Moreover, this small town seems to be not far from Shigu Ferry. Even at lunch, the tea brought by the waiter already tastes like home-produced green tea.
Eating the steamed dumplings on the plate and taking a sip of tea, he felt extremely intimate.
By the way, I haven’t been home for a long time. After going through so much, he felt a little missing his parents and Yu Rou, so he might as well take this opportunity to go back.
After asking around, it turns out that Shigu Ferry is not far downstream. Fu Yunge felt relieved, ate and drank enough, and hurried towards home.
In the evening, the dusk turns red. Fu Yunge saw Shigu Ferry in the distance, breathed a long sigh of relief, and felt relaxed all over.
The summer heat in my hometown is extremely mild, probably because of the proximity to the water. The comfortable wind blows from the river, disturbing the thin wormwood on both sides.
It was still so peaceful, and the entire ferry seemed to be sleeping in the quietly falling afterglow. The cicadas chirp lazily, and the returning birds nestle in silence. Only the rustling sound of the river is as clear as a ring.
The boat was moored, and the old deck reflected the red clouds. There are water birds perched on it from time to time, and occasionally they make one or two calls.
Fu Yunge felt a little moved, as if he couldn't wait to fall into the embrace of the countryside. He raised his feet slightly and rushed over there quickly.
Soon we arrived at Shigu Ferry, and the setting sun had not yet collected its last rays. Fu Yunge planned to visit Dongfang Shiming's house first, and then return to his teahouse to find his father and the others.
The bluestone pavement on the street is warm, and the coves above reflect the pale red glow, as if the road is full of stars.
There are very few pedestrians in the evening, and some people have already lit up their lights and started preparing dinner.
As Fu Yunge walked, he looked around cherishingly at everything in front of him, feeling even more that such a peaceful life was indeed extremely happy.
And when he walked through the streets and alleys to find Dongfang Shiming's house, he was surprised to find that there were many vendors pushing small carts selling snacks and gadgets outside Dongfang Shiming's house.
This scene seems a little different from my memory.
Fu Yunge always felt unusual looking at these strange vendors in front of him.
Although Dongfang Shiming no longer lives here, they can't set up a stall in front of other people's homes. Fu Yunge was first dissatisfied with their lack of ethics, but other than that, he seemed to feel that it was not that simple.
These vendors... seem to be quite inconsistent.
And just as he stood quietly staring at the vendors, they also noticed him.
One of the old candy sellers had sharp eyes and had already looked at the young man who had appeared several times. The other vendors were almost the same. They stared at Fu Yunge for a while, and then turned their attention to the old man.
They seemed to be confirming something, and their movements were so sneaky that it was hard not to make people suspicious. Fu Yunge also saw the fishiness in their eyes and became wary.
Finally, the old man seemed to make up his mind to test it out. He relaxed his body, put on a full posture, and shouted to Fu Yunge: "Young man, would you like a candy bar?"
The sound is very penetrating, no different from that of a street vendor. Fu Yunge was happy to see him being so direct. He got off the donkey along the slope and walked towards the old man.
"Let's have a candy man," Fu Yunge thought for a moment as he approached the candy seller's cart, "Blow a dove."
The old man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "We are ignorant, rest on our laurels, and don't know how to play tricks."
Fu Yunge was not surprised, but went on to say: "Then, let's play the magpie."
The old man looked at him with a smile on his face. He didn't say much, lowered his head and started to dip his head in syrup and play Magpie.
Not long after, a plump magpie appeared lifelike, sitting on a wooden stick. Fu Yunge paid him and took the candy magpie.
"There are magpies without doves. What you mean is very interesting." Fu Yunge looked at the vivid candy in his hand, suddenly raised his head and said with a smile.
The old man opened his eyes wide, but still maintained his composure: "We country people can't understand such profound words."
"This is not profound, and you know it well." Fu Yunge put down the candy man, and the smile on his face gradually faded, "You must be their leader. Choosing this place to gather together to sell things is a drunkard's idea. Not in wine.”
While he was waiting just now, he had secretly observed the eyes of other vendors. Second, they look like people who have lived in the same place for a long time and share unique similarities, both in skin color and mannerisms.
Finally, despite the casual clothing and cover-ups, there is always something revealing among them. After careful observation, he was able to determine with certainty that they were not residents of this area.
He came all the way to set up a stall in front of Dongfang Shiming's house. He said he had ulterior motives, which was perfect.
Therefore, he used the dove occupying the magpie's nest to question them, just to test their reasons.
"I compare myself to a magpie, but I won't be gullible." Fu Yunge asked loudly, "Why are you here? What is your connection with Dongfang Shiming?"
Originally, the old man didn't know his true and false intentions and was about to deal with him. However, when he heard Fu Yunge say the words "Dongfang Shiming", he suddenly felt excited.
The same reaction appeared on all the vendors at the same time almost at the moment Fu Yunge finished speaking.
"You, do you know Mr. Dongfang?" A man selling cloth behind him couldn't help but ask.
Dusk alternates, and the light suddenly dims. Fu Yunge couldn't tell whether they were excited or shocked, so he didn't answer easily.
