The Child Carried Away by the Wind

Twenty years ago, on the day Sheng Ning was born, a gust of wind circled his yard three times and then swept away another child. He was sent out of the village overnight by his father. Twenty years later, he returned. I found a diary in the camphor wood cabinet of the old house, which read: "The wind is coming again." People in the village said that the wind in Huifeng Village does not blow anywhere else, but only along the river. Seven-year-old Xiao Hai was swept away by the wind on the river beach. He came back three days later - his body was dry and his eyes were calm, as if nothing had happened. The first words he said when he saw Sheng Ning were: "The wind said, you are back." In Sheng Ning's pocket, there was a bronze medal picked up from the bottom of the river, with a vague word engraved on the back. He thought it was "Sheng" - until he discovered that there was an older layer of scratches underneath that layer of words. That gust of wind had been waiting for twenty years. It's not anyone else who's waiting. It's him.