In September, the rice is golden and the water in the fields has been drained. The rice can be harvested in two days.
It was almost lunch time, and the fields were sparsely populated with villagers who had not yet returned home.
The white sailboat was too conspicuous to attract the attention of the villagers.
When he saw two familiar and long-lost figures on the boat, Tanabe fell into a long dead silence, and then, there was a cry that cut through the sky.
"It's Tianbao, Tianbao and Du Lao!"
"Quick, tell the Su family that they are back, they are back!"
"Back! Tianbao and Du Lao are back! They are still alive! They are still alive--!"
Before the people on the boat got off the boat, they saw villagers on the edge of the field staring at them with tears in their eyes.
Some people sat on the ridge of the field and burst into tears, some fell into the ditch and were still grinning and crying, and some stumbled towards the village, shouting crazily.
Which one, all ecstatic.
Tianbao looked down from the high bow of the boat. The rice fields were right by the river. From such a close distance, he could clearly see all the subtle expressions of those people.
Her eyebrows furrowed, and a strange sour emotion lingered on her chest.
"This is Tubei Village. Let's get off the boat. It's time to go home." Bai Xiaofeng looked at somewhere in the village, with water in his eyes. "We should still be able to catch lunch at home."
Tianbao glanced at him, pursed his lips, and got off the boat.
Stepping on the field ridge under her feet, the solid touch, with a slight coolness, inexplicably calmed her vain heart.
After the poisonous old man stepped on this land, he stopped chattering and looked around curiously. Everywhere he looked was pleasing to the eye and he liked it, especially the miasma forest not far away. It seemed like something that suited him. .
Another stranger to this place is Grandma Lu.
But what Nanny is more concerned about is the reaction of the villagers.
Those reactions were natural and genuine joy. This simple emotion made her feel like she had returned to the White Horse clan.
Her Binger must be stable and happy living in such an atmosphere.
Tianbao walked up the road ahead, walking a little slowly. No one behind her urged her, and they walked to the village at her pace.
Clear rivers, golden rice fields, reeds blowing in the wind, woods shrouded in thick white mist...and this loess road, as well as the farmyards and thatched houses on the roadside...
Every scene he saw seemed familiar to Tianbao.
The further we walked deeper into the village, the sourness and swelling in my heart became stronger, and my steps became heavier.
Like a wanderer who has not returned home for a long time, he is timid when he is close to his hometown.
The corners of Tianbao's mouth pursed, and the hands hanging by his sides curled up quietly and nervously.
Soon, the sound of footsteps could be heard from across the loess road.
A group of people rushed over, supporting each other and surrounded by villagers.
Facing each other, Tianbao stopped unconsciously.
On the other side, there were eyes full of tears.
The feeling of déjà vu came to mind again. Tianbao's hands were already clenched into fists, and his eyes were moving back and forth on the faces of the people surrounded.
As if consciously, his eyes finally rested on the middle-aged man and woman who were rushing forward.
They are all in their forties. The women are wearing blue fine cotton dresses. They have a gentle face, but they are extremely pale, with a sharp chin and premature wrinkles on their faces.
The man was dressed like the villagers, wearing short gray cloth to make it easier to work. He was obviously tall, but he was bent down as if he had been crushed by something.
The two of them rushed to Tianbao before they stopped, their eyes glued to her face without blinking.
The man was shaking all over, his eyes were red, his mouth was opening and closing without making a sound, and his clothes were soaked with tears for a moment.
The woman's pale lips were wide open as she stared at the face in front of her, unconsciously making ah, ah, ah sounds.
She gasped violently, and the muscles on her face twitched spasmodically. The hands raised in the air trembled for a long time, but she did not dare to touch the face or touch the scars on her face.
She tried to open her eyes wide, "Ah,...ah...Sweet, treasure? Treasure?"
Tian Bao also looked at her, the sourness in his chest rising crazily, rushing from his nose to his eyes.
She didn't blink, and water vapor quickly condensed in her eyes. This feeling made her uncomfortable and unfamiliar.
Everyone around was crying.
Is that why she wants to cry?
Duh duh duh duh…
The sound of sticks hitting the ground came urgently, and the crowd in front split into two.
Two people appeared from behind.
The delicate woman with a haggard look helped the silver-haired old lady in her direction.
The old woman looked paranoid and rushed forward regardless. Her old face was anxious and panicked, and her eyes were cloudy and gray, without focus.
"Tianbao! Tianbao! Is my baby back? Tianbao, where are you? Bao! You say yes to Grandma, you say yes...Baoer!"
"You guys lied to me again, right? Tianbao didn't come back... didn't come back..."
"Why do you always make fun of me like this? Xiu'er, help me go back. Tianbao must have something to do outside and hasn't finished yet. Let's go back to eat. Let's go, let's go!"
When she received no response, the old woman forced a smile on her face and turned to walk back while talking to herself, mumbling.
Halfway through turning his body, he suddenly lost all strength. The crutches in his hands clattered to the ground, and he sat down completely. He was stunned and softly shouted, "Bao, please answer my grandmother's call. You should answer, this skinny monkey." ...Bao-"
"Ah, milk?" A low voice called out, the voice was clean and clear, floating through the noise around.
The old woman froze for a moment, tilted her ears and slowly searched for the source of the sound, then climbed up on her hands and feet, and rushed in that direction. Just when she was about to fall, she was held firmly by a pair of thin arms.
Without thinking, Su A'nai immediately grabbed the person who was holding her tightly, and her long-suppressed cry burst out, "Ah wu wu wu - Bao ah -!"
There was already crying all around.
For two years, Tu Beicun finally dared to vent his suppressed emotions on this day.
Bai Yu and others were still standing there, not coming forward or disturbing.
In front of the Su family's courtyard, Su Er was carrying an old man with a skeleton on his back. He wanted to rush over, but he couldn't muster the strength. In the end, he just sat on the ground with the old man in his arms, crying happily like a child.
The Miasma Forest is just outside the village entrance.
The frantic shouts of the villagers floated outside through the woods.
The vendors who had not yet finished the small set broke out into another round of commotion.
On the other side of the river, there was also a loud noise in the sub-rudder of Pier 12.
The news spread like wildfire, and within half a day, carnivals started on both sides of the Qinghe River.
People rushed to tell each other.
"Did you hear it? The princess is back!"
"Tianbao! Our princess! I'm back alive!"
"I'm back, I'm really back! I lied to you and I'm a dog! It's really sunny after the rain!"
