Through the broken glass window, Jia Feng, who was lying on the bed, looked boredly at the canopy of the two plane trees in front of his house, as if he was trembling violently, and the swaying branches shook in the window, as if he was confiding, or indicating that something was about to happen?

Home is a secluded new house newly built in recent years, covering an area of several hundred square meters, but only one floor of about 100 square meters, no more than 5 meters high, surrounded by bare wasteland, connecting the slopes of pine and tea trees, and occasionally there are dotted plane flowers blooming in the wind.

Since he was a child, he could remember, Jiafeng was very indifferent to the opposite sex, accompanied by a trace of fear, a sense of awe, like countless insects, devouring his young and simple heart, until the day came, in a violent way to explode, or end.

At the door, a rattan chair, sat a middle-aged woman, named Xiao Zhang, short, spicy and capable, good at mouth, Jiafeng was not less affected by her nest on weekdays, for a reason that could not be explained, she swallowed her anger since she was a child, and she couldn't bear it.

Nothing special, right? A rural woman, ordinary, is not three-headed and six-armed, fangs and claws, aggressive, and fighting...... The stars are changing, and I don't know what happened, so I can only look at the first scene.

The former weak children have grown up, graduated from Yongyang Normal University in July this year, have no job, temporarily return home, because they are embarrassed to go out and meet acquaintances to ask about work, only closed at home, the door does not go out.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, Jiafeng's father looked at the child who had not yet gotten up, sighed, was silent, lifted the axe, and walked out the door.

On the surface, Jiafeng was lazy in the house, but in fact, Jiafeng often didn't sleep all night, meditating on his own way out, but at this time, he didn't know that he was about to stage a full line of civil and military affairs.

Tiger poison does not eat children, at this moment, a father-son struggle is about to be staged.

The initiator is the woman on the rattan chair, pointing to Sang scolding Huai's chatter: "There are mothers, children without mothers, what bullshit articles do you read...... Lying at home in broad daylight, doing nothing, eating and drinking for nothing......"

Isn't she Jiafeng's mother? It's just that the word "after" before and after is added, and the difference between one word is worlds apart.

According to the past, Jiafeng is one ear in, one ear out, when you don't hear it, otherwise there will be no Jiafeng today.

At this time, Jiafeng didn't know where the resentment or courage came from, got up, rushed out of the door, and yelled at the woman: "Don't give a face, what do you think you are?" ”

Jiafeng is too uncultivated, he can be regarded as a scholar, the pride of the sky, a college student, and he hasn't entered the society yet, so he is so rebellious, talking back to the elders, no matter what, he can be regarded as an elder.

Impulsiveness is the devil, and there are times when the humble gentleman and the timid man break out.

Now it's okay, I stabbed the hornet's nest, and after a while, Jiafeng's father carried a wooden stick to teach Jiafeng a lesson under the woman's distorted facts and sowing discord.

A young man with strong blood, dare to challenge Lao Tzu's authority?

Can't! Even if the village is reckless, he also pays attention to the order of respecting the old and the young, how can there be a son who is not afraid of Lao Tzu, the conflict between father and son, the son can only flee from the wind, not to mention that Jiafeng is still a chick, just out of school and has not yet integrated into the society.

Jiafeng panicked and ran upstairs, this is over, you are running outside, the vast world, you can't afford to provoke and can't hide, now the narrow road meets, upstairs staged a father-son shop.

Jiafeng ran upstairs, there was only one floor, that is, the roof, standing on the side, Jiafeng's father picked up the stick to teach Jiafeng a lesson, Jiafeng just waited to be beaten.

Fortunately, at the entrance downstairs, two villagers and their husband were cutting down trees.

At this moment, a plane tree about 5 meters high fell down, a middle-aged couple, Uncle Ba, Aunt Ba after a long period of tug-of-war, the old sycamore with a thick waist pole fell in response, because of a wildfire a few days ago, the two plane trees at the door of the house are about to wither, think about the previous is also luxuriant, winding, strange, beautiful, but unfortunately good scenery, good life, good days!

One went, and another; This tree is a little thin, it should be only a few years old, the arms are thick, it does not lose its graceful posture, it is slim, but it is not interesting, there is no trace of green, it is not also a disadvantage.

"Uncle, come (save me)......" If it weren't for Jiafeng's call for help, Uncle Ba would have prepared to beat rabbits with grass and destroy seedlings, and by the way, he would cut off the little sycamore, and Uncle Ba's axe was hanging in the air.

I don't know if I'm saving Xiao Wutong or saving myself?

The woman scolded "unscrupulous" downstairs, and Aunt Ba pleaded downstairs: "Don't fight, he's just a child......"

Uncle Ba abandoned the axe and rushed upstairs to save the scene.

Far water can't quench the thirst of the near, the next one is burning the fire, the other is fighting the fire, and while talking, Jiafeng has already received a few sticks on his body.

The height of the first floor is about 5 meters, Jiafeng thought about jumping off the building, but he didn't have the courage to jump down, worried about breaking his arms and legs, but he didn't have any big rebellious thoughts, and pushed his father downstairs, his father raised himself so big, it was a sin to think about it.

In the eyes of irrelevant people, it seems that they are acting, not hot and exciting enough, why are "snipe and clam fighting, fishermen profiting", "relatives are painful, enemies are fast", "one misstep becomes a thousand years of hatred" Why are things often staged? Jia Feng often thinks about how to restrain demonic thoughts, and the only way to do so is to have a virgin, cowardly, or forbearant heart.

Jiafeng's father was angry, and beat this unlucky child to death, Uncle Ba came over to protect Jiafeng with his body, and Jiafeng was still stunned.

"Xiaofeng, don't go down yet, you father and son, don't be afraid of people's jokes......" While telling Jiafeng to leave, he persuaded Jiafeng's father, "The child is not sensible, you really beat it......"

"Ouch......" the stick fell to the ground.

"Ba*, the firewood is finished, go back soon......" Aunt Ba urged below, the trees were cut down, and they were going back, and the land at the door would be exchanged for the Jiafeng family in the future.

Jiafeng was relieved, and Xiao Wutong was also reborn.

The land at the door originally did not belong to the Jiafeng family, according to the land certificate, only the homestead belonged to the Jiafeng family, and the mountain outside the door was allocated to Uncle Ba's family. In the future, the door of Jiafeng's house will be open, and the sycamore will not die in the wind and rain, what will be the future of Jiafeng?

Coming downstairs, Jiafeng asked Uncle Ba: "Can the little sycamore not be cut?" It's a pity that there is a plane tree at home, which attracts the phoenix...... I love having sycamores on my doorstep. ”

Uncle Ba agreed: "Yes! It's your family from now on...... Xiaofeng, you are so stubborn, nerd! ”

The two pushed the wooden cart full of loads, leaving this bare open space, only the little sycamore who survived the catastrophe, and the frightened and undecided Jiafeng.

The scorching sun shines on the lonely one and one phoenix, and at this moment between heaven and earth, the family phoenix can only recite a poem to this creature who is sympathetic to each other: "The phoenix is singing, in the high hill; The sycamore is born, and the sun rises in the sun; Feng Feng Meng, Yong Yong chatter. ”

Everything in the world has aura, trees are people, and people are trees...... The fate of the tree is not the same as the fate of people, those who go along with it prosper, those who go against it die, the phoenix nirvana, the journey of life is long, and a qiē has just begun.