not heavy, I'll do it myself."

"Okay, okay, my car is not far away, just walk to the side of the road."

Cheng Wanqiu carried her luggage and followed Uncle Wang. When she got to the side of the road, she saw a red tricycle for cargo. Behind the seat of the tricycle was a large umbrella for sunshade, and a small bench under the umbrella.

Uncle Wang helped Cheng Wanqiu carry the luggage onto the tricycle. Cheng Wanqiu hugged the backpack he carried or carried all the way, sat on the small bench, and waited for Uncle Wang to start the tricycle. The train station gradually became too far away to be seen.

Taolin Town is a small town with a long history. It got its name because of several large peach forests. It is said that it was called this name in the Qing Dynasty.

The town is not too small, with a large resident population, a train station, and a lot of infrastructure in the town, making it a good place to retire.

Cheng Wanqiu came here when he was very young, but he can’t remember clearly. When he was about to go to kindergarten, his parents divorced and he followed his father. Before finishing the kindergarten, he followed his father who had to go to Canada because of work. We traveled across the ocean together and lived in foreign countries for many years.

Until his father Cheng Yan passed away from advanced liver cancer a few months ago. Before he died, he kept thinking about going home. After Cheng Wanqiu finished everything, he carried Cheng Yan's ashes on his back and took his luggage on the plane back home. And here it is.

Uncle Wang's tricycle drove very steadily, with almost no bumps along the way.

Cheng Wanqiu sat with his back to him, watching the scenery on both sides change from various residential buildings to green mountains and green waters along the way.

The hustle and bustle of the town gradually faded away, replaced by seemingly endless farmland and peach groves all over the mountains and plains.

Summer is the season of peaches. Although it is the end of summer, you can still see the pink fruits hanging on the peach trees, which are very beautiful.

Uncle Wang pointed to the village not far away, and in order not to be overwhelmed by the sound of the tricycle engine, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Xiaoqiu! Look! That's Taoyuan Village! The place where your father was born and raised! "

Cheng Wanqiu looked back with her backpack in her arms, and saw a village surrounded by peach forests, located by a blue lake.

There are many trees taller than the houses in the village, which are lush and beautiful like the pictures in the movies.

The tricycle drove along the road at the foot of the mountain, turned off the engine when it reached the entrance of the village, left the tricycle at the entrance of the village, and led Cheng Wanqiu to get out of the car and walk towards the gate of the village.

Cheng Wanqiu walked behind Uncle Wang and looked around curiously. The entrance of Taoyuan Village was very clean, and it didn't look like a rural place at all. On the side of Taozi's person, there are several lines of small letters carved with hairpin flowers, which roughly describe the history of the village.

There are two big banyan trees on the left and right sides of the semicircular stone wall. Under the banyan trees sits an old man enjoying the shade. One of them is holding a cattail fan in his hand, and fanning it repeatedly while sitting on a small bench.

Seeing new faces appearing in the village, the old people enjoying the shade under the tree all looked at Cheng Wanqiu curiously. Cheng Wanqiu didn't know them, so when they met their eyes, he nodded slightly as a greeting.

Uncle Wang led him on a quick walk all the way, and stopped suddenly at a crossroads, let out a yo, and said to Cheng Wanqiu: "Xiaoqiu, wait here for me, I'll go back and get some for your grandma. thing."

Cheng Wanqiu nodded, stood still and watched Uncle Wang run all the way to the left path, and soon disappeared.

Cheng Wanqiu found a shady place where the sun could not be exposed to the sun and stood waiting for Uncle Wang. He hadn't expected that the environmental conditions in Taoyuan Village were so good, and all the mental construction he had done on the way here was useless. The roads in the village were so clean that they were a little dirty. Can't see it.

He lowered his head and was staring at his shoes in a daze, thinking about what to say when he saw grandma for a while, when suddenly there was a sound of frolicking and pattering footsteps.

Cheng Wanqiu walked aside curiously, followed the sound, and saw a few four- and five-year-old children with small arms and legs running over laughingly, as if something was chasing them.

After the group of children ran past him, he immediately heard the cry of the child, which was very loud. When he heard it, he was crying at the top of his throat. This kind of crying is usually louder with thunder and less rain.

Cheng Wanqiu thought for a while, feeling a little uneasy, carrying her luggage, she walked towards the direction where the children ran just now. When she reached the end of the path, she turned the corner, and the crying sound was on the left side.

Cheng Wanqiu looked around, and saw a man in a black T-shirt with light pink hair dyed his back facing him. He was putting a crying child on the crooked neck tree, holding his hands firmly. Watch the kid so he doesn't fall.

The back looked particularly slender, like a girl, and the exposed skin was dazzlingly white in the sun.

Cheng Wanqiu heard the person whose back was turned to him say to the crying child in a cold voice: "What's there for you to cry? Aren't you very powerful when you scolded people just now?"

The little boy who was caught by him and placed on the tree with crooked neck did not dare to move. He blushed and his neck was thick from crying, and he cried so hard that there were no tears on his face.

The voice of the pink-haired young man was clear and pleasant, like a mountain stream, with a bit of coolness. When he spoke in a cold voice, it made people feel that the heat of summer had dissipated.

"Still crying? You call me a peach essence, do you see me crying?"

Peach Essence was probably the nickname those kids gave this pink-haired young man just now.

I don't know why, maybe it's because I saw a lot of peaches on the way here, of course, the most likely reason is that the nickname of this peach spirit is too suitable for this pink-haired young man, so Cheng Wanqiu was stunned when he heard it , and then couldn't hold back a burst of laughter.

In the next second, the young man with pink hair suddenly turned his head when he heard the laughter.

Under the sun, an overly delicate and gorgeous face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost and snow, and the slightly slender eye ends drew a sullen arc, which embellished his already beautiful facial features with a different woman's brilliance.

He stared at Cheng Wanqiu coldly, "What are you laughing at?"