In the emergency room, the doctor asked Chang Zhimin and the others what the patient's name was. Chang Zhimin said that he didn't know, and the person who knew first aid could only shake his head, he was not familiar with the old Wang'er's family, and he didn't know his name. The doctor asked about the patient's medical history and chronic illness, and the answer was still "I don't know", and then asked the old man how he fainted. "Why don't you two know anything about him when you two sent him?" complained the doctor. "We ...... I didn't know him, and when I saw him he was lying on the ground. Chang Zhimin explained.

At this moment, the two sat in chairs outside the emergency room and waited. "Have you informed his family?" Chang Zhimin asked the person who knew how to give first aid. "I called him, and he said that the villagers had reported to him, probably after we carried him into the car, and he said that he was rushing here. Chang Zhimin breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the person who knew first aid, hesitated, and asked, "Brother, I'm sorry, I don't have any impression of you." How do you recognize me as Chang Zhimin?" The person who knew first aid licked his lips: "To be honest, I don't recognize you just by a face, but I ...... And everyone in the village knows your father, the ninth secretary, and has also heard of the son of the ninth secretary...... That's your name. ”

"Oh. Chang Zhimin smiled perfunctorily, thinking: It turns out that I have entrusted my father's blessing again! This is a bit awkward, so he diverted the topic: "May I ask what you call it? They are all villagers of the same village, they don't know each other, and they are going to make jokes to outsiders." "Hehe, my name is Chang Chun, and my family lives in the east of the village. But I don't stay in the village very often, and I come back once a week or two. "So, as long as this time this king ...... You say his name is ...... Oh, the old Wang is fine, learn Fan Wei's words, and it can be regarded as fate for the two of us to meet. Brother Changchun, are you working outside?" "Yes, working as a nurse in a hospital in the city. "No wonder you know how to do first aid, and you've been trained in the hospital, right?" "I taught some basics, and coincidentally, I used it on the last two times I went home." The last time I was stuck in traffic on the highway, I didn't rush to the village until the middle of the night, and I encountered several reporters who had a car accident. This time, I bumped into the old king and fainted. Alas, as soon as I got home, something happened, what happened?"" Just take it as a joke, this is also fate. The reporter and the old king, they all happened to catch up with you when something happened. Thanks to you, they are saved. Lucky for them, you're the savior. ”

Such words are very useful to Chang Chun, and his good impression of the son of the secretary of the "Old Nine" has increased a little: "Hey, in the end, he is a literate person, and it really looks like that to you, I am comfortable listening to this." Chang Zhimin closed his eyes and pinched the acupuncture points on the bridge of his nose and said, "Hey, what a cultural person, I, like your eldest brother, left my hometown to work outside." "You're different from me. "What's the difference? On the surface, I look at the office wearing a few fancy clothes and squatting in a brighter office, hum, the office is like a prison cell, and inside it is selling coolies. Speaking of old reason, I'm not as good as you, I haven't been back to our village for two years, my parents are in the hall, I'm not filial. ”

Chang Zhimin's words touched Chang Chun, and the two big sheep gentlemen who had different lives, identities and experiences had similar experiences about the two concepts of "hometown" and "the world outside their hometown" and the opposition between them. In fact, it is not just the two of them who have this experience? It's just that because of fate, they couldn't sit together and talk like Chang Zhimin and Chang Chun. In Dayangtun Village, those young and middle-aged men and women who grew up in the countryside but chose to go out to work, although their nostalgia and wandering helplessness and bitterness are full of their own tastes, if they are composed into a heart song, compare their respective repertoire, and they will definitely find many common melodies.

"Are you in a hurry, going out for a while?" Chang Chun proposed, "I can also go and greet the nephew of the old king." Chang Zhimin agreed: "It's at the door, facing the nurse's desk, she can find us if there is something, and we can hear it when she shouts about us." The two walked out of the door of the emergency building, Chang Chun took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to Chang Zhimin: "Come?" "Thank you, I don't smoke." Other than that...... The hospital doesn't allow smoking, right?" "Hey, I forgot about it. Chang Chun laughed at himself as he took back his cigarette, "You also think it's too tiring to work outside, do you?" But in our line of work, the body is not too tired, and the main thing that is tired is this place. Chang Zhimin pointed to his heart. "I can imagine it. Chang Chun held the cigarette case in his pocket, "As for me, I can't tell where I'm tired, in short, I'm too tired." So I thought I'd stop working outside for another two years. "Don't you want to go back to Dayangtun?" "If your father's ninth secretary's project can be successful, I would also like to go back to the village to plant trees, to put it more miserable, it is also to support the family." ”

Chang Chunsheng is hardworking and capable, and he is not afraid of dirty work and tiring work, which is the common quality of people engaged in manual labor in Dayangtun Village, including migrant workers who go out. This quality is inherited from the ancestors, and it can be said that it is the most valuable spiritual wealth left by the Chinese farmers who have worked hard in the fields for generations. Originally, Chang Chun and those who went out to work might continue to make a living by cultivating the land, just like their ancestors, but in the drastic changes in social formations, they, their homes, their elders and descendants, seem to have been left behind by the times. Their village has unwittingly turned into a closed and backward island. When the gap between urban and rural areas is widening in an unbalanced tendency, their standard of living hovers at a low level, and many of their inherent ideas and concepts now seem pedantic and outdated -- some of which are discriminatorily portrayed by prejudices, and some of which are true -- and the deepest and most practical change they feel is that, compared with those who have become rich in the developed areas, they find that staying in the land in the countryside and sticking to the ancestral business of cultivation seems to be tantamount to poverty. It seems that the fields that made the ancestors live and work in peace and contentment, even if they work ten times and a hundred times harder, they will not be able to grow a rich family in this world. Just as the "successful ones" have set an example for the idle young people in the villages, the prosperous cities and the well-to-do urban population have also demonstrated to these farmers in a certain way: the meager harvest of farming is much inferior to the remuneration and opportunities of various livelihoods in the city. Driven by the most fundamental material needs of human beings, farmers who have inherited the quality of hardship and hard work have abandoned the land, separated their elders and descendants, and flocked to the road of livelihood beyond the mountains. It's an unpredictable road, and they have to rely on themselves and try their luck. Those who are a little more fortunate will not be able to endure hardships and hardships, and the income they obtain can ensure that they have no worries about food and clothing, and a part of the surplus will be used to supplement their families to improve their lives; while those who are unlucky will be brutally oppressed even if they are like selling coolies, and may not receive any personal security, or even get their hard-earned money. And even so, after the Spring Festival every year, they still step on firm steps to leave the increasingly barren countryside, if they encounter setbacks in a foreign land, their first choice is to change places and continue to be strangers.

"What, my dad's project, to support the family?" Chang Zhimin was shocked. "Oh, I'm just...... Ah, pessimistically, most pessimistically, the result is to provide for the family. Seeing Chang Zhimin's dazed face, Chang Chun asked: "Don't you know what project the old ninth secretary is going to do?" Chang Zhimin showed embarrassment: "Yes, I don't know very well, but I just heard my father say on the phone that he wants to do his best to do a big thing to revitalize our Dayangtun." I didn't ask what it was, but I thought it must have been a lot of work and a lot of work, so I came back...... Look at him. He did not explicitly say that as a member of the family, he came back to provide some encouragement and support to his father in a "painstaking and laborious" time, although this was mainly reflected in family life and spiritually.

"Yo, then you haven't gone home yet, have you?" "Yes, as soon as I entered the village, I ran into the old king's ......" "It doesn't matter, after returning home, the old ninth secretary will tell you what he is going to do." That's right, what he did was to revitalize our village. I hope it will come to pass, and it will be done, I ...... If I'm like that, there's hope. ”

Chang Zhimin still couldn't fully understand what Chang Chun's "hope" was, but he snorted softly when he heard him say, "Lao Jiuji will tell you what he is going to do".

"Hey, it's coming!" Ivy yelled forward. Chang Zhimin understood that it was the family of the old Wang Tou'er who came, and following Chang Chun's gaze, he saw a middle-aged man running over in a hurry, and Chang Chun beckoned to him.

"Wang ...... The leader ...... "The middle-aged man ran to him, and Chang Chun couldn't remember his current official position. "Oh, just call me Shunyang!" The middle-aged man held Chang Chun's hand, "What's wrong with my uncle?" "I'm doing first aid with the emergency room! The doctor told us to quit first." "Oh, Changchun, thank you, thank you so much this time!" "Don't, don't thank me, I didn't help much." Chang Chun's eyes moved to Chang Zhimin, "It was Chang Zhimin, the son of the old ninth secretary, who saw the old ...... Your uncle fainted, and he shouted while rescuing him, and I just heard you. It was also he who stopped the car and took the uncle to the hospital. ”

"Ah, are you the secretary's son? are you Zhimin?" The middle-aged man's eyes widened for a moment, and he was Wang Shunyang.

Wang Shunyang is the nephew of the old king, the old king's knee has a son and a daughter, the daughter married to a village, the son in his twenties when he went to the field on the long-distance bus had an accident on the mountain road, the poor young man died on the spot. After the death of his wife, the old Wang lived alone, and his nephew Wang Shunyang took the time to visit and take care of him. The deterioration of his health was exacerbated by his lonely life and longing for his deceased loved ones, and this was not the first time he had suffered a sudden emergency. After receiving a report from the villagers, Wang Shunyang jumped up from his chair in a hurry, but on this big day, he was not so panicked that he "left his post without asking for leave". He directly found Chang Jiucheng, and the secretary of "Lao Jiu" learned that his life was at stake, so he not only told him to "go quickly", but also lent him his bus. Wang Shunyang can drive, and he was a driver for the official of Chang Jinzhu's family, but "Lao Jiu" was afraid that he would have an accident in a hurry, so he was not allowed to drive, so he personally went to the village chief's office to help him borrow a young driver for the old village chief. Wang Shunyang never expected that when he rushed to the hospital, he would learn that the first person to help his uncle was the son of the secretary of the "Old Nine".

This is also fate.

"Thank you, thank you Zhimin!" In addition to "thank you", Wang Shunyang didn't know what to say, "It's really the son of the old ninth secretary, thank you!" "No thanks, it should be." Chang Zhimin didn't know who Wang Shunyang was, "Let's go in first and see if your uncle is better." ”