For Yuan Yu and them, this unusually long night, in the eyes of most people in the world, is just an opening of their eyes, the only difference may be that they have some beautiful or not beautiful dreams this night.

Guizhou, Qiannan, a place where human beings lived 240,000 years ago, is known as eight mountains, one water and one field, Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, but it also has an ancient sense of mystery.

In the north of Miao Ling, in the village of Bu Xi's family, the oldest person is often the earliest, and the stone steps in the village cannot stop the wrinkled old lady, and he doesn't even need a crutch.

Wrapped in a thick blue cloth towel on his head, the old lady went to clean the ancestral hall in the village as usual, and he also went to see the old people in the ancestral hall by the way.

The old lady pushed open the heavy wooden door of the ancestral hall, and at first glance saw the top of the ancestral hall, the oil lamp that had been dry for hundreds of years, and at this moment it was swaying with light blue flames.

When he saw this, the old lady stopped there, his slightly cloudy eyes were full of consternation, for a long time, the old lady trembled, withdrew from the door of the ancestral hall, bent his body to the ground, knocked his head hard, and closed the door of the ancestral hall tightly, as for the following columns, the oil lamp with Bu Xihuaiwen's name written on it was only one that was about to extinguish the fire star, which did not attract the attention of the old lady, after all, this huge ancestral hall, there are too many dead lights!

Everyone living in this world seems to be trying to fight against fate, however, not all struggles will have a good outcome.

Not every mountain is continuous, can feed a person well, the beautiful scenery seen in the eyes of people who have no worries about food and clothing, to another group of people, is just a more tenacious life, this sense of perseverance, lasted for thousands of years.

Southeast of Guizhou, on the southern edge of China, 100,000 mountains in Guangxi.

There are no roads in the mountains, and there are often a few scattered families, so it barely becomes a village.

Liang Xuan's old mother got up early before dawn at four o'clock in the morning, and the wooden house with a grass shed roof with four walls was also followed by some fireworks.

When the sun just came out, the dampness of the house had not faded as before, and the old mother of Liang Shui still woke up her only son.

Seeing that her son was a little reluctant, Liang's mother couldn't bear to blame, but between her words, she couldn't hide her worry.

Liang Shuan still got up in the end, sat up for the first time, and saw that on the wooden beams on the roof that were blackened by the smoke of the stove, the bacon that had been hanging for a long time was gone, and then smelled the fragrance in the smoke, Liang Shuan swallowed his saliva, silently helped his mother do those simple and trivial things, and then went to serve the meal.

Grain, oil, rice and noodles were carried up by Liang Bolt from the endless mountain road in the past, and it usually took three hours to walk back and forth.

Liang's mother didn't eat, and after pasting a few strips of bacon in the pot in the Liang bolt bowl, she sat on the ground, and little by little packed her son's luggage with a clean sheet with a thumb-sized hole.

After packing her luggage, she took the rest of the bacon and put it in for her son, and Liang's mother sat aside, wiping her tears with the back of her rough hand.

The rice is delicious, the meat is also delicious, the last time I ate such a meal, it was during the Chinese New Year.

But Liang Xuan didn't have a trace of appetite for some reason today, even so, he still tried his best to stuff the rice into his mouth and swallow hard, because, after eating, there were nearly dozens of miles of mountain roads waiting for him.

After swallowing the meal, Liang Zhuo looked up at the only portrait of the leader hanging in the house, which Liang Zhuo bought at a stall more than ten miles away from the mountain, his mother regarded it as a treasure, Liang Zhuo knew that this was the person his mother respected the most, although they were still as poor as ever and difficult as ever.

Carefully wiped the portrait, Liang Bolt got dressed, put the little luggage on his thin and tall shoulders, Liang Bolt, who had been silent, opened his mouth very unaccustomedly, wanting to comfort his mother, but he couldn't help but take a little disapproval: "Oh, Grandma, what are you crying about, my eldest brother said, go to Heilongjiang, there are many coal mines there, you can earn 3,000 yuan a year by working hard, and I will take you to Beijing to see Tiananmen Square when you come back!" ”

In the village separated from Liang Bolt by a mountain, there is someone Liang Bolt has known since childhood, and Liang Bolt calls him very much, big brother!

The eldest brother said that in this mountain, you can't survive and your daughter-in-law can't marry, so it's better to go outside and break through.

Heilongjiang?

Liang Xuan really didn't know where Heilongjiang was, and he had never heard of it. Liang Xuan's mother thought that Heilongjiang was a river flowing with water, just like the Yangtze River.

Liang's mother didn't keep her son, but she couldn't speak, her son, who had to quarrel with her all day long, was leaving, Liang's mother panicked, as if someone had taken away a piece of meat.

Hearing her son say this, Liang's mother slapped her son a few times, and kept complaining that her son was bragging and saying big things, Tiananmen was in her heart, it was a place where only very big people could go, and ordinary people would be arrested if they dared to step in.

The slap fell, it didn't hurt at all, Liang Bolt was pumped a few times, but he grinned, and his heart was a lot more settled.

On the other side of the mountain road, someone shouted in the distance, and the mountain was a good microphone, and Liang Bolt heard someone shouting to himself: "Liang Bolt!" Beam bolt ......"

Liang Xuan was inexplicably excited in his heart, carrying the burden tied with a sheet, and responded with a loud voice, so he said goodbye to his mother and went along the foot-wide rugged path.

Seeing that in addition to his eldest brother, there were seven or eight people in the same company, such a team made Liang Xuan feel a sense of pride in his heart, and the eldest brother he knew kept depicting the life in the mine, as well as the flowery and green fairies in the city.

When the eldest brother sprayed spittle and repeatedly promised that as long as he was not afraid of hardship, ate and drank well every day, and could save money, Liang Xuan did not feel so illusory about the fact that he could make money and come back.

If she brought back such a flowery and fairy-like daughter-in-law, the old mother would be very happy, Liang Zhuan dipped her saliva, combed her hair, and was thinking, what should the fairy in the sky look like!

In the mountains, the echoing sounds of excited conversation gradually faded away, and those who left for the first time were always accustomed to forgetting the excitement behind them, and the mothers on the mountain who had been watching them leave with greed and worry.

Unbeknownst to them and their mothers, the Heilongjiang River is not a river, but stretches across a whole part of China from this mountain to there.