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"The magazine is on holiday?"
"Yeah." Fang Congyuan curled his lips, "It's been a few days."
"A relative here on Hong Kong Island has passed away. I will come back the day after tomorrow." Gao Yang began to explain intentionally or unintentionally.
"I will go back to Wenshan tomorrow, with my mother."
"Come back soon" The voice in the receiver was muffled, with obvious disappointment.
Fang Congyuan said nothing, just smiled and raised his eyebrows.
In the early morning of the 27th, mother and daughter got on the plane back to Jiangping.
It¡¯s been four years since I left.
As a prefecture-level city under Jiangping Province, Wenshan City did not build an airport, so the mother and daughter could only take the provincial capital city and then transfer to the train.
The train took eight hours and it was almost late at night when we arrived in Wenshan City.
Because spring break is here, the train station, which used to be sparse with pedestrians, is still full of people even on cold winter nights. The nearby hotels were all full, so the mother and daughter could only spend a high price to stay in a luxurious three-star hotel for one night.
Wenshan City is located in the southwest border, and Changshan Town is even more remote.
Even the county-level shuttle bus that communicates with the city only has one trip a day.
At six o'clock the next morning, the mother and daughter washed up early, rushed to the nearby bus station, and got on the shuttle bus back to Changshan Town.
The car traveled quickly through the wilderness, and the winter scenery outside the window gradually changed from overlapping small buildings to undulating mountains, as if it was a fall from civilization to wilderness.
Ridiculous yet profound.
After more than five hours of bumpy driving, the car stopped at a central station after bypassing the familiar Jiudao Bay.
A rusty iron sign hangs above the mottled wall. The four characters "Changshan Station" have been eroded by the years and are unsightly. The outside of the station should be a scene of grass and grass, but due to the sunset and snow in winter, it is buried in the stone. Under the ice.
However, the extremely high humidity and cold air did not seem to affect the joy of returning home to everyone in the car.
??Probably only the silent mother and daughter.
After getting off the bus, the small station was noisy and noisy, like boiling porridge.
"Can you still get the box that's banging?" the station attendant yelled at the top of his lungs.
Fang Congyuan was stunned and suddenly remembered that the trolley case was still at the back of the car. She waved to her and trotted over to drag the case.
Someone at the station looked over.
In this barren and desolate place, Fang Congyuan¡¯s dress is undoubtedly eye-catching. She gathered up her scarf, pulled her hat down a little, packed up her trolley suitcase and left the station quickly.
? and Fang Qiuju had a random bowl of noodles in the town, and the two of them left the market.
We walked slowly along the asphalt road, from the asphalt road to the stone road, and then from the stone road to the muddy path. It took us an hour and a half to reach the three-way intersection in Siping Village.
When you reach Sanchakou, home is not far away.
Fang Congyuan¡¯s tile-roofed house is built on the mountainside. Standing under the Huangguo tree at Sanchakou, you can only see a big blurry black mass. You have to climb up the strong branches of the Huangguo tree to see the simple chimney and fish pond.
The rollers of the trolley suitcase were worn away on the rugged mountain road. In the second half of the journey, Fang Congyuan was able to carry the suitcase halfway up the mountainside by half-dragling and half-carrying it.
The old brick and tile house has collapsed, and green seedlings are beginning to peek out from the cracks in the corners.
Fang Qiuju stepped forward and pushed the door open, scattering dust on the floor.
I don¡¯t know if it was Fang Congyuan¡¯s illusion, but it seemed that as she stretched out her hand, the whole tile-roofed house trembled.
"Mom, there shouldn't be anyone living here. Let's go to Teacher Tan's house."
Teacher Tan is a junior middle school Chinese teacher in the town. The house is built behind Fang Congyuan¡¯s house. It is an impressive blue brick house built more than ten years ago.
But now, the blue brick house is still the blue brick house.
The courtyard door is closed tightly.
Fang Congyuan stepped forward and knocked on the door. He knocked four or five times before anyone in the yard answered.
"Are you a bitch?"
"Ms. Liu, I am Xiaofang, Wang Fang." Fang Congyuan took out the red envelope that had been sealed in his pocket and handed it to her with a smile, "I wish you a happy New Year."
Aunt Liu was startled for a moment, and then glanced back. She reacted suddenly when she saw Fang Qiuju, "It's you two mothers who have come back! Xiaofang, you are a woman who has changed for the eighteenth century, and she is becoming more and more beautiful." Sigh."
She didn¡¯t accept the red envelope either. She just took a few steps back and opened the door wide. ¡°Come in, come in.¡±
Entering the back room, Fang Congyuan gave Tan, who was over fifty years old, a message again.Yuan narrowed his eyes and smiled perfunctorily.
"Ms. Liu, don't tell my mother about this yet."
"I have to."
"This is my phone number. If he comes back to see us, you can tell him."
"Don't worry about this."
On New Year¡¯s Eve, before the morning fog had cleared, it started to rain lightly.
Mother and daughter got up early in the morning and went to the mountain to visit Wang Gui¡¯s grave. The mountain road was extremely muddy, and before we got halfway there, there was already a circle of yellow mud on our trouser legs.
Fang Congyuan held an umbrella and tried his best to prevent the raindrops from hitting Fang Qiuju.
"Mom, what do you think my eldest brother will be like now?"
Fang Qiuju was stunned, not expecting that she would suddenly ask this question, but she soon fell into reminiscing about the beautiful past, and said intoxicatedly, "Dongdong was the most well-behaved when he was a child. Every time he saw me being beaten by him, he would He said, "Mom, don't cry," and would wipe my tears. Later, when he got older, he would stop his father from hitting me."
"When he was pregnant with you, he was very happy. He always said that he would catch pheasants for you to play with."
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"One time your grandma brought an egg to you. He refused to eat it, insisting on keeping it for your mother and sister."
"Every time he talks about having a younger brother, Dongdong frowns. If he talks about having a younger sister, he becomes extremely happy."
The slightly cold mountain wind blew in my face, and my eyes became wet unconsciously.
When Fang Congyuan secretly wiped away her tears and placed a handful of wild flowers she picked on the way up the mountain in front of Wang Gui's grave, she only had one thought left in her heart: If you really have a spirit in heaven, then please help me. Find my brother.
I don¡¯t need anything else.
A winter rain soaked the green hills.
The mother and daughter walked slowly along the rugged mountain road until only a few footprints remained at the end of the road. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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