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Chapter 442 The devastated elementary school is as sad and heart-wrenching as poetry

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    Today, the talented man arranges everything that should be arranged tomorrow.

    Back home, he said to Hashungerili: "Tomorrow, I'm going back to my hometown. I miss my mother, and I want to see her old man."

    Hashun Gerili looked at the wit in surprise, and asked, "Why do you miss your mother all of a sudden? Is there something wrong with your mother? Is there something you are hiding from me?"

    Facing Hashungerili's series of questions, the wit didn't know how to answer her for a while.  The talented man thought for a while and said: "No, if there is anything wrong there, my father would have called me. I just suddenly remembered that my mother had a backache a few years ago, and I just wanted to go home and see her, nothing else.  "

    Hashungerili said: "If this is the case, I can rest assured. I thought something happened to your mother?"

    The talented man said: "At this time, I also feel that suddenly thinking about going home will make people feel a little bit wrong. But the two old people are really fine. Maybe you think I haven't been home for a long time, this sudden return  Everyone feels that something will happen, don¡¯t worry, nothing will happen.¡±

    Hasshungerili said: "Then I will go with you. Anyway, the eldest son can go out with his arms. Now that the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, it is not too cold or hot to go out. I really want to go out and have a look."

    The talented man was naturally happy when he heard it. It must be that his mother hadn't seen her grandson for a long time, and she probably missed her grandson too.

    Early the next morning, the talented man took Hashungerili and his son on the road.  Along the way, Caizi asked Lao Hai to drive the car more slowly, so that Hasshungerili and the children could feel more comfortable, and at the same time, they could also see the scenery on the roadside.

    Going home this time, the car walked for nearly two hours, and slowed down for more than half an hour according to the usual normal speed.

    As the car drove into the village, Cai Zi deliberately looked in the direction of the elementary school where he had studied.  Because he had a phone call with An Zhan, which brought back some memories of his childhood, including the elementary school he had attended.

    This elementary school is on the side of the road, but it is not on the same road as the old house of the wit's family. The wit asked Lao Hai to turn into the road of the elementary school on purpose.

    From a long distance, I saw that the former elementary school on the side of the road was completely devastated. Although the house and the wall were still there, the windows of the house were gone, not even a piece of glass.  This way, it looks a little desolate.

    The yard is full of black slime, and the black coal dust of the slime has covered the entire room of the former classroom.  An old forklift parked next to a slime pile.

    The jeep drove him slowly to the place where he used to study. Facing such a scene, the wit was deeply moved.

    This house has been around for decades, and with these slime powders, it is extremely old and dilapidated.

    The talented man got off the car, and he walked to each classroom on the slime powder, and some childhood memories suddenly came to life.

    ?Because there was no glass in the classroom windows in the past, only the window frames were left without a trace of shelter.  At a glance, you can see the roof and walls hung with black coal powder.  Coal powder half a meter thick had accumulated on the floor of the house, and there was no trace of life in it, not even a mouse's paw print.

    Talented scholars are in this classroom where Lao Ya, Zhang Mingyun, and Zhao Lixin used to study.  He couldn't remember where he had been in that position, where Lao Ya, Zhang Mingyun, and Zhao Lixin were sitting at that time.

    He stopped in front of the old classroom window for a moment, and turned around to look at the surrounding walls. This wall was not the one that used to be, but it should have been newly built later. The wall at that time was not so high, and it was made of stone.  At that time, there were tall pagoda trees inside and outside the old fence. In this season, clusters of white and reddish pagoda trees would hang all over the branches, and some pagoda trees on low branches would be covered with flowers.  Stripped down.

    Children would chase and fight under this slime pile in what used to be a playground.

    The genius looked at it for a while, then slowly returned to the car.

    Hasshun Gerili looked at the gloomy face of the talented man and said, "Genius? It seems that you are really getting old! You already like to recall the past. People say that those who like to recall the past are already old."

    The talented man looked at his son's little face and said, "If you have a daughter and a son, can you not be old? We are indeed getting old! Then our parents will be getting older!"

    Lao Hai said: "This is the law of nature, who can resist it! Chairman, shall we go?"

    The wit said: "Hi! Let's go back to the old house and have a look."

    Hashunge Rili said: "Isn't your house not built for many years? It's still called an old house."

    The talented man said: "It's not too young. We didn't know each other when we built that house, and it was almost ten years. At that time, I sent money back, and my father built the old house."

      Xiaotao said, "I'll look for them at the other end of the field."

    The wit said, "No need, let's drive there."

    Xiao Tao looked at the talented man's car and said, "This guy can walk, so let's get in the car."

    A few people got into the car, and the car turned to the other side of the field along the dirt road after a while.  From a long distance, the talented man saw his parents digging the ground.

    The talented man asked Xiaotao, "Are those farm machines you built specially for these farmers?"

    Xiaotao said: "Yes, not only farming but also target land, plowing and so on. In autumn, we have to harvest corn, pull corn, beat corn, and pull corn stalks?"

    The talented man said: "So, machines are used for farming now?"

    Xiaotao said: "It's all machines, unless those small plots that don't form a piece of land are artificially cultivated, few of them use artificial cultivation." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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