Chapter 62: The Way Home

From Zhang Bufan's father's occupation, it can be concluded that his family is definitely not from the city. So Zhang Bufan, who left the airport, hurriedly felt the Xiangyang City Bus Station, in order to catch the latest minibus at half past four.

Xiangyang City Bus Station, there are a lot of cars parked inside, the style is not new, at least some years old.

A dilapidated minibus bound for Peach Blossom Town had already started and was ready to drive, and the very stuffy carriage was almost full of people.

Zhang Bufan had already bought a ticket to get on the train with his suitcase, and the smell in the carriage was not good, so he found a window position in the back of the car and sat down.

Peach Blossom Town is Zhang Bufan's hometown, not very rich, but better than the beautiful environment. There are not many cars to Peach Blossom Town, only three or four times a day. Four o'clock was the last train. So there are a lot of people stuffed into it every trip, and it's really stuffed, and the driver never cares if it's overloaded.

Except for the traffic police to check when you go out of the county, there will not be so many rules when you go to the countryside.

Moreover, this kind of old minibus is all antique, there is no air conditioning in the carriage, only the driver's driving position, and a small electric fan above his head is turning in vain.

The whole minibus was stuffy like a pot of steamed meat under the scorching sun, and as soon as people got up, they were instantly soaked. Fortunately, it is winter, and there are many people in the car, but I feel very warm.

Half past four o'clock has passed, and the minibus still hasn't started for a long time, apparently because the minibus has not yet been loaded to the point of crowding, and the driver feels that it is not cost-effective.

A middle-aged female conductor stood on the pedal at the door, stretched out half of her body, and shouted at the throat: "The one in Peach Blossom Town is on the bus, it's the last trip today, and if you miss it, you won't have it!"

Under such shouting, two middle-aged men squeezed in on the bus.

The minibus did not close the door while waiting for people, which attracted many complaints from passengers. They all spoke in the country accent and complained.

"Damn, old driver, there are enough people, drive quickly, it's cold." ”

"Drive, there are enough people, let's drive. ”

"Master, it's okay if you don't drive, can you close the door and wait, the carriage is finally a little hot, and you let it go!"

As more and more people complained, the driver couldn't stand it and closed the door first.

The conductor ignored the shouting for a long time, and when he saw that no one was on the bus, he muttered a few words, frowned and looked around: "Don't make a noise, let's go! ”

Boom, boom...

The sound of the minibus's engine became louder, and the driver began to refuel and leave! The driver was obviously also an old driver, and he drove out of the Xiangyang bus station after a round trip.

Affected by the economy, Taohua Town has a long section of road that is not asphalt, it is a loess road, which is very bumpy. It's like riding a roller coaster, sitting in a position that shocks one after another.

After getting into this car, Zhang Bufan is really not far from home. Because the car is full of countrymen, they all speak in the local accent, and the car is also lively. Because it was during the Spring Festival, most people rushed back from other places for the New Year, and Zhang Bufan did not talk to others.

Looking at the retreating highway outside the window, looking at the road that is extremely familiar in memory, the so-called hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone, which is exactly Zhang Bufan at this time.

After a long time, at an intersection, a dilapidated minibus slowly approached, stopped, and left. Leaving a young man with a suitcase is Zhang Bufan.

After walking along the road on the left for about ten minutes, the scene is very different. Looking far away, looking ahead, a small rolling mountain range lies in the distance, and the clouds and mist on the mountain are like a fairyland on earth.

This is naturally the famous "Peach Blossom Mountain" in Peach Blossom Town, which stretches for more than 20 kilometers, and the highest main peak Peach Blossom Peak is more than 800 meters above sea level, which is the highest mountain in Peach Blossom Town.

However, since it is known as Peach Blossom Mountain, the mountain must be full of peach trees, and whenever the peach blossoms are in full bloom, there is a piece of pink everywhere, like a morning glow. It is no different from the scene described in "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring", there are no miscellaneous trees, the fragrant grass is delicious, and the fallen flowers are colorful.

Most importantly, the peaches from the peach trees on the mountain are a major source of income for the residents of Peach Blossom Town.

After walking for a few minutes, there is a green mountain and green water, the scenery is excellent, and there are many houses dotted among the green farmland under the mountain, most of which are relatively dilapidated adobe houses, and a few have a few steel buildings

The three-story small building with reinforced concrete must be the rich family of Qianshu Village.

Qianshu Village is Zhang Bufan's destination Witnessing the changes in Qianshu Village, Zhang Bufan couldn't help but sigh that he hadn't come back for a long time.

Looking at the newly built road that can accommodate two small trucks in parallel, Zhang Bufan is also happy, if you want to get rich, you must build a road first, which is right.

It was not early, Zhang Bufan sped up the speed of his feet, and it was about a few minutes later,

"Finally home!"

Looking at the familiar courtyard that greeted him, he was very excited, and his lips trembled slightly.

"Wangwang...

An old yellow dog rushed out of the yard and barked desperately at Zhang Bufan.

"Little potato, come here!" Zhang Bufan smiled and made a move. This old yellow dog was raised by Zhang Bufan's family, and he grew up with him since he was a child, because of its round belly Zhang Bufan named it Little Potato.

The old yellow dog looked at him with hesitant eyes for a long time, suddenly stopped barking, rushed over, pounced on Zhang Bufan, stretched out his tongue and licked it.

"Haha, finally remembered?" Zhang Bufan was in a good mood, he hadn't come back for two years, and the little potato was fat again, it seems that his parents gave him something to eat. At this time, someone from the family next door to the small courtyard came out, probably hearing the dog barking out to take a look

"Auntie, I'm Bufan!"

Zhang Bufan saw the first middle-aged peasant woman to come out, and hurriedly waved his hand warmly to say hello.

"Bufan, are you back? Your mouth is still so sweet, since you were admitted to the university in the capital, you have come back less, how many days will you come back this time?" The middle-aged peasant woman looked Zhang Bufan up and down, and asked curiously!

"I should stay for a while this time!" Zhang Bufan answered the middle-aged woman's question while touching the little potato's head!

"Uncle!" At this time, a middle-aged man walked out of the back room, it was the husband of the peasant woman, Zhang Bufan also greeted politely, this habit was still developed when he was a child. When I was a child, I was always greedy, and I had candy to eat when I called people, so I gave my relatives and neighbors the impression that Zhang Bufan was not afraid of life and liked to call people!

"Dad, Mom, sister, I'm back!"

Standing at the door of the small courtyard, Zhang Bufan couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, knocked on the door hard, looked at the familiar padlock on the door, and took out the key to open the door and walked in.

When I returned home and looked around, I saw that it was still the same dilapidated adobe house as a few years ago, and it was destitute. Zhang Bufan's heart hurts, I'm afraid that his family is the poorest in this poor Qianshu Village, and there are a lot of cracks on those adobe houses.

"I'm back, I must let you live a good life!" Zhang Bufan thought secretly in his heart.

(To be continued)