On the hill behind Haibang Village, Ma Yiyuan sat in a tuft of grass, looking at the village below the mountain. The low thatched huts and thatched huts of the past have disappeared and have been replaced by small western-style houses.

Ma Yiyuan used to be the pride of Haipang Village. His family was poor, he studied hard, skipped grades continuously, and finally became a public student at the age of eighteen. This is the glory of the Ma family's ancestors for generations.

However, since going abroad, Ma Yiyuan has never wanted to return to this poor and backward small fishing village. His father died, his mother died subsequently, and his sister Ma Xinghua, who was three years younger than him, took the initiative to give up her studies and work in a restaurant in order to support her brother's study. In order to pursue a high salary, she continued to change jobs, restaurants, hotels, factories, housekeeping, and did whatever she could to make money. Finally in a cold winter, Ma Xinghua lost contact, whether it was dead or alive, it is unknown.

Ma Xinghua is his only relative in this world. Ma Xinghua disappeared, and Ma Yiyuan's spiritual backbone died completely. The whole world collapsed. Since then, Haipang Village is not only a scar in Ma Yiyuan's heart, but also a thorn in the depths of his soul. Don't dare to touch, don't dare to recall. He spends all his spare time on work-study, doing the hardest and most tiring work, and earning some living money. gritted his teeth and persevered, survived, and there was only one belief: to get ahead! Yes, Ma Yi is far more eager to succeed than anyone else. After graduating with a Ph.D., he earned a high salary of $20,000 a month and could live a decent life like most white-collar workers. But he is far from satisfied, he wants to be his own boss and have his own industrial empire.

Once again, fate ruthlessly punished Ma Yiyuan. That year, the small electronics company he invested in didn't survive half a year, losing millions of dollars. He was beaten down again. At this time. A junior high school classmate wrote to tell him. It is rumored that someone saw Ma Xinghua going to Dongjiang City to work. Working as a coolie in a shoe factory, working fourteen hours a day, working all the time except eating, sleeping, pooping and peeing. Moreover, the unscrupulous bosses also locked the workers in the factory, did not allow them to go out, and locked them with iron chains outside. Late one night, a huge fire broke out in the factory. Dozens of workers at the factory were all burned to charcoal. Ma Xinghua is likely to have died in this fire. And the shoe factory owner could not withstand such a major blow. Later, he also had a nervous breakdown and committed suicide by jumping into the river.

Eighteen years without going home. Ma Yiyuan wanted to go home and see. Sitting on this hill, he not only saw the white Toyota Village walking away, but also saw the ruins of his own small thatched house. The villagers in the village still have some conscience and did not encroach on his family's ancestral business. The longan tree with a thick bowl mouth in front of the door was planted by Ma Yiyuan on his tenth birthday. At that time, the tree was only as thick as chopsticks, but now it has grown to the thickness of a bowl, and the tree is full of longan fruits.

From time to time, motorcycles and cars pass by in the village, and some people walk and ride bicycles. But none of these people have anything to do with Ma Yiyuan. A woman who married from another place. He didn't know him; He didn't know the children who were born later; Toddlers who were very young at the time. Now that they are all adults, he also does not know.

Ma Yiyuan sat on the hillside for more than half an hour, and finally saw an acquaintance, Uncle Kun, with a clumped back, a gray beard, and a cane. Behind him was a little kid, about four or five years old, holding a rock sugar gourd in his hand, looking happy. Uncle Kun took his little grandson into his new house. Sister-in-law Osmanthus also appeared, probably just returning from the vegetable patch, with a bundle of cabbage in one hand and a hoe on the other......

What are you doing on your own? I don't know! Without any purpose, he ran to Haiban Village? Ma Yiyuan couldn't think of a reason, the only reason was to go home and see. A strong nostalgia worried about him, and he involuntarily returned to Haipang Village. Their ancestral house is in ruins, but the villagers still keep the vacant land and have not encroached on it. The longan tree grows so luxuriantly that no one thinks of digging it back into their yard and planting it.

It is enough to have these. It is enough to prove that the people in the hometown are simple and kind. If Ma Yiyuan appeared in the village, it would definitely cause a small sensation among the middle-aged and elderly groups. And this sensation may be a violation of "organizational" discipline. Running back to Haibang Village alone may also be a fatal taboo for him.

Goodbye, hometown!

Ma Yiyuan finally stood up and patted the dust behind his buttocks. Then he took out his sunglasses from his pocket and put them on, so as not to be recognized by the old people in the village. The red taxi was still parked at the intersection, just turning around.

Drivers are noticeably more smiling because they are paid enough. I saw Ma Yiyuan coming down from the hill and did not enter the village. The driver asked a little puzzled, "Sir, why don't you go into the village to have a look?" ”

"Oh. No, nothing. ”

Ma Yiyuan sat in the passenger cab, felt something resting under his buttocks, was very uncomfortable, reached out and touched it, it turned out to be his mobile phone! When I got out of the car, I dropped my phone in the car. The card of the mobile phone is the "Shenzhou Xing" he bought on the street after returning to Shencheng, and it will be destroyed when he runs out. There are no more than five people who know this mobile phone number, Geng Yun, Mo Wei, Duan Xiufen, and Gu Qiang, deputy secretary of the municipal party committee. That half-human, half-ghost Xiao Qiong, he would never give him the phone number.

After coming to Shencheng for a few days, he has been living in seclusion, and since he got along with Xiao Qiong for more than half an hour, Ma Yiyuan smelled the dangerous aura around him. Especially the hotel waiter, Xiao Li, actually followed him to Haipang Village!

Ma Yiyuan opened his mobile phone and saw a message, and his brain exploded! "Don't run around if it's okay, watch out for the tail." The information is clueless, not even the phone number is displayed. What kind of fairy is this? If I'm not mistaken, he's a fox! But are foxes that stupid? Ma Yiyuan thought about it for a while, and felt that danger was pressing at an unprecedented speed. The fox is a veteran agent of country M, a wizard that Jack relies on, and it should be unlikely that he will use his mobile phone to send such messages. Excluding the fox, there is only one possibility left, the NSA people!

But how did they know their number? One of the four leaders must have ties with the National Security Bureau, or was instructed by the National Security Bureau to use the tricks of knocking on the mountain and shocking the tiger. But this time I came to the mainland, the degree of top secrecy was so high, and no activities were carried out, why was he targeted so quickly? Ma Yiyuan thought about it and couldn't find any reason.

What's even more terrifying for him is that the phone fell into the car just now, I wonder if the taxi driver has peeked at the information? According to common sense, he has free time and this convenience, even if it is out of curiosity, it is possible to see this message.

Taxi drivers can't stay! Ma Yiyuan's heart fell gloomily. Ideas are fighting fiercely. The taxi driver asked, "Sir, are we going back the way we came, taking you to the hotel?" ”

Ma Yiyuan was stunned for a moment, and didn't react for a while. After a few seconds, he asked, "It's my first time in Shencheng, I don't know where else to play?" (To be continued.) )