While Yuan Ye swallowed the last bite of rice, Yu Mocheng spoke: "Let's set off and climb over the snow-capped mountains." ”

The expected answer.

Yuan Ye picked up his backpack and walked out of the restaurant and walked towards his car.

The merchants of the Plains Plateau were just about to set off at this time, and the original leaf's car was sandwiched in the middle of their tricycle and headed west on the winding mountain road that had not been painted. In summer, the Liunian Mountains are verdant and verdant, and several towering snow-capped peaks are like white hostas dotted among them.

After getting his driver's license, Yuan Ye thought about driving over the snow-capped mountains by himself, but he didn't expect it to come true at this time.

Yu Mocheng sat in the back row, looking out the window at the rolling mountains, silent, silent.

Yuan Ye couldn't guess what he was thinking, she wouldn't figure out what others were thinking, let alone the thoughts of the villains.

Is he going back to Yanhui Village to step on the villagers who have made him suffer a lot, or will he go back to repay them for their nurturing and education? Does he miss that poor little mountain village, or does he return to his hometown and go back to laugh at the barrenness of the place?

After a morning of hard driving, the tricycle stopped at noon on a relatively gentle mountain road to rest.

Yuan Ye got out of the car, stretched his limbs, looked at the overlapping peaks, and sighed: "It will take another day to cross the snow-capped mountains of the passing year, alas! ”

Yu Mocheng got out of the car and looked at the mountains, thoughtful, or stupid.

Just eat some dry food with water, and after a short rest, continue to climb the mountains and mountains.

slept in the car at night, Yu Mocheng was silent all the time, and his heart was heavy, except for Yuan Ye to give him snacks, the two did not have any communication.

At noon the next day, the convoy finally crossed the snow-capped mountains and entered the wilderness plateau. Stop at the first town in the wilderness plateau and continue into the depths of the plateau.

On the third day, after arriving at the first small county town, Yu Mocheng finally issued the same order as Yuan Ye thought, and they no longer followed the caravan, but turned south.

Yu Mocheng took out a map and pointed it to Yuan Ye: "Our destination is this small village. ”

Yuan Ye saw clearly that the name of the village was Yan and looked back. It is basically determined that this young master of the imperial capital is the original quiche. There should be a more tortuous story behind him. But those stories are not about Haraha, she just wants to be able to return to the Wild Grass Valley safely and normally.

Two days later, Haraha drove the car under the huge tree at the entrance of the small village.

Seeing this tree, which had not changed in the slightest from when the original leaves left ten years ago, Yu Mocheng's childish and rigid face finally showed excitement. Haraha hasn't gotten out yet. He got out of the car first, ran to the tree, and hugged the tree with trembling arms, his young handsome and smooth face clinging to the rough trunk, not caring that the mucus secreted from the trunk stained his face.

Yuan Ye stood beside the car and looked at Yu Mocheng from a distance, excited. I thought to myself, he still has feelings for the big tree, maybe he doesn't care about the grievances he suffered when he was a child, and will let the poor villagers go.

Yu Mocheng hugged the tree and rubbed it, and it took a long time to get drunk, and he returned to Yuan Ye's side, his eyes were still red.

Yuan Ye felt that he had an unreal feeling, when he was a child, he had never seen him crying, even if he was beaten by Uncle Osmanthus so that his skin was blue.

"Let's go into the village." Yu Mocheng pulled out his suitcase and said. The face is not facing the original leaf at all.

Could it be that he was embarrassed to let her see his crying red eyes? Yuan Ye pondered in his heart.

The village is still the same as it used to be, and in the past ten years, there has not been a single family, and some houses have even become empty. Young people who go out rarely come back to settle here, because it is too remote and backward.

Yu Mocheng walked into the village with a familiar car, and if he hadn't happened to see a dirty child peeking at them through the streets, he would have thought that this had become an empty village.

The adobe houses on the stone paths, the crooked shadows fall unevenly in the quiet alleys.

Yuan Ye wondered, isn't this road the road to Aunt Osmanthus's house? The whole village knows that the quiche is the adopted son of Aunt Osmanthus. Could it be that he doesn't remember the road when he was a child?

The answer was soon revealed. Yu Mocheng didn't want to go to Osmanthus Lady's house at all, he stood outside a courtyard with stone and earth walls overgrown with weeds, and a huge persimmon tree grew in the courtyard, and the tree was now full of green fruits. On the pier of a house next to the door sat a blind mother-in-law with gray hair and dirt.

This is the home of Haraha.

Yu Mocheng touched the dilapidated wooden door covered with green hair and cried. Tears are like beads pierced through thread. He distinctly heard three children clamoring in the courtyard, a girl yelling for kebabs, a boy for quiche, and another for shortbread.

A middle-aged man said slowly: "Where is there so much delicious food every day?" Today there is only porridge rice. ”

A young woman smiled heartily: "Today, in addition to porridge rice, there is also quiche." ”

The boy who wanted to eat the quiche jumped for joy, and the girl who wanted to eat the barbecue shouted that Grandma was biased, but the woman said, "Whoever has a birthday today is the biggest." Quiche for his birthday, of course eat quiche. ”

The girl was not convinced: "He celebrates his birthday, let his grandma cook food for him, why eat it at my house?" ”

"Aunt Osmanthus is still busy weaving, so do you have time to make something delicious for him? And the osmanthus lady makes it delicious, and the quiche doesn't like to eat. ”

The sound of the girl and the woman arguing and debating was still ringing in my ears, but through the dilapidated wooden door, I could only see the barren grass and the thick withered persimmon leaves that did not know how old they were.

Why is it gone? Why not wait for him to come back? Why let the desolation of the courtyard greet his longing to return?

Yu Mocheng's silent crying turned into a sound cry, for twelve years, this warm courtyard is like a lamp in his heart, for this small courtyard, he can endure all setbacks, failures, depression, pain, discrimination, helplessness, hesitation...... But when he was finally able to come back and run to it, it became a yard of weeds.

He finally mustered enough courage to push open the dilapidated wooden door and step into the barren courtyard, the creaking of the weeds and fallen leaves that had withered over the years. Sitting under the persimmon tree, looking up at the green fruits, time will not turn back for him, and he will never be able to sit back under the tree in the warm and clean courtyard of the past.

Yuan Ye didn't go in, and waited outside the door until Yu Mocheng came out of the dilapidated wooden door with red and swollen eyes, depressed, and lonely, as if he had been barren for a century.

Yu Mocheng looked at her face, and there was no trace in her calm and waveless face.

He walked towards his blind mother-in-law.

"Mother-in-law, where did Grandpa Xue and his family go?"

"Gone, gone, coming, coming, gone, the road is full of dazzling. All the way is the scent of dazzle...... "All the words of the blind mother-in-law will come down to dazzle."

Yu Mocheng slowly lifted his suitcase and walked down the mossy stone slab and grass path step by step.

Yuan Ye followed step by step, she didn't expect it. In the heart of the quiche, his own home is closer than the home of the osmanthus lady who adopted him, and his first stop in the village is actually her home.

Don't think about this second stop, it's the osmanthus lady's house.

The house of the lady of osmanthus has less grass except for the wild grass. It's not much better than the original Ye family.

Yu Mocheng stopped in front of the door for a moment, and stretched out his hand to open the half-hidden door.

The courtyard is dilapidated and dirty, and the corners of the walls are piled up with the dregs of medicine that have been thrown away.

Yu Mocheng's trembling hand lifted the dirty and dilapidated door curtain.

The low earth and stone house, exuding the smell of old ** in the dark, I vaguely saw a person sitting on the kang. After getting used to the dim light in the room, I saw that it was a woman sitting on the kang, fumbling with her hands and counting small pills, one by one in the lid. Her hair was gray and unkempt, and a flea jumped from time to time on the dirty clay kang.

"Grandma!" Yu Mocheng dropped his suitcase. Kneeling in front of the kang, he grabbed the wrinkled hand of the old and dirty woman.

The woman was a little displeased and said, "Old man, why are you grabbing my hand?" What if you get rid of the pills? You said that it was good in broad daylight, but I dreamed again, and I dreamed that the child called me Grandma. Am I going to die, always awake and dreaming? ”

Yu Mocheng hugged Aunt Osmanthus's hand and cried silently: "Grandma, it's all my fault, I just came to see you now, I should have come early, but I'm so stupid." Grandma......"

Aunt Osmanthus finally realized that this was not a pipe dream, it was really someone holding her hand and crying and calling Grandma.

"Yes...... It's my son who is back! It's my son! Who said my son wasn't coming back? What a blind eye! My son is back! Hahaha...... "Aunt Osmanthus fumbled with her wrinkled hands and touched Yu Mocheng's head, trembling and groping his short hair, muttering in her mouth. "My son, my son......"

Yuan Ye sat down on a dirty stool, looking at this scene that made people's nose sour, and his heart was very uncomfortable.

Aunt Osmanthus has a total of three sons, two biological, and the third son is adopted.

To feed the family. Working all day, Yuan Ye has the impression that she is an osmanthus lady who is in a hurry to make a living, and she has never seen her have a minute of leisure.

She grew old, and her three sons left in turn, and in the end they were all heard from again, and the evening was sad.

"You are my youngest son, three little, my third little! My third child is back...... "Aunt Osmanthus recognized this son in the groping, this is the first son to leave her, and it is also the son she is most worried about and most worried about, he was only nine years old when he left. Every time her son leaves, she has to cry a lot, every time she thinks of her son, she has to cry, and finally her eyes can't see anything.

Aunt Osmanthus's three sons have no official names, the eldest is called the big and small, the second is called the second small, the third is called the third small, and the people in the village are more called the three little quiches.

Later, the eldest and second eldest who left the village to make a living must have an official name outside, but Aunt Osmanthus didn't know what they would call.

Aunt Osmanthus took Yu Mocheng's hand and refused to let go for a minute.

"Sanxiao, is your father good to you?"

"Okay."

"Is my mother good to you?"

"Okay."

"Did your own siblings bully you?"

"Nope." Yu Mocheng felt that he would not be at ease when he answered Aunt Osmanthus like this, and added, "They take good care of me." ”

"Is there enough food for your father's family? Look at your hands are so thin, ask your father to bring you some bacon when you leave. Son, if they have a hard time there, or if there is some famine, come back, although our family is not rich, but we can always have enough to eat. ”

"Okay."

……

Uncle Osmanthus came back, the neighbors came, and the people in the village came, and the more and more they accumulated, the house could not be filled, and they were crowded in the yard.

Uncle Osmanthus took out all the things at the bottom of the box at home and distributed them to his son, the original leaves, and the villagers to eat.

One of his sons has finally returned, and since one can come back, the other two will surely come back someday, at some unexpected time.

"Oiclet, where is your father's house?" The villager asked curiously.

"Imperial Capital."

"I heard that the environment of the imperial capital is poor, and the people who came to explore the plateau said, our environment here is really good, blue sky and white clouds, where they can't see the blue sky at all, really?"

"Really."

"Your own father took you back and asked you to do any work?"

"Read."

"Is it like the female gentleman from our village who teaches like that?"

"Yes."

"What grade did your father give you to study?"

"Master."

"Talking about things? How many years do you have to read about things? ”

"I used it for two years."

"Sure enough, I see that you are not close, only let you study for two years, I heard that the students in the county want to study for nine years, does your father not like you, so he sent you to the osmanthus lady's house for fostering?"

"It's really uneducated, you have to study for many years to get a master's degree, and then you can study for two years after you get in. You are so good at quiches! ”

……

One side is chattering and guessing, the other side is concise and to the point, asking ten questions and answering one, this kind of one-sided chat, Yuan Ye really can't stand it.

It's not easy to think about Yu Mocheng, the plateau is closed and backward, and the people who stay at home are all elderly people or children, and it is not easy to explain to them the life in the outside world thoroughly.

A child rubbed to the side of the quiche and said, "Uncle quiche, my brother and uncle who came back from work in the past have to give gifts, what do you send?" ”

Yu Mocheng was stunned, he got a master's degree from MIT, he immediately rushed to the plateau like an arrow, and even went on the road without waking up from his hangover in Drifting Cloud City, where did he think of preparing gifts for the villagers. The child's words left him speechless with embarrassment.

Yu Mocheng's cousin made the villagers and the osmanthus uncle Osmanthus misunderstand that he was not good outside, so that he had no money to buy things for the villagers, and even, he didn't seem to bring gifts to the osmanthus lady.

In order not to make her son ugly, Aunt Osmanthus said together: "I walked in a hurry on the three small roads, I didn't have time to bring you a gift, next time, Aunt Osmanthus still has maltose at home, the sweetest maltose." ”

Uncle Osmanthus hurriedly turned out the last maltose and distributed it to the children.

Yuan Ye, who had been silent and played the air, finally stood up and said to the children: "Uncle Custard's gifts for you are all in the car, aunt go get them, which of you will help me get them?" ”

The children raised their hands in a mess, and the children in the yard were all raising their hands and feet.

Aunt Osmanthus finally found out that her son had come back with a girl, and said happily: "Sanxiao, is this your daughter-in-law?" Come, come, let Grandma see. ”

Thanks to the commuter pass (to be continued.) )