"After I got on the boat, I discovered that besides the old man who had invited me to take shelter from the rain, there was also a young girl on the boat."
"The girl is cooking, a pot of fish is cooked, and the wine is warming next to it."
"According to the old man, the girl is his niece. She was an orphan since she was a child. She was a miserable person. She was originally married, but the man left in less than a year, and the girl was also kicked out by her husband's family. Now the father and his wife depend on each other. Making a living by fishing in a boat.”
"The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and I really couldn't leave. The fish was ripe and the wine was warm. The old man invited me to drink two cups together, so I accepted."
"The wine I was drinking at that time was a local wine called Xinghua Niang in Suzhou. I didn't feel anything wrong with the wine at first when it went into my throat. But as it went on, it became more and more powerful. I felt dizzy, so the old man asked me to drink it. Let’s take a nap in the cabin, and it won’t be too late to leave after the rain stops.”
"Then, then..."
Zuo Junmo blushed and was really embarrassed to tell his mother these things.
"Mom is someone who has been here before. There's nothing you shouldn't hear. Just keep talking!" Mrs. Zuo gave a light drink and urged.
Zuo Junmo then braced himself and continued: "I don't know what happened that day. I just confusedly got out of line with that fisherman girl..."
There were some things he really couldn't say to his mother. It was true that he was drunk that night, but even though he was drunk, he never lost his vigilance and remaining sanity. Otherwise, he would have been tricked by others after so many years of wandering outside. .
That night, even though it was the fisherman who recommended himself to the pillow first, if it weren't for the fact that she had a voice that was very similar to someone else's, he would definitely not take advantage of the drunkenness to make mistakes and let himself go wild!
That night, on the surface of the Suzhou River, violent storms battered the awning boat, and inside the cabin, there was also a violent storm.
When they were entangled together, he called her name 'Qing'er', and also made her call his name over and over again: Jun Mo...
That night, he deceived himself and had a dream that deceived himself and others...
It's dawn, the rain has stopped, the wine has gone, and I wake up from my dreams...
Looking at the disheveled fisherman girl next to him, he left a piece of silver and ran away in panic.
A romantic couple, from beginning to end he didn't even see clearly what she looked like...
Hearing this, Mrs. Zuo was stunned, "Wine is really not a good thing, but wine is also a good thing."
A man like Jun Mo, who has no alcohol and is as calm as he is, is clean and self-sufficient and will definitely not cause such a thing as having a son.
"Jun Mo, go on, what happened next? Did you go back to find the fisherman girl? How did you find out that she was pregnant?" Mrs. Zuo asked.
Zuo Junmo thought about it for a moment and said, "I have no feelings for her, and I already hate the kind of woman who recommends herself as a pillow. Leaving a silver coin is enough for the two of them to live in peace for half a year."
"I went there again for business the second year. I happened to be invited by a few friends to go boating on the river. I accidentally saw a fishing boat floating towards me. The old man holding the boat was the old man who invited me to take shelter from the rain that night. A gust of wind passed by. I saw The curtain hanging over the cabin floated up, and a young woman inside was leaning sideways to feed her child."
"I thought I had seen it wrong, but at this moment the cry of a child came from inside..."
"Then can you go in and find out?" Mrs. Zuo asked again.
Zuo Junmo shook his head, "I don't, I don't dare, and I don't want to."
"You, you, you..." Mrs. Zuo rolled her eyes in anger.
But when I think about it, the child born to a woman like that who can recommend herself to be a pillow must be Jun Mo's?
Thinking of this, Mrs. Zuo suddenly became vigilant: "Since you didn't go to find out, maybe that child is not yours!"
Zuo Junmo nodded firmly this time: "Although I didn't go to investigate personally, I sent people to inquire in private, from the doctor who took the woman's pulse, to the Wen Po who delivered the baby, as well as from the surrounding fishing boats. I have heard a lot from people who are familiar with them, and the child should be mine, and it matches the time when I appeared."
"Then why didn't you take it back? Or didn't you want it?" Mrs. Zuo was very puzzled.
Since it is your own bloodline, you should take it back to recognize your ancestors and educate them well. How can you float on the boat?
But Zuo Junmo obviously didn't think so.
"I also found out that since the fisherman's family divorced her, she has lost all hope and does not want to marry again. Her uncle was worried that she would have no one to rely on when she grew old, so he came up with this despicable idea."
"I happened to be attracted by them. From the beginning to the end, I felt that I was being calculated to have that child. It was a shame in my life, so I didn't want it."
The so-called child should be the result of an entanglement with a loved one. It should be a child who comes to this world with expectations and blessings, not this kind of -
"Since he is the heir they want, let's leave it to them. I have never been there again."
"In the first month of last year, when I was sending my cousin Yingchun back to Yangzhou, I thought of that child and suddenly had the urge to take a look, so I took a detour to Suzhou."
"Six years have passed, and the child can already walk. It's only spring in February, and he's squatting on the bow of the boat with his bare feet, playing with a bunch of fishing gear in his hands."
"I noticed that he was modifying the fishing gear with tools such as scissors and hammers. This reminded me of my childhood when I was also very interested in modifying those gadgets."
"His mother called him to eat, and he raised his head, and I saw his facial features..." At this point, Zuo Junmo paused for a moment.
"How is it? Is it your blood?" Mrs. Zuo asked nervously.
Zuo Junmo closed his eyes and nodded resignedly: "Exactly the same!"
Mrs. Zuo's heart, which was hanging in the air, suddenly fell back into the distance.
She raised her hand to pat her heart and recited several lines of Amitabha.
"This trip to Changping Village is really not in vain. I pray in the Buddhist hall every day that I can have a grandson. I didn't expect that the Buddha really heard my voice. This is really a grandson who fell from the sky, my baby. Grandson’s lump…”
Mrs. Zuo took out her handkerchief, wiped the tears from her eyes, and murmured.
These are sweet tears, these are tears of joy, these are tears of relief and excitement!
"Jun Mo, since your father passed away, my mother is the happiest and most festive today in all these years!" Mrs. Zuo wiped away her tears.
Zuo Junmo sat aside, watching Mrs. Zuo crying and laughing, and felt as if she had knocked over the five-flavor bottle. All kinds of tastes came to her heart. She couldn't tell what she was feeling. Perhaps, she was watching The moment the child looked exactly like me, I felt a little bit of joy that I couldn't even detect!
But he never thought about it seriously.
