area51novel Chapter 58 Bidding Farewell to Fellow Villagers and Tearfully Leaving My Homeland
Chapter 58 Bidding Farewell to Fellow Villagers and Tearfully Leaving My Homeland
Chapter 58 Bidding Farewell to Fellow Villagers and Tearfully Leaving My Homeland
I. As dawn breaks, we prepare to set off.
As dawn broke, a faint, pale white light began to appear on the eastern horizon.
The entire town of Qinglong was still shrouded in silence; no roosters crowed, no smoke rose, and only a cool morning breeze gently swept through the streets and alleys.
Chen Shanhe and Su Wanjing had gotten up early and carefully packed the last of their belongings.
Wanjing squatted by the kang (a heated brick bed), carefully tying the small bundle tightly, her fingertips gently stroking the cloth.
She looked out the window, her eyes revealing a deep longing for her homeland, yet also a resolute determination to follow her lover to the ends of the earth.
Chen Shanhe stepped into the courtyard, his gaze falling on the Harley-Davidson heavy motorcycle worth five or six hundred thousand yuan.
He reached out and gently stroked the gleaming car body; the metal was cold, yet its aura was exceptionally powerful and imposing.
The streamlined body gleamed in the dim light, exuding a majestic and imposing presence.
This car is not just a means of transportation, but also the source of his confidence to travel to the provincial capital and hold his head high.
He turned back and took one last deep look at the Su family's old house.
The door was tightly closed, and Grandpa Su Zhenshan and Uncle Su Mingyuan were still fast asleep.
This journey is long and arduous; I don't know when I will be able to set foot on this homeland again.
My heart was filled with a mix of emotions: concern, reluctance, ambition, and responsibility.
But his steps remained steady, without the slightest hesitation.
The vow I made last night is already etched in my heart:
I will go to the provincial capital and make a name for myself with my medical skills. I will make a name for myself and return in glory, living up to the expectations of my fellow villagers, my family, and Wanjing.
After getting ready, Wanjing walked gently to his side, stretched out her slender hand, and firmly grasped his palm.
Her voice was soft, yet exceptionally firm:
"Shanhe, let's go."
Chen Shanhe turned to look at her, his eyes filled with tenderness, yet also with an unwavering strength.
He nodded heavily, uttering only one word, yet it carried the weight of a thousand pounds:
"Walk."
With a single command to set off, the ends of the earth are within sight.
Poems as proof:
The first light of dawn marks the start of a new journey.
The iron cavalry gleamed, their spirit soaring.
My heart is already pledged to the ends of the earth.
We will live up to our home and our feelings.
II. Neighbors send their heartfelt wishes
The news that Chen Shanhe was heading to the provincial capital spread like wildfire throughout the streets and alleys of Qinglong Town.
The villagers got up, put on their coats and tied their belts, and hurried towards the village entrance.
In no time, the area under the old locust tree was packed with people.
Men, women, young and old, neighbors and fellow villagers—all familiar faces, brimming with sincere affection.
Although everyone was reluctant to part, they all remembered that they had already sent food and local products a few days ago, and they would not add any more burden today.
Aunt Zhang Cuilan, who lives next door, stepped forward, gently took Wanjing's hand, and looked at her with affection.
"Daughter, take good care of yourself while you're away, don't make yourself suffer."
Uncle Li Shoutian from the west end stepped forward, patted Chen Shanhe on the arm, and spoke in a serious tone.
"We are an honest family, and wherever we go, we must act uprightly and behave properly."
The oldest among them, Grandpa Wang Qingshan, leaned on his cane and spoke in a trembling voice, his voice full of concern.
"Always remember your family, come back whenever you have time, the villagers are all waiting for you."
The crowd stood around him, speaking gently and considerately.
"Shanhe, keep up the good work, we're proud of you!"
"Wanjing, take care of yourself. Safety is more important than anything else."
"Have a safe journey and a bright future!"
Each word of advice, simple and sincere, warmed the heart and touched the soul.
The room was filled with warmth and reluctance to part; silence spoke volumes.
Chen Shanhe looked at the crowd, his eyes slightly moist, his heart filled with turmoil.
Su Wanjing's eyes were already red, with tears welling up in them, but she still nodded with a smile.
This land, these villagers, ask for nothing in return, only wishing for peace and well-being.
I do not seek wealth and status, but only peace, prosperity, and a bright future.
Poems as proof:
Neighbors gathered to see him off.
Holding sincere feelings in my hands.
A thousand words are filled with warmth.
A sincere heart is worth a fortune.
Third, the elder gazed intently, tears welling in his eyes.
Su Zhenshan and Su Mingyuan walked slowly from the direction of the old house.
Grandpa has a full head of white hair and a face full of wrinkles, etched with the vicissitudes of time, yet he stands upright and straight at this moment.
His cloudy gaze was fixed on the two of them, his eyes filled with reluctance and deep concern.
Her lips trembled slightly, a thousand words welled up in her heart, yet she found it difficult to utter them.
So much worry, so much expectation, so much heartache, but when it came to my lips, it all turned into a trembling word of advice.
"Take care on your journey."
Though the three words are light, they carry immense weight, embodying the full sentiments of the elders.
Su Mingyuan stood to the side, his eyes already red, tears welling up in them.
He stepped forward, extended his rough, broad hand, and patted Chen Shanhe heavily on the shoulder.
The force was steady and powerful, full of trust and reliance.
"The mountains and rivers, the tranquility, are now in your hands."
Chen Shanhe felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and his voice became firm, each word ringing out.
"Uncle, don't worry, I will definitely do it."
The two elderly people looked at their younger generation who was about to leave, their eyes filled with reluctance and deep affection.
A man may aspire to roam the world, but when the moment of parting truly arrives, how can he not feel longing and heartache?
Wanjing could no longer hold back and gently stepped forward to hug her grandfather's thin shoulders.
"Grandpa, Dad, we're leaving."
"Okay, okay..." Su Zhenshan nodded repeatedly, tears finally streaming down his face.
A thousand words are left unsaid, all eyes see; countless worries are poured into tears.
Poems as proof:
The elder gazed intently, his expression filled with profound meaning.
Before I could utter a thousand words, tears welled up in my eyes.
Though my body is gone, my heart remains bound to you.
We eagerly await your return, full of vigor and high spirits.
IV. Bowing and vowing to return to a glorious home
Chen Shanhe gently took Su Wanjing's hand, and the two stood side by side under the old locust tree at the village entrance.
Facing the villagers who came to see them off, and their grandfather and uncles who looked on with concern, they slowly bent down, bowed deeply, and performed the three-bowing ceremony.
I bow to my homeland, which nurtured me, and express my gratitude for the nourishment it provided.
We bow twice to our neighbors for their care and support, and to remember their daily help and kindness.
We bow three times to our elders, showing our deep affection and respect for our blood ties.
"Thank you so much for your kindness, fellow villagers. We will remember you forever and never forget you!"
He slowly straightened up, his gaze as firm as iron, his expression resolute, and his voice powerful and clear, echoing throughout the village entrance.
"On this trip to the provincial capital, I will be down-to-earth, uphold medical ethics, practice medicine to help people, and take one step at a time to carve out my own path!"
"No matter how bumpy the road ahead, I will remain true to my original aspiration and will never let down the high hopes of my fellow villagers or the expectations of my family!"
"When I achieve my goal, I will surely return home in glory, bringing honor to my hometown and making Qinglong Town proud because of me!"
The oath was resounding, every word sincere, and every sentence responsible, moving all the villagers present.
Su Wanjing nestled close to him, her eyes filled with trust and determination, her heart brimming with peace and reliance.
Chen Shanhe turned around and carefully helped Wanjing sit on the back of the Harley.
Wanjing stretched out her arms and gently hugged his waist, pressing her cheek against his back tenderly, hiding all her longing and reluctance in this embrace.
Chen Shanhe took one last deep look at Qinglong Town, at the familiar streets and alleys, and at his tearful neighbors and relatives.
All the reluctance and worries have been transformed into the strength to move forward.
He gripped the handlebars and twisted the throttle.
The Harley-Davidson motorcycle emitted a deep and domineering roar, its momentum unstoppable and its presence awe-inspiring.
The iron cavalry galloped away, kicking up a light cloud of dust, heading towards the distance, towards the provincial capital, towards a brand new future.
Behind me lay the deep affection for my homeland, my eyes brimming with tears;
Ahead lies a vast expanse of wind and boundless hope.
Poems as proof:
He bowed deeply to bid farewell to his homeland.
With a roar, the iron cavalry swept through the dust of war.
When he returns home in glory years later
I will live up to the expectations of my fellow villagers and my own conscience.