According to Maosheng, compared with the 37th year, the Xinghua Village in 70 years has not changed much, and the apricot forests are still dense, and the apricot blossoms all over the mountains are in full bloom in the wind. The people of Xinghua Village still live the life of a mountain family with sunrise and sunset. Thousands of acres of thin land with their meager income nervously cope with the slightly hungry stomachs of thousands of people.

When he said it, his tone was light and his expression was light. Faint as the clear water in the pond in front of the village, calm as a mirror, no waves. In fact, he deliberately concealed an important fact. That is, during the period of time he returned to the village, some of his behaviors and behaviors changed a lot. It was like a different person, which surprised and delighted the xylophone.

This change was already evident on his way back from leaving Nanjing. Maosheng, who didn't like to talk much, actually liked to chatter, like a rural housewife, chattering to the xylophone about all kinds of interesting stories and bad deeds when he was a child, as well as the ubiquitous beauty of Xinghua Village. The demeanor is courteous, and his expression is full of flattery. As the journey home progressed, the change became more and more pronounced, to the point of annoyance to the point of disgusting xylophone.

The xylophone's belly is obviously bulging and bulging, and it is inconvenient to move. Zhong Er in the abdomen often stretched out her arms and kicked her legs, so she kept putting her hands on her abdomen and rubbing them a few times from time to time. Contrary to Maosheng's increasingly excited mood, her mood became more and more depressed, and she spoke less and less. Even when it comes to saying it, it's just a word or phrase instead.

got off the train in the county seat, and before she had time to take a closer look at the county seat, she was dragged to the bus station by Maosheng with a gust of wind, and sat on a bus with an engine bursting and the whole body "clanging" in a daze. After an hour of dusty bumps, the car dumped the Maosheng family in the town of the Pak Son commune, got up and exploded, and drove dusty to the next station.

The xylophone was bumped by the car and felt like it was about to fall apart, and its legs were so numb that it couldn't stand up. She wanted to rest before she walked. Mao Sheng blinked his shining eyes and urged, we have to go quickly, there are still more than ten miles of mountain roads. Otherwise, you'll have to spend the night in the mountains.

Xylophone was frightened by Maosheng's words. She thought, how can I live in the mountains, if any wild beast comes, not to mention that the Jing'er people can't trot, and they will have to be eaten by wild beasts first. She hurriedly struggled to get up her clumsy body, took Jing'er's hand, followed Maosheng, and hurried towards the mountains east of the town, not even seeing how many streets and alleys there were in the town. It wasn't until the spring of the following year that Xylo, who had just become the women's director of the village, attended the work meeting held by the commune for the first time, and for the first time reacquainted himself with this small town with one street and three alleys.

The road into the mountain is narrow and rugged, and it is uneven. As the mountain rises, it zigzags upwards like a staircase, and is hidden in a valley with no end in sight.

The mountain was already a tender green, with sharp buds dotted with branches. Dense slender weeds emerge from the thick dead grass under the trees, swaying in the wind, exuding a strong smell of grass. Occasionally, a pair of chickadees suddenly scurried between the branches in front of them, and flew to the mountains in the distance, which were also green and yellow, dropping a few crisp chirps. A few more squirrels jumped on the trunks of a few tall coiled pine trees, their little vigilant eyes hurrying to see the slightest noise around them. As soon as there was movement, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At first, Jing'er was full of interest. He broke free of the xylophone's hand and ran to the front, shouting from time to time for Mao Sheng to catch a few chickadees or squirrels for him. Mao Sheng replied with a smile of "hey", hey, hey.

He used a towel to tie the ties of the two khaki canvas bags together, put the bags on his shoulders one after the other, and put his free hand around the xylophone's arm. From time to time, he wiped the beads of sweat rolling on his forehead for Xylophone, and gently stroked the back of her hand and buttocks with ulterior motives.

At this time, Xylophone unceremoniously opened his dishonest claws, glared at him fiercely, and said, If you want to die, aren't you afraid that the child will see it.

Mao Sheng smiled honestly for a while, and after a while, he repeated it again dishonestly.

Xylophone asked suspiciously, what's wrong with you, aren't you sick?

Mao Sheng just smiled, his face was red, but he didn't say anything.

After walking a few miles of mountain roads, Jing'er was obviously tired of running by herself. He couldn't get up on the mountain road, crying for Maosheng to carry on his back. Maosheng had no choice but to give up the xylophone, pick up Jing'er, and let the xylophone drag the bag behind him and walk towards the depths of the mountain together.

The xylophone born and raised in the city stepped into such a deep mountain for the first time, and the bitterness of Nanjing, the gloom of the journey, and the novelty of entering the mountain were gradually eaten away by the deeper and deeper mountains. The clumsy body is like a fluttering blade, bumped by the new green color all over the field, moving all the way, stumbling and involuntarily sinking into the deep greenery.

[End of Chapter]