Fengsheng Village, Song Family.

In the courtyard, under the old locust tree, there is a square table with a few small stools.

"Shanzi, it's time to eat!" Chen Ruhui walked out of the small kitchen with a few bowls of noodles and said to the room to the west.

"It's coming!"

Song Shan came out of the room and sat on the small bench.

There are three bowls of noodles on the square table.

"Noodles?"

He picked up a bowl and ate it in a big gulp, he could only drink porridge for the past few days, he was really a little hungry, and this noodle was still his favorite, a very familiar feeling, he almost forgot the taste.

The northerners love pasta, and the Qin people are also accustomed to taking pasta as the main thing.

臊子 means diced meat.

The noodles are diced meat, fungus, and eggs...... A lot of ingredients are cooked together to make some spicy noodles.

Chen Ruhui's best thing is to make noodles.

But in the last life, since Chen Ruhui died, Song Shan had not eaten the noodles once, no matter how delicious the noodles outside were, they didn't taste like that, and some tastes couldn't be made.

"You eat slowly!" Chen Ruhui watched Song Shan become fierce and fierce, and he was in a state of dying or alive when he just fell off the list a few days ago, and he was a lot happier in his heart.

"Baby!"

Song Jifang said while eating: "Dad has thought about it, since you want to read, let's read it for an extra year!"

He walked for two days and borrowed some money.

After thinking about it, let Song Shan study for one more year, the Song family can produce a college student, at least he can glorify his ancestors, this is a major event in the entire Fengsheng Village, and it will be hard.

It's just that the fourth child was wronged.

After the third and fourth high school entrance examinations, I am afraid that I will not be able to go to high school.

"Dad, I won't read it!"

Song Shan raised his head and looked at his father, who was actually young, only forty-five years old this year, but with white hair on his temples and wrinkles on his forehead, he was like a fifty or sixty-year-old man.

When he was reborn and saw his father again, he had the heart to kill himself.

How could he be so selfish in his previous life.

Why is it that he is alone in getting ahead, for the sake of his own unwillingness, but let his father bear this responsibility, it is not the son of man.

"Don't read it?"

When Song Jifang heard this, he was stunned for a moment, a few days ago, he had to repeat his studies for a year, why don't he say he won't read it now.

"Dad, I've figured it out!"

Song Shan said with a smile: "I have worked hard for more than ten years, from elementary school to junior high school, and then to high school, but I only got sick in the two days of the exam, maybe there is really no life for college students, and there is no money at home, so what's the use of tossing and tossing!"

College students are really popular these days.

Fengsheng Village is already poor, and every family does not have much savings, but they are still willing to lend money to their family for him to go to college, isn't it because he wants a college student in the village?

Song Shan also once thought that only by going to college could he change his fate and the fate of his whole family.

But when I went to university, I realized that society is still that society.

After the 21st century, there are college students everywhere, and doctoral students are not rare, but there are a few who are in the early stages, and some things seem to be not so persistent.

He has already enjoyed the life of a college student.

In this life, he had no intention of continuing to go to college.

"Baby, it's all Dad's fault, Dad is incapable!" Song Jifang blamed himself a little, in his eyes, Song Shan just forced a wry smile.

"I'm full!"

Song Shan ate a bowl of noodles and didn't have a drop of water left, put down the bowl, and walked outside: "Dad, I'll go to the village to have a look!"

"Go ahead, come back early!"

Chen Ruhui said.

After Song Shan left, Chen Ruhui looked at Song Jifang and said, "His father, I really don't let the baby go to read!"

"Hey!"

Song Jifang put down the bowl, sighed, took the dry cigarette gun next to him, took a few puffs, and said: "I borrowed everything I could, just this little money, let the third child study, and the fourth child will have to drop out of school!"

Chen Ruhui was silent for a moment.

The palms and backs of the hands are all meat.

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......

Walking on the familiar road of the village, Song Shan is somewhat familiar and a little unfamiliar.

"Shanzi!"

Someone said hello.

"Fat aunt?" Song Shan looked up, he was familiar with this fat aunt, even if the aunt who hadn't changed for more than 20 years, there were few in the entire Fengsheng Village.

"How can you do this, this baby, can the Yanshui River jump casually, it is a fairy who lives, no matter how good the water is, you don't dare to go down to touch the fish, you are not afraid of offending this water god, this time your life is big, if you say it's gone, it's gone, how sad your father and mother are......"

The fat aunt is enthusiastic and good-hearted, just one shortcoming, she loves to nag, and she can talk to you about things for ten miles and eight towns.

Song Shan fled in the wilderness.

At the head of Fengsheng Village, there is a big locust tree that several people can't roll away from holding hands, and under the tree is the place where the old people in the village can enjoy the shade, and a few old people put on a pair of chess and take turns to play, and there are many more onlookers around than those who play chess.

It's afternoon, and it's time for the group of old people.

Song Shan came up.

The game is the patriarch of the Song family, the old head of the Song family, and on the other side is the old man Feng of the Feng family, the showman in the village, who is more than ninety years old, and his body is very tough.

Fengsheng Village was a Fengsheng Brigade in that year, the whole village is now ninety-seven households, although it has been changed to a village system, but the following is still a production team to compile, there are three production teams, Fengsheng first team, most of the surnames are Feng, Fengsheng two teams, are all Song clan people, Fengsheng three teams are a little messy, surnamed Tong, surnamed Mo, surnamed Yu.

There is a village party secretary and the captain of the production team in the village, but the people who can speak are these two old men, and as soon as they speak, the Feng family and the Song family are obedient and obedient.

"Old Ghost Song, let's die this time!" Old Man Feng is a chess player.

"Feng Xiucai, don't be complacent!"

Old Master Song was a little whiskered and glared: "I haven't lost yet!"

"Old man, go on a horse!" Song Shan couldn't help but speak: "Has this horse come back to life soon!"

Two stinky chess baskets.

He just couldn't see it.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a pair of eyes around him suddenly looked at him.

"Hehe, it's still my family's Shanzi who is smart!" Song Lao raised his horse to meet the enemy, broke the siege and fought back, and suddenly became triumphant.

"Watching chess is silent, true gentleman, baby, why don't you understand the rules!"

Old Man Feng wanted to eat Song Shan with a pair of dead fish eyes.

"Hahaha, you go down, you go down, I'm just passing by, I'll disappear immediately!" Song Shan fled with a smile, none of these old guys are easy to deal with, it's not good to be entangled.

"This baby of the Jifang family seems to be different, even the Yanshui River jumped a few days ago, and he is going to die and live, but now he is alive!"

Old Man Song said softly.

"There is a great terror between life and death!"

Old Man Feng said lightly: "This baby will have a future in the future!"

......

Song Shan walked out of the village, went down along the village field, and finally came to the Yanshui River.

Yanshui River, coming from the west, flows to the east, runs through the entire jade capital, and goes straight to the Weishui of Yongshi, which is a river with a story, he died here, was born here, and always feels that there is an indescribable fate with this river.

He remembered that when he fell into the river again and died, he saw a light, a strong light.

This light seems to have sunk into the body.

After being reborn, he had examined his body countless times, and the only thing that was special, the place that was different, seemed to be the palm of his right hand.

He opened the palm of his right hand, and the palm came out, I don't know when, there was a very small and very small line, the texture and the palm print were intertwined, there was no color, and you couldn't see it if you didn't look carefully.

But if you look closely with a magnifying glass, these lines seem to depict a tripod.

He had a strange feeling that the strangeness in his body, the rebirth that had passed through twenty-two years, was because of the texture of the palm.

"In the last life, I made a vow here to lead the people of Fengsheng Village to prosperity, but in the end I didn't do it, so I died here, this may be cause and effect!"

Song Shan looked at the rushing river, his eyes hardened, and he made a decision in his heart: "Now God gives me another chance, I must fulfill my vow and fulfill my promise of abundance!"

In the previous life, Song Shan was able to go to university, and the people in the village gave him help, and when he left Fengsheng Village, he made a vow to take Fengsheng Village out of poverty and towards prosperity.

But gradually, under the influence of society, he only remembered himself, as if he had forgotten the abundance.

Sometimes he thinks that his drowning in this hot river may be God's punishment for himself.

Reliving a life, in addition to wanting a safe family, his biggest wish is to fulfill the oath he once made to this Yanshui River.