Earth April 2019:

Walking out of the airport, there is already a familiar smell in the air, Yun Chenming has lived on this land for 19 years, as the "third generation of oil" with the father's narration and life experience, he can also be regarded as witnessing the ups and downs of the oil town, from the eruption of the first oil well in 1958, to the glory of the town in the 60s, and then to the decline in the 90s, his childhood continued to listen to his fathers tell the legend of Lenghu Town, he also feels that his roots are here, although his grandparents are southerners, They were placed in Lenghu Town as the first batch of employees of the oil field, and their parents have spent most of their lives in the town, and the yellow sand on the Qaidam Basin has been integrated into his blood, and after five years of studying and working in the south, he still decided to come back to see the land that gave birth to him.

He dragged his suitcase to catch the last long-distance bus, the direction was Lenghu Town, the drive took about 6 hours, he found a window seat, the car drove towards Lenghu Town in the roar, and the familiar yellow sand hills along the way were endless. He put on headphones while the car was rocking and listened to the song:

"A smiling flower, think about a change in the world, in the end win or lose, day and night disappear each other, rich and expensive are difficult to last long, this morning's face is older than last night, put a word wide between the eyebrows, look at a piece of the world's scenery..." Gradually fall asleep.

Yun Chenming woke up again in the shaking of the car, the car had arrived at Tuanjie Road, and the familiar oilfield management office, halal restaurant, supermarket, theater, etc. evoked his deep memories. After getting off the car, he dragged his suitcase and walked for more than half an hour, the town was deserted and depressed, most of the people either moved away or went out to work, the town has lost its former prosperity, the most left is the memory, he walked on the two-story staff welfare house, the corridor is dim and narrow, and the high-rise community in the big city is incomparable.

He took out the key and opened the door, the second bedroom and the living room were covered with dust, and the old furniture had lost its luster. My parents returned to their hometown in the south, which had been vacant for several years, and my grandparents had left the world to sleep in the land of oil dreams. There was an empty cold in the room, Yun Chenming cheered up, put down his luggage, and began to clean the room, only without pausing would he feel not alone.

While packing up the small items, a piece of jade pendant like a copper coin fell out of the box and rolled around the sheets.

Yun Chenming grabbed it in his hand, twisted it and looked at it, a piece of ordinary white jade, covered with a layer of stains, without the appearance of jade's flowing cloud crystal, even if he didn't know how to do it, he knew that this thing was not valuable.

He remembered a story his grandfather had told.

It was a difficult three years, his grandfather by chance, gave a local old woman a bowl of rice, the old woman in order to thank the grandfather for his kindness, this piece of jade pendant to the grandfather, at that time in a special era, the food is more expensive than gold, this piece of jade grandfather did not take it to heart, just as a small plaything, to the father who has just full moon to make toys. This old woman has some fame among the locals, according to legend, during the Song Dynasty, her ancestors fled to this land of Qianghu in order to avoid the enemy, and encountered danger in Hutong Nuoer Lake (Cold Lake), but fortunately the heavenly gods appeared and rescued him. He and his wife and children lived on the shore of Hutong Nuoer Lake, took root, established Lenghu Villa, and called himself Mr. Lenghu, Mr. Lenghu is well-versed in ancient and modern, astronomy and geography, medicine and craftsmanship are all proficient, and there are thousands of disciples, but unfortunately the Taoism taught by Mr. Lenghu is too esoteric, and no one can inherit his mantle. His book "The Strange Tales of Cold Lake" was also lost during the Yuan Dynasty, and Mr. Leng Hu died at the age of 376 and was passed down for 57 generations. This mother-in-law is the fifty-seventh generation of Mr. Lenghu, but unfortunately the Lenghu Villa has long ceased to exist, and the heirs are illiterate, and the last generation of heirs has never married for life, until the last heir of Mr. Lenghu passed away in 1979, leaving only this absurd and bizarre legend. ”

This kind of legend has been passed down from generation to generation, and it has long changed its taste, Yun Chenming didn't think much about it, just smiled, and was able to recall the drops of his childhood, and his mood was comfortable. He was childlike for a while, found a red rope to string up the jade pendant, ready to hang it on his chest, he looked at the time, it was already more than twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, hurriedly cooked some instant noodles and went to sleep.