To Your Island

On Saturday, Wang Jiexiang got up early.

To prepare for planting, the whole family moved out to cultivate the fields in their own fields.

Dad walked in front wearing a straw hat, and Wang Jiexiang followed behind with tools.

The mother-in-law of the neighbor next door met them and greeted them, "Lao Wang's family is here to plow?"

"Hey," grandma smiled and responded, "Are all your three sons there?"

"Yes, they are free, let them work, I will be free."

"I really envy you." Grandma glanced at her girl: "I still have to give birth to a boy. A boy is good. He can work and has strength."

The neighbor's mother-in-law looked proud: "That's not it, I'm blessed, my daughter-in-law is proud."

Wang Jiexiang's chest was stuffy.

She felt a pantothenic raging anger, which was rushing to her forehead. This indescribable anger is very familiar, as if being with herself all the year round, she almost subconsciously dealt with it, adjusted her breathing, shifted her attention, and calmed it down.

Bent over, Wang Jiexiang focused diligently on the ground under his feet, still chattering in his ears.

"Your daughter-in-law is young and handsome. It is not a problem to ask your son to work hard and have a few children."

"Oh, I want her to give birth too, but she..." Grandma lowered her voice: "The embroidered pillows are good-looking and won't lay eggs."

——Endless?

With the shining sun, Wang Jiexiang wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked towards the sky.

It's not right.

She was dizzy, staring at the sun, feeling out of breath.

Very wrong, this world...

A moment of Qingming flashed through his groggy head, and Wang Jiexiang looked at the two elders.

The conversation between grandma and the mother-in-law next door turned abruptly at this moment.

The voice is the original voice, but the intonation of the words has changed, and the previous real meanness is smoothed out.

"Boys and girls are the same, look at your granddaughter, how capable you are."

"Yes, my family Jiexiang has been admitted to high school, so she is very capable. She knows how to read and help the family. I love my granddaughter the most."

Wang Jiexiang froze in place, the strange feeling of discomfort in her body, dragging her back and forth.

"Jiexiang..." someone called her softly.

"Jiexiang!" Mother's hand shook before her eyes.

Wang Jiexiang's eyes met focus, and she saw her mother's concerned face.

"Mom?" She slowed down and smiled at her vigorously: "What's the matter?"

"You sweat a lot, go to rest under the tree for a while." Mom handed her a handkerchief.

"I'm fine." Wang Jiexiang took the handkerchief and continued to bend down to plow the field.

I want to do so much.

She said to herself: Maybe it was too tired to produce the illusion, nothing was wrong.

The land at home is not big, and it will be ploughed in a few hours.

Wang Jiexiang rubbed his sore waist, packed up his tools and took home.

After lunch, she and her mother are going to catch fish by the stream.

But before going out, she still has one thing to do.

Unfolding the letter paper filled with dialogue, Wang Jiexiang wrote a line at the bottom.

[I went to play in the creek, I hope the weather there is good today,]

She wanted to say something, but after thinking and thinking, she changed the last comma to a period.

Wang Jiexiang went out slowly, staring at the desk constantly, fortunately waiting for him to reply quickly.

[It's still raining today, you have fun. 】

"Jiexiang, let's go." Mom called her.

"Come right away." She folded the letter and carried her fishing net.

The creek closest to home has no official name because it is too small.

Wang Jiexiang simply called it "My Little Creek" and divided it into his own territory.

The water in my creek is shallow and clear, and there are all kinds of plants around it.

Mother found a flat stone, and they sat there, soaking their feet in the water.

The fatigue of working all morning was taken away by the cold stream. I heard the sound of gurgling water, and birds were singing in the mountains. The wind blew across the tree tops, and the layers of leaves were crowded and rustling.

Wang Jiexiang leaned on his mother's shoulder, and the mother and daughter closed their eyes to rest together.

She can hear her mother's breathing, so she exhales and exhales at the same pace as her breathing rate.

——Is mom asleep?

Wang Jiexiang opened one eye and looked at her sleeping face.

Mother has long eyelashes, eyebrows like willow leaves, and her face is gentle and quiet.

"Mom," she asked softly, "Why are you so beautiful?"

Mother smiled and said, "Jiexiang is also beautiful."

She pursed her mouth, disagreeing: "Jiexiang is not beautiful."

"Pretty."

Mother looked at her seriously.

"Jiexiang has a soft face, big eyes, a pretty small nose, and a cute mouth. Jiexiang's heart is kind, lively and cheerful, and hardworking and brave. Who says Jiexiang is not beautiful? Jiexiang is the most beautiful. "

The little girl wrinkled her nose and threw herself into her mother's arms to act like a baby.

"I want to stay with my mother all the time."

Mother hugged her and combed her hair: "Silly girl, will you not marry anymore?"

"Don't marry."

"Don't marry someone who likes it so much?"

Jiexiang nodded and looked disdainful: "I don't want to like him that much."

Mother sighed: "How can I control it if I like it."

All afternoon, Wang Jiexiang and her mother were catching fish in the stream.

Her mother caught two big fish, and Wang Jiexiang caught a small fish. Although this little harvest did not fill the bucket they brought, it was enough for a meal tonight.

On the way back, they saw a new cluster of white flowers blooming on the hillside.

Wang Jiexiang ran over to the ground.

Choosing the most beautiful flower among the flowers, she took it off and put it in her breast pocket.

Home.

Wang Jiexiang went straight to the room and began to write a letter.

[I have a great time. The stream was cool, and small fish were swimming around at my feet; the wild fruits were ripe, and I ate a lot. Mother caught two fish, I caught a small crucian carp, because it was too small, so I released it.

By the way, I told you yesterday that the flowers on the mountain are blooming.

I picked one when I got home and wanted to give it to you. I don't know if you can receive it. 】

She wrapped the small flowers in letter paper, and then carefully put them into the envelope.

Soon after, the bulging letter disappeared, with the flowers inside.

Wang Jiexiang held his face and sat at the table waiting.

This time, it took a long time for him to reply. Mom made the fish and had dinner at home, so she had to leave the table.

After a meal, she ran back to the room, and his letter finally arrived.

"How to bulge?" Wang Jiexiang opened it, slightly lost: "Can't send flowers?"

It is not.

The letter paper contained a small bag of QQ candy, peach flavor.

The letter said: [I received your flower, thank you. 】

Wang Jiexiang has never eaten this!

She unpacked and poured out one.

The candy is pink, fragrant, and elastic.

She chewed it, smirking with her face in her hands.

I only ate one, so I didn’t want to eat it again.

"What does he like to eat?" Wang Jiexiang thought.

Oh! Love spicy food.

In the vegetable field in front of the door, she grows peppers.

Jumping around, Wang Jiexiang went to the vegetable plot to find her pepper.

The four peppers looked quite malnourished and they were not as tall as her knees.

"No matter."

The cruel Wang Jiexiang removed all the little peppers.

A few peppers were washed, dried, and packed in paper.

She wrote to him one stroke at a time: [This is the pepper I personally grow. 】

His letters were so brief every time, and she wrote a few words as long as his.

Wang Jiexiang restrained her nonsense and added three words restrained.

[It's spicy! 】

But if he can eat spicy food very well, he may think it is not so spicy.

Wang Jiexiang changed it to: [I think it's quite spicy! 】

Will he wonder how spicy she is?

Tell him, she is a spicy food?

The pen hesitantly added a small line.

[Be careful when you eat, I think it's quite spicy! 】

"Oh, this is too long-winded."

Wang Jiexiang's head slammed against the table.

Distracted, she crossed out the line again.