Get out of town.

The roads in the suburbs are relatively smooth.

It's hard to say further afield.

Many roads were full of potholes, and in the early years, where they were broken, they were repaired, but then I don't know if there was no appropriation, or what was going on, no one came to fix them.

So the roads in those towns are terrible.

Jiang Xiaonian sat in the coach back to town.

A drizzle of rain hit the glass windows, blurring the familiar scenery outside.

He wiped the back of his neck, and now that it was bleeding, it wasn't easy to remove the tracking chip.

Sitting next to him was an old man with dark skin and chapped hands.

There's a pocket under the seat that's moving.

"Uncle, your chicken is going to suffocate, let's make an opening in the bag."

"It's okay, I'll slaughter it when it's on the ground."

The uncle smiled, revealing a row of blackened yellow teeth.

"Where is the young man, are you married?"

This old coach walks on a bumpy road.

The body trembled a few times from time to time, making a tooth-aching sound, making people suspect that this old bone would fall apart at any time.

I don't know how long it took for the car to finally arrive in that dilapidated town.

When a place is forgotten by time, the biggest benefit is that no matter how long it takes for you to go back, it will always be like that, as if it has been standing in the depths of time waiting for you.

Jiang Xiaonian stepped off the long bus.

He took a deep breath of the dust and car exhaust, and it felt like everything was still so familiar.

The barbecue stand on the street is still in that place, but the owner has changed.

The breakfast shop at the end of the street is still open and is now open for lunch and dinner.

He came to the town's passenger station and called a motorcycle.

"Where?"

"Minshui Village."

"It's a bit far, it's not easy to walk there."

"I'll give you more money."

"Okay, come on."

There is still a long way from the town to the village.

On weekdays, only when there is a market, there will be old vans from the town to the small villages to pick up people.

When he was a child, Jiang Xiaonian once told the old gentleman.

One day when he has money, he will definitely build a big school in the village.

He never became rich enough.

But he made good on his promise and built a primary school.

And left a sum of money for teachers, even though there are fewer and fewer school-age children in that small village.

The motorcycle arrived at the entrance of the village.

Jiang Xiaonian didn't see the elementary school.

All he saw was a pile of broken bricks and rubble, and the grass was green.

"Xiao Nian?"

Someone stood at the entrance of the village and recognized Jiang Xiaonian.

That person is the current village head, Jiang Yong, that is, the child who went to the town to study instead of Jiang Xiaonian.

"What's going on, Academy?" Jiang Xiaonian pointed to the ruins buried deep in the grass and asked.

"Academy...... It...... Some time ago, the wind and rain were relatively strong...... "Jiang Yong was hesitant."

"Don't mess with me, all the materials are personally selected by me, unless this piece of land collapses, otherwise that school will not fall!" Jiang Xiaonian felt a breath of breath in his heart, and guessed something.

"Xiao Nian, you are discouraged." Jiang Yong pulled Jiang Xiaonian's sleeve and said in a low voice: "Our village was reported once, and it was determined that it was poor, and there is money to take every year, you are a school...... It looks too much of a hindrance, not shabby enough, you know...... We can't help it. ”

"Doesn't look shabby enough?"

Jiang Xiaonian took a deep breath, he should have heard correctly.

He always felt like he was smart enough.

He can understand all the truths in this world at a glance.

But this truth.

He didn't understand and didn't want to!

"Why? Why can't we take a long-term view? Jiang Xiaonian gritted his teeth and grabbed Jiang Yong's clothes, and every word seemed to pop out from between his teeth.

"Xiao Nian, there are few people in our village who read now, what's the use of reading that book, and not everyone is as smart as you, just know a few words, anyway, they all have to go out to work in the end." Jiang Yong persuaded in a low voice.

"What is the use of reading? You...... Why do you ask this kind of question? ”

Jiang Xiaonian's face was angry, and the green tendons on his forehead loomed.

He let go of Jiang Yong's shirt, took a few steps back, and turned his head to look at the familiar little village.

It hasn't changed.

It hasn't changed in the slightest!

"Where's the money?!" He turned his head to stare into Jiang Yong's eyes, "Isn't there money every year?" Why hasn't everything changed? You tell me, why? ”

"Qian ......" Jiang Yong lowered his head slightly, avoiding Jiang Xiaonian's gaze, "Just ...... Every year for the Chinese New Year, buy some rice, noodles, oil and the like...... Sent to everyone's home. ”

Jiang Xiaonian rushed forward and grabbed Jiang Yong's shirt again.

"How much money should have been? How many were left in town? And how much is left in your own pocket? He was furious, and he looked like a learned young man, but now he looked like an angry lion.

"Xiao Nian, calm down...... The people in the village agreed to demolish the school. ”

"Xiao Nian, where are you going?"

"Don't be impulsive......"

Jiang Xiaonian loosened his shirt.

The expression on his face seemed to be angry and disappointed.

He stumbled back a few steps and turned to look at the elementary school that had become a wasteland.

Every brick and tile there was earned by staying up late to do projects for others when he was studying.

But he always felt that he didn't have enough money.

He became twisted for that money.

For that little money, Li Jian, who can calculate and raise himself.

Because he felt that everything was worth it.

As long as he gets enough resources, he can change the world.

For this, it is acceptable to make a little sacrifice, even if it is the person closest to him.

"I'll go see Sir."

Jiang Xiaonian's voice trembled a little, but he still suppressed it vigorously, trying to appear calm.

He no longer paid attention to Jiang Yong's voice behind him and turned to leave.

The old gentleman's tomb is on a mountainside not far away.

Yellow grass and trees shaded the grave.

No one came to clean it.

Jiang Xiaonian stood on top of the barren grass, the sky was dark, and the continuous drizzle wet his hair.

The people who are good to him in this world, this gentleman counts as one, his father counts as one, and Li Jian counts as one.

The first two died.

"Sir, I thought I could change the world, but I ...... Not even a village can be changed. ”

He stood in front of the tomb for a long time.

All the while, he didn't set foot in the village again.

It's getting late.

The darkness and rain swallowed up the figure of the young man who turned away.

A lot of the town hasn't changed.

It's changed a bit, too.

For example, in the past few years, a seven-story building has risen from the ground.

The first and second floors and the top floor are the same hotel, and the rest of the floors are accommodation.

It is said that the mayor of the town has painstakingly invited investors from other places to drive the development of the whole town.

That night, smoke billowed from the private room on the top floor.

The flames are blazing.

The fine rain did not do anything.

Jiang Xiaonian sat on the roof of the building, his face expressionless, his wet hair sticking to his face.

Seven stories high, feet dangling in the air, a normal person would have shrunk back in fright by now.

But he didn't.

He listened to the fat-headed and big-eared things downstairs crying out for help in despair, and there was no joy in his heart.

It's calm.

It's as calm as if it's dead.

So he jumped.

The imaginary feeling of weightlessness did not come.

A hand grabbed him, Lu Wen's hand.

"Death is not the best way to wash away sin."

"I'm not guilty!"

……

Good night, book friends.

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