Jung Sung-hyun got on the bus back to his hometown alone and left Han Jiaren at the hotel, and although she strongly asked to go along, Jung Sung-hyun did not give in this time. It belonged to him alone, and he didn't want to share it with anyone, at least not with his secretary.

His hometown is far away, six or seven hours by car, and he has to change trains again to get to the place he remembers.

In the past, he would always be sleepy when he took the car, and he often fell asleep when he got in the car, but this time he didn't feel sleepy. I didn't think about anything when I looked out the window, and I seemed to think a lot.

Most of the passengers in the car were drowsy, and only a few people looked up at the car TV in front of them, which showed the works of famous comedians. are all familiar performances, but he still watches them with relish.

Sitting next to him was a young girl, in her early twenties, dressed quite stylishly, with a layer of foundation on her young and immature face, and the strong smell of perfume filling her nose was suffocating.

The girl seemed to be very interested in him, and took the initiative to talk along the way.

"Where are you going?"

“”

"Me too!"

"Home yes?" ……

Zheng Chengxian chatted with her with or without a match, and a young and fashionable girl took the initiative to chat with her, which was something that she never dreamed of before.

In his previous life, he had looked forward countless times that he could have a beautiful opposite sex sit down next to him, and have a relaxed and pleasant conversation like this, so as to pass the boring journey, and it would be wonderful if nothing else could happen again.

It's a pity that there is a beautiful opposite sex, and there is no one who is willing to take care of him.

"Do you play Weibo?"

"Are you going to work or school?"

"You don't look like a human!" ……

The girl kept stirring up various topics, and Zheng Chengxian responded politely one by one, without the slightest wave in his heart.

The things he once looked forward to were close at hand, and he could get them as long as he hooked his fingers, but he had no interest, and even had diǎn boredom. Sexual encounters are still erotic encounters, but because people have changed, they feel out of shape.

The way people look at things and their moods, →dǐng→diǎn→小→says,.2∨3.£os_(); It will change as it changes. It's like the young and beautiful urban woman next to her, who used to feel unattainable, but now she can't.

Jung Sung-hyun suddenly felt very scared, his hometown was a treasure treasured in his heart, a painful but beautiful memory. He was afraid that when he saw those familiar things, he would feel nothing like he did now.

The so-called homesickness is probably like this!

He responded politely to the point of coldness, and finally made the girl realize that people didn't want to deal with her very much, and a stupid look appeared on her face, and she lowered her head and played with her mobile phone and ignored him.

After the car stopped, the girl stood up and left, completely ignoring Zheng Chengxian. Just like in the previous life, although they lived together for hours in a small space, they were two parallel lines.

Zheng Chengxian smiled and didn't care, they were originally passers-by with each other, and their fate started from the car, and finally from the car.

The six-hour bus ride left Zheng Chengxian with back pain, but he still needed to take another hour by minibus to get there. The language spoken by the people around him is no different from his dialect, and the throbbing and intimacy in his heart arises spontaneously.

didn't stop long, gritted his teeth and got on a minibus and drove home.

The hours of driving made him feel as if he was going back in time, and the world seemed to be going backwards. The buildings are getting shorter and older, and the bright clothes are becoming more simple and rustic.

Old and dilapidated houses, dusty and garbage-strewn streets, full of elderly people with limited mobility and immature teenagers. Not to mention that compared to Seoul, it is like two worlds compared to it.

One is vibrant, busy and efficient, while the other is decadent and old. They don't have any intersection with each other, they don't feel that there is anything wrong with their lives, and everyone is at ease, just like a river fish can't imagine the world of sea fish.

But Jung Sung-hyun is a person who holds both worlds in his heart, and his different lifestyles constantly impact him, making him often wander between the two.

When the car arrived at the station, Zheng Chengxian, who was lightly traveled, appeared at the exit of the station, and several people surrounded him.

"Where to go? By car? ”

"Where are you, I'll send you......

I picked a car that looked relatively clean, sat on it, reported an address, and the driver kicked the accelerator and left.

Zheng Chengxian's hometown is a small county with a large population, and despite the government's vigorous development, it has not achieved much due to geographical restrictions. There are few employment opportunities for young people, so they all go out to work, and most of the people who stay are the elderly and children.

It was nearly evening, and the streets were filled with parents who had come to pick up their children by car or bicycle.

"Is it often so blocked?" Jung Sung-hyun asked casually.

The driver replied with a cigarette on his hand: "Yes, it's not after school, there's no way there are too many people."

Zheng Chengxian, who choked on cheap tobacco, frowned, and the driver noticed it, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry~" As he opened the window, he was about to throw it out.

"No!" Zheng Chengxian stopped him out loud, took the driver's cigarette diǎn and took a deep breath, feeling like he was swallowing the hot pain of the blade, and slowly exhaled the smoke while enduring the discomfort: "I also smoke, I haven't smoked this brand for a long time."

"Just got back from out of town?" The driver asked with interest.

"Sort of!"

"Where do you get rich?"

Jung Sung-hyun thought for a moment and replied: ""

"Well, big city, there are many opportunities. It's like this place to even see the door," the driver grumbled, taking a hateful puff as the soft cigarette slammed down.

"Then why are you staying?"

The driver is in his early thirties, which should be a good age to work hard.

"There's no way, the old man at home is sick in bed, and he can't do without people! I'm gone, what will they do? The driver replied wistfully, staring at the squirming crowd in front of him, and honked his horn viciously a few times.

Zheng Chengxian empathized with these words, and he was also because of various concerns, but he was young but nested in this small place with no future, unable to move.

"I chartered your car today, you can tell me how much it is, and I will go back after I finish my errands."

Zheng Chengxian had diǎn Yixing Yanshan, and when he was in Korea, he desperately wanted to come back, but within an hour of coming back, he was overwhelmed by something and wanted to escape.

The driver froze for a moment, and such a thing is rarely encountered: "Go?" ”

"Well, I'm coming back to see, and I'm going to leave soon. Don't run around, take me around," Jung Sung-hyun said generously, seeing himself in the driver.

The self who has the heart to change, but is unable to achieve it.

"Okay, how much do you give?"

"Two thousand, I'll give you 500 first" Zheng Chengxian counted out five bills from his wallet and handed them over.

The car finally struggled out of the quagmire of traffic jam and drove all the way to the place mentioned earlier.

In the distance, I saw an ugly plane tree, the mottled trunk stretched out three crooked branches, now it was just spring, the branches and leaves were still very sparse, and from a distance it seemed that there was nothing on the gray-white branches.

"I'll go, why does this tree look like a stewed chicken claw?" The driver also noticed the tree and couldn't help but complain.

Jung Sung-hyun couldn't help but laugh. (To be continued.) )