Chapter 43: Where Memories Blossom

"How have you been doing in the past few years?" Cheng asked softly.

"So-so." I don't know how much pain is contained in these four words.

"Where did you go after you left the fishing village?" Cost wanted to ask about her parents, but he was afraid that it would affect Nishimori's mood, so he wanted to find out step by step.

"Mingshan, my parents registered a company over there, and they took me over after settling down." Mingshan in the mouth of the West Mori is an area south of the town of Hailing.

"Didn't my mother-in-law go with you?" Cheng vaguely remembers that every time he was dragged to Nishimori's house as a guest, Nishimori's grandmother would always make a few apple pies for Cheng and Nishimori to eat. The mother-in-law is very kind, but her legs and feet are not very convenient, she always carries an elm cane, and she will come to help her grandparents and grandchildren dry the fishy fish every day of fishing.

"No, my grandmother has lived in this fishing village all her life and is reluctant to leave. Her father couldn't persuade her, so she had to compromise. Nishimori explained.

Cheng really wanted to ask where the kind mother-in-law was now and how she was doing......

"I guess it's going well." Nishimori looked up at the sky.

"Can you hear me?" Cheng was a little surprised, could it be that he just asked?

"What's so hard about that?" Nishimori's evil smile is very cute.

"I'm sorry......" Cheng knew that Nishimori was forcing a smile, and he was even hesitating whether to continue asking.

"You must be wondering why I became the chairman of Nishimori, right?" Nishimori grabbed the bench with both hands, and his legs were swinging one in front of the other.

"Hmm...... It's okay if you don't want to say it. "Cheng has a bad premonition.

"It's okay, it's rare that someone is willing to talk to me about the past." Nishimori glanced at Cheng lightly and said, "In May of the year before last, my father and mother were in a car accident on the elevated road to the company. When the car turned right, it lost control and crashed into the guardrail, and by the time the ambulance arrived, it was no longer possible to save it, so I, as the first heir, took over the company. "Nishishou was very calm when he talked about this, I don't know if it was pretended.

"You ......" Cheng was shocked, he didn't expect that Nishimori's parents had passed away, no wonder Nishimori disappeared from the economic arena overnight.

"It's a pity that I don't know anything about management." Nishimori laughed at himself, "Even studying is just barely coping." ”

"That'...... What does the company run on now? Cheng thought to himself, it is really a blessing for this company to persist until now......

"Now it's run by a few consultants in the company, all of whom were my father's former subordinates." Nishimori explained. "However, it's just a matter of scheming. Sooner or later, with their ability, the company will be changed to someone's name, and I am like a declining aristocrat, long forgotten by the world. Nishimori is very aware of the future direction of the company, she does not like and does not have the ability to manage the company, rather than her parents' hard work ruined, it is better to hand it over to others and let this idea remain. That's what she thought.

"Don't worry, this industry is destined to be surnamed Xishou, and it is not so easy to change your name." Cheng stood up, stretched his waist, and continued: "If you want to drink water, water without shipping is more thirst-quenching." ”

"I'm going to drink mint soda." The corners of Nishimori's mouth still have the sauce of takoyaki remaining.

Cheng walked in front of Nishimori in two steps, and Nishimori was sitting at a height just level with the back of the bench, and became a petite cat in front of Naruto.

"Paper." Cheng took out a tissue from Nishimori's palm and wiped it gently.

Nishimori first subconsciously avoided it, and then obediently stayed where he was.

"Hey, hey." Nishimori smiled embarrassedly.

Being in a certain state of life for a long time can change a person's temperament to a greater or lesser extent. A long period of fast-paced life can make people irritable, a regular life can make people feel uncomfortable with unexpected events, and a lonely life can increase their wariness of others.

"Now, the owner is done." The two walked along the river.

"Can you change your name......" Cheng felt the disgusted gaze of passers-by.

"Your Excellency?" Nishimori raised his paw again......

"What's the matter......" Cheng felt that Nishimori's lethality to himself was immeasurable.

"Can you take me back to the fishing village once?"

The sparkling waves, the fish touching the water, the hot stones reflecting a little sunlight, the treetop perched birds, and the occasional cry, remind people of the memories of the past.

"Well, we'll leave tomorrow." was mentioned by Nishimori, and Cheng also wanted to go back to that childhood place to see. In order to accompany the West, but also to look back on the time of childhood.

Cheng borrowed a yacht from the company, docked at a small port, and set off the next day with Nishimori with simple luggage. The sea breeze in the early morning is sparse and cool, and you can taste a faint salty taste when you purse your lips slightly. Across the open sea, in the distance is curling smoke, which is lifted by the wind to meet the clouds. Straw boats are moored on small wooden piers, with iron nails nailed to the edges of the boats, which hook the nets, which float up and down with the waves.

This land has ushered in its former little owner, the neighbors who helped each other and were happy and peaceful.

"Why isn't there anyone?" Nishimori stepped over the creaking planks and looked out at the main road in the village not far away.

"It's a little weird." Cheng also couldn't take care of the feeling that things were right and wrong, and walked to the village alone.

Nishimori followed him in small steps, everything around her was still familiar, but her heart was full of resistance to it.

The two of them walked on some damp ground to the shop at the entrance of the village, and the window of the shop was blocked by a rusty iron plate, on which there was a large character written in red paint - "Guan".

"Shall I go to your house?" Seeing that the shop that he frequented here was closed, it was inevitable that he felt a little awkward. Nishimori nodded, and she also showed a disappointed expression.

"I remember that the fish mouth candy they sold was delicious." Nishimoru peeked at Cheng's side face and said.

"Well, I remember that candy could whistle, and when I got tired of playing, I would bite the candy and put it in my mouth." Cheng still remembers the simple but small packaging.

"And that fish bone crisp is delicious, too." Nishimori nodded approvingly after hearing Cheng's description, and continued. "The fish bones are wrapped in soybean flour and chili powder, and then fried together with crushed peas, and you never get tired of eating them." Nishimori didn't expect that after so many years, he would still be interested in this kind of small snack.

"That's not a fish bone, it's an oily noodle!" Cheng burst out laughing, could it be that she always thought it was a real fish bone? It's going to kill you!

"Really?" Nishimori looked flustered, and there was a feeling in his heart as if he had been deceived by an unscrupulous manufacturer.

"Yes......" Cheng saw Nishimori's awkward face with himself, and he really regretted telling her the "truth".

As they chatted, they realized the fact that there was not a single pedestrian in the village.

"It's a rare quiet." Nishimori looked in from the window of the roadside bungalow, and the inferior glass reflected so much that he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Maybe there's some rally?" Cheng couldn't figure out the situation here. When he was a child, the streets and alleys have always been popular, and no one wants to stay at home all day, is it possible that after so many years, the villagers have changed their habits?

"Here we are." Cheng Zheng was thinking about it, and suddenly felt that the west guard next to him stopped. Cheng looked to the left front, but it was full of devastation. He had been here more than once, and it was reasonable for him to recognize this as Saimori's former residence, but he felt powerless now.

It's just too desolate.

The bamboo fence that was originally scattered has become a blanket with thread drawn, and it is planted in limp and paralyzed. The stone path has been eroded by the sea breeze, and the cracks are connected like a fusiform net. The roof tiles were smashed by broken tree trunks and collapsed into a large hole. Broken glass lies on the barren ground, and the soil is too salty for even ordinary weeds to grow.

It's completely different here.

The lock on the door is low on the left and high on the right, still sticking to the post. Cheng was surprised and did not forget to observe Xi Shou's expression, Xi Shou looked at it blankly, and his lost and sad expression made Cheng Yu unbearable.

"Don't be too sad, after all, no one has lived in it for a long time." Cheng Kai explained.

"My aunt promised me that they would come to clean it every year......" Nishimori said with a crying voice.

Cheng was speechless. How could he enlighten her? Was it just a perfunctory promise to tell her directly? Or is Nishimori aware but still willing to believe in such promises?

It doesn't matter anymore, all that is left of reality is a dilapidated former home.

"How did you get in?" A man's voice interrupted their thoughts.

Cheng turned back in a panic and saw a man who was not confused and the bicycle he was holding. It is not difficult to recognize from his armband that he is the little manager in charge of a certain demolition.

"From the dock to the east......" Cheng looked at him alarmingly.

"Oh......" The man's "oh" should mean "there will be someone from there". "What are you doing here?"

"We used to ...... Stay here. Cheng subconsciously blocked the west guard behind him.

"Live here?" The man looked incredulous. "This village has long been deserted, and you haven't been back for a while." Seeing that he was a little resistant, the man gently patted the armband with his hand, which means: I am harmless.

"Yes...... It's been a few years. How long has this village been deserted? Cheng felt that Nishimori was silently grabbing the corner of his clothes.

"How long? It's been more than a year. The man put the bicycle rack up, leaned against the bike, took out a cigarette and a lighter, and silently lit it.

"And what about the inhabitants here?" The clouds in the sky overlapped, obscuring the near-stationary sun.

"Residents? Who knows...... Let's go our separate ways. The man took a few deep puffs of his cigarette, and the smoke burned quickly, and the ash was blown away by a gust of wind.

"Oh......" Cheng nodded, and looked sideways at Saimori with a gloomy expression.

"If you come to pick up something, take it and leave, this is a demolition area, it's not safe." The man threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it with the sole of his shoe.

"When will the demolition begin?" Cheng asked.

"The funds have just arrived, these two days." The man became a little impatient.

"Thank you." Nishimori stepped out from behind Cheng and said to the man.

The man's gaze moved to the Xishou who was a head lower than Cheng, nodded, stepped into the car, and rode away.

"West ......" didn't come out of a word, and I only felt that my right hand was weakly grabbed. The fingers were cool and slender, and they were gently attached to Cheng's palm.

"Here...... Uncomfortable...... "Nishimori lowered his head and covered his chest with his other hand.

Cheng looked at the West Shou in front of him and was at a loss. As far as he is concerned, he doesn't want this place to be changed, he can't bear it.

"It's okay, I'm there." Cheng tightly held Saimori's cold hand and led her slowly towards a place, the place where memories bloomed.

The time is almost noon, and in front of me is sparkling, jade and silver dust; In my ears are the chirping of seagulls and the sound of waves. Lingcheng is pleased that the sea rocks and sand here are still the same as before, and the pebbles are paved on the beach, which has endured the baptism of the waves.

"Remember here?" Now you can feel the emotion of things to your heart's content.

"Hmm." Nishimori admired for a moment, then bent down and picked up a "lingering stone".

"I'm here to pick up something, but I can't take anything with me." Nishimori smiled helplessly.

"At least the scenery can fit in my head."

"I'm tired of seeing the view."

"And how are you feeling now?"

"I'm tired."

"You don't want to lie here, you're going to catch a cold."

"Lie here, how are you going to take me home?"

"That's right." Cheng smiled happily.

"You, it's really not working." Nishimori said this to the pebbles in his hand.

"It's done its best."

Cheng's left hand rested on his neck for a moment, and he smiled slightly.

Some views will stay there, no matter how long the time passes. I believe that one day in the future, another group of owners will come back to this small fishing village, this place where memories bloom.