Time is like an arrow, and the moon is like a shuttle.

In a blink of an eye, it is another six spring and autumn seasons for the flowers to fall and bloom.

At Shanghai International Airport, Le Lang slowly stepped off the plane, looking at the busy crowd coming and going, the familiar voice, and the familiar appearance, he couldn't help but feel cordial. The homeland is difficult to move, wandering outside for many years, countless life and death wanderings until today he understands that he is still deeply attached to this land in his heart.

Le Lang walked quietly by the Huangpu River, still carrying the white-washed backpack on his back, walking without any purpose.

Hometown timidity. There has been no news for six years, and when we meet again, I don't know how to face it. He needed a little buffer time.

It was nearly dusk, and Le was wandering aimlessly, not knowing where he was going in the end.

I was about to find someone to ask, but there was a whimpering cry in my ears, my voice was desolate and weak, and I kept crying: "Grandpa, grandpa." ”

Le Lang followed the sound and looked for it, only to see an abandoned and uninhabited dark corner, a hungry child with only skin and bones left, weakly shaking a messy old man who was about to die, and there was an equally thin puppy with only skin and bones left next to him.

Le Lang walked over, squatted down, and stretched out his hand to see if the old man was dead.

Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes, and his dry hands like chicken claws grabbed Le Lang tightly, his face was full of red light, and his expression was radiant, obviously returning to the light.

The old man was actually about to die, but he had never been worried about the children around him, so he held his breath and was reluctant to leave.

He looked at Le Lang with pleading eyes, gasping for breath in his mouth, and said intermittently to Le Lang: "This····· Kid ······ Born ······ Life is hard, life is ······ Born····· was ······ Human ······ Lost in ······· ····· in the garbage heap and ······ I ····· Picked up ······ Raise up, I ····· Can't ······ ······ again Caring for ······ He's it, please······ Help······ I ······ All right? ”

The old man's breath became weaker and weaker, his speech was intermittent, and his eyes were full of hope, but the light in his eyes became more and more dim.

Seeing the expectant look in the old man's eyes, Le Lang remembered his grandfather's reluctant eyes when he was dying, and couldn't help but say, "I will." ”

"Thank you······ Xie ······. After speaking, the old man let go of his clenched hand, and when he looked again, he was already dead.

The old man closed his eyes and smiled. The child next to him was crying, but Le Lang didn't say anything, just gently touched his head.

Lelang cremated the old man, took his ashes, children and a puppy, and took the train home. Originally, he wanted to take a plane, but it was more troublesome to take a pet on the plane, so he chose to take the train.

Fortunately, the bullet train has been opened along the coast, and it only takes about a day from Shanghai to Nanzhou City, and when you arrive in Nanzhou City, you have to transfer to the county, and then take a bus back to the village from the county, which is very troublesome.

Lying on the soft bed of the train, looking at the scenery passing by in an instant outside the window, everything in the past few years flashed in my mind like a spark.

After his grandfather's death, Le Lang's heart was like ashes. So, he got on an ocean-going steamer and became a sailor, and the thunderstorms and storms at sea were unpredictable, and the pirates in the sea were rampant, but fortunately, he practiced a few kung fu skills, and only struggled to survive from life and death several times. Countless life and death wanderings have left countless indelible marks of men. One day, I finally got tired of this kind of life and returned to my dream hometown, no matter what that home was, it was always warm.

I haven't been back for many years, and I don't know what is good for the people in my hometown. When my grandfather passed away and all thoughts were lost, I went away from home, and I thought about it so stupid and naïve.

Come back this time, let's end up in old age. Farming, raising flowers and pulling weeds, catching chickens, dogs and rabbits, stir-frying a plate or two of side dishes in your spare time, stewing a pot of dog meat, and drinking a pot or two of self-brewed wine, such a life is also good.

San Lang, who was lying on the soft mat opposite, couldn't fall asleep over and over, and after getting along for the past few days, the children that Le Lang promised to take care of by the old man slowly became dependent on him and regarded him as a relative. Le Lang gave him a name called "Lotte", which means that he will be happy to know his fate, no illness and no disaster, and always be happy, and he also gave him a nickname "San Lang". I don't know why I gave him this name.

In the past few days, under the special care of Le Lang, San Lang and the puppy have eaten and drunk well, and he also specially cleaned up San Lang's whole body, and bought him a lot of clothes, and now the whole person looks more energetic, and he no longer looks sloppy and sloppy and screaming flowers before. The puppy followed the eating and drinking, the nutrition followed, and in the past few days, it has grown up at a speed that can be seen by the naked eye, and it eats a big belly every day, and the whole hair is oily and translucent, and it is no longer the same as before, and it is about to die when it is sluggish.

However, this puppy is obviously the owner of the mother with milk, and now he is about to break when he sees Lelang's tail wagging in it. Le Lang saw a black spot on one of his eyes, a black spot on his body, and another black spot on his tail, and Suo gave it a name called "Three Points", but he also became a difficult brother like San Lang.

After getting out of the car, Le Lang took a look, and the county town has not changed much in the past six years, but the road has become wider and better, and tall buildings have been built on both sides. I transferred to the town again, the town is vague, nothing has changed, and the mango trees on both sides are still the same.

A few motorcycles came over and greeted Lelang warmly.

"Boy, where are you going?"

"Oh, do you want to sit?"

"Where to go?"

Le Lang took a look, found a seemingly honest person and asked:

"How much does it cost to get to Creek Village?"

"Xiaoxi Village, far away, now there is a bus to get there, only about five yuan, and a motorcycle costs more than a dozen."

It's funny that this passenger is also funny, and some guests come to the door and recommend people to take the bus.

"Then let's go," Le Lang didn't bargain, so he took San Lang and sat up.

The bus ride is slow, it can be said that it is slower than a snail, and the car is tattered and smells bad, it is better than a motorcycle, and it is faster.

Xiaoxi Village is named after a small stream in front of the village, at the foot of Dayu Mountain, it is indeed very far, and all the way twists and turns, although it is now paved with cement roads, but it is still very thrilling. Walking this road, the general speed is not too fast, rain and fog days and few people dare to walk, just afraid of accidentally falling down, below is a drop of twenty or thirty meters of rocky beach, falling, either death or injury.

Xiaoxi Village is full of people of the same clan, and the surname Ziche (pronounced the first sound of Juju), according to legend, is the descendant of Ziche Zhongxing during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Only because the monarch was cruel and unkind at that time, so he avoided disaster and wilderness, but the specific history can not be examined, only a couplet in front of the ancestral hall can be proven: "Learn endlessly, master Zhongni, behave dignified and serve sages." ”

Xiaoxi Village is located at the foot of Dayu Mountain, with more than 300 households and more than 1,000 people, which is also a relatively large village in the local area.

Nanzhou City is located in the coastal area of the border of Fujian and Guangdong, in the past, it was a wilderness, fierce beasts were rampant, and the Japanese were rampant. At that time, in order to resist the fierce beasts and robbers, the local people all learned a good martial arts, so the people were fierce, they did not agree with each other, they drew their swords to each other, the white knives went into the red knives out, and there was nothing to do when they killed people and ran through the village. However, after the reform and opening up, in order to live a desperate life, how can there be time to practice martial arts and strengthen the body, only during the holidays to organize children to practice martial arts, one can strengthen the body, and the other can also restrain children, so as not to run around.

got out of the car, paid, and Le Lang stood in front of Xiaoxi Village, and the scenes of the past rolled by like a movie. Lelang's mother is from Xiaoxi Village, he came here with his parents when he was a child, and he lived here with his grandfather after their parents died in an accident.

There is a stone bridge in front of Xiaoxi Village, and the mountain stream is gurgling under the bridge, and it can even flood the bridge when the flash flood erupts, this Xi stream stretches for more than ten kilometers, winds between the mountains and forests, and then goes straight to the sea. However, ships cannot pass through the sea from here, not to mention the dangerous shoals and rocks blocking the way, and the gravel beach with a depth of only a dozen centimeters is not navigable by ships. However, there are also some brave and hairy people, who are proud of their high skills, driving a melon skin boat, holding a penny, avoiding dangerous shoals and rocks, and running to the beach. The melon skin boat is light but cannot carry heavy loads, and it can just pass with a penny, but sometimes it is not possible during the dry season, when you have to come down and push hard, or carry the boat away.

After crossing the stone bridge, there is a fruit tree on the left and right sides, it has not changed much for several years, not only paved with a cement road, but also planted with fruit trees, remember that this was a place to take out garbage before, and there is a public toilet to come, every time you enter the village, you can smell a strong smell.

Go forward, a majestic temple presents in front of you, the temple is facing north in the south, behind is the vast Dayu Mountains, in front is a gurgling stream, that is the ancestral temple of Xiaoxi Village, the temple enshrines the ancestor of Xiaoxi Village, Zhusheng Niangniang, Baosheng Emperor, I heard that there is a very spiritual surname, every New Year's festival ten miles and eight towns of believers will rush to come, very lively. In front of the temple is an open square, paved with red bricks, there is an old banyan arch guarding the temple on the left and right sides, in front of the square is a large stage, the stage is to play for the gods to see during the festival. This square is also a place for children to practice martial arts and hold meetings with villagers during their holidays.

Not far from the left side of the temple, there are rows of bright buildings with two or three floors, and on the right are old houses with white walls and red tiles, one new and one old, one high and one short, which contrast with each other.

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