The city is like a magician's pocket, like a sloping soybean, overwhelmingly crowded with people. Every street, every alley, every door, there are high-class animals that come and go. "Brother Xian" has a complicated work in the morning, getting up early to make breakfast, taking care of "auspicious" and "ruyi" dressing, washing, and accompanying the three mothers to eat. After sending off the third mother, "Brother Xian" took advantage of the interval to go home, relaxed, swayed and drove the car, not so much to enjoy the street scene and busy pedestrians, but to say that he was pondering, calculating, and inspecting the market environment, but he has not yet found a suitable opportunity, and he doesn't know what this opportunity is, maybe it's a news, a report, or someone's words. But "soldiers, the major affairs of the country, the place of death and life, and the way of survival, must not be ignored."

"Brother Xian" knows in his heart that although Zhao Lina is extremely happy with his current situation, and can finally stay with a family of four, Zhao Lina also knows that this is not his resignation and compromise, Zhao Lina has always hoped that he can take care of both inside and outside. When I got home, I cleaned up the restaurant, bedroom, and bathroom, and as soon as I turned on the TV, the news of the property market began, and the recent news was full of reports on the purchase restriction policy, which made the house price in this quasi-first-tier city rise from 8,000 yuan per square meter overnight to 12,000 yuan per square meter - before I had time to change the channel, the phone rang, and I answered it directly without looking at it: Hey-hello-who?

What are you? What ?—— a female voice said before she could finish speaking, she heard the man on the other end of the phone say: Did you make a mistake? The woman said loudly: No-no-Yoo Gyu-hyun -- is that you?

"Brother Xian" roughly knew who it was when he heard the voice, and looked at the mobile phone screen to confirm - Liu Chunyan, and quickly said: It's me-it's-you say-

How can you still do it? Mom--Death Day--It's coming, when do you see when you will go back?Liu Chunyan said in a low voice.

Okay-sister, I know, let's talk to you when I go back!" "Brother Xian" replied, looking up and seeing the "sea of all rivers" given by Mr. Li on the wall, I couldn't help but think of a couplet: dust to dust, earth to earth, and prosperity, but a handful of fine sand; "Brother Xian" thought to himself, maybe after this, it is time to look down on the bearish, let go of Liu Jianjian, let go is to bear, let go of the empty can be accommodated, life is to learn from the scriptures, and after nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties can obtain the true scriptures, and the merits are complete.

Ben didn't want to go back to his hometown, to pick up the pieces, to examine the marks that time had left on it, to relive that old dream, or a nightmare. But his mother, Yang Caixia, the person who brought him to the world, was also the first person to make him lose his family affection, he could no longer clearly outline her face in his memory, only vague, drip memories, like raindrops in front of the eaves, clicking, unable to connect, falling on the stone slab, and falling to pieces.

In the southeast of the provincial capital, deep in the mountains, all the cities and villages stand according to the Fanqing River, the Qishui River stretches out from the deep mountains into the Fanqing River, and the natural villages are formed on both sides of the Qishui River. The century-old stone bridge across the inlet of the Qishui River has become the only way for the surrounding villages to enter and exit, the former site of the township, the former site of the supply and marketing cooperatives is still at the bridgehead, and the mottled wall can occasionally see Chairman Mao's quotations, walking along the river, the distance between the mountains on both sides is getting closer and closer, like lovers lying in each other's arms, and there are more than 20 villages of all sizes scattered along the river or halfway up the mountainside.

Due to the special congenital conditions and geographical location of the stone bridge, the bridge has naturally formed a political, economic and cultural center, Hexi is the township, supply and marketing cooperatives and other institutions, and Hedong is the central primary school and middle school. The customary single-day market, in front of the mountain and behind the mountain, inside and outside the mountain, all come to the market, buy some clothes, fabrics, needles and threads, toys, snacks, food, drink, and play.

"Brother Xian" is at the head of the bridge, and the "Sichuan Road" is passed on by word of mouth, and the people here are also called "Sichuan people". Yang Caixia, home is at the source of the Qishui River, relative to the "virtuous brother", is the "mountain people", living in the middle of the mountain, the living environment is relatively difficult, in the original material scarcity era, in front of the house and behind the house, up and down the mountain, are crops, but the crops that depend on the sky to eat can be imagined, and later returned to the forest, immigrants relocated, only to move to the new rural resettlement site in Qiaotou.

After Yang Caixia finished attending the primary school at the foot of the mountain, she came to the junior high school in Hedong to study, and she has been living in the simple dormitory of the school, the huge house, which is transformed from an abandoned classroom, with uneven earthen walls, newspaper pasted window frames, and a large shop, where there are about 10 black and thin girls, but their faces are full of sunny smiles, and hungry and thirsty for a better life.

Yang Caixia had just finished junior high school and could have continued her studies with her excellent academic performance, but under the idea of "preference for sons over girls" and "girls should know how to read" at that time, her parents asked her to go home to help the family do farm work, and began to find her in-laws. The unwilling Yang Caixia is like a small wildflower beside the mountain road, in this cramped mountain pass, lonely fang admires herself, blooms and thanks, thanks and opens, green and yellow, yellow and green. One day when hoeing in the ground, I met her elementary school classmates, the two sat on the ridge, Yang Caixia looked at the classmate's outfit with envy, only to know that she was an apprentice in a state-owned barber shop in the county, and she was going to open a barber shop by herself in the future, and she was also recruiting apprentices in the near future, she could take her there. Yang Caixia was immediately moved, went home and argued with her parents, and the next morning she left quietly with a roll on her back, with the money she had secretly saved, and left a note. The umbilical cord-like mountain road, the bare trees, like the body hair of the mountain turmoil, rubbed against the high passion. Cars are like viruses in science fiction movies, squirming under the skin of the mountains, and mist covers the windows from time to time. Anxious people, with their clumsy fingers, painted the world on the car window.

Three years later, when the wheat blooms. The newborn dew soaked the trouser legs, and the pregnant feet were full of pollen, tender yellow and plump. The small flowers on the ridges of the fields set the large wheat fields with gorgeous skirts, or tassels. The old bus stopped at the gate of the township, a beautifully dressed, different from the people around the curly-haired girl walked off the bus, the villagers looked up and down in surprise, and the passing junior high school teacher shouted: Yang Caixia, you are back - it's you!

Yang Caixia - after the washing of the outside world, it is like being reborn, turning a "astringent girl" into a "pretty girl", although it is not a heavy makeup, with an open back and a waist, but it is also considered to be generous, it is already very amazing for this closed mountain village, like the acacia flowers by the courtyard, in the fragrance of the wind and flowers, there is shyness, there is also enthusiasm, unrestrained and rushed towards the nose, and the latecomer became vain, and the sense of smell is full of the fragrance of acacia flowers, and there is no other place where the fragrance of flowers is inserted. Like above the clouds, or on the top of a high mountain, a piece of greenery, as if the whole body was lost, and there was no trace of itself when it turned around. It's more like cooking tea in a clear spring in the forest, in the astringent mist, completely outside, the breeze comes in the wide silk shirt, and every pore is awakened, devouring the delicate and shy.