The sound of insects in the rice field kept on and on, and the sound of water waves spread along with the rice drifting in the wind. The sound of crickets continued one after another, and the clear chirping spread throughout the space.

The right side of the road is full of wheat fields for miles, and there are many cement pillars in it, Zhu Jia's memory of the rice field has not been them, at this time I noticed that on the ridge of each rice field of a few acres, there is a wire pillar erected about fifty meters apart. Strip. Strip. The wires have hung down in an arc in the gap of tens of meters, and together with the sky of the entire rice field, they form a remote rural space that is uninhabited.

Xu Tiantian felt that the scenery here was simply the former countryside that she had only seen from oil paintings, and she even wanted to set up a drawing board in this place to depict everything here.

Zhu Jia took a deep breath, "This is my hometown, I used to think of it when I was out of town, and there is no place like it for me." When he said this, his expression became a little excited.

The scene here seemed to touch the deepest part of his heart, and even the voice of his voice carried that kind of . Tremble. Sound..

"After all, you've been here for seven years since you were born." Xu Tiantian saw his expression.

A harvester on the cement road ahead is putting the . Cut. The good rice removes the rice stalk, and the rice is sprinkled into the rear car box next to it with a lot of chaff, and the entire cement road and the mud road next to it are occupied. It didn't seem to have occurred to anyone at this time.

Xu Tiantian saw that there was a very narrow edge on the left side of the harvester, and the harvester was running loudly at this time, and there was a rice field more than one meter deep outside, "How to go?" ”

"I can only pass by." Zhu Jia said that people have gone to the front.

Behind him, the girl was passing by the harvester's engine, and she was still worried about whether it would turn itself that way. Sucking, it seems that life is in danger at any time.

When she passed, she looked behind her twice.

He had already seen the path leading to Zhuzhuang, and it was so close in front of him, and there was a lonely hut at the intersection, which was not there many years ago, and the place where this hut was located used to be a field, and in the middle of it was a pile of straw that had been threshed.

I remember that I was six years old, and I had just entered the first grade grade, and I happened to pass by here on the morning when I was in elementary school a few miles away along this dirt road.

At that time, he went to the elementary school with five friends in the village, Zhu Yi, who was two years older than himself, took a match and lit a fire by the ridge to play, and when the fire was lit and extended towards the grass pile a few meters away, Zhu Yi and the others ran to the school, and he was the only one who stayed there stupidly for a while.

Later, he was slapped and kicked by the young male teacher named Mao Zi at school, and his father could see the slap print when he saw his son's face red at night. Ruffian, the teacher. Condole. Rise. Come and take a beating.

It was all more than ten years ago, and these people never saw it much later, and it still seems to be happening in front of me now.

He still remembered that Zhu Yi was squatting on the edge of the ridge and looking at his evil smile when he lit the fire, and when the teacher named Mao Zi slapped him in the face, he couldn't believe that there would be such a bad teacher, so that in the later ten years, he even had a sense of fear of all the teachers who taught him, and only dared to study hard seriously.

"Where is your house, can you go faster, it's hot." I saw him stop in front of the hut every day. Dry. Mud. On the road, she couldn't stand the sunshine like this, she lowered her head to look at Zhu Jia, and the shadow of her hair falling when she spoke blocked her face.

"Over there." He pointed to the village more than a hundred meters away. The terrain over there was low, and she could only see half of the outermost bungalow.

There is a two-story building on the field more than twenty meters to the left of this hut, and a white sports car is parked in front of the door.

"It's about the same as I thought, the car has changed." When he came back a few years ago, the first college student in the village was parked in front of a two-seater white-faced and black-roofed car, and he thought the car was ugly at that time.

"What?" Xu Tiantian thought he was talking to himself.

"It's fine."

He walked on the right side with Xu Tiantian, and her feet were wearing rice. Hue. Small high-heeled leather shoes, carefully walking on the dead branches of plants covering several layers, the weeds on both sides of the road have grown wildly for many years, and the leaves. Stem. It's as thick as a rattan.

The terrain has been lowered by more than ten centimeters, and the mud path is only about one meter wide, and the rice in the fields on both sides is growing very well, and many ears of rice hang down to the road they are taking.

She followed him to a stop in the middle of the two rice fields, and for a while. Hot. Gas. Clip. Miscellaneous. Strong. Sweet-smelling. The scent of rice is coming to the face.