Time flies like flowing water, suddenly, several years of spring and autumn pass in a flash, coinciding with the third anniversary of Yu Qiangzhai's death, Li Shaohui went to pay tribute to him again with Lu Yao's instructions.

When he came to the foot of the towering mountain, Li Shaohui found that there was a modern mountain village not far away, where there were small western-style buildings with extraordinary momentum, and several brand-new asphalt roads crossed vertically...

"Where is this?" Li Shaohui hesitated and walked over, when it was a year, it was still a vast grassland.

As he got closer, Li Shaohui found that this place was more prosperous than he had imagined, with a ten-meter-wide main street in the middle of the village, flanked by shops of all kinds, from three-story bars and supermarkets to street vendors. On the road, the car is speeding back and forth, whistling away, and the fashionable girls who come out of the bar are also in pairs, talking and laughing away...

"This is?" Li Shaohui became more and more puzzled, and there happened to be an old man lazily basking in the sun under the tree not far away.

"Here, we are here is Yujiazhai, we are here..."

During the conversation, Li Shaohui learned that the mountain village where Yu Qiangzhai is located was favored by the new leadership team of Xingmang led by Yang Ruonan last year, and built it into a scenic spot integrating tourism, culture and leisure. As compensation, Xingmang Group built a new mountain village at the foot of the mountain, and gave the villagers generous subsidies, such as setting year-end dividends, etc., and the villagers were naturally happy in the face of such a good thing and agreed.

"Are there still people living on the mountain?" asked Li Shaohui.

"Who wants to stay in that mountain guy? Don't you have enough hardship?" the old man shook his head, feeling nostalgic for the mountain village where he had lived all his life.

"That's right. Li Shaohui responded with some disappointment, and asked again: "Then do you remember Yu Qiangzhai?" Li Shaohui was a little nervous when he asked, so that his tone was very cautious.

"Who?" said the old man's ears were not very good.

"Yu--Qiang-Zhai, is the first college student you came out of here, the one who was admitted to the big city. Li Shaohui had to say out loud word by word.

"You said him!" the old man understood, and sighed slightly, "If there is a chance, he will not recognize us fathers and fellow villagers, for the rich and unkind, not righteous, no wonder--- no wonder he ended up like that..."

Li Shaohui had mixed feelings, and now the villagers are still prejudiced against Yu Qiangzhai, he wanted to distinguish a few words, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not necessary, he did not disturb the old man anymore, and turned to leave.

"Are you here to see Xiaoyu?" asked the old man, who had been silent for a long time.

"Well, I'm his good brother, and it's his third anniversary soon, so I've come here to pay my respects. Li Shaohui nodded.

"Oh, that's the case, then you can help me bring a greeting to Xiao Yu's uncle and mother! Although Xiao Yu's baby is not like a child, his mother and uncle are good people in the village. The old man sighed.

After saying goodbye to the old man, Li Shaohui ate a bowl of donkey meat and yellow noodles and hurried up the mountain. Now the mountain road has been built on the mountain, because the small mountain village where Yu Qiangzhai is located has become a scenic spot, so every once in a while, there will be a bus up the mountain, but Li Shaohui still chose to climb the mountain on foot, just to experience the hardships of Yu Qiangzhai's childhood life. Rao is like this, and it also lacks the winding path of the previous mountain road.

Li Shaohui walked and looked, this belongs to the Qilian Mountains, according to legend, the famous general Wei Qinghuo in the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was here to defeat the Huns, recover the Hexi Corridor, and expand the territory, so here will always give people a dignified and depressed sense of desolation, just like the life of Yuqiangzhai is as desolate.

Now it is the late autumn season, and the mountain is an endless prairie, golden and yellow; the mountain is blooming with unknown wild flowers, blown by the mountain wind, crumbling, as if lamenting the autumn bleakness and telling the return of life; in the distance, among the snowy mountains, the deer wandering between the heaven and the earth are running to their heart's content or looking at the bottom of the mountain...

Li Shaohui didn't dare to be too nostalgic, so he accelerated up the mountain, and when he arrived at the small mountain village, he found that it was really new and became a veritable scenic spot.

Entering the small mountain village, there are several old-fashioned caves in front, made of stones, the courtyard is surrounded by a fence, where you can experience the mountain life of curling smoke; along the mountain road all the way inward, there is a small river flowing slowly, the wise mountain people build a dam in the river, and then make two water outlets, a natural well is formed; behind the well is an orchard, there are apricot trees, pear trees, peach trees, etc., in spring, here will be a piece of purple and red; after passing through the orchard, climb a group of steps to the south and then turn west to find a famous natural hot spring, the water of the hot spring is clear and warm, and there are many tourists playing and playing。

Li Shaohui walked through the mountain village to the back mountain, and walked for about a quarter of an hour, and then arrived at the cemetery of Yuqiang Village, there is a giant pine next to the cemetery, and he is unyielding to guard Yu Qiang Village, and the grave is barren and desolate. Li Shaohui and passers-by borrowed a shovel from a passer-by, and it took some time to finish it.

Looking at Yu Qiangzhai's bright smile on the tombstone, Li Shaohui felt infinitely sad in his heart, he sat on the ground and took out a bottle of wine from his bag, two wine glasses, filled them gently, and saluted: "Lao Yu, Lao Yu, you are really prescient, here is really according to your prediction that the earth has changed, why don't you wait for such a smart person as you to come true, and leave..."

Because it is the late autumn season, the sky did not long get dark, the mountains are cold, the birds on the trees have lost their previous cheerful mood, occasionally listlessly called one or two sounds, and then stopped, only the afterglow of the sunset shines on the portrait of Yu Qiangzhai in the tombstone, very dazzling, and very gentle, just like Yu Qiangzhai himself before his death, and the weeds around the tombstone are lush and dense, swaying with the wind, as if listening to the sad words of this person who has left others...

In the evening, Li Shaohui returned to the bustling mountain village, this night, the night was clear, the moon and stars were scarce, and everything in the world was dressed in silver plain clothes.

Li Shaohui paced aimlessly along one of the paths, admiring the pleasant scenery while remembering the bits and pieces of this place, and then came to visit Yuqiangzhai I don't know what year and month it was.

After Li Shaohui walked to the end of the path, he heard the noise of people in the east, so he went around, and suddenly a square appeared in front of him, the southwest two sides are antique buildings, the east is a small garden, there is a fountain in the middle of the garden, for visitors to enjoy, surrounded by combed and fallen small trees and grassy grass, and those few sheep intestine paths also lie there in a zigzag way, quietly listening to the thoughts of every passerby. Some tourists are so comfortable that they even lie on the grass informally, looking at the bright moon in the inky sky and counting the faint stars.

Although the antique buildings in the southwest are not too majestic, there are pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings, everything. Upstairs is also a lively scene, tourists shuttle in the Qionglou Yuyu, can enjoy the characteristic style of eating, shopping, literature and art.

Downstairs is the middle of the square, where the crowd is full of people, the noise is not stopped, several waves of square dance aunts are clearly distinguished, dancing, there are couples who kick on skates and hold hands with each other from time to time to pass through it, there are also parent-child children's electric toy cars slowly turning around, and there are various stalls and vendors around the square.

Li Shaohui occasionally glanced at it, and saw a beautiful girl wearing Hanfu, confidently and generously looking forward to moving forward in the crowd, attracting the review of the different looks of the surrounding crowd. And on the north side of the square, there are a group of literary and artistic young people playing suona in the competition, they do not set up merit boxes, nor do they post QR codes, it can be seen that they are a group of pure people.

Li Shaohui stood on the steps and looked at the square dance under the stage, square dancing has become more and more popular in recent years, and many young female compatriots have joined the camp, so the viewing has also improved a lot. Li Shaohui suddenly remembered that there was a time when Xu Xu was also fascinated by square dancing, at that time, she would pull herself to dance on time every day, but she was a brilliant dancer on stage, and she was an inconspicuous audience under the stage. Later, Xu promised to say happily to herself that it was the first time in her life that she could complete the task on time, and even going to school could not be compared.

The loud singing stopped, and the women in the audience took a short break, and then when they remembered the singing again, they danced again, and the song played this time was "Good Day", "Today is a good day, everything can come true, today is a good day, open the door and we welcome the spring breeze..."

This small village under the mountain, after hundreds of years of poverty, has finally ushered in its glory and prosperity. But at this happy moment, who would think of Yu Qiangzhai, who had unfortunately sacrificed in order to change this place?

On the banks of the Qinhuai River, the clear water is long, peaceful and prosperous; by the Modu River, the lights are brilliant, and the prosperity of the times; among the mountains, the sound of pine is surging, and a piece of vitality and tranquility. Maybe in the near future, except for close relatives and close friends, no one will remember the poor student who even sacrificed his family in order to change the fate of his hometown.

Li Shaohui was stunned, and there were parents and children of a few years old playing with sword-shaped bubble blowing sticks, swinging and swinging, many bubbles rushed out in a crowded manner, and under the blowing of the evening breeze, they rushed to the sky, which was brilliant and abnormal. A few of the bubbles were playful, chasing towards the dim street lamps, and were reflected in brilliant colorful lights. Li Shaohui gently stretched out his hand and touched a bubble the size of a balloon, and as soon as he made contact, the bubble disappeared suddenly, without sound or wetness, as if nothing had happened.

Li Shaohui suddenly thought of how similar Yu Qiangzhai's short and glorious life was to this flying bubble, and there were people who envied and some people were jealous when he was brilliant, but in a moment, it disappeared, and no one remembered it anymore. I think again, there was once such a person, for the prosperity of this place, he also did some ordinary but not mediocre things.

Li Shaohui was sentimental, but suddenly understood that the world was disturbed, the world was bustling, and you and I were just insignificant passers-by in the years. In the long and ruthless rolling rings of history, who is not a drop in the ocean? In that short decades of life, the naked come, quietly go, fleeting, can not leave the slightest trace, just as the so-called wave of the sleeves, do not take away a cloud, can not take away a cloud.