"Bone at the Bottom of the Well" Introduction Theme: urban farming + suspense exploration + intangible inheritance + historical revelation
On the day my grandfather was buried, I dug out a packet of seeds under his bed.
There is a white bone wrapped in the seed bag. The medical examiner said it was a human finger bone, at least sixty years old.
When the old man in the village saw the bag, his face turned pale. Grandma Zhou Guixiang fainted on the spot. When she woke up, she held my trembling hand: "Your grandfather has been guarding this thing all his life, and he didn't dare to say anything until his death - this is the last season of fragrant rice in Chaoshui Rock in the 37th year of the Republic of China."
That year, the Japanese army entered the village, and the whole village hid in the culverts of the deep ditches in Gaoqi. For seven days and seven nights, he survived by relying on fragrant rice from Chaoshuiyan. Later, the Japanese left, but the man who planted the fragrant rice never came out of the well.
For seventy years, no one dares to mention Tidewater Rock.
For seventy years, that piece of land has been deserted, and no one dares to plant it.
For seventy years, my grandfather went to sit by the well every night and didn't come back until late at night.
Now grandpa is dead. The developers are here. Bulldozers parked at the entrance to the village.
Someone pried open the well last night, trying to steal something at the bottom. I stayed by the well all night, and at dawn I picked up half a piece of burned paper——
"On the second floor, there is..."
The writing is exactly the same as on the seed bag.
Today I went to Tidewater Rocks. Fragrant rice is growing. Grandpa didn't grow it.
It was the seeds in that well that had not been touched for seventy years that sprouted on their own.
——You have guarded some mountains and rivers for your whole life, and you think you have guarded them.
In fact, you don't know that they are protecting yourself for you.
