In the evening, Long Xingyun left the Xixian bus station, the sky was full of stars, and the moon was also hung in the sky. Next to the street lamp on the side of the street, countless flying insects kept hitting the lampshade. The exit was full of taxis soliciting customers, and when they saw the crowd pouring out, the drivers crowded around like flies. After shaking his head and rejecting a few drivers, Long Xingyun came to the bus stop not far away. As far back as he can remember, the buses there ran until 10 o'clock at night.

After getting out of the car, Long Xingyun's eyes were full of a trace of confusion. Scanning the surroundings, a sense of familiarity came over me. Suddenly, not far away, a match struck and a cigarette was lit. Smelling the familiar smell, Long Xingyun's eyes couldn't help but blur: "It's been five years, it's been five years, I'm back......"

According to the route in his memory, Long Xingyun finally found a few dilapidated houses in a remote place. Looking at the dilapidated house in front of him, Long Xingyun's eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of excitement. As he was about to raise his hand and knock on the door, an old voice came from behind him: "Young man, who are you looking for?" ”

At first hearing the familiar voice, Long Xingyun slowly turned around. The old man in front of him had gray temples, and the furrows in his face had long been encroached upon by the years. Opened his arms and hugged him tightly, Long Xingyun's tears couldn't be held back for a while, and suddenly fell: "Uncle, it's me, I'm Xingyun!" ”

"Xingyun?" The old man was stunned for a moment, as if he was distinguishing something, and after a while, he said excitedly, "Xingyun, you are really Xingyun!" By the light of the stars, the old man could see the face of the young man in front of him. Although the appearance has changed a little from the one in his memory, the eyes and the outline are reminding the old man that the person in front of him is Long Xingyun.

The old man's wrinkled hand slowly wiped the tears from the corners of Long Xingyun's eyes, and kept chanting: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back......" As he was talking, a cold wind blew, and he felt that the night was starting to get cold, and the old man hurriedly opened the door and entered the house with Long Xingyun.

Turning on the old-fashioned electric light, through the dim light, the old man carefully looked at Long Xingyun. The Long Xingyun in front of him is no longer the slightly immature appearance of five years ago, and the hurried time has carved a more resolute tough guy image on his face. Looking at the person in front of him, the old man's mind came to mind the half-grown child who surrounded him a few years ago. In a blink of an eye, I was old. It took a long time for the old man to come back to his senses from his memories: "Child, in the past few years, I have suffered you." ”

"Uncle, why are we still talking about this?" Long Xingyun didn't dwell on it, and held the old man's hand tightly, "I have eaten and drunk well in the past few years, and I have not suffered any crimes." ”

"Okay, good," Hearing Long Xingyun say this, the old man didn't say anything more, "Child, as long as you come back, it's better than anything......"

"Uncle, don't you think I'm very good?" Saying that, Long Xingyun also puffed up the muscles on his body, looking narcissistic, "Thanks to the training that my uncle gave me back then, you see, the muscles in my body are many men." ”

"You kid," the old man smiled and shook his head, "I haven't learned anything else in the past few years, but I've learned to be narcissistic." ”

The old man's name is Zhang Weiguo, he has been a soldier for several years, if it weren't for Long Xingyun's father who sacrificed his life to save him on the battlefield, I'm afraid he would have returned to Jiuquan long ago. After retiring from the army, he took taking care of Long Xingyun as his top priority. If it weren't for his lack of ability, he wouldn't have let Long Xingyun leave his hometown as a half-grown child. However, Long Xingyun has returned, and for him, this is better than anything.

The uncle and nephew haven't seen each other for a few years, and when they meet, they can't stop talking. Later, the two even drank a little wine. With peanuts, Long Xingyun told Zhang Weiguo about his interesting experiences over the years, and Zhang Weiguo leaned back and forth. However, Zhang Weiguo is old after all, and his body is not as good as before. The careful Long Xingyun naturally discovered this, and only then did he get Zhang Weiguo to bed. Looking at the old man lying on the bed, Long Xingyun sighed, but there were still bursts of happiness in his eyes.

Early the next morning, Long Xingyun got up and exercised. When he came back the night before, it was already dark, and he was eager to go home, so Long Xingyun didn't take a closer look at the changes here. Taking advantage of the opportunity to exercise, he ran around the place, trying to find the joy of his memory. At this time, he realized that the place where he used to play had long since changed. There is also the big locust tree that I climbed with my friends when I was a child, and at this time only a lone stump is left there. Coming to the side of the tree stump, slowly stroking the annual rings that had already been polished to a smooth degree, Long Xingyun's face couldn't help flashing a decline: "Dog baby, two stays, the joy here, we can't go back......"