The day Shen Wangchao returned from the army and returned to Qingshan Bay, there were only three things on his mind: his father's legs, his sister's school fees, and going up the mountain tomorrow.
He didn't expect that the third thing was halfway done and there was one more thing.
The bespectacled female educated youth in the health room always had blue and black ink on her fingers, and she spoke like water from a mountain stream hitting a stone, unhurriedly. She drew a mushroom and showed it to him, saying that the mushroom would emerge after the rain. He noted it down.
Later he wrote down many things.
She likes to turn the pen between her fingers when writing medical records. My knees hurt when it rains, but I never mention it. Her ears were blown red by the mountain wind, which made people want to help her block the wind.
Later, every Tuesday and Thursday, he walked around to the door of the clinic before going up the mountain, which became the brightest part of his day.
Ganoderma lucidum was found. A fire was burning in the cave. She talked about her coming and he talked about his return.
The rain stopped and the moon came out of the clouds.
Shen Wangchao looked at the person sleeping on his shoulder and did not dare to move.
He thought that he would come to this mountain often in the future.
——
Food guide
In the early 1980s, with the background of a fishing village in eastern Fujian, farming was slowly gaining momentum.
Retired tough guy × educated youth sent to the countryside, two-way redemption, mutual favor 1v1
There is no golden finger, only a pair of hands and a mountain
Focus on daily life, love lines are thin and flowing, HE
Purpose: The land will not let down those who bend down