Epigenetic

The sound of knocking on the door awakened Zhu Weixing from his deep sleep. When he opened his eyes, he realized that the sun had already risen, and he had fallen asleep in this small broken hotel.

He was still a little dazed when he stood up, sat for a long time before remembering to wash up, and when he went to open the door again, the big cub had been waiting outside for a long time.

Zhu Weixing, who was late in bed once in a thousand years, expressed his apology.Fortunately, Da Zai didn't care, he waved his hand honestly and said that his complexion is much better today than yesterday, otherwise I really suggest that he go to the hospital for a checkup first.

Da Zai thoughtfully brought Zhu Weixing breakfast, looking at the crystal dumplings and rice rolls on the table, Zhu Weixing was stunned for a long time before picking up his chopsticks to thank him.

Carefully took a bite and chewed earnestly, then asked softly, "Is the handshake building at the ferry still there?"

Da Zai was surprised: "What? Is there a handshake building at the ferry?"

Zhu Weixing: "It seems to be called...Jianxue Lane?"

There is no snow in M ​​city all year round, probably because the name is too strange, the big boy has an impression: "Ah, you are talking about that place, it was demolished more than ten years ago."

Wishing MSI a meal with chopsticks: "Is that so..."

Da Zai nodded: "Now they are all mall buildings."

Zhu Weixing lowered his eyes to hide his deep frustration, and when he raised his eyes, the boy who happened to be opposite the window also woke up.Zhu Weixing glanced at him again, the unfamiliar face made him even more disappointed, he couldn't help but took out his phone and looked at WeChat.The message that I sent earlier to talk to someone when I came back did not receive a reply.

Da Zai obviously felt that although the guest had slept well, he didn't seem to be in a bright mood, and he didn't talk too much. He just waited for the guest to finish eating and said, "Let's go."

The two walked out of the alley, Zhu Weixing stared at the street scene along the way, and then silently turned his eyes away.

Although it looks like this place, it is not the place in his memory.

I went to the ferry with Dazai to take a boat. When I got off the pier, I saw hawkers holding handicrafts wandering in the distance in twos and threes. I also saw local people around Zhu Weixing. They only looked over and did not approach.

Da Zai said that it is the off-season now, there are not many customers, it will be two months earlier, and this place is very lively.

Zhu Weixing remembered that he said that the annual routine was only done in March and April, but now he can't see it.When asked where he wanted to go, Zhu Weixing said: "Go to Minghui Village, just take a walk."

The villages on the opposite bank are connected one by one. Due to the development of tourism, the urban construction and people's livelihood is much better than that of M City. The roads are flat and wide, the windows are clean, and there are chain restaurants from time to time.

Da Zai also said: "A few years ago, I heard that a big boss donated money in the village to repair bridges, build buildings, and even set up factories. The housing enterprises here are very expensive now."

While talking, Da Zai introduced the surrounding environment to Zhu Weixing. He was young, and many of his backgrounds were unknown, but he was an honest and hardworking kid.

"Grandma just said that this road used to lead to the old wharf, and the one in front was a guest house. In the past, there were not many foreigners coming, so they would use that road to let them live. Now it has been changed into a homestay."

Zhu Weixing took a while to look away from the hotel and asked, "What about the front?"

Da Zai: "The front is the Prince's Temple and the village's ancestral hall."

When the two went there, they found that the temple was very lively, as if they were doing some religious ceremonies.

"Ah, today we're offering sacrifices to the Lord of the Land," Da Zai remembered, "Do you want to see it?"

Zhu Weixing saw a lot of villagers crowded in a small temple, looked at the melons and fruit cakes carried in, although he felt a sense of déjà vu, he still shook his head.

Just as he and Da Zai were about to step aside, they saw a group of people approaching slowly around an old man.The old man has white beard and white hair, and is almost an octogenarian. He looks very prestigious in the village.Although he was supported, he was in good spirits, with steady steps and sharp eyes. Every villager who passed the crowd nodded to him and called him "Fanbo."

Even the big cub had to bend down and call him "old man."

The old man didn't respond, but looked straight at Zhu Weixing, and after the accident, he seemed to smile slightly and sighed.

For some reason, Zhu Weixing also froze inexplicably when he met the old man's eyes.

Until the other party turned around and recruited several villagers who carried offerings, they took a palm-sized yellow paper bag from each of them and handed it to Zhu Weixing.

I wish MSI unknown.

The old man actually said in fluent Mandarin: "The Lord of the Land blesses you, and your house is safe and smooth."

After speaking, under the envious eyes of a group of villagers, he led them slowly to the Prince's Temple.

After a while, music began to play in the temple, pipa, erhu, Yangqin, suona, playing and singing, melodious...

"Have you heard of it? It's called Jufanqu," someone said, "It's only played on festivals."

Lou Mingyue regained her senses from the music, shook her head, and was a little surprised: "Ten kinds of instrumental music match together really well."

Ding Ping also nodded: "Recently, all the villages are celebrating the New Year, and there are firecrackers and music everywhere, but Minghui Village has to wait, we will go to the guest house first, and we will see it when we come out tomorrow. Come on, get off the boat carefully .”

Helping people get down from the fishing boat to the old wharf, the two of them walked along a loess road, and gained countless attentions and scrutiny, especially the one who stared at Lou Mingyue, a group of children almost invited their friends to look at him, like watching some flowers with brocade.

Usually there are very few villagers in and out of the village, but the Chinese New Year celebration is a major local event. No matter how far away you go, you have to return to your hometown, and occasionally you will bring some relatives and friends to have fun, so the rooms in the guest house are more scarce than usual these days.Fortunately, Ding Ping knew a lot of people in the village, so he specially said hello, and asked Lou Mingyue for the brightest and cleanest room. Opening the door, you can see a small sea view. Although it is simple, it also has a different kind of pastoral flavor.

When Lou Mingyue was packing her luggage in the house, she vaguely heard someone calling on the phone outside, and that domineering voice was very familiar.

"Hey...why did the old man call me? I'm in the village...the signal is not good, so fart! I didn't leave the construction site to play alone, I took Xiaoliang together...Of course he doesn't Yes, forced by me... who annoyed that family so much, they still refused to let go after being scolded, and sent people to sneak around the alley to find someone... yes, you don't need to worry about it, I will deal with it...they want Don't blame me if you don't know how to flatter..."

Half of the harsh words were interrupted by a knock on the door, Ding Ping called Lou Mingyue to eat.

I thought I had misheard, but as soon as I went out, I saw a tall and familiar figure walking in front of me, wasn't it his uncle?

He was alone in front, walking with Lou Mingyue and the others. After walking for a while, Ding Ping led Lou Mingyue into a low bungalow at the end of the village, while Uncle Bai entered the two-story stone house next door.

An old woman in her 60s and [-]s came out of the low bungalow, with gray hair and a kind face, speaking with a thick accent that Lou Mingyue couldn't make out.

Ding Ping said that she is a relative of his own and can be called "Aunt Li". His wife has passed away for many years and lives here as a widow. She is very good at cooking. He can't help but have a meal every time he comes here. Come and see she.

Minghui Village is close to the sea, with a lot of seafood, and Aunt Li's cooking skills are truly outstanding, even Lou Mingyue with a golden tongue would praise it for its deliciousness.

After eating, he thoughtfully gave Ding Ping and Aunt Li some private time, and went to the yard by himself, watching the fences of fat chickens and ducks running around in a fresh and interesting way.

Inadvertently glanced at the next door, thinking that it should be the same scenery, but found a big bamboo boat half the height of the house parked in the yard over there.Several men were holding cutting tools, obviously hand-made.

Lou Mingyue probably knew that this was a boat made for annual festivals to pray for blessings and sacrifices. It seemed that only the respectable people in the village could do this, but she was still very surprised. The bamboo strips are cut and chiseled one by one, and then put together and combined for fine carving. The division of labor is clear and lifelike.

When Lou Mingyue was having a good time watching it, someone walked into the courtyard and called "Fan Bo".

The old man and Lou Mingyue turned their heads together, and saw a tall man approaching, it was that Uncle Bai.

Fan Bo signaled the few people in the courtyard to continue, and he and the man sat aside, took his cigarette, and chatted together.

Fan Bo said with a smile that the construction team is always the busiest after the new year, and he didn't even come to invite people before. How can he have time to come to eat the annual regulations in the village this year?

Bai Lu frowned and sighed.

Fan Bo looked at him, as if he saw the door: "For Xiaoyan?"

Bai Lu said: "Half and half, for Xiaoyan's sake, I also have something to ask."

Fan Bo said: "Since you came to work in the city and helped to build so many roads in the village, I told you earlier that I will help Bai Gong if you need anything."

Bai Lu smiled: "It's nothing, let's talk about it."

Fan Bo nodded, and glanced at those who tied the boat, soon there were only two of them left in the yard.

After taking a puff of cigarette, Bai Lu said slowly: "You said that our old man has been a thug and a soldier, and the black and white brothers are not convinced by him. In the early years, he worked hard from a small engineering team to today's Scale, is it easy? After the death of the wife, she was afraid that the eldest daughter would acquire rough habits by her side, so she was sent to a big city to be spoiled and raised early, but in the end she left her heart with the family. It is because of the bad habits of our family, but also the slightest affection. "

Fan Bo seemed to know about this: "I told you to ignore the dirty things that her husband's family did behind the scenes. The master they found when they made their fortune was quite capable, and the child that the master left for them to be their son is not ordinary. But the people I found later were all charlatans, and when the time comes, they will have their own explanations."

Bai Lu sneered: "I don't care about that family. To be honest, you persuaded me, otherwise I would have dealt with them a few years ago."

Uncle Fan guessed, "That's for your sister."

Talking about this, Bai Lu's voice became even deeper: "She has ideas, I know, she wants her son, but she will always be the second. If she knows that her son has problems, she will send her away. I am worried that my husband will not be able to compete with those at home. Brother wolf and tiger brother, and want her son to go back again, only her worthless man is in his eyes. Hmph, but there is no such easy thing in the world, even if my nephew has a real problem with his fate, it is not their turn to dislike him."

Fan Bo retorted: "What's wrong with your nephew? It's only because, like you, the young master doesn't do it. He would rather go to the countryside to run a project and sing the opposite of me."

Bai Lu was laughed at and cursed.

Uncle Fan said again: "I know what you are worried about. Xiaoyan has his own life. If you protect and help him, it is impossible for him to stay by your side forever."

After thinking for a while, he said: "When he grows up, if he really wants to do something in the future, don't stop him."

Bai Lu was inexplicable: "What can I stop? What can he do? Could it be that he really followed the person who came to pick him up?"

Fan Bo shook his head: "Who knows."

Bai Lu was angry: "You are the most powerful Daoist in the village, if you don't know who knows?"

Uncle Fan was not affected by his quick temper, he just smiled: "Bai Gong, the world is impermanent."

Bai Lu's temper came and went quickly, he calmed down after smoking a cigarette, and felt that what Fan Bo said was quite reasonable.

"He's so capable, he can even draw with me with his head smashed through, I couldn't control it at all."

Got up to leave, but was stopped by Fan Bo: "Don't ask another question?"

Bai Lu scolded her mother: "Just say you know everything, such a bad old man!"

After hesitating, he said, "It's my sister..."

Fan Bo said, "Which one?"

Bai Lu froze for a moment, shook his head and smiled wryly: "It's not that wolf-hearted one, it's another one. In the early years when my old man first made a fortune, he made many enemies, and the old woman who was left behind by his wife was secretly taken away by someone. Last year, on the old man’s birthday, he brought it up again when he was drunk, so I just wanted to ask, can you get it back?”

Fan Bo pondered for a long while, and said: "Maybe it is possible, some people's fate is not separated, and one day they will get together again."