右溪记 | 一场不可逆的故事摘要：右溪记 | 一场不可逆的故事 一、相逢无定期 南方的雨总是特别大。每当下雨的时候，右溪水便会奔腾而来，冲刷着渔船。在这个渔村，每个人都会告诉你一些关于右溪的故事。有人说，它
一、相逢无定期
南方的雨总是特别大。每当下雨的时候，右溪水便会奔腾而来，冲刷着渔船。在这个渔村，每个人都会告诉你一些关于右溪的故事。有人说，它是一个有灵性的生命体，会深入人心，有人则说，它是那条河流里面最黑暗的东西，众所周知的是，人们好像都害怕它，即使那些最英勇的渔民也不例外。
人们总是希望能得到更多，而右溪却彻底扭曲了人们的心智。那条河水吞噬了这个小村庄里的每一栋房子，每一只船。但人们始终无法想象出，右溪水全部退却之后，反常地拥有如此纯洁的美。水气蒙蒙的天空下，一位稚气未脱的少年和一个年过四旬、外貌平庸的中年男子走在空荡荡的村庄街道上。
“萤火虫？我很少见到它们。”少年说道，“它们不都只出现在夏天吗？” 中年男子不知该说什么，顶多只能半信半疑地笑一声。“蒂姆”，男子轻轻说着，“你还很年轻，相信你会见到更多的奇妙之物。”两人停在了一个破旧的店门前。仅留下的一块发光的招牌，标记着这个不常常营业的地方。营业的情况好像并不太好。\" 哦，这里啊？\"男子轻轻地把门拉开，接着努力把几箱子货物举了起来，带着少年们走进店铺。他将他们放在一块桌子上，试图吸引这个孩子的注意力。“这一个是我从海外带回来的。北极的鳕鱼和河里——”他用手指了一下窗外，“——游来游去的小鱼。”
“蒂姆注意到了男人手臂上的慢性伤疤。他思绪万千，却始终无法摆脱自己心中的思考。他清楚地知道那只萤火虫可能只是他在前往村子的一路上偶然遇到的某种事物，或者是那个年龄的孩子才看得到的永远追求的成长。而那个男人，他究竟在寻找什么？”
二、追寻光亮
“请问你为什么会来到这里？”男人问，“你的父母在哪？”蒂姆沉默了下来，想了想后只是摇摇头。更说不上什么了。他又问：“你要去一个地方吗？”小男孩轻轻点了点头。没有他想去的地方，只是这里的风景和气息在他的脑海里越来越清晰。
“也许就是这个小村庄你在等着我。”男人一边说一边从桌上翻出了一个日记本。手指随意地略过一页页，到了最后一页，他停下来了。
“名字叫Leo的那个男孩在这里出生，在这里他也离开了人世。他的父亲在这里生活了很久，在这里结束了自己的人生。他留下了两个孩子，他们等待着人们又回到这个村庄。你喜欢这个地方吗？”
蒂姆用力地点了点头。他感到了一种空前绝后、从未有过的感情，淹没了他的心灵。这是他所在的所有小村庄之中，没有过的一种感觉。他决定留下来，这里的意义已经太过分明，太过强烈。
三、知音难求
第一次，他在逛街时间与男人交谈时招募了一个不健全的知者。不过70岁的鲍伯只是给了一个谦虚的微笑。他并没有告诉蒂姆他自己在这个村子里度过了60年的时光，也没有告诉他他的同伴——那位男人——在很久以前便曾经找过他。鲍伯看到蒂姆半天没有说话，就解释说：“这个地方生活得很美好，可惜的是，人来人往，再美好的地方也容易被遗忘。”
“这个人的名字叫什么？”蒂姆最终追问。“福莱勒，福莱勒·高夫。”鲍伯用缓慢优美的口音回答。他微笑着，有些恍惚，也有些忧郁。
只有当两个亲近的心灵深入交流时，这个小村庄才会展现出它最真实的一面。尽管如此，人们依然无法完全看到它的全部。它似乎有着另一种境界，展现的透明度在每个人的眼中各不相同。
蒂姆在这里找到了一些令他感到欣慰的知音，它们能够给他的生活带来希望的火花，信仰以及尚未出现的最好的东西。
原文：Right Creek Chronicles | One Irreversible Story
I. No fixed meeting#
The rain in the south is always particularly heavy. When it rains, the Yousi River rushes over and washes away the fishing boats. In this fishing village, everyone will tell you some stories about Yousi. Some people say that it is a spiritual living body, which can penetrate into people's hearts. Others say that it is the darkest thing in that river, as everyone knows, people seem to be afraid of it, even the bravest fishermen are no exception.
People always hope to get more, but Yousi has completely twisted people's minds. The river water devours every house and every boat in this small village. But people have never been able to imagine that after all the Yousi water recedes, it has such a pure beauty. Under the misty sky, a youthful boy and a dull middle-aged man walked on the empty streets of the village.
\"Did you see the fireflies? I rarely see them.\" The boy said, \"Aren’t they only appearing in summer?\" The middle-aged man didn't know what to say, he could only smile half-heartedly. \"Tim,\" the man said softly, \"You are still young, I believe you will see more wonderful things.\" The two stopped in front of a run-down store. Only one glowing sign was left, marking this rarely opened place. Business seems to be not very good. \"Oh, here?\" The man gently opened the door and then tried to lift several boxes of goods, leading the boys into the store. He put them on a table and tried to attract the child's attention. \"This one was brought back from overseas by myself. The cod from the Arctic and the little fish swimming in the river outside-\" he pointed to the window outside, \"-.\"
\"Tim noticed the man's chronic scars on his arm. He was lost in thought, and he could never get rid of his thinking. He clearly knew that the firefly he just saw was just something he happened to encounter on his way to the village, or the growth that the child of that age always pursued. What is the man looking for?\"
II. Pursue the Brightness
\"Why did you come here?\" The man asked, \"Where are your parents?\" Tim became silent and just shook his head after thinking about it. He had nothing to say. Then he asked, \"Are you going somewhere?\" The boy nodded slightly. There is no place he wants to go, just that the scenery and breath here are becoming clearer in his mind.
\"Maybe this little village is the place you're waiting for,\" the man said, while he turned out a journal from the table. He casually flicked through the pages with his finger, and then stopped at the last page.
\"The boy named Leo was born here, and he also left the world here. His father lived here for a long time and passed away here too. He left two children, and they are waiting for people to return to this village. Do you like this place?\"
Tim nodded heavily. He felt an unprecedented feeling, drowning his soul. This is a feeling that he has never had in any of the small villages he was in. He decided to stay, the significance of this place has been too obvious.
III. Rarity of Bosom Friends
The first time, he recruited a sick sage when he was chatting with the man. However, 70-year-old Bob just gave a humble smile. He didn't tell Tim that he has spent 60 years in this village, nor did he tell him that his companion—the man—had found him a long time ago. When Bob saw that Tim had been silent for a while, he explained, \"The place is living beautifully, but unfortunately, people come and go. Beautiful places are easy to forget.\"
\"What is the name of this person?\" Tim finally asked. \"Foller, Foller Gao Fu.\" Bob replied with a slow and beautiful accent. He smiled, somewhat trance-like and melancholy.
Only when two close souls deeply communicated, can this small village reveal its truest side. Even so, people still cannot fully see all of it. It seems to have another realm, and the transparency it shows is different in each person's eyes.
Tim found some comforting bosom friends here, they can bring sparks of hope, faith, and the best things that have not yet appeared to his life.
