When Mo Shaokang heard this, he suddenly looked at Song Shan's gaze and became a little surprised.

Where is Song Jiang and Song Shan's hometown, of course he knows, it is a poor and speechless mountain village, not to mention a remote mountain village now, even if it is an ordinary village, don't young people squeeze their heads and go outside?

Why did this boy think about going home all day long?

He couldn't figure it out.

However, Song Shan didn't say it, and he wouldn't get to the bottom of it.

Song Shan looked at him, and smiled slightly bitterly, he is eighteen this year, in the eyes of many people, he should be a vigorous and energetic person who rushes forward, there are too many people who don't understand him, he can't analyze them one by one, and someone will always know what he Song Shan wants to do in the future.

As for running away.

It's really an escape, if it weren't for Song Jiang's absence, he might not be able to leave as he wished.

When he was developing Jiangshan grain and oil in the early stage, he played a major role, which caused Song Jiang to rely on him too much now, and he had to ask him for his opinion on everything, which was not a good sign.

I really don't care.

Song Jiang may not be able to accept it.

Even now, Song Jiang still thinks that he is just working part-time, and the boss is Song Shan, and now Song Shan suddenly told him that he would definitely not be able to accept it if he left it alone.

But you can't go without walking.

He doesn't leave, in this country, he is the spiritual pillar, Song Jiang doesn't want to be independent in this life.

The next day, in the morning.

Song Shan first came to the factory, the plant in and out, the car in and out, the figure of the people, very busy, he first went to inspect the construction of the second phase of the factory in the harvest year, the harvest year is rich, so the plant was built very quickly.

The scale of the new plant is the largest of all the current plants, including the Xijing plant, which can accommodate nearly 3,000 people working at the same time, which will be more than eight times the efficiency of the old plant, and can be delivered in two months at most.

The office building, the circular six-storey building, will be ready to move in after the final renovation is completed in November.

He talked to the people at the construction company, and after learning about the situation, he didn't ask.

When he came to the office, he was very pressed for time, and met with Old Man Geng, Yu Mu, and Zhao Yongnian successively, and explained the next deployment of Fengnian and them.

In the current good year, with these three people as the decision-making level,

Old man Geng is the general manager, but he is old, mainly the problem of managing employees, Yu Mu and Zhao Yongnian, are vice presidents, relatively speaking, Zhao Yongnian is better than Yu Mu, although he is a technical background, but the overall situation is broad, and he is more atmospheric than Yu Mu.

Zhao Yongnian is regarded as the successor of Old Man Geng, but he is not strong enough in administration, he did not manage administration before, and if he wants to take on the development of Fengnian, he still needs to be supported.

Then Song Shan also independently met with the managers of Fengnian one by one, shocked people's hearts, and planned the future purpose of their department, and the matter was almost handled.

At noon, he didn't eat, and he rode King Suzuki from the prefecture early in the morning.

King Suzuki is now his precious mount.

Song Jiang is in and out of Audi cars, and there are drivers, and the freshness that King Suzuki has estimated has forgotten by him.

Came to town, a little hungry.

"Grandma Lin, a drawer of buns!"

Song Shan parked his motorcycle at a stall under a banyan tree.

This is not a breakfast stall.

The breakfast stall has long been closed, this is a bun stall, from six in the morning to three in the afternoon, rain or shine, all year round, and no matter whether anyone buys it, she will always be here.

"Little Shanzi!"

The owner of the stall was an old man, at least in her sixties, her hair was gray, she took a drawer of buns and put them in front of Song Shan, and took the initiative to mix vinegar and chili sauce on a small dish and send it over.

At this time, there was no business, and the grandmother took the initiative to sit down and talk to Song Shan: "It's been a long time since you came to grandma's place to eat steamed buns!"

"I've been busy lately!"

Song Shan said with a smile.

This grandma is Lin Xi's grandmother, what is her specific name, Song Shan really doesn't know very well, since junior high school, he has called him Grandma Lin, junior high school is in Mingyue Middle School, Mingyue Middle School is opposite Grandma Lin's stall.

Grandma Lin sets up a stall here every day.

"Xiao Shanzi, did you quarrel with Xiao Xi?" asked Grandma Lin.

"Nope!"

Song Shan wanted to quarrel, but he couldn't quarrel, Lin Xi had already gone to Yanjing, since Yongshi had said goodbye, now there was not even a news, and he couldn't handle his mood well, and he didn't know what kind of attitude to come up with to find her.

Fell in love.

But after the passion faded, in the face of their respective ideals and futures, they couldn't get out of the seven-year itch after all.

Now he saw her again.

That mood......

Indescribably complicated.

"I still said no, when Xiaoxi came back in October, I painted all the photos with you, and I secretly cried alone, thinking that grandma didn't know!"

Grandma Lin said in a deep tone: "Xiao Shanzi, this quarrel is not a big deal, you have to learn to let Xiao Xi go, Xiao Xi has been coquettish since she was a child, if she didn't accompany me, how could she endure hardships, a little temper should be!"

"Grandma, I know!"

Song Shan nodded.

It seems that Lin Xi didn't tell his grandmother that he didn't go to college at all.

After he finished eating the buns, he looked at his watch: "Grandma, it's past two o'clock, it's getting colder and colder, let's stop here today, I'll help you close the stall!"

"Okay!"

Grandma Lin regarded him as her grandson-in-law, so naturally she would not refuse.

The stall was cleaned up quickly, and there were three drawers of buns, Grandma Lin packed them up and asked Song Shan to take them back to eat, Song Shan was not polite, hung on the frame, he helped push the cart all the way, and personally sent Grandma Lin home.

Grandma Lin's house is in the north of the town, just behind the town government, a small two-story building.

But Grandma Lin lives alone, and the things in the house are obviously a little messy, Song Shan knows that Lin Xi is not at home, Grandma Lin is old, her memory is not good, and she lives alone, and sometimes she can't take care of it, so he stayed and cleaned it up vigorously.

When he mopped the floor, he walked to Lin Xi's room, thought about it, or opened the door and went in to see, the little girl's room, there were posters of the four heavenly kings, there were radios, neat tapes, and rows of books on the shelves, his eyes flickered, familiar and unfamiliar, in this time and space, he only hadn't been here for a few months, but in his last life, he hadn't seen him for decades.

After just one glance, he closed the door gloomily.

"Grandma, Xiaoxi is not at home, you are old, I left my phone number here, if you have anything, call me, I will be there with you." ”

Song Shan wrote down the phone number on a piece of hard paper.

He was a little worried about his grandmother's misconduct.

So he put it in his grandmother's usual purse, and then he rode towards the village of Abundance.

When he returned to the pass of the Rock Mountain, there was suddenly snow in the sky.

It's been getting colder lately.

But Song Shan didn't expect that the first snow in 97 would come earlier than in previous years.

The ferocity of this snowfall, he returned to the village from the mountain pass, his body was already dressed in silver, his hands were a little red and swollen from the cold, the cold wind was Xiaoxiao, the snow was fluttering, driving a motorcycle in this weather was too exciting, his face was blowing red, and his hair was straight.