Looking at the green mountains and green waters that kept flashing outside the car window, Wu Dao, who had not been home for five years, felt a lot of emotion in his heart. These memories of the scenery that have accompanied him for more than ten years have gradually revived from his mind at this moment. Thinking of the pride and ambition when he left home, he already understood how far there is between reality and ideals, and finally understood what it means to be 'ideal is very plump and reality is very skinny'.

Feeling the obviously dilapidated country bus, drifting up and down on this cement road that had just been built for less than two years, Wu Dao did not have the disgust he had when he was young at this time. It's not that he doesn't like his hometown, but the backwardness and poverty of this hometown year after year make Wu Dao, who longed for the bustling city outside when he was young, really reluctant to go home.

But whether Wu Dao admits it or not, the mountains and rivers here have nurtured him for eighteen years, and the blood flowing in his bones also tells him that this place, which is very different from the metropolis where he has worked for five years, is his peace of mind.

Yunling Town, a small remote town in Hanjiang Province, is also the destination of Wu Dao at this time. It's just that compared to this minibus, most people arrive home when they arrive in the town, and it takes him half a day to get home, which especially shows the remoteness of his hometown. If it was before, Wu Dao would definitely feel that it would be a shame to go home, after all, in addition to having more than enough income in the past few years, he really didn't do anything worthy of making him or his family proud. This is also the shadow brought by the wild words "If you don't mix up with your personality, you won't go home" when he left home at a young age, so that he was not embarrassed to go home for five years.

When he returned to his hometown this time, Wu Dao no longer had the idea of going home and losing face, at this time, he was like a wanderer, and he was in an urgent mood to return to the unimaginable village that was obviously a little backward in the eyes of urban people. I desperately want to see my father and mother who have been recalled countless times in my dreams, and my little sister who was a little young when she left home.

When the minibus swayed into the so-called bus station in Yunling Town, the passenger door, which had already been torn apart, also surged down like a flood gate as soon as the door opened, as if staying on the bus for a second would make them feel the same way. Compared with the anxiety of other passengers, Wu Dao got off the bus at this time with a pitiful lockbox that seemed small to others. With such a small lockbox, it is not at all obvious that he is a person who has returned home from work and is going to stay for a long time, but it looks a bit like a tourist who has come here.

Wu Dao, who walked out of the station with the lockbox, looked at the street near the station that was a little different from his memory, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Looking at the fact that he hasn't come back for five years, there are still some changes in this town, and it is not as unchanged as the fellow villagers say!

Just when Wu Dao was full of emotion, several small three-wheeled cars surrounded him, saying the slogan of 'little brother go there, do you want to take a taxi, take my car will definitely send you to the door'. Regarding the shouts of some of these drivers with obvious hometown accents, Wu Dao sighed in his heart that this tone was still comfortable to listen to, and shook his head with a smile at these drivers who were soliciting customers, and strode towards the road in the direction of his hometown with the lockbox.

Wu Dao's hometown is located in Sandaogou Village, at the foot of the Yunling Mountains, which is an authentic paradise, but compared to the paradise imagined by urbanites. Except for the scenery in his hometown, which can be touched by a little edge, there is really no paradise in the rest.

Carrying this small and somewhat pitiful lockbox, Wu Dao unhurriedly diverted from the town road to the dirt road of Sandaogou Village, compared to the cement road in the town, which was finally repaired, this road leading to Sandaogou Village and several villages on the road was even more dilapidated.

It's just that compared to the yellow mud road when Wu Dao left home, which was gray on sunny days and muddy on rainy days, this country road is smoother at this time. Although there is no cement asphalt, the paving of fine sand and gravel makes the country road much easier. In the past, it was rare to see a car passing on the road, but at this time, you can occasionally see a few speeding in front of you, but more often are agricultural vehicles and motorcycles that are adapted to road conditions.

It usually takes two or three hours for young people with good legs and feet to walk from the town to the village, but Wu Dao, which seems to enjoy the scenery while walking, only took less than two hours to reach the mountain road marked at the entrance of the village.

Sandaogou, as the name suggests, has three ditches, but in Wu Dao's view, this cannot be called a ditch at all, on the contrary, these three hillsides that look like an English letter w are the real reason why the village was named Sandaogou.

Stepping into a ridge of three ditches, the road is no different from that of childhood, except that the road is more spacious at this time, and the bushes on the side of the road are not as dense as when they were children. But Wu Dao knows very well that this road into the village, except for small agricultural vehicles and three-wheeled motorcycles, can enter and exit. It's the kind of mountain bike outside that can be strong off-road, and it may not be able to pass safely when it encounters this kind of road condition in front of you. It is the three seemingly inconspicuous but disorderly mountains up and down in front of you that make the ancestors of the three ditches can only nest in the village for generations. Even more young people refuse to come back when they have the opportunity to leave the village, and even those who have made money outside are more likely to build their homes in towns and even counties. The younger generation who are willing to return to live in the village, according to Wu Dao, is really rare and pitiful.

As the saying goes, 'children don't think their mothers are ugly, and dogs don't think they are poor', and it's not that no one has ever thought of building a road into the village among the young people who have come out of Sandaogou Village. It's just that this village that seems to be close at hand, and if you want to build a road into the village, these three mountains in front of you alone are enough to dispel this idea. Wu Xingye, who claimed to have assets of nearly 10 million yuan in the village, had to dispel this idea when he calculated that it would take at least three or four million to build a gravel road to the village. Because of the large undulating difference between these three ridges, the straight-line distance is short, but the road surface that circles up and down has long separated the village that was originally close at hand from the outside.

It is also because of the road in front of them that it is a headache for the people in the village to buy and sell something, which is why young people would rather stay outside for a few years than go home to work at home. Because the hometown is indeed too poor, and living in all these real societies where success or failure is judged by 'money', Sandaogou Village can only nest in this Yunling Mountain Range for a long time.

Thinking back on the rights and wrongs of the mountain road under his feet, Wu Dao knew very well how suitable the slogan 'If you want to get rich, build the road first' is suitable for the people of Sandaogou Village. It's a pity that Wu Dao, who returned at this time, thought about building this road in his heart, but he knew very well that for the rich people in the city who don't treat money as money, it was just their money for a card game or a banquet, but for a person like him, who was born from a peasant family, it might be an astronomical amount that could not be earned in a lifetime. If he wants to build this road between the village and the outside world, it can only be a thought for him at this time.

After turning over the three ditches, what you see is an endless flat land, like a leisurely mountain village like the northern plain. This can be regarded as God's compensation for the people of Sandaogou Village, which is a rare flat land in the local area, and the three undulating mountains outside are completely two extreme contrasts. This is also the reason why the people of Sandaogou Village love and hate this land, they love that the village has good land that is rare elsewhere, and they hate that they want to sell the things in this land, but because of the Sandaoling at the entrance of the village, they are blocked to death. Although it won't starve you to death, it's hard to make a fortune.

Sandaogou Village is located at the foot of the Yunling primeval forest, which is known as the most well-preserved in China, although the village is some distance from the depths of the forest, but from the moment you enter the village, the lush green in the distance is a scenery that is impossible to see in the urban steel forest. The aroma of the grass, trees, and earth in the nasal cavity from time to time made Wu Dao, who was accustomed to smelling exhaust fumes in the city, have to stop his pace and inhale it vigorously before reminiscing for a long time.

This may be the taste of home!

This kind of taste may not be able to be bought with money, Wu Dao thought secretly in his heart.

After a rice field showering in the sun, Wu Dao's figure finally appeared in front of the osmanthus tree at the entrance of the village. It's just that when I think that this is an ancient tree that was planted when the village was built from Sandaogou and has a history of more than 100 years, it is natural that it is old.

Although this is a hundred-year-old osmanthus tree, whenever the fragrance of osmanthus fills the garden in August, the fragrance of osmanthus emitted from the old tree can make the whole village enjoy the fragrance for half a month. Even some old people in the village who are good at wine will pick osmanthus from old trees every year to brew osmanthus wine, which is rare for urbanites.

Along the way, Wu Dao suddenly felt that he was not like a wanderer returning home at this time, but like an old man looking for his roots. Thinking that he is only twenty-three years old now, when did this mentality be like that of an old man, and a little memory made him fall into sighs and contemplation? This kind of mentality is not good!

After smiling bitterly, Wu Dao looked at the evenly scattered villages not far in front of him, and suddenly realized that he had arrived at the door. Although there was a fear of timidity in his heart, he quickly flashed into a hidden corner next to him after looking around. When he appeared on the road at the entrance of the village again, there was an extra large lockbox in his hand that was several times larger than the small lockbox just now. What's going on here?

Dragging a large lockbox and carrying a small lockbox, Wu Dao at this time looked no different from the young man who returned to the village after working abroad at the end of the year. Not long after, when he stepped into the village's rice drying field, a figure with a slightly hurried footstep appeared in front of him.

'Third Uncle'

Seeing the middle-aged man who appeared in front of him, Wu Dao naturally shouted out this title. This middle-aged man who was carrying a hoe and meditating was stopped by Wu Dao's sudden shout, and looked at Wu Dao for a long time before saying, "You are a little Taoist?" ”

Little Taoist!

Thinking of this nickname that made Wu Dao hate the entire student period, the corners of Wu Dao's mouth couldn't help twitching and said with a wry smile: "Third uncle, can you change your name, I'm in my twenties." Do you think it's appropriate to call this nickname again? ”

The third uncle saw that the person in front of him was really Wu Dao, and ignored the helplessness in Wu Dao's heart, but instead laughed and said: "It seems that it is really the little Taoist priest of the Dongge family, your kid hasn't been back to the village for some years, right?" Why is this time back? Why didn't you say a word when you kid came back, just came back alone with such two big bags of things, aren't you tired? ”

While talking, he complained and patted Wu Dao's second uncle, held the hoe on his shoulder in his hand, and snatched the big lockbox without waiting for Wu Dao to refuse. When he mentioned it, he walked to Wu Dao's house, so that Wu Dao, who was following behind, could only cry and laugh and follow up, and stepped into the courtyard gate that he hadn't stepped into for five years.

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