Late autumn patronized Yangjiawan as usual. In this impoverished recess, Yiqiē still lives by tinkering.

Although the autumn harvest filled many people's granaries, except for those who handed over to the state and repaid the grain borrowed from all over the disaster year, no one was rich.

Adults' clothes are changed to smaller, and colorful patches are put on before giving them to children; Older children's clothes are repaired and then given to younger brothers or sisters; If there is any excess, then make diapers, who wouldn't have a milk doll?

The trees on the mountain were almost cut down, and after the disaster, houses were built and repaired, and every household used a lot of wood; Even the stumps were uprooted and brought home to be chopped into firewood; People then find some saplings from the top of the mountain and fill them in the nests of the stumps, hoping that they will become towering trees in the coming year. Those collapsed terraces, after tinkering, have already brought a harvest this year! There is also the stone road that was built two years ago, which is crumbling and rotten, but it has been slowly repaired by people's frequent footsteps.

And what needs to be repaired the most is people's helpless hearts! Some say it's strong, others say it's vulnerable. No matter what state that beating heart presents, it is forced to a dead end by the cruel reality. And the only thing that can repair it is still the cruel reality.

Under the Criminal Law, which was promulgated four years ago, Xie Guoqiang was sentenced to five years in prison for causing death by negligence.

This news is undoubtedly an extrajudicial favor for the Xie family. I thought that I couldn't escape the common sense of "killing people to pay for their lives", just because the illiterate blind old lady understood the righteousness, and with the pain of tearing, she restored the truth of the facts like a spur to her son's corpse. The Xie family took out all their family savings, came to the door again and again to apologize, begging for forgiveness from the great benefactor, but they were all turned away.

Mrs. Wang knelt beside her son's new grave, tears wetting the dry mud in front of her, which was the most helpless tears of a mother and the loneliest story of a woman. This was the first time she had come to the grave after the village organized to bury her son. The newly burned paper money was definitely not the kindness of his daughter-in-law, but must have been done by Yang Zegui's children.

The liver and intestines of "white-haired people send black-haired people" were broken, so that Shufen and Fushun on the side couldn't cry. How afraid Fu Shun was to take a second look at this poor old woman, her only daughter in the world, who had left with him, and was not heard from now.

Fu Shun and Shu Fen discussed, and they took over the land of Wang Xianxian's family and planted it, and took care of the poor blind old lady like their own mother until her daughter returned......

After returning from the county seat, the Xie family organized men, women and children to harvest the rice sprouted by Yang Zegui's family, and also sent 500 catties of grain from their own granary.

Shufang took the children and returned to the big yard of Xiejiaba, where she was going to plant the fields that belonged to her husband, herself, and the little begonias. What's more, in that familiar bed, waiting for the man who warmed her heart again. She thought: Five years, maybe not too long!

Shufenniang, who was sick in bed, was mostly cured because of Fushun's sudden return. made the remaining small piece of bacon fragrant, and seemed to forget about the prison of his son-in-law.

Mother Wu held the child's round face, her eyes full of tears. This son, who is said to have drunk a lot of ink, is taller than himself. With thick shoulders and a broad backbone, it is more than enough to support a home.

Fu Shun squatted on the ground, this was the first time he had looked at his adoptive mother so quietly. The white hair had crept into the dark forest, wrinkles had crept up the rough and dark face, bloodshot eyes were covered with resolute eyes, and green tendons bulged on the backs of the weather-beaten hands. The calluses rubbed against his face, and occasionally the wounds that had not healed cut the child's face and heart. Only she knows how much suffering this hard-working rural woman has experienced and how many tears she has swallowed.

"Fu Wa'er, it's really my Fu Wa'er!"

"Mother, it's me, Fushun!"

The family burst into tears. A lost son, the hope brought by this despair, in Wu's mother's opinion, with this child, not to mention the ten acres of crops, even if Shufen pours out a few acres of pear saplings, that's not a problem!

What's more, Shufen is getting older day by day, and she wants to keep this precious girl by her side, is there a more satisfactory son-in-law than this?

Shufei was also very happy, this brother who was wandering in the outside world, not only brought back her favorite fruit candy, but also brought a box of luxury watercolor pens.

But this time when he saw Shufen's sister, Fushun didn't feel too excited, probably because he had been keeping correspondence, he knew enough about Shufen!

The years have changed the appearance of this beautiful female doll, and her delicate facial features and slender figure are enough to make Jiang Yuncheng's female dolls in the city who scratch their heads and pose embarrassed, even when they arrive at Jiangyun Normal School, which is known as "beautiful as a cloud", her sister is not inferior. Two years of rural life did not tame her with the so-called "cheesiness", but made her body, along with her mind, more mature, more beautiful, and more attractive. In the words of the poem in the godfather's notebook, it is simply "the snow river is clear and clear, and the empty valley is secluded".

Fushun lies in the silkworm house. The dismantled wooden bed was re-erected, and the last season of cocoons was sold. He breathed in the fragrance left by the silkworms, and watched the thatched roof turn into green tiles last year, and the spiders were still desperately weaving webs, completely unaware of the early cold of late autumn.

Fu Shun, who is also mature, suddenly remembered the childish question he once had - if Gui Ying and Shufen were going to marry him, who would he marry?

Unexpectedly, he actually remembered Xiang Yu. But this thought was just a flash, not to mention that his parents were both members of the city's public family, just their simple "buddy" relationship, it was also evil to have such an idea. He got up and went back to the broken desk he had just installed, and wrote a long letter with the pen and paper that his sister had given him.

Fushun's return really made the family come alive. Yang Zejin took him to the edge of the field to prune mulberry branches, Shufen taught him to graft mulberry trees and fruit trees, and Wu's mother picked up dung with him to water Shufen's pear trees. What's more, he used the hundreds of yuan he brought back to Linmu Township to buy back a ploughing cow, the curved horns, smooth cow hair, docile eyes, and loud cry are all like old cattle.

Only when he is free will he bury himself in the case, fiddling with rulers and "messy" geometric diagrams that only he understands.

In the blink of an eye, it was early winter, and the wheat in the fields had been planted.

Shufen and Fushun discussed, and went to Linmu Township to visit Nie Renhao, the peasant secretary, and by the way, they carried some brooms to the forest farm to sell.

Watching the two children set off happily, Shufenniang, who had just put on her back and was about to mow the grass, squatted down and pushed Yang Fenzi, who was tying a broom. "Fourth, look at it, it's still a good match! Hey, that Carpenter Liu, leave such a good baby, the longer it grows, the more decent! ”

Yang Zegui raised his head and looked at the two children who were walking farther and farther away on the field in front of the door, feeling happy and afraid. He knew that both children had their own dreams. For Shufen, perhaps because of family affection, he will really love this land, but he is not sure whether he will be a farmer with peace of mind; For Fushun, maybe it's just because of kindness, it's his dream to get those books back, and that dream can't be realized in the countryside, so as long as his dream is there, he will leave this place after all. The only way to stop it is to cut off his dreams.

But how could he bear to extinguish the spark of hope in a child! He didn't dare to tell his wife about this!

Yang Shuzi did not answer, and continued to bury his head in the broom. He just wants to let the children get along day and night, and sometimes, magical love can also extinguish a man's ambition.

Along the way, Shufen enthusiastically introduced "Nie Guoren", as well as his high-quality fruit trees and the forest township with the fragrance of birds and flowers. Fushun didn't seem interested in any of this, but just responded casually, occasionally asking some questions that didn't match at all.

But this does not seem to affect Shufen's interest, and she still looks forward to her own "flower and fruit orchard". Until the familiar tiled house appeared in front of him, and along with him, there was also the tall and handsome He Pan - he was picking up medicinal herbs in his own dam.

The blushing Shufen held her breath and looked at the handsome back from a distance. The accelerated heartbeat brought the gushing just now to an abrupt halt, and his footsteps slowed down, standing there hesitantly.

Fushun was attracted by another scenery, and didn't pay attention to whether his sister was keeping up with him. Not far away, a hydropower station has been erected, the torrent of the Sancha River has been blocked, the curved embankment has intercepted the upper reaches into a flat lake, and the water of the Shiqiao and Xiaoshui rivers has overflowed the bamboo forests and crops, and the confluence is ready to go - just open the floodgates, and the huge water will become a magical force, sending a steady stream of electricity to thousands of households.

It is a pity that the factory building is being capped. It could have been designed as a beautiful scenery by using the embankment and the back hill, but the two-story building you see now is no different from the houses in the city. Fushun thought again, maybe it was the need of the plant, after all, he knew almost nothing about water and electricity.

"Shufen, hurry up!" Fu Shun has already arrived in the dam of He Pan's house. Seeing Shufen standing behind the house, she couldn't help but call.

Dr. He threw away the medicinal herbs in his hand and looked up at Fushun. I heard Shufen's name from his mouth again, and concluded that this was the adopted son of the Yang family.

He Pan took a few steps outside the house. Shufen saw He Pan turn around, quickly straightened her collar, and pulled the pigtail that she had tied in the morning. I wanted to walk over generously, but I unconsciously trotted all the way around the path behind the house and reached the bottom of the hydropower station in one breath.

Before He Pan could see Shufen's appearance clearly, she ran away and disappeared. He patted the dust on his hands, smiled at Fu Shun, and went to the dustpan to pick up the medicine again.

Fu Shun touched his little flat head, completely confused about the situation. I had to lift the back on my shoulder, and quickly followed Sister Shufen who was detouring the path.

The embankment cuts off the Sancha River and also cuts off the water traffic from the Xiaoshui River to Linmu Township. There were no boats, so people had to walk to the scene.

Shufen's face is red, and the rabbit scratches her heart. She had never been so afraid to face Dr. Ho. In the past, although she was nervous and shy, she was able to hide her inner restlessness, and she faced and talked generously, what happened today?

"Slow down, Shufen!" She heard Brother Fushun's call, but she didn't have the courage to turn back. Maybe it's really because of him, because this brother everyone thought was going to be her husband......