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Chapter 1 The man who committed suicide by jumping into the river

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    "Dididi-dididi¡ª¡ª"

    The melody and regular alarm sound woke up Lin Yao who was in a light sleep.

    Last night, she was busy until 2 am in order to sort out the remaining materials. She reached for the mobile phone on the bedside table, turned off the alarm clock, rubbed her red and swollen eyes and sat up from the bed.

    It is 7:30 in the morning, and she needs to pack her luggage immediately after washing, have breakfast, check out of the hotel, and then catch the 9:00 am bus to another town in the same city.

    She is a recorder of folk culture and has traveled all over the world. This year, her goal is to be the three major tourist cities in the south of country m, which are known as the "hometown of elves".

    She has already completed the records of the other two cities, and the climate has changed from the beginning of spring to the golden autumn of October in a blink of an eye. Looking out the window at the farmers harvesting crops, Lin Yao can't help but lament how fast time goes by.

    After taking care of herself, Lin Yao put her belongings into her backpack. She doesn't have many things, a mobile phone, a digital camera, a tablet computer, and a change of clothes. These are all she has.  luggage.

    Going downstairs to the dining room, the landlady and the proprietress had already prepared breakfast, and smiled and asked her to sit down for dinner in M ??Mandarin with a strong dialect accent.  Lin Yao smiled brightly, and thanked her in M ??Mandarin.

    This is Lin Yao's second year in Country M, and his Mandarin is much more fluent than when he first came here.

    Although there is an international common language, Lin invites to go to some small rural towns, and the records are local folk customs, so it is necessary to know some languages ??of the country.

    Seeing Lin Yao's backpack, the hospitable proprietress regretted to keep her for a few more days.

    Lin Yao declined with a smile. Although she also likes this place very much, she has been in this town for long enough. If she doesn't leave, it may be difficult to complete the following records.

    She assured the proprietress that if she came here again in the future, she would definitely stay in her homestay again, which made the proprietress smile.

    After breakfast, Lin Yao said goodbye to the proprietress.  The proprietress sent her out of the yard, hugged her gently, and whispered in M ??Mandarin with dialect beside her ear: "Bon voyage, 'Cadmus'."

    "Cadmus" is a word that Lin Yao only heard after he came to this town. It is a local dialect and means "lucky and blessed child".

    According to her folklore survey, a long time ago there was a child named Cadmus who was blessed by an elf in the town, who made great contributions to the town¡¯s harvest and safety.  The form survived.

    ?Waving goodbye, Lin Yao felt mixed feelings when he saw the proprietress's reluctance.

    ? Since she was engaged in the work of recording folk culture, there have been times when she has established relationships with the local people, but whenever she parted, she was very chic without any nostalgia.

    She is used to parting, so separation is not uncomfortable for her at all.

    "It seems that the stay time will be shortened in the future." Lin Yao said to himself.

    Everyone is a passer-by in life to her, and she thinks that she should also be a passer-by to other people.

    Don't intrude too much into other people's lives, and don't let others intrude into your own life, this is the principle she has followed in recent years.

    She is just a recorder, not a story writer.

    ?Take out your mobile phone to confirm the time, it is now 8:20 in the morning, and it should take more than half an hour to walk to the bus stop in the town.

    The day's plan is in the morning, and from time to time there are people's busy voices from the houses on both sides of the road to start the day.

    Passing by a bakery, the clean glass window reflects the appearance of a passing woman.

    That's Lin Yao.

    She wears a neat ponytail, a casual shirt and trousers that are easy to move, and a digital camera that she relies on for survival is hung on her chest.  Untouched by the purity and sunshine of the world.

    All the people who saw Lin Yao for the first time probably felt like this.  He thought she was a naive, romantic, pure, and refined girl.

    However, Lin Yao knew very well that these were all illusions.

    She is 26 years old this year, and she has long since lost the word "girl".  Moreover, even the number 26 is only a conservative estimate.

    A fire 8 years ago took away all her past, she couldn't remember who she was, and no one knew who she was.

    So sheThe apricot eyes stared straight at him without hesitation, as if they wanted to see through his soul.

    The man opened his mouth, and from his hoarse throat due to drowning came a language that Lin Yao hadn't heard for a long time: "Are you from H country?"

    The man spoke H Mandarin. Although it was very pure, Lin Yao could still hear some southern accents of H country in his accent from those few words.

    Lin Yao was a little dazed for a moment.

    After waking up, she lost all her past. Country h is only a nominal motherland to her. She has no sense of belonging, and she is home everywhere.

    During the journey, she often meets compatriots from the motherland, and greets them in H Mandarin, but she can clearly feel that she is different from them.

    She has no home, and the motherland is just a place name for her, nothing more.

    She nodded mechanically.

    She is from H country, there is nothing wrong with that, that's what is written in the passport, and she can't deny it.

    However, after the man saw her nodding, ripples gradually appeared in those energetic eyes.  I don't know if it's Lin Yao's illusion, it seems that there is wet river water sliding down his temples: "Can you say a few more words? I haven't heard my hometown dialect for a long time."

    hometown?

    Lin Yao's body was a little stiff, the place that was just a place name to her was home to this man.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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