Chapter 58: The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring

(The update is delivered, and it will continue tomorrow.) I would also like to thank Brother Milk Sandwich and Lighthouse Photographer for their support, thank you)

I think maybe it's a coincidence. I comforted myself. But if there really is a gate at the bottom of the lake like the bottom of Webster's ancestral hall, then these two things are related.

"Alleyo, how reliable is this legend?" I asked.

The previous Ellio thought for a while and said, "At least eighty percent." ”

I was taken aback by the affirmative tone and asked him, "How can it be so high?" He Tao next to him also agreed, and said, "Don't fool us, you kid." ”

Allo looked at the car in front of him and drove intently: "Brother Tao, how dare I fool you." ”

"Then how can you be so sure of the reliability of this legend?" I asked, "It's easy to exaggerate this kind of legend, so it's not so reliable, right?" ”

"Brother Cheng," said Elliot, "if someone else told you about it, the reliability would definitely not be so high."

As soon as I heard him say that, I immediately felt that there was something in his words. Hurriedly asked him, "Why?" ”

"Because I'm the farmer's son." Ario said.

"Fart." He Tao said, "You just said that it was decades ago, and you were a single cell a few decades ago, right?" ”

Ellio touched his head: "Oh, I didn't make it clear. I wasn't born when it happened, but my brother was born. As he spoke, I saw him look up and look at me in the rearview mirror. It's all a family, my dad and my brother won't lie to me, right? ”

I listened and nodded. There is an old saying in China: open the skylight and say bright words, close the door and say your own words. If Ario was the farmer's son, what he said would have been true. Thinking about it, I asked him, "Then how do you prove that you are the son of that peasant?" ”

Listening to my words, Alliu was stunned and smiled bitterly: "Brother Cheng, you will embarrass me." This is the same as the proof ********** on the Internet, there is no solution. ”

I thought about it, smiled embarrassedly, and just as I was about to speak, Alho said, "But I can take you to my house." You can ask my brother. After speaking, he was afraid that we would not understand, so he said: "At the end of the third year after the feng shui master said that, my father's body appeared on the washing pond. ”

I said a word of condolences and asked him to take us to his house.

I won't go into detail about the part of going to Ellio's house, it's just an occasional chat with Ellio about details and other things, and it doesn't have much effect on me overall. But then again, my trip to Yunnan was particularly useful. Because in addition to what was going to happen next, I got to know Ellio as a person. Suffice it to say, there were times in later life when Ellio helped me a lot in some way. But that's later, so let's not mention it here. Let's start with the present.

Elliott's home is in a natural village. The so-called natural village, according to the literal meaning, is a naturally formed village, unlike some places, where people move to form a village.

I have to say that the village of Areho is particularly backward. This backwardness is hard to imagine. For example, the water we drink comes from the river, and the lighting at night is kerosene lamps.

Because of the backwardness of the village, there is no road in the village for cars to drive into. Aloo parked the car at the entrance of the village, got out of the car and led us to his house.

To be honest, this village reminds me of a text I learned when I was a student called "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring". There are almost no modern facilities to be seen, a real hideaway.

A dozen or so children playing in the village saw us enter the village and looked at us curiously from afar. Then I sensed that no outsiders had come in their village for a long time.

"I'm the only college student in this village for decades." "And the only one who walked out of this mountainous city." ”

As soon as Ellio finished speaking, a few of the sharp-eyed children in the distance saw Ellio, called Ellio's name, and ran over with the group of children.

When Alho saw the child taking the lead, he called out something in the local vernacular. I didn't understand it, but I think it was the child's name.

I don't know how long this village hasn't seen a living person, these children look at me and He Tao, and they all have a timid expression on their faces.

Ellio touched the head of the child whose name he had just called, and said something in the vernacular, and the child answered and ran away with the other children.

"I told them to go back and say I'm back." "The village is basically self-sufficient, with very little contact with the outside world. So if you talk to them in Mandarin, they won't understand it. ”

I let out an oh and followed Ellio into the village.

Not long after walking, people came out of the mud-brick houses on the left and right. The men looked at me and Tao for a moment with very strange eyes, and then when they spotted Alleyo, they came up and greeted him warmly, holding his hand.

Alho's house is in the middle of the village, a large mud-brick house. (Every house in this village is made of mud bricks, and it's not small.) ）

A particularly old woman came out of Areho's house. It's supposed to be Alleyo. I think I'm more than eighty years old.

The old man had good eyes and recognized his son at a glance. It doesn't seem to have reached the point of presbyopia.

Ario let us into the house, found two small stools for us to sit down, and sat down on the floor himself. I found out that there were no tiles on the floor of their house, which was a tiring thing (and then I thought about it, of course, there could not have been tiles), and there were no stone tiles. It's pure dirt. However, due to the frequent walking, this mud floor is trampled on with potholes. But it's very strong, and you can't hold a little mud with your nails. Coupled with the poor lighting and ventilation of the mud brick house, the whole house has a particularly shady feeling. Even the mud under your feet has a feeling of being wet and cool.

I saw Ellio sitting directly on the ground, and I felt a little uncomfortable. I thought about getting up and giving him the stool. Unexpectedly, Alho smiled and waved his hand. Now Ellio gives me a special feeling. When he was in the car before, he dressed and talked very elegantly. It exudes the breath of big city life all the time. But now it's different. Now Ellio is like a prodigal son who has been wandering for a long time, finally returning to his familiar hometown, finally not having to beg for a life with a heavy disguise, and finally changing back to his original appearance.

From the moment we entered Arieu's house, there were many people standing in front of her house looking inside. It gave me the feeling of being locked in a cage, a house, a zoo exhibit. Later Ario told me that this was because there were very few outsiders in their village. If outsiders come in, then the family that entertains them will feel extremely honored

We had a simple lunch at Alho's house. It's very similar to the countryside in Guangxi, and lunch is very casual. After lunch, I wanted to go and talk to Elliott's mom about Lala's home. But after several exchanges, they all ended in failure and had to give up.

This is not because the old people have bad ears, but because of the language barrier.

No way, let Ellio take us around the village to pass the time. We didn't go back until it was almost dark. When we returned to Areho's house, we met Areho's brother, who had just returned from working in the fields during the day.