Xinghua Village has entered the winter of 1985.

This season should be a silvery time when the cold wind is howling and the snow is flying all over the sky. However, this year's winter snow is long overdue. It was only when it was close to Xiaohan that some snow began to fall sparsely. But it's not big, a thin layer, just covering the surface.

Between the high ridges on the side of the ditch, there is a black frozen soil exposed, and the gray-white mountain rocks with fangs and sharp teeth on the surrounding hillside are far away. It seems to be mocking the warmer and warmer winter, laughing at it that it has long lost the cold and cold of its previous years. Even the trees and withered grass all over the mountains are like people who have stripped off their clothes, standing naked in the clear clear light, shyly swinging their smooth bodies back and forth, and panickedly covering the hidden shame that is not in harmony with the season. But they couldn't cover it tightly, so they helplessly let these frozen soil and mountains and rocks open their minds, mock and laugh as much as they want.

In such a scene, Xinghua Village welcomed a rare white "Shanghai" brand car. The xylophone artist finally waited for a rare distinguished guest.

Old Man Mu got out of the car at the entrance of the village. He carefully surveyed the surrounding mountains and the small loose mountain village in front of him. It is unimaginable that his baby daughter will spend sixteen years of youth in such a mountain. What kind of courage and strength can drive her to live in peace? What kind of faith and magic made her refuse the kind persuasion and retention of her family, and resolutely stepped into this mountain nest again. Old Man Mu didn't dare to think about it, and he couldn't imagine it. If you let yourself live here for a year and a half, will you be able to continue to stay?

He wrapped himself in a black tweed coat and carried a shiny cane in his hand as he walked towards the village. The white "Shanghai" car followed behind him, slowly sliding towards the village as he walked along.

As soon as I entered the village, I saw a man manure in a low pig pen. Although the cold wind hit from time to time, he was thinly dressed and had a layer of hot sweat hanging on his head. It's a lush forest.

Old Man Mu greeted politely and asked where the xylophone family lived. Mao Lin looked up and was taken aback when he saw such an old man dressed nobly and with extraordinary bearing. He hurriedly asked, which guest was it? Old Man Mu repeated it again. Mao Lin had already heard that the village was going to set up a joint factory with Nanjing, and guessed that he must be the one who came to negotiate business. Mao Lin hesitated slightly, but put down the shovel in his hand and said, It's not far, it's just living in the back, I'll take you there. Under the guidance of Maolin, the old man Mu and the car behind him came to the door of the door of the xylophone.

Jin Ye was sitting at the gate, playing alone. When she saw someone coming to the door, she pursed her lips and stared curiously. Maolin called her family to tell her grandmother that a distinguished guest was coming. Jin Ye was just about to run to the door, just as Maosheng walked out of the courtyard gate. When he saw Old Man Mu standing in front of his house, Mao Sheng was overjoyed. He was so excited and anxious that he didn't know what to say, but he just laughed vigorously. Jin Ye had already run into the yard and shouted with a child's voice, grandma, grandma, a guest, a guest at home.

When the xylophone rushed out of the hospital, Mao Sheng and Mao Lin were getting things out of the car. Old Man Mu stood aside, looking around at the surroundings and scenery. When Muqin saw his father, he was overjoyed and hurried to the courtyard to humble himself. [End of Chapter]