"My hometown is similar to yours, but it was demolished a year earlier than yours, alas, when I first went to college, I often talked to my classmates about it at school, and several of them wanted to come here to see it, in my opinion, there is no place like my hometown." When Xu Tiantian said this, he had some proud looks.

"But don't you think your hometown is backward? You also think this way because you studied in Ningxian from elementary school to high school. Zhu Jia had been desperately trying to hide the fact that he was born in this county and imprinted this place in his study and life a long time ago, and when he went to Shanghai after graduating from his bachelor's degree, he felt more and more that having such a sustenance in the depths of his soul was very important for his growth.

"I found that many of your children who grew up in other places have this kind of thinking about you, and I don't understand how good your hometown is." Her eyes were a little angry, and even the tone of her speech was very heavy.

Walking side by side with Xu Tiantian on the steep slope, you can see that the wall of the first house is higher than the person stepping on the slope. The bricks had been covered with black moss for decades, and they looked a little dark in such bright sunlight.

As soon as the two of them walked across the wall, Zhu Jia glanced at Xu Tiantian and couldn't help but say, "This is my hometown's village." ”

He smiled happily, like a boy who hadn't seen his girlfriend for a long time, and his simple expression made her feel that this boy was a trustworthy man at a glance.

He saw the path in the village that he hadn't seen for five or six years, and under a jujube tree in front of the second house in the small village, an old man sitting on a low wooden bench was also looking at the two people who came in at the entrance of the village, and after a few looks, he said to another short old man who was standing with two people on his back: "Isn't this Jiajia?" He said it twice to make sure it was repeated.

Zhu Jia recognized this old man at a glance, he was a relative of Hongfeng, a little friend who was two years older than him when he was a child, and he was of the same generation as his grandfather, and Zhu Jia didn't know exactly what it was.

"Jiajia is back." The short old man smiled in disbelief when he saw Zhu Jia, "Come to my house immediately, I'll cook for you." He said to Zhu Jia with enthusiasm.

Zhu Jia saw this second uncle who had not seen him for many years and was still familiar with him, since Zhu Jia could remember, the second uncle's right foot was lame, and his right leg shook very badly every time he walked.

Since he left the county seat at the age of seven, the second uncle and Nantou's aunt's family have been the last people left behind in this village. He found that almost every time he went home, he could see his second uncle at home.

Grandpa generation responds. Country. Family. He had several children, and he finally learned the exact number a few years ago: eight.

Seven years ago, when he was still alive, Zhu Jia usually went to his aunt's house in the village south of Zhuzhuang with his grandfather for dinner every time he came back. Later, without the bond of grandfather, it was a little far away from the aunt's family in a village, and he basically ate at the second uncle's house next door for a short stay in his hometown.

"Who is this little girl next to you?" The second uncle asked.

"Classmate, come and play with me." Zhu Jia replied with a smile.

"Second uncle, okay." Xu Tiantian stood on Zhu Jia's left side and said obediently.

"Hello, how nice would it be if Jiajia would marry such a girl and go home?" The second uncle said jokingly, and he laughed loudly.

The most embarrassing thing when Xu Tiantian came was that people said this, and she had never talked about it until now. Love. Love. The schoolgirls are also. Stupid. Stupid. Understand. Understand. I was a little embarrassed for a while.

"Second uncle, don't be ridiculous, she is just a college student who has not yet graduated, she is from the town next door, and she came to paint." Zhu Jia said with a smile.

"Many places on the Guanzhen side were demolished last year, and this year it's our turn, and many places on our side have been demolished." The second uncle said.

They passed by Zhu Yi's house, which was two years older than him, and the front room was knocked down at some point like his house, and the courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and those rattan forests were dense, taller than Zhu Jia's height, and the back room was tightly enclosed.

There are several huge hollows in the middle of the roof of the incense house in the center of the right side of the courtyard, and there are large trees. The most ., thick, and . Body. Dry. There was also thatch pouring down on the beams of the house.

"Speaking of which, Kako, you haven't been back for many years." Second uncle.,., said in a thick hometown dialect.

"It's been seven years since my grandfather died, and then he came back to the county seat, this time I heard that my hometown is about to be demolished, and I happened to be free on vacation, so I hurried back to see the last look." Zhu Jia was taken back in his hometown. "Isn't it just the two of you in Murakami now?"

"I only came back now when I harvest grain, I didn't tell your father about hemp before, we bought a house in the town, and if we don't harvest grain in the future, we basically won't come back. Now the old master of the west is still in the village sometimes. The second uncle said.

Xu Tiantian turned his head to look at the second uncle with some curiosity and asked, "If it weren't for the grain harvest now, wouldn't there be no one in your village when Zhu Jia came back." ”