moon like rain

Chapter 13

There was a rustling sound in the darkness, and Mu Yun over there pushed aside the pillow between the two of them, um... This pillow was put on by Xiao Mengqian at the request of Ji Hefang during the video clip between Xiao Mengqian and Ji Hefang. of.

At this time, the barrier between the two was removed, and Mu Yunbian's voice came from the darkness: "Sister, how did you know each other?"

In the dark, Xiao Mengqian turned sideways to face Mu Yunbian, and told Mu Yunbian what happened in the studio that day with a gentle tone.

Mu Yun asked again: "Then how did you fall in love with each other? Who confessed first?"

Xiao Mengqian was a little embarrassed, but Mu Yunbian over there stretched his hand into Xiao Mengqian's bed in the dark and held Xiao Mengqian's hand tightly. Telling Mu Yunbian, Xiao Mengqian was talking, but found that the person over there was silent, and asked softly: "Mu Yunbian? Are you asleep?"

Mu Yun buried her head in the pillow, and her muffled voice came, but she still couldn't hide the trace of unhappiness in her voice: "I haven't slept yet, I'm thinking about something."

Mu Yun said, "Sister, do you still remember that I joked about Ji Da?"

Xiao Mengqian: "Of course I remember, what's wrong?"

Mu Yunbian: "I have an elder sister, and the reason for mentioning Ji Da is because when she was in the first year of high school, she acted like a family member who explained the situation, and from that day on, I seemed to suddenly become enlightened, and there was an extra Ji Da in my mind." Da, let's see if they can make a decision, the reason why I mentioned this..."

Mu Yun went around and finally said what he wanted to say: "Did you know that my sister's tone was full of happiness just now? But my sister liked to sing since she was a child, but the family wanted her to inherit the family property. From the first year of high school to the second year of high school They formed a band together.

But because of some objections from her family, the band advised her to leave because she couldn't concentrate on practicing, and her parents also advised her to leave because it would affect her studies..."

"What happened later?" Xiao Mengqian asked.

"Do you know? My sister agreed with a smile. Since then, she has been very concerned about finance and the family's property, and her academic performance has always been very good. It's just that I have never seen her face showing that you just talked to her. The smile in the video, I occasionally heard her sing, she is as passionate about the family business as she is now, but she doesn't have the light in your eyes when you were painting just now." Mu Yun asked: "Sister, Why do you have the look you had when you were painting just now?"

Xiao Mengqian replied naturally: "Because that is my hobby, my dream, and my pride..."

After saying the last sentence, Xiao Mengqian understood completely. He held Mu Yun's hand under the blanket as if she was leaning against her, and Mu Yun whispered in his ear: "Sister, she has always been excellent, whether it is singing They are still taking over the family property, although their parents are very happy, I told grandma about it... but grandma said that this is a fixed number, and she will not interfere in this matter..." The voice behind was too small to be heard, Xiao Meng Qian looked over, and Mu Yun over there frowned and fell asleep.

After the second day, this matter was never mentioned again, and Mu Yunbian's lonely eyes that night were drowned in the subsequent bursts of horseshoes on the grassland and the delicious barbecue.

And the time passed, until NO.15 in January of the next year, everyone was discussing the last leg of the itinerary in the meeting room on the first floor of the hotel.

In front of the desk, a young man stood next to several leaders. His skin was tanned and his eyes were shy with black frames. One of the leaders got up and introduced: "This young man is called Yuan Jieyan. After changing the itinerary, where we are going, he persuaded the mayor of Lianshan City to let him give up this opportunity." Speaking of this, the leader looked at Yuan Jieyan: "As for the accompanying painters , You can tell how many of them go, that's up to you." After speaking, he patted Yuan Jieyan on the shoulder and sat down.

After he sat down, Yuan Jieyan got up, briefly introduced himself again, and then began to talk about why the itinerary changed suddenly this time.

According to Yuan Jieyan, he himself is a college student village official, and he is also a child who walked out of the mountains.

When he was very young, a village official came to their village. He was not tall, but he was very strong.

Everyone calls him Liu Dazhuang, and the children call him Liu Zhuangshi. When Liu Dazhuang first came to the mountain village, he told the villagers, believe him, in ten years or so, this place will look different. However, the young people in the village at that time I don't want to wait in this poor mountain village any longer.

At that time, Yuan Jieyan was only six years old. He believed in Liu Dazhuang, whose eyes were burning with fighting spirit when he said these words. He looked at the wood piled up in the yard by his brother and the two chickens flying around in the yard. From the screams of the sows in the pigsty when they gave birth, and the smiles on the neighbors' faces during the Chinese New Year, Yuan Jieyan really didn't understand why those young people chose to leave this mountain village and never came back. At the age of six, he clearly saw light in Liu Dazhuang's eyes.

Sure enough, after many years, Liu Dazhuang's wish to lead the villagers to become rich has finally come true. The cement road leading to the village is clean and spacious, and the hawthorns in the fields are bright red. The red hawthorns are the magic weapon for this village to become rich.

Moreover, the dilapidated tiled houses in the village were refurbished as primary schools, with red walls and white eaves. On the day the primary school was completed and the ribbon was cut, many villagers cried bitterly when they saw the name of the school and the people on the statue revealed when the red cloth fell. , because Liu Zhuangshi in the mouth of the children really sacrificed...

Since then, Yuan Jieyan has decided that he also wants to be a village official, and he also wants to help those children who grew up in the mountains. Speaking of which, he took out a lot of printed The photos were sent to the painters present.

In the snowy mountains in the north of country B, there is a small village called Shuanglin hidden. There are 360 ​​days a year, and there are more than 200 days of snow season. The dreams and desires in the mountain village are buried on the rugged mountain roads covered by heavy snow. , Xiao Meng looked at the photos in his hand, the azure lake reflected the winter sun, coating the lake with sparkle, the entrance of the village looked far away, snow-covered mountains, thousands of miles of ice, short wooden houses, hanging on the eaves to dry The fish and bacon are delicious, and the dim light illuminates a burst of warmth.

Yuan Jieyan went on to say: "Everyone here may have seen many more beautiful scenery than here, Shuanglin Village is not comparable, but when children in the mountains see visitors from outside the mountains, when strangers outside the mountains see Looking at the beautiful scenery of Shuanglin Village in your writing, and the smiles on their faces, I think that should be the most beautiful scenery."

Yuan Jie bowed deeply: "I hope you can use brushes to publicize Shuanglin Village. Warm brushes may be able to unfreeze the frozen and rugged mountain roads... Let everyone know about our Shuanglin Village through paintings one by one. "

Two days later, the people got off the train and transferred to the bus. The car to Shuanglin Village could only stop at the foot of a mountain far away from Shuanglin Village. Everyone had to climb over this mountain first, and then walked for six hours on the mountain road. It was only until Shuanglin Village that some of them chose not to come. Yuan Jieyan watched the more than 20 people on the bus get off one after another, with a gratified smile on his face.

Although I don't know what the effect will be after all the painters finish painting this time for outsiders to see, whether it will be attractive enough to attract tourists is another story.

But at least some painters still came here, because Yuan Jieyan also told the villagers, believe him, the place will get better after many years, and the eyes of those children looking at him are full of trust and admiration.

At the foot of the mountain, there were already villagers waiting with their carriages at the foot of the mountain. At five o’clock in the morning, the sun was already high here. They walked up the rugged mountain road, turned over a mountain, and walked another six hours on the mountain road. Finally at 08:30 in the evening, everyone dragged their tired bodies and saw the low wooden hut in the photo when they made the last turn on the mountain road.

Many villagers were waiting at the entrance of the village, and when they saw the first carriage appear, Xiao Mengqian, who was in the middle of the team, heard cheers, loud, simple, and full of penetrating power in this almost isolated village It works better than their mobile phones with no signal.

The author says:

The number of clicks seems to be rising steadily at a rate of "1" per day, come on! . !