The traffic to Qingshui Town is not smooth, you need to take the old-fashioned green train that stops at each station to reach the county seat, and then transfer to a bus to cross the Blue Mountain to enter the town.

On the train, Chiba has been napping, and because he is not in a window position, he has been repeatedly hit by passengers coming and going in the aisle. That's not bad, waiting for the transfer to the bus is the beginning of the hard work.

Some of the passengers on the bus were chatting, some were eating snacks, and the noise and a strange smell mixed in the carriage, making her a little deprived of oxygen. The scenery along the road of Tuolan Mountain was very interesting, but the winding mountain road was really dizzy, and she closed her eyes all the way, and the symptoms of motion sickness became more and more aggravated.

She wanted to sleep for a while, and the dizziness might be much better, but there was always a familiar voice in her ears when she was half-asleep, repeating the phrase over and over again—when facing you, a heart at least thumping.

How to interpret Song Yingchen's words, or should I put it down after hearing it, in principle, I should choose the latter, she thought.

It was just another trick on his ambiguous nature, or a rhetoric to accurately describe the helpless status quo with Amy, and for whatever reason, it was not her turn to savor something else.

But she still couldn't control it, and although she understood the reason, she still fell into conjecture. This unrequited love that began inexplicably has come to an end, and at this moment it is like being turned over by a hoe over the soil sprinkled by the spring rain, and it is ready to move again. The painful, itchy, and hot feeling in my heart may be the experience of seed growth. But this seed sprouts at best, and it is destined to be fruitless, she knows it very well.

At the same time, she also remembered He Chong. This wealthy young master deigned to come to live with her, fight for her and her family, and treat her so well that it has a tendency to intensify. But she didn't know what to do, but she insisted on doing something.

So when she thought of Song Yingchen, she felt guilty inexplicably.

She considers herself quite shameful, timid as a mouse to those she loves, and blatant to those who love her. Besides, the town of Clear Water to which the sketch corresponds is ahead, and it is very likely that there is a secret hidden there that he wanted to know seventeen years ago...... There should be no other thoughts at this time.

Finally got out of the car, she hurried to the side of the road to vomit, and tears flowed down her eyes for a while. After a few deep breaths, the discomfort of motion sickness was finally relieved, and when she looked up, she was a little dazed.

"Where are you going?"

A motorcycle drove up, and the cyclist with a helmet couldn't see clearly, but judging by the sound, it was a young man.

"Clearwater." She said she noticed two drivers waving at her in the distance.

Perhaps not wanting people to steal the business, the cyclist offered a more honest price.

"Count you fifteen, usually at least twenty-five, I'm just going home."

She nodded, she didn't have the heart to bargain, it was getting dark, and she had to hurry to her destination.

The young man pointed to the back seat, she lifted her leg to get into the car, and as soon as she grabbed the luggage rack with her backhand, the motorcycle sped off.

Due to inertia, she fell backwards and almost fell, and the young man shouted: "Hold your waist and be careful of falling." She quickly put her arms around his waist and used just enough strength to hold herself steady.

Early spring is warmer than before, but the temperature difference between day and night is greater in the mountains than in the cities, especially at dusk. The whirring wind blew from the young man's shoulders backwards, causing her to hide her face behind his. Perhaps feeling a warm snort, the young man slowed down.

"You're not a local?"

"It's not!" She stretched her collar tight with one free hand, and her features shrunk together.

"Have you been here?"

"Nope!"

"There's nothing fun to come to Qingshui Town in this season, it's going to be autumn, and the osmanthus flowers in the town are blooming all over the town in autumn, and the fragrance is dead."

"I'm not here to play!"

"So what are you going to do, find relatives?"

"I'm looking for a bridge!"

"Bridge? There are dozens of bridges in Qingshui Town, which one are you looking for? ”

"I don't know!"

Qingshui Town is a small town in the style of a water town, which retains the architectural characteristics of the Ming and Qing dynasties. Every household here basically pushes the door to see the water, and large and small arch bridges and plate bridges can be seen everywhere.

By the time we arrived in town, it was already dark at seven minutes.

Seeing that she looked like she was gone, the young man asked, "Have you found a place to live?" ”

She shook her head, looking at the entrance of this strange town, thoughtless.

Because it is not an overdeveloped tourist attraction, only a few residents use their houses as inns for rent, and most of them are closed during the non-prime season for sightseeing, only to see the smoke rising from the rooftops, which is both peaceful and mysterious.

"Would you like to visit my inn?"

She hesitated, not knowing what to answer.

The young man generously explained: "Don't worry, my family won't rip off guests, go and see if you decide that you can't live." The sky in Qingshui Town is dark, and the night is very cold, so if you are not familiar with the place, it is best to settle down quickly. ”

She looked at the sky, and there was indeed no hesitation, so she nodded in response.

"Okay, let's go to your house and have a look."

"Come with me, right ahead." The young man led the way with a cart and said to her, "If you want to stay, I'll ask my mother to give you half price, it's empty anyway, and the fare is free, so make a friend." ”

"Thank you." As she walked, she looked around at Qingshui Town, which was gradually immersed in the night, and had an inexplicable sense of stage.

"What's your last name?"

"The surname is Yang."

"My surname is Mo, it seems that you are a few years younger than me, call me Brother Mo."

"Mo? My mother's surname is also Mo. She was very surprised because the surname was not common.

"yes, it's inexplicable."

"That's right."

"That's really fate, Qingshui Town was originally built by two villagers, one surnamed Mo and the other surnamed Huang, so there are the most people with these two surnames in the town."

"Oh, I see."

Just as she was imagining, Xiao Mo's home arrived.

This is a small courtyard with a patio, the main building is a two-story wooden structure, Xiao Mo's family lives in the backyard on the first floor, and six rooms on the second floor are for rent.

The family was so welcoming, not only did they rent her a room cheaply, but they also invited them to dinner. After a day of motion sickness, her appetite was not very good, so she hastily ate a small bite of rice and drank a bowl of soup, and went upstairs after thanking her.

Most of the people in the village had the surname Mo, which surprised her a little.

"Could it be that my mother's maiden family has any relationship with Qingshui Town?" A big question mark appeared in her mind.

Before going to bed, she took out her phone and tried again, but after being dropped, she still couldn't turn on and use it normally. She wondered who had called, and who had been upset by her shutdown — maybe only He Chong.

Thinking about it for a while, she fell asleep with her clothes on, perhaps exhausted by the bumps along the way, and neither insomnia nor dreams.

……

Hearing a rooster crowing and the skylight lighting up the house through the curtains, Chiba woke up.

The feeling of being away from the hustle and bustle of the city makes people sober and comfortable, just stretching and feeling refreshed, and the fatigue and discomfort of the first day are also swept away.

She pushed the window and looked into the courtyard, Xiao Mo was squatting in the patio drinking soy milk, heard movement upstairs, and raised her head.

"Awake?" He still had yellow foam on his lips, and he stuck out his tongue and licked it.

"Little Brother Mo."

"Wake up so early, come down for breakfast."

For some reason, she felt that this boy was very much like He Chong, and all his thoughtful thoughts were sent out to people in the form of commands, a little condescending, and full of meticulousness.

After packing up and going downstairs, after drinking a bowl of soy milk and eating two pieces of oil cake, she decided to immediately set off to find the corresponding bridge on the sketch.

"I'll take a look......" Xiao Mo snatched the sketch, but gradually frowned, the kind of sophistication held by being a local was suddenly gone, "Where is this, is it us here, why don't I have an impression." ”

"You can't be in the wrong place, are you?" She chuckled inwardly.

"It looks familiar, but I can't remember where it is." Xiao Mo put down the sketch and looked at the ceiling to think, "Qingshui Town has been renovated two or three times in the past ten years, and this painting is probably the old scene from before." ”

"So how do I find it?"

"Hiss......" Xiao Mo made a somewhat embarrassed voice, "I can only try my luck one by one." He got up and put the dishes and chopsticks on the table in order, and grabbed a coat from the wall hook.

"Let's go, I'll accompany you."

"Huh?" Chiba was stunned for a moment, "You're not going to the sports car?" ”

"I'll go back in the afternoon, I'll be your guide for free in the morning, let's go." Little Moriso walked out, and her capable and chic demeanor was very similar to He Chong, and she followed closely.

She did need a local reference to find the place as soon as possible.

Xiao Mo took the entrance of the town as a starting point, and first took her to outflank the town from west to east for a week, but did not find any suspected arch bridge.

The search was even more arduous - from the air, the entire town of Clear Water was like a spider web, and every spider silk was a river flowing in the town, and it was impossible to plan an unrepeating route to go through each place.

Xiao Mo walked quickly, which was also because he found that Chiba did not appreciate the meaning of the customs at all, but was in a hurry to find the plausible arch bridge. Knowing that the task was heavy, he had to trot to get all the arches through before he could get out of the car.

Chiba didn't fall behind, and although his legs were sore and painful early, he didn't allow himself to stop at all.

At noon, they finally finished walking the dozens of arch bridges in Qingshui Town, and neither of them felt that which of them was the object they were looking for, and they were very frustrated.

Chiba sat down on a stone pier by a bridge, panting incessantly and almost paralyzing from exhaustion.

"Looks like you're in the wrong place." Xiao Mo shrugged his shoulders and expressed regret.

"Are there any other water towns around here?"

"Nope."

She lowered her head in disappointment and looked at the stone path beneath her feet.

"I'm going to get out of the car, do you want to go back and rest first, and I'll accompany you to look for it again at night or tomorrow?"

"Go get busy, it's embarrassing to be delayed all morning. I'll look around again in case there's anything missing......"

"It's impossible to miss it, I've been counting it in my heart, that's all." Xiao Mo was confident, and suddenly thought of another way for a while, "By the way, your painting is likely to be the original Qingshui Town, go find a few elderly people to ask, it must be the gray-haired kind, live for a lifetime, they may know." ”

It sounded like a good idea, and she was refreshed.