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In the office, Xiao Zhang casually took a letter that did not write the delivery person and handed it to me.

It's a strange thing, mobile phones have been common for so many years in this era, and there are still people writing to me, not only my colleagues in the office are incredible, but even I myself find it a little weird. However, the words "Remembering Heaven and Personally Enlightening" on the envelope indicate that the letter was not sent incorrectly.

I opened the envelope casually and saw that the letter paper looked very old, naturally revealing a charm of time baptism, and the contents were actually written in pencil.

"It's really exquisite." I whispered to myself, and began to read the letter.

After a while. After reading the letter, I silently put it away, and then walked into the boss's room amid the surprised eyes of my colleagues.

"You said you were going to resign?"

The boss's expression was surprised, "Is it because you are not happy to do it?" Or do you want better treatment? If it's the latter, you don't have to worry too much, I'd like to promote you to creative director next month. ”

I was a little embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Boss, I know you are good to me, but this time it is not a matter of treatment and happiness, but something happened in my family, I want to go back to my hometown to see, and I am afraid that even I don't know when I will be able to come back, so I want to tell you in advance." ”

After saying this, the boss was silent for a while, and finally nodded: "Since you have said so, then you go to the accounting department to get three months' salary, and then go through the resignation procedures, even if it is a reward for your hard work over the years, but I still hope you will think about it more, if you want to come back, I am always welcome."

"Thank you boss, if you come back, I'll follow you."

When I got back to my rented house in the city, I was lying in bed with a mess in my head, not knowing how to clear my mind.

My grandfather and father died early, and I heard from the older generation in the village that my mother ran away shortly after my father's death, and I grew up with my grandmother.

In my impression, my grandmother's health was very bad, and I couldn't get out of bed when I was fifteen years old, and then I finally couldn't stand it, and I was unwilling to leave one winter. At that time, her funeral was still made with the help of the village elders. But just now, I received a letter from my grandmother.

The handwriting is not wrong, my handwriting is handed over to me by my grandmother, I will never admit the mistake of my grandmother's handwriting, some trivial things said in it except for our grandparents and grandchildren must not be known by others, but the letter is all said one by one, as if deliberately to let me know, this letter can only be written by grandma.

How can someone who has been dead for five years write to me? Are you kidding me? If so, for what purpose?

At the end of the letter, I was told to return to my hometown in southern Yunnan before the end of this month, or I would be killed.

Is this alarmist or real?

Countless questions swirled in my mind, and I couldn't sleep until late at night. At this time, I suddenly realized that the hectic rhythm of urban life seemed to have sealed all my previous memories, and I had forgotten what my bedridden grandmother looked like.

If it weren't for this sudden letter today, I'm afraid I would have forgotten what the village I grew up looked like.

Suddenly, I had a very strange feeling of strangeness to the house I had lived in for a few years, to the strangeness of the city life that I had gradually become accustomed to, as if I had always been out of place here.

I don't know why, but I really want to go back to my hometown village to see it, I want to go back to my grandfather and father's graves, and I want to see what the village looks like now.

After making up my mind, I checked the time online and booked a flight ticket back.

Although this time is not the peak season for tourism, there are many people on the plane, and the seats are full.

Sitting across from me were a couple of young college students. Youthful and energetic, they seem to be acquainted, and they talk to each other hotly. Next to me was a somewhat obese boy, stocky, leaning on the back of his seat as soon as he got in the car, and by the time the plane took off, he could already hear his snoring.

I spent a few hours of the flight with my eyes closed, and it was only when the radio alerted me that the plane was about to land that I slowly opened my eyes.

By the time I had taken my luggage and walked out of the airport, I made trains, taxis, tractors, and finally bullock carts according to the memories in my head.

The road became more and more rugged, and the memories in my mind slowly began to revitalize, and the familiar and unfamiliar feeling gradually relaxed my nerves, which had been a little tense, and replaced them with an unknown tension. Perhaps, this is the so-called homesickness.

Towards dusk, the scene that had been sleeping in the deepest part of my memory finally came into my eyes.

Deep in the 100,000-strong mountains of Yunnan, in the lush green woods, the village where I was raised has not changed much over the years, and I can still recognize it at a glance.

"Hehe, I miss it so much, even the graffiti on this big stone still remains."

At the entrance of the stockade stood a boulder that I don't know how long it had been moving, and in my memory, the boulder was painted with graffiti by someone who didn't know why, and I wanted to paint it when I was a child, and it seemed to annoy the adults in the village. Now that I've grown up and come to see it, this graffiti actually gives me a feeling of indescribability.

"Well, look over there, there seems to be a village over there."

The sudden sound startled me and I hurriedly turned to look.

I don't know when a group of people came later, and it seems quite familiar. When they walked in, I realized that these weren't the college students who were on the plane opposite me?

Everyone was so relieved that they were able to go so deep.

"There seems to be someone, ha, fate is this."

Behind them, a stocky figure came up, and I looked at it, isn't this the little chubby dun sitting next to me? It turned out that they were together.

Little Fat Dun is very familiar, and when he saw me, he immediately came over and said with a smile: "This is called a fate to meet thousands of miles away, let's sit together on the plane, and after thousands of miles, we actually hit another piece." Let me introduce myself, my name is Man Qiang, and it's okay to call Brother Qiang for a face. ”

"Hello this big brother, my name is Yu Wen, I am the president of the Yanbei University Donkey Friends Club, and these are our classmates, and this Mr. Man is a businessman, and it seems that he came here to collect antiques."

is a very gentle and white little girl, with some of the temperament of the ladies, which makes it easy for people to have a good impression. I stretched out my hand and shook her hand and said, "Remembering Heaven, it's from this village that I'm here to visit my relatives." ”

As soon as I heard me say that it was from this village, Yu Wen's group of college students was fine, and Man Qiang clapped his hands exaggeratedly, and said with a smile: "Hey, it's better to come early than to come by chance, brother, we are all from Beijing, since we have come to your land, you have to take us around." ”

Frankly speaking, I was a little unaccustomed to such unusual enthusiasm as Man Qiang, so I just laughed dryly and said, "I am a guest from afar, so I should entertain you well." ”

"Wow, there's such a good thing, I thought I'd be sleeping in the wild tonight to feed mosquitoes."

"It's really a noble person when you go out."

"Haha, I'm looking forward to authentic farmhouse food."

The college students in the back immediately cheered, but Yu Wen smiled a little embarrassedly, "This won't bother you too much, right?" ”

"It's okay, the people in our village are very easy to get along with."

After grinding at the entrance of the village for a while, we entered the village. The people in the room came out one after another.

"Seventh uncle, Wang Ma, fourteenth brother, I'm back."

Looking at the familiar faces, the intimacy in my heart suddenly spread, it has not changed, the villagers have not changed, it is still the familiar face in my memory.

The respected village chief Grandpa Gao walked over slowly with the support of his daughter and son-in-law, touched my face with some emotion, and sighed: "Baby, you can be regarded as back." I haven't seen you in years. ”

"I'm a little embarrassed to say this, I don't seem to have had the idea of coming back since I went out, and if it hadn't been for the strange letter that came this time, I'm afraid I'd have sealed this village in the depths of my memory, and then forgotten it at some point.

"Dad, the cousin finally came back once, so you can say less." Sister Gao Mei, the daughter of the village chief, said with some disgust, and then smiled at me: "Don't blame him, people like to nag when they are old, and they treat us as half-grown children." ”

Sister Gaomei's husband, Brother Meng, patted me on the shoulder a little boldly and said, "If you come, stay for a few more days, these are all your friends in the back, right?" Greet them well and have fun! We haven't been so lively here. ”

After a group of people were lively for a while, Brother Meng came forward to greet them, Grandpa Gao's body seemed to be starting to be bad, in my memory his waist has always been a little old, I can't imagine that after so many years, it is still the same, and now his son-in-law Brother Meng is helping him take care of everything.

"Grandpa Gao, I want to go...... My grandfather and my dad went to see it. ”

Grandpa Gao nodded, "It's a grin, it's time to take a look, after so many years, no one has been taking care of it since your grandmother went, and you are usually not there, so I will let people help clean up some weeds by the way when you are free, and when you come back, go over to the pillar incense." ”

To be honest, my grandfather and my father are literally almost blank in my memory, except that they both died when I was very young. And the reason why I wanted to go there was just to see my grandmother's grave.

After the trembling grandfather left, I walked towards the place I remembered, with the incense candles and some ingots and paper money he had prepared for me.