Cheng Guiqin married in Yunying Village in the nineteenth year and lived there for a lifetime.

Yunying Village is in the middle of the mountains layered with layers, where there are a lot of products, as long as you have hands and feet can live, it coincided with the turmoil and famine, her father felt that the stability of a stuttering life was better than anything else, so he didn't even ask for a bride price, and just married her.

Her father was not wrong, and whether it was a famine or turmoil, it seemed that it had no effect on Yunying Village, which was like a hermit.

Life in the village is simple, the heaviest labor on weekdays is only planting fields, the mountain road is narrow and steep, and the women of every household in the village will sit together under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village to weave homespun cloth and make needlework when they have nothing to do.

The sound of laughter pierces far and wide.

Since then, she has lived in Yunying Village, where she has worked, farmed, had children there, and bid farewell to her father, husband, father-in-law and mother-in-law there......

Yunying Village is like a gentle and kind mother, soothing her every pain.

But later, the outside slowly underwent earth-shaking changes, wires were erected, televisions had changed from black and white to wall-mounted, computers and mobile phones were updated from generation to generation, and the village was still boiling because someone brought back a big-headed computer, and the outside had entered the information age.

Because of the inconvenient transportation, Yunying Village seems to have been forgotten in a corner of the world.

The brightly patterned homespun cloth dyed and woven with various plant fuels could no longer be exchanged for their usual daily necessities.

And the young people in the village, one by one, went out, and none of them came back.

When the children saw the prosperity outside, they did not want to live the hard life of staying in the village.

I don't know when everything she dreamed of in the previous generation has become the existence of her next generation.

And she can't keep up with the times, and she has become what her children and grandchildren call 'old antiques', and every time she comes back to see her, she doesn't care at all, only countless complaints.

Complaining that the mountain road is difficult to walk, complaining that it is too tiring to fetch water, complaining about the bad signal, complaining that the bungalow is damp......

"Mom, why don't you go to the city with us?"

The eldest son said this at the New Year's dinner table when he was forty years old.

In exchange for a kick under the table of the eldest daughter-in-law.

She understood their troubles and remembered that when her eldest grandson was born, she went to take care of her daughter-in-law.

But the lingering dust and smoke and the starless night made her feel very uncomfortable.

Not only that, the crowded buses, complicated road conditions, messy vegetable fields, and the hustle and bustle of the fast pace all made her panic and autism at her age.

The outside world has become bigger, but the inner world has become smaller.

This city with a population of 10 million is small for her, and she is only herself!

Later, she returned to Yunying Village.

Because of her daughter-in-law's completely different attitude towards life, the two have frequent conflicts, and because her grandson has reached the age where she can send them to nursery......

The village has not changed at all from when she left, like her parents who are waiting alone at home, waiting for her to return, no matter when she returns, they always accept her with open arms and without any guilt.

She thought she would never leave here for the rest of her life.

She hasn't left since then.

As the days passed, the terraced fields were barren little by little, and the people who farmed the fields left one by one.

The old Cheng Guiqin stood at the entrance of the village and watched her look at the layers of mountains that she had seen all her life.

Turning around, she looked at Yunying Village, which was as old as her, the former drying field, the barren fields, and the radio horn on the telephone pole at the entrance of the village that had not sounded for several years......

The whole village was quiet and dusty.

Without the infusion of young blood, the whole village, like her, entered the twilight.

The old village and the old her, fate seems to be connected at that moment, and they are about to die together.

At that moment, Cheng Guiqin, who was already rickety, suddenly had an impulse that she had never had.

She can't change the fate of her imminent death, because she can't change the birth, aging, sickness and death of human beings.

But she wants to change the fate of Yunying Village, she wants this gentle and kind village to live.

If she can, she hopes that Yunying Village, which has fallen into twilight, can rely on her old age!

The memories accepted this time are many and long, Cheng Guiqin lived in Yunying Village until she died, she was ninety-eight years old when she died, and the memory of more than 90 years made Song Shuyun dizzy.

Although she had already adapted to the feeling of the fusion of spiritual power and soul power, it was not finished in the end, and the feeling of swelling and pain in her head due to a little stimulation had not decreased much because of the fusion of the two.

She staggered to her feet from the old bed and touched the sweat on her head.

Click on the Tasks panel.

"Mission: Let the old people in Yunying Village have something to rely on. Reward: Unknown. ”

Looking at the task introduction that seemed to charge for one more, Song Shuyun's mood was very complicated.

It is now the spring of Cheng Guiqin's sixty-seven years old, and another elder in the village passed away a few days ago, and the whole village is in a sad atmosphere.

After all, it is an elderly village, and when you see someone passing away, you can't help but think of yourself.

Song Shuyun counted the time, thinking about how to complete the task.

There was a knock on the wooden door of the house.

"Guiqin! Guiqin!"

At the door was an old lady's voice, the person's name was Sun Yuxiang, and Cheng Guiqin was married at the same time, the two were about the same age, and the relationship was also very good, but no Cheng Guiqin could live, and it would be gone in his eighties, and Cheng Guiqin was sad for a long time.

Song Shuyun hurriedly got up from the bed and was about to open the door for her, but who knows, she got up a little anxiously, even if she stretched her old waist.

Song Shuyun: ......

She could only shout first.

"Wait a minute! I'll come here!"

moved his old arms and legs again, and walked out with his waist in hand.

Sun Yuxiang was lying on the wooden fence of her house and looked inside, along with an old man in the village, who was the uncle and brother of Cheng Guiqin's early dead husband, named Li Haishui.

Most of the men in Yunying Village are surnamed Li.

The old man was dressed in old clothes of gray polyester cloth, and the hems of his trousers were worn off, and when he saw Song Shuyun, he said innocently: "Second sister-in-law!" ”

Seeing that it was these two people, Song Shuyun suddenly understood.

Because there are no two and a half people in every household in the village, every year when it is time to farm, several old men and old ladies team up to farm the land, and these two people obviously came to her to go to the field.

Song Shuyun opened the wooden door and welcomed the two in.

"Hey! I'm asleep all at once, and if you don't come and call me, you don't know when you'll wake up. ”

Sun Yuxiang walked in with a smile, took a water scoop, pressed it full, poured two sips of water, and handed the water to Li Haizhuan.

Song Shuyun's brows jumped twice, but she didn't say anything.