Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

Yu Dongqing and the others even took a special flight to Penghu Bay.

As someone who grew up listening to that song, why don’t you go to that place? Although there is no such song in this time and space.

Penghu Bay is quite large and consists of dozens of islands. The popular song "Grandma's Penghu Bay" is said to be the inner bay of Penghu, that is, the inner bay along the coast of Fengkui Peninsula and the outlying island Dacang Island.

However, Yu Dongqing and the others did not go to that place this time but went to the famous Sanxiantai, a place called Tongliang Village, Baisha Township.

The village is not far from the seaside. It was originally a place of sunshine, beach, waves and cactus, but the weather was unlucky and it rained.

In the misty rain, the sea and sky were the same color, and it was hard to tell which sea was blue and which was blue sky.

The four people holding umbrellas happily walked around the beach and saw a huge Tongliang ancient banyan tree. It is said that the tree is over 300 years old. It was built by a merchant ship that sailed through Penghu during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty and sank in the Tonglianghoumen waterway. , only the small banyan trees drifted to the coast, where they were picked up and planted by residents, forming such a spectacular group of banyan trees.

Finally, when I got tired, I sat in a grandmother’s tea shop at the head of the village to rest.

The tea shop is small, relatively simple but very clean.

The tea is an oolong tea series. According to grandma, it is shipped from Anxi, Fujian across the country. It is authentic Tieguanyin.

Grandma looks to be in her early seventies, with gray hair, but she doesn’t look like a peasant woman. Instead, she has a bookish air.

Later, when I heard the explanation, I found out that he was a teacher at a primary school in the village. After retiring, he opened a tea shop.

"Is Baodao also producing tea?" Wu Jingqi asked.

"It's produced in Fushou Mountain and Alishan, but it's not as delicious as Anxi's." Grandma said, with a smile on her wrinkled face.

This is true.

Yu Dongqing nodded.

He also drank tea in the past few days in Beishi, and naturally he also drank good tea from Debao Island, such as frozen top tea, Three Gorges Longjing tea, and Alishan Pearl Dew, but he always felt that the tea was not as delicious as the tea from the mainland.

Grandma said a few words and then went off by herself. Yu Dongqing and the four of them drank tea while looking at the scenery outside.

It was still drizzling.

A few people were drinking and chatting.

"Brother Yu, it seems that the opposite side is Xiamen. Where is Meimei filming?" Wu Jingqi said.

Yu Dongqing nodded and replied.

"I will fly to Xiamen to meet her tomorrow."

"You have to make a big detour."

"yes."

Yu Dongqing knew that Wu Jingqi was talking about the flight route. Originally, the distance between the two was only more than 300 kilometers, but it required a detour and took more than an hour to arrive, which was not convenient.

Historical reasons.

Yu Dongqing suddenly thought of the nostalgia song written by Yu Guangzhong in that time and space.

When I was a child,

Nostalgia is a small stamp,

I'm over here,

Mother is over there.

It's a pity that without Yu Guangzhong in this time and space, there would be no such popular poem.

In fact, what Yu Dongqing likes more is another poem written by Yu Guangzhong: Four Rhymes of Nostalgia.

Moreover, this poem composed and sung by Luo Dayou is very nice.

Yu Dongqing was not very touched when she read this poem when she was in college, but now she is sitting in an ordinary village on the coast of Taiwan, looking at the seemingly distant mainland, and the nostalgia emanating from the poem leisurely , Yu Dongqing seemed to slowly feel it.

"Brother Yu, what are you thinking about?" Wu Jingqi couldn't help but ask when she saw Yu Dongqing looking at the sea in a daze.

"I definitely want a wife. No, I am my wife. A goodbye is better than a wedding." Liu Heping said with a smile.

After several months of filming last year, I have become very familiar with Yu Dongqing, and we talk very casually. However, my habit of always calling me Master has not changed, and now I have the additional title of Master Wife.

Yu Dongqing said several times that he would not change, so he let him go.

Now when I heard him say this again, he just smiled and hummed softly.

Give me a ladle of Yangtze River water, Yangtze River water

Yangtze River water like wine

The taste of drunkenness

It’s the taste of nostalgia

Give me a ladle of Yangtze River water, Yangtze River water

The voice was a little deep.

Of course Wu Jingqi was the first to listen to this song.

Can't help but be surprised.

Oh my God

It’s actually a new song!

She didn't dare to disturb the quiet listening.

When Yu Dongqing finished singing, she was about to speak when she suddenly heard a low sobbing sound. She suddenly turned around and saw the old lady standing behind them at some point, quietly wiping her tears.

"Grandma, what's wrong with you?" Wu Jingqi screamed and quickly took out a tissue from her bag and handed it to her.

"Thank you, it's nothing." Grandma wiped away her tears and said, "The song this gentleman sang just now was so touching. It reminded me of my deceased father."

"Your father? Is your hometown also in the mainland?" Yu Dongqing asked tentatively.

"Yes, my family's ancestral home is in Anxi, Fujian. My parents came to Baodao with the army in 1949. I was only over one year old at that time."

"So all your tea comes from Anxi!" Wu Jingqi interjected.

Grandma nodded.

"Actually, I don't like drinking tea. It was my father who drank tea. He turned out to be a teacher. After coming to Baodao, he took my mother and me to Penghu Island and started working with his old man in this village school. Our family settled down in this business and stayed there for more than seventy years."

"My dad is a very family-loving person. My grandparents are still in my hometown. When he was young, he didn't feel anything. When he retired and got old, he began to miss his hometown. He often said that fallen leaves must return to their roots."

"Grandma, haven't you returned to your hometown in the mainland to visit?" Wu Jingqi asked.

"The conditions were not allowed at first, but then the policy was relaxed, and my dad was ready to go back for a visit. Finally, he completed all the complicated procedures and bought the ticket. That night he was so excited that he couldn't sleep well." Grandma said slowly .

"He finally went back happily and met your grandparents!" Wu Jingqi said.

Grandma shook her head: "He didn't go back."

"Why, aren't the air tickets already booked?" Wu Jingqi was surprised.

"He was in poor health. He originally had a heart disease. He was too excited at night and suffered a heart attack. He was sent to the hospital, but he was not rescued and left with regrets."

"Ah?!" Wu Jingqi exclaimed.

"Later, my mother and I went back to my hometown to fulfill my father's wish. Unfortunately, things have changed. My grandparents have passed away, and my father is an only son. There is no longer his home there."

What a sad story.

"So, when I heard this gentleman singing this song just now, I thought of my father, who often sat here looking at the sea, pointing to the opposite side and saying to me, that is our hometown, where there is delicious tea. Delicious tangerines, and the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers further away. Sir, what's the name of your song?"

"Four Rhymes of Nostalgia."

"The name is really nice. You can see that your husband is a scholar." Grandma said.

"I don't dare to take it, I don't dare to take it." Yu Dongqing hurriedly said humbly.

I am in college, but I am not a scholar.

Only literati like Yu Guangzhong can be considered scholars, right?

"Sir, can you sing it again?" Grandma said.

Yu Dongqing did not refuse and hummed softly:

Give me a flower of wintersweet, wintersweet.

Mother's scent of wintersweet.

The fragrance of mother is the fragrance of country.

Give me a flower of wintersweet, wintersweet.

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