The Millet is Separated
by You Lihua
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When the ship untied the moorings and started, a glimmer of dawn suddenly appeared in the distant sky. Yingzhen looked up at Mashi Village on the mountainside on the right. Separated by mountains and water, it looks even more humble. A few sparse houses are scattered like white beads, and thin and delicate white smoke rises from the bamboo forest. Either He Laoliu's mother-in-law got up to cook breakfast, or Liu Sanwa's mother cooked pig soup, because there are still people living in these few houses in the village. The boat drove very fast, cutting through the waves, and the motor roared loudly, making people's eardrums tremble. The sound of the motor also covered up Yingzhen's huge heartbeat. When the village was gradually blurred, Yingzhen turned her head and looked at her son. Her son You Jiang was talking to others with bright eyes, saying that their family was going to Dongshi. Have you never been to Dongshi? Then you should go there and see. It's a great place, very different from here.
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