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Time flies, and time flies. Unconsciously, more than 20 spring and autumn seasons have passed. I, the prosecutor who once undertook Liu Manzhu's murder case, is also not young, my sideburns have declined, and I am approaching retirement age. Recently, when the city called on organs at all levels to go to the rural areas to help the poor, I signed up to participate in the poverty alleviation work.

Since the village at the bottom of the mountain in Yecao Township is a poor village that I will never forget for the rest of my life, the murder case of Liu Manzhu is the most sentimental and unforgettable case among the hundreds of cases I have undertaken.

Liu Manzhu has long passed away, and Liu Degui has also passed away with hatred for many years. The people of Shandi Village, who witnessed this incident, are also getting old, and the young ones are already a lot older. But this incident is still as fresh and vivid as it happened yesterday to me. Before I return to my hometown, I can do something for the village at the bottom of the mountain, and the old horse is yoke, a little thin, which can be regarded as making up for some shortcomings in my heart. Therefore, I signed up to set the poverty alleviation point in Shandi Village.

"Bang, clang, clang......" The train was ringing evenly, speeding from the plains to the plateau and mountainous areas. The passengers on the bus fell asleep groggily.

Late at night, Liu Dabao did not feel a little sleepy, he recalled that four years ago when he was admitted to Xinhua University in Beijing, the villagers beat gongs and drums to see him off at school. After arriving at school, how hard the first semester was, I fainted in the classroom with hunger, and was carried to the hospital by my classmates for first aid.

The various body language and vivid expressions that the professors attached to them when they instilled knowledge in class in order to strengthen their expressions and deepen their impressions are still so vivid, as if they are still shaking in front of their eyes. He didn't expect that such a child in the mountains would be the first in the whole grade when he was in high school, and he would still be the first in this place where the national elite gathered. It seems that as long as you are willing to work hard, you can overcome anything.

"I want to use the tenacious spirit I learned in school to overcome the poverty in my hometown. I'm going to make it. Liu Dabao thought. So he was full of energy and confidence. He thought that with his own knowledge and the support of his fellow villagers, he would definitely succeed.

At this moment, a book by a young lady in the opposite seat slipped from the seat to the floor, and he looked down to pick it up, and glanced at it, and saw that it was a copy of "The Girl on the Edge of the Cliff", which was written by an English female writer, Lucinda Lilley.

He gently placed the book on the coffee table, without alarming the lady. Because this lady is snuggled in her boyfriend's arms and is sleeping warmly and sweetly.

It seems that this couple may have just graduated from college and are going home. I don't know if they are in the same city or if they are separated, do their parents approve of their marriage, are they the right family, can they finally come together......?" Liu Dabao remembered that the rainbow was coming. So the heart-rending lovesickness hit my heart again.

Liu Dabao thought pessimistically: "It seems that there is more than one luck, this relationship is destined to be impossible to enter the marriage hall from the beginning." Because there is a world of difference between one's own family and others, they are the ones who live on the clouds, and they are the ones who suffer in the slums. These are the two extremes of the human world, like two parallel lines, each moving according to its own trajectory, and there will never be a day when they intersect. Liu Dabao began to regret not guarding his emotional floodgates, adding countless pain and suffering. As a result, the sky rainbow was also harmed.

However, once the floodgates of affection are opened, it is not easy to close them again! Just like a flood that bursts its embankment, roaring and rushing, spreading in a vast and vast way, it is simply impossible to rebuild the embankment and block the flood in the middle of the way.

Therefore, the lovesickness is as fierce as a tiger, and when he closes his eyes, his mind is full of the beautiful figure, voice and smile of the rainbow. But the current situation worries him and makes him anxious about their future.

Suddenly, the mobile phone rang, Liu Dabao opened it and saw that it was a text message from Tiancai: "Honey, I miss you so much...... Where have you been?"

After Liu Dabao saw it, there was a hot pain in his heart, and he suddenly felt his throat choked, and his eyes couldn't help but be a little moist. He texted back: "Honey, why am I? But parents have their own considerations and worries, and they are responsible for your future and destiny. They should be understood. Don't be too anxious and painful, there will be a way out slowly. Our business will have a successful day. I've been out of the capital for about five or six hundred kilometers now. I'm fine here, don't worry. ”

Trains turned into cars, slowly climbing from the vast plains to the rugged and steep mountains, the roads became narrower and narrower, the horizon became narrower and narrower, and the curves became more and more curved. The bus was wrapped in billowing yellow dust, like a huge ball of dirt rolling.

"I haven't walked this path for four whole years. Liu Dabao thought. Because Liu Dabao no longer has any relatives at home, even when he comes home, he is still alone. So since I went to college, I haven't been home. Wherever he goes alone, his home is his.

There is another reason why Liu Dabao did not go home, that is, after the school holidays, he still needs to work to earn money to earn food expenses for the next semester, otherwise, he will have to drink the northwest wind in the next semester. So he hadn't been home for four years.

"I don't know what the house has become, and the artemisia grass in the yard may have grown higher than the roof, right?" he thought blankly.

Then I looked out the window at the billowing yellow dust and saw that there was still a gloom all around. The flowers and trees on both sides of the road were scorched and dried by the exhaust fumes of passing cars and the smoke and dust that "swayed", and they were dying.

The winding mountain road spirals up the huge peaks in a circle, and the villages in the ravines and on the slopes are still so dilapidated, backward, and poor. Some of the low, dilapidated mud bungalows were crooked, some of the walls were cracked, and there were a few chickens looking for food at the door. From time to time, people came and went, some of them were hunched over their waists, carrying farm tools, and their clothes were still so old and tattered.

"What are they eating for three meals a day? Can they eat enough?...... Four years on, it still doesn't look like anything has changed in these villages. Four years ago, when I was walking through these villages when I was in college, I saw that this is the case, four years later, it is still like this, we don't know what the situation is now, has it changed a little?" Liu Dabao thought attentively.

The car continued to drive along the rugged mountain road for more than an hour, and saw the village at the bottom of the mountain from afar, Liu Dabao leaned forward, looked along the front windshield of the car in a daze, and his heart was surging for a while!

Looking through the window glass, the road was still a dusty dirt road, and from time to time strange stones stretched out of the road, and those soft and stoneless places were crushed and sunk, and when the water was accumulated in the rain, the pit sank deeper, so the car bumped and swayed on the potholed road, and became an irregular cradle.

Because there is no air conditioning in the car, the hot day is unbearable, people have to open the window to relieve the heat and escape the heat, so the heavy yellow dust raised by the car along the way is sucked into the car along the window, and the passengers in the car are naturally all dirty faces, looking like a native grandson.

The village at the bottom of the mountain suddenly appeared in front of me, the rows of uneven herringbone tiled houses in the village were still so dilapidated, and the mud skin on the walls of some houses had fallen off due to age, and the "naked" and "exposed" dark yellow "colored" adobe. Some of the houses had collapsed, but because they could not be repaired, they were left in ruins, overgrown with wild artemisia and weeds.

The road at the entrance of the village was still the same as before he walked, paved with "chaotic" stones and loess, because people and animals walked too much, and it was pressed a little smoother. It was here that he was tearfully sent to the bus by the villagers to go to college. It's been four years and nothing has changed.

The hallmark of the village is the "sexual" characteristic, the stream at the entrance of the village is still flowing happily, and the rows of poplar trees by the stream grow tall and stout, with green branches and green leaves, and the canopy is like a cloud.

And the magpies and crows are still keen to nest and have children in these tall treetops. No matter how poor and miserable the village at the bottom of the mountain has been for many years, they have not left it, and they have lived and thrived here from generation to generation.

This is the hometown where he has been absent for four years, this is the hometown where he was raised, this is the hometown of the suffering of his generations of poverty. Here is his soul, there are hundreds of villagers who love him, and here lie quietly his four generations of suffering relatives. They were born in poverty and died in poverty.

"I'm back, I want to change the face of poverty, I want to let you live a good life!" Liu Dabao secretly made up his mind.

When the car entered the village, Dabao walked out of the car with his luggage, and then someone saw it and shouted, "Dabao?

Dabao replied with a grin, "Yes, it's me, Dabao." ”

At this time, someone shouted: "Dabao is back! Old and young masters, Dabao is back from the capital!"

Suddenly, the people in the village rushed to the entrance of the village when they heard the sound. "What? Dabao is back?" As soon as they met, they all came over to surround Dabao, and asked long and short questions with a smile.

Some said, "Oh, I haven't grown into a young man for a few years!"

Some said, "Hey, it looks exactly like the red apricot." Your parents are going to be alive, how happy they are to see you like this!" Someone stabbed him next to him and whispered, "Don't say these sad words when the child just came back." ”

At this time, someone asked, "Dabao, this will be an official, right?

"What kind of official, people went to the capital to go to college. ”

"Ahem, what do you know? In the old society, people who went to Beijing to take the top prize in the scientific examination were appointed as senior officials. Dabao is the top champion, and he must not be a small official. It's this kid who is humble and benevolent, and I'm embarrassed to say it when I see our fellow villagers. ”

This remark woke everyone up. So they gathered around and asked, "Dabao is the county magistrate, right?"

Some asked, "Are you the mayor?" and some asked, "Isn't it the head of the government?"

Some said, "Maybe I will return to our hometown to be the county magistrate, right?"

"Oh, if we become the county magistrate, our people in the village at the bottom of the mountain will turn over, and we will live a good life in the future. ”

"Is it, Dabao is going to be the county magistrate?"

"Oh, Dabao is back, child, you're finally back!" I saw Wang Laohu's wife coming over while gesturing and shouting from a distance. He grabbed Dabao with one hand and said, "Child, go, go home." Take a break, have a meal, and then slowly clean up your house. ”

Then the neighbors all said, "Come to my house for dinner, child." ”

Wang Laohu's wife said: "Go to my place today, and then go to your house another day, it's still the old procedure, let's go one by one, isn't it okay!"

"Okay, kid, then go to my house tomorrow. ”

"Hey, go to my house the day after tomorrow!"

"The day after tomorrow, go to me. Let's settle it, don't make a big fuss when the time comes. ”

The villagers haven't seen Dabao for a few years, and they are enthusiastic and enthusiastic, and they are all vying to call Dabao to eat at home.

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