Huzi told Qin Fen that there was a ginkgo tree in his hometown, which was three hundred years old and had been at the intersection of the village and the mountain. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There is a tradition among the people in the village who go out to work that when they pass by the old ginkgo tree, they will pick a ginkgo leaf and take it with them.

Whether it is the capital in the north, Yuezhou in the south, or Songjiang Mansion in the east; Whether it is a worker on the assembly line, a security guard at the bottom of the city, or a dangerous construction worker, at the end of the day, exhausting back to their shacks, take out the ginkgo biloba sandwiched in a book or magazine, smell it, and feel that home is close by.

When I went home during the Spring Festival, I squeezed the green car, carried the big bags and small bags with both hands, and stuffed diapers in the crotch of my pants; Then turn to the car and take the motorcycle to blow the north wind, and then walk on the mountain road for an hour, see the old ginkgo tree standing at the entrance of the village, the fatigue and hard work all the way are gone, and I am home!

For children like Huzi, the old ginkgo tree is the entertainment center and children's paradise in the village. They would play hide-and-seek, fight, and play house under the tree, and in the evening, the old village chief would go to the ginkgo tree for a walk.

Especially in the summer, the old village chief will tell them stories.

The old village chief will speak a lot of books, including "Xue Ding Mountain's Expedition to the West", "Little Wuyi", "Bao Gong Romance" and so on.

Moreover, what the old village chief said was different from what he said on the radio, all in the local dialect, and there were many slang words, and the children sounded simply fascinated.

However, ten years ago, when Huzi was eight years old, the ginkgo tree disappeared overnight. The old village chief led everyone to chase them for a day and a night, only to catch up with the car wheel prints, and the ginkgo biloba leaves that fell on both sides of the mountain road.

It seems that from that year onwards, the young people in the village who went out to work did not return home much, and every two years would become once every three years, or even longer.

Gradually, those who can read are gone, and those who can't read learn a trade early, or be carpenters, or learn to drive, in short, they have to leave the village to work in the city.

"Are you sure it's this ginkgo tree?" Qin Fen asked.

Huzi nodded and said, "That's right, there are still words engraved when I was a child, on which the word 'Huzi' was written, and I was beaten by our old village chief's buttocks." Speaking of this, Huzi first grinned embarrassedly, and soon cried again, "Our old village chief died two years after the ginkgo tree was stolen. ”

Qin Fen turned on the flashlight in his mobile phone and looked carefully at the place where Huzi was pointing, not to mention, it was really rare to see the word "Huzi".

This guy was ruthless about the engraving at the time, and now there are nodules growing around these two characters.

"Is there anything else you can prove?"

"The whole tree looks exactly like the one in our hometown, and it's the same everywhere else."

Qin Fen said: "Huzi, do you have any photos of you with the ginkgo tree before?" ”

"Yes." Huzi said decisively.

"Find a way to find it, or send it on your phone, and confirm it again."

Huzi nodded, and then with a look of hope in his eyes, he said, "Brother Qin, can that tree still come back?" ”

"I don't know much about that." Qin Fen said, "It's not that I poured cold water, it's not easy to ask for it." ”

It's a really hard thing to do.

The real estate developer's last greening project included this tree, which must have been bought somewhere, and those places must have passed through the hands of other people, and it was impossible for this old ginkgo tree to stay in one place for ten years.

Huzi first had to collect evidence to explain that the old ginkgo tree belonged to their village, and then to explain that the tree was illegally obtained by the relevant parties.

Qin Fen felt discouraged when he thought about it, it was basically impossible for a security guard to do such a thing.

"Huzi, in fact, if you can meet the old ginkgo again, it can be regarded as a kind of fate, there is no need to go back to the old ginkgo tree, right, anyway, you can also see it."

"Brother Qin, I must come back to the tree." Huzi's eyes widened, and he looked determined.

For another person, it is difficult to understand Huzi's mood at this time.

Qin Fen could understand because he thought of the old mansion.

An old house, a tree at the entrance of a village, a pond in a village, or just a well, may form an indispensable part of a person's childhood memories.

It's really stealing everything, and he actually stole the big tree at the entrance of the village, and it was even more coincidental that he was recognized ten years later.

Qin Fen looked up at the old ginkgo tree in front of him, and saw that the trunk was tall and vicissitudes, and the golden ginkgo leaves of the tree should be very beautiful if it was in the afterglow of the sunset.

It's really strange, as the old saying goes: the tree dies, the man lives.

I don't know how many times this old ginkgo tree has been moved, but it is still alive, and it is really tenacious.

If a tree has a spirit, I wonder if it also misses its homeland.

Huzi did not speak, immersed in an emotion that bordered on tragedy and anger.

His heart was hot with blood, his fists were clenched, and he was going to bring back the old ginkgo tree anyway. The old village chief was buried on the hillside at the entrance of the village, and he looked at the mountain road every day.

Huzi thought to himself that if one day he dragged the tree home, the old village chief would be very happy.

Qin Fen didn't speak, imagining that a centuries-old ginkgo tree had left its homeland, been sold again and again, and had taken root again and again.

Qin Fen had an indescribable emotion echoing in his heart.

After chatting with Huzi for a few words, Qin Fen returned to the room.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Qin Fen took a nap for an hour.

At around six o'clock, Qin Fen woke up.

Pushing open the window, the cold wind poured in in the morning, and Qin Fen could see clearly that the tiger was still in the old ginkgo tree.

He actually stood all night.

He walked a few steps and turned back, as if there was an invisible line between him and the old ginkgo tree.

Qin Fen closed the window, closed the curtains, urged the door god spell, and returned to the old mansion of Feilaifeng in one step.

It's not dawn yet.

Watching the sunrise from the big terrace of the old mansion was the best, but Qin Fen didn't have the time.

He went downstairs and found the hoe and shovel in the tool room.

I have to admit that Xia Meng is very well prepared for her secluded life in the mountains, but her hoes and shovels are all foreign famous brands, which are serious high-end outdoor products.

Qin Fen is not used to it, but it is better than nothing.

Qin Fen decided to build a road, starting from the old mansion and winding down until it reached the dock.

It is said to be "repair", but in fact, there is not so much movement, to be precise, it is repair.

What Qin Fen has to do is hoe and shovel out the weeds, and reorganize the road section that has been washed away by the water.

There are about three sections of bluestone slabs that are completely broken, and the project is larger, so you need to hit stones on the north side of the mountain and knock out a flat bluestone slab.

After Qin Fen cleaned up twenty or thirty years later, the sun came out, red, rippling on the blue waves, and you could see a little sail in the distance, which looked so tight.

Qin Fen straightened up, his eyes narrowed, and he thought to himself, can you enjoy such a good place by yourself?

One person is the family, and all the people are the township.