Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

My hometown is in Xishan Village, which is far away from the urban area and the location is remote.

The way in is a mountain road with many steep slopes and not very smooth.

The general car passes by, the chassis and tires are also more susceptible to wear, especially in rainy days.

The muddy road is impossible to move forward.

Fortunately, the morning when we went back was cloudy, so the car drove smoothly.

The closer he got to Xishan Village, the more restless Song Jiqing's heart became. There was a feeling of being closer to the nostalgia and more timid slowly lingering in his heart.

"Young man, are you from Xishan Village?" the master asked.

"Yes," Song Jiqing looked at the green mountain scenery outside the window, "I haven't been back for a long time."

The master spoke with a familiar accent, and continued: "You can speak Mandarin quite well, you are going to work in a big city."

Song Jiqing blushed slightly, and said, "Now live there."

"I could speak Xishan dialect when I was a child, but now I have forgotten a lot, and I can't grasp some accents correctly." He said apologetically.

As soon as he passed the exam at that time, he couldn't wait to stay away from Song Kun, and even never wanted to come back.

But he also really missed that his mother had been separated from him for too long.

The master sent him to the entrance of the village, and Song Jiqing got out of the car dragging his luggage.

Unexpectedly, Song Kun was not at home.

Song Jiqing asked the neighbor, and got a reply: "He, I don't know where he made a sum of money, and now he's going to gamble somewhere. Anyway, I haven't seen him go home for more than half a month."

The neighbor's tone was not friendly, presumably Song Kun's popularity in the village was not good.

The fact that Song Kun was not at home was not unexpected, Song Jiqing only felt relieved.

After all, dealing with Song Kun is a very labor-intensive thing.

His previous room was already uninhabitable, the furniture was covered with a thick layer of dust, cobwebs stuck to the corners, and half of the curtains in the corners fell down.

Fortunately, after learning that there was a family in the village that had spare rooms for rent, Song Jiqing dragged his luggage there immediately.

The size of the room is not small, and it is clean and tidy. Sitting by the window, you can see the mountains in the distance. The peaks are surrounded by clouds and mist, like a light-colored tulle.

Song Jiqing opened the window to let fresh air in. He leaned on the wooden window sill, staring into the distance in a daze.

Cooking smoke rose slowly from the chimney, as if one could smell the fragrance of rice.

Song Jiqing looked at the time, it was almost twelve noon, and it was indeed time for lunch.

But he wasn't hungry at all, and he hadn't eaten much even this morning.

He just felt that his mind was empty, empty, as if his thinking was blocked, he couldn't think clearly, and he didn't want to think much.

It seems that I have cried too much recently, so at this time, there are not many tears flowing back.

Song Jiqing silently looked at his phone again, but he didn't receive any message or call.

How long have we been apart, and he misses Cheng Mu.

A drop of water suddenly fell on the window sill, and soon a small water stain was scattered, and the lines on the window sill were instantly engraved more clearly. Before Song Jiqing had time to react, the pouring rain fell.

The white spray immediately covered his sight, and his hearing was instantly occupied by the sound of rain.

Song Jiqing hurriedly went to get his cell phone, trying to call Cheng Mu and tell him not to come today. The rain came so fast, it seemed that it wouldn't stop for a while.

As a result, the phone in his hand rang twice, and a cold female voice came out.

[The number you dialed is out of service area. ]

The signal also got worse.

I couldn't make a call at all. I tried many times in a row, but no one answered the phone.

Song Jiqing was anxious in the room with his mobile phone in his hand, but there was no other way.

At this time, the kind-hearted host's grandma knocked on his door with food.

"Would you like something to eat, Xiao Song?" Grandma said, "It must be hard work for you to travel, we are all mountain roads, it's not easy to walk."

Song Jiqing wasn't hungry yet, but looking at the gray-haired old man, he couldn't refuse grandma's kindness, so he took it with both hands and said, "Thank you."

"Well, you're welcome," Grandma said, "It's all home-cooked food, just don't dislike our bad food."

Song Jiqing quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, it smells very good."

"You must eat less firewood rice." Grandma said happily after being coaxed, "If it tastes good, eat more, if it's not enough, I'll add more for you."

A few farm side dishes, a plate of bacon, a few radish sticks, very simple dishes.

Song Jiqing couldn't stop after eating a chopstick, it was a taste he hadn't seen for a long time.

The dancing flames licked the bottom of the pot, he sat in front of the stove on a wooden bench, bent over to add firewood, Qiu Xi smiled and said to him: "Okay Ji Qing, enough is enough."

Song Jiqing shook his head: "It's not enough, we need to add a little more."

Qiu Xi frightened him, saying: "I'll eat burnt eggs for you later."

Song Jiqing rubbed his dark hands on his face, leaving marks on his face, "I don't want it, I don't want it, mom is a bully."

In memory, Qiu Xi smiled at him very gently, and said, "Mom lied to you. Mom will cook a lot of delicious food for Ji Qing, okay?"

His childish voice echoed in his ears, "Okay!"

Song Jiqing came back to his senses, a bean-sized tear fell on the table, he wiped it carelessly, and lowered his head to take another big mouthful of rice.

really tasty.

The rain outside the window was still falling, and the intensity of the rain didn't seem to decrease at all. Song Jiqing didn't care about his depressed mood, and after a simple meal, he stayed by the window anxiously hoping that the rain would stop soon.

But God couldn't hear his wish, and the sputtering went down even more violently.

Under the eaves and on the tiles, there are dancing water droplets everywhere.

The soil sank, forming small pockets.

The sky was gradually darkened by rain clouds.

The phone is still silent, and the signal is not even a bar left.

In the past, electronic communication was rarely used in the village, so I didn't feel how difficult life without the Internet was.

But this time, he couldn't bear it for a while.

He desperately needed to get on the phone with Cheng Mu.

Seeing that the heavy rain was getting more and more rampant, Song Jiqing's heart was clenched. This kind of uncertain thing full of unknowns made him anxious.

He just hopes that the rain will stop for a while so that he can make this call.

Because even if the rain stops, it is best not to take the road leading to Xishan Village. The mountain road is muddy and the wheels are easy to slip and roll over.

So what Song Jiqing hopes most now is for Cheng Mu not to come here today, if it's really not possible, a few days later is fine.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, the rain eased a little, but the phone still couldn't be made.

Song Jiqing couldn't stay in the upstairs room anymore, and was about to go downstairs for a walk, but just as he opened the door, he heard a dog barking from downstairs.

The phone also rang telepathically at this time.

He picked it up without thinking, "Cheng Mu?"

There was the same sound of rain, accompanied by a few dogs barking.

Cheng Mu's breathing was a little heavy, and after a while, he asked in a deep voice, "Where are you?"

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感谢在2022-02-1815:00:03~2022-02-1921:43:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 small picture;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: Changbai Mountain Divine Tree. 8 bottles; Lingluo 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!