Winter goes to spring, spring goes to summer solstice.

When the acquaintance on the tree outside shouted desperately, Fan Wuxian was already one and a half years old, and Fan Wuxi, who was congenitally sufficient, was so outstanding in terms of size and intelligence, and ordinary children were not as tall as him when they were two years old, not to mention that this guy's little head was loaded with the thoughts of an adult who had surpassed the times for thirty years.

The house where Fan Wuxi's family lives is a bungalow, which is the kind of pattern where a large string of yards are connected together, a row of houses with many family members, and there is a row of slightly smaller bungalows on the opposite side of the house, which is used as a kitchen, between the two rows of houses is a long passage through the east and west, which is about ten meters wide, and the periphery of the kitchen and the house are two rows of tall poplars, elms, willows and other trees.

In the summer, Fan Wuxi's favorite thing to do is to catch it, that is, the larvae of the cicada, which have just come out of the mud hole in the ground, and have not yet faded the hard shell, after catching it, soak it in salt water for a night, and fry it in oil the next day, golden and yellow, and it tastes unique.

This thing is high protein, in this era of relative scarcity of meat, the existence of knowledge is undoubtedly quite attractive for children who need nutrition strongly, and Fan Wuxi is undoubtedly the best of all the children who have grasped it, although he is only one and a half years old.

Fan Heng's factory is quite large, with five or six thousand employees, and it is undoubtedly a behemoth in this county-level city with a population of only a few hundred thousand. The remuneration of the military industrial enterprises is relatively high, and the director of the factory is equivalent to the rank of colonel, which is much higher than that of the parents and officials at the county and department level, so that when there is a meeting in the city, the leaders of the factory always have to leave a place, and the important surname of the factory can be seen from this.

But this situation is very different after ten years, as the status of the enterprise has deteriorated, the whole enterprise and its residential areas have gradually been marginalized, so that for a while, both sides have some disagreeable meanings, cultural atmosphere and lifestyle, resulting in the factory becoming an alien existence in the city.

For example, in the early years, if there was a power outage arrangement in the city, it was necessary to greet the factory in advance, explain the situation, and wait until the factory agreed, before the power was cut. In the end, there was no way in the factory, so I still took the upper route, and asked for electricity quotas from the ministry to solve this problem.

The so-called 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, there is nothing more than the changes in the world.

The children in the factory are still very grouped, although Fan Wuxi looks at these little children with his current eyes, he looks a little disapproving, but when his gaze sweeps to those familiar faces, he is still very touched.

For example, Goudan'er, the big name is Yan Liwen, that was his classmate when he was in elementary school, and he once helped him bully others and resist the bullying of others together, such as Wang Keqiang, who was a senior who was two terms higher than him, and also a friend who taught him to play chess, and Lin Qian'er, although she is still an ugly girl with two green snots in tow, but Fan Wuxian can't forget what kind of surprise she will bring to everyone when she grows up, and the myth of the black chicken becoming a phoenix is the most appropriate to describe her.

Things are still the same, people are the same, but Fan's disease-free mentality can never go back to the past.

Although he will be very excited when he sees the Lori version or Zhengtai version of these familiar characters, and he will also remember a lot of dusty past events, but it is absolutely impossible for him to mix with these little children to play with mud and sand again.

Fan Wuxian knew that he inexplicably returned to this infant age, and he would not make a reasonable excuse for himself to play with the sand with his bare ass again, he had a lot of important things to do.

Under the shade of the tree, Fan Wuxi, like the other children, is also grasping, but there are some differences, the other children either aimlessly dig in the dirt under the tree with a shovel, or dig twice in the east and twice in the west, or play with the sand, pull the little girl's hair, and wipe the face of their partner with dirt, until the other party's crying attracts the scolding of the adults.

Fan Wuxian is naturally not so brain-dead, and he doesn't use tools when he digs it out.

Fan Daxia, who has been cultivating internal strength for more than a year, has already achieved a little effect, and when others are not paying attention, he inserts his white and tender little hand into the soil, and immediately brings up a large piece of soil, and in his adult visual inference, he can naturally go to where the larvae of knowledge are most likely to be hidden, so his harvest is quite amazing.

One night's work often brings him a hundred and ten harvests, so Fan Daxia is always in the stunned of his parents, quietly dragging a net bag turned into a fishing line out of the house, and after wandering outside for two hours, he then drags a full bag home, once again making his parents' mouths unable to close for a long time.

Although Fan Wuxian doesn't know what happened to his cultivation, one thing is very clear, after a few years, the factory will probably be caught and extinct.

"Mom, we've eaten a summer's worth of it." Sister Fan Ting whispered while helping her mother Zhang Mei put the knowledge that Fan Wuxian had caught back into the salt water to soak.

Zhang Mei said helplessly, "You can't just throw it away, tomorrow you can take some and give it to the neighbors with children, this thing can't be digested at all if you eat too much, you haven't seen Fan Kang Now you will be sick to your stomach when you see the fried!" ”

"Hmm." Fan Ting agreed, and then asked a little strangely, "Why hasn't Dad come back yet?" Do you have to work overtime tonight? ”

"I heard your Uncle Zhang talk back and said that he was going to have a meeting." Zhang Mei replied, she was also a little strange in her heart, it was rare to have a meeting so late recently, and it was almost ten o'clock in the evening, why didn't anyone come back? It's so worrying.

Seeing that Fan Wuxian was already asleep in bed, just as the mother and daughter were packing up their things and preparing to sleep, there was a sound of the key drilling into the lock hole and turning outside the door.

Fan Heng is finally back.;