Sitting in a black car to the bottom of the mountain, there is still a mountain road that is not very easy to walk, when Lin Zhihui arrived at the entrance of the village, the sun has been slightly westerly, and there is not much change in the village, he carried two cigarettes and two bottles of wine bought in the town, and went straight to the village chief's house where several large tiled houses were built.

The village chief, who was standing at the gate of his yard to enjoy the coolness, saw Lin Zhihui, who was wearing a denim shirt in front of him and had a good temperament, like those actors on TV, and he didn't dare to recognize it for a long time.

By the time the people were let into the hall, the old village chief had already regarded Lin Zhihui as a comrade from the township, not the stubborn young man back then, and he beckoned his wife to make tea and serve snacks, very enthusiastic, when Lin Zhihui put the wine and cigarettes on the table, the smile on the old man's face became more sincere.

It's not entirely rare these things, the key is that Lin Zhihui mixes well outside at a glance, and such a gift makes him feel very face-saving.

Li Zhihui, the old village chief, still has a lot of respect, if he hadn't been a bowl of water back then, and didn't let his second uncle and them come to him, he might not have had the opportunity to go to college.

"You came back pretty quickly, I thought it would be a few days late. The old village chief held the cigarette bag and pot and looked Li Zhihui up and down: "It's hard to come back, it's better to stay for a while." ”

"I'm so busy at work that I can't leave. Lin Zhihui smiled and said that he had only taken one day off and planned to return to the county seat tonight.

As if he was not surprised by Lin Zhihui's answer, the old village chief sighed as if he didn't want to persuade him more, got up and took out a letter from the drawer on the table next to him.

"Are you meeting your second uncle?" The village chief handed the letter to Lin Zhihui, hesitated for a moment and said: "Recently, the county is requisitioning land, and the part of your house has been drawn in, and it will definitely compensate a penny at that time. ”

Lin Zhihui looked down at the envelope in his hand, heard the words of the old village chief, raised his head and said: "I have heard about this, since I have given up something, I naturally will not ask for it again, how to divide your old man according to the rules." ”

"It's all family. Why make such a fuss. The old village chief seemed to want to say something, but thinking of the events of the past, it was no wonder that Lin Zhihui was cold, and couldn't help but close his mouth, just shook his head and sighed.

Refusing the enthusiasm of the old village chief, Lin Zhihui said goodbye, and in order to avoid the curious villagers, he deliberately walked around the village, and 20 minutes later, his figure appeared on the road to the back mountain.

There is a sloping land on the west side of the back mountain, which has good feng shui and has been the cemetery of the village since ancient times.

Lin Zhihui didn't make much effort, he arrived at the place, and he didn't go to see the new grave next to him, he took out the paper and incense candles that he had bought a long time ago from the storage space, lit them in front of the uncle's grave, and paid a simple respect.

A gust of wind passed, and the black ashes that burned out were fluttering in the sky like butterflies, Lin Zhihui stood on a large rock on the cliff of the hillside, looking at the sparkling river below.

After a moment, he pulled out the letter and held it in his hand.

When his parents left, he was still young, and when he grew up a little, he realized that there was no grave for his parents here, only that he was killed on the way out, so he didn't see anyone alive or dead.

In his memory, there is basically no impression of his parents, and there are still some hazy thoughts in his youth, but in the passage of more than 20 years, he gradually fades away.

The yellowed paper was blown by the wind, and Lin Zhihui looked down at the somewhat blurry handwriting on it.

Now he was suddenly told that his parents were not dead but missing, and that there was a great possibility that they were still alive, which made him a little dazed for a moment.

Lin Zhihui took a deep breath, he was in a resolute mood, leaving this land where he was born and raised, once he thought that he would never step here again, but this time returning to his hometown, it was not as difficult as he imagined, although there were countless sadness and pain, but this also carried his happy childhood, looking at the familiar green trees and rivers in front of him, breathing the fresh air in the mountains, Lin Zhihui couldn't help but feel a little trance, as if he had returned to the carefree years.

However, he is no longer the boy who could not control his fate because he was young, he is still young, with countless dreams and ambitions to achieve, and he has no time to immerse himself in the entanglements and hatreds of the past.

Holding the letter in his hand, Lin Zhihui's mood suddenly felt an inexplicable lightness, he could finally cut off all the worries here, return to his own world, continue to struggle without hindrance, and break out of his own world.

At this moment, Lin Zhihui suddenly had another understanding and perception of his hometown, and he couldn't help but think of the hometown story entrusted by the mountain god of the Western Realm before, which could just be written into his story.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhihui immediately took out his mobile phone and recorded all the thoughts that were lingering in his heart at this time, then he exhaled a long breath, shouted a few times at the silent mountains and rivers, and turned around and walked down the mountain with a relaxed step.

......

Without anyone knowing, Lin Zhihui completed this homecoming trip.

As soon as he returned to Tonghai City, he couldn't wait to start working, revising the outline he had written before, and integrating his thoughts and feelings into the experience of the mountain god in the Western Realm.

......

Somewhere in the fairy world.

Among the pavilions surrounded by smoke and haze.

On the white jade table, there are piles of all kinds of delicacies and fruits, as well as the rare Yaochi immortal wine.

Several immortals sat around, but instead of pushing the cup and changing the lamp to chant poetry as in the past, they were silent one by one, looking at the small light curtain in front of them with full attention.

"It's so strange how you can analyze my mood so thoroughly. An immortal in a black robe with a bluestone crown on his head shook his head and sighed, almost dancing, his long robe sleeves brushed over, bringing down the wine glass in front of him, and the amber liquid spilled out, but no one cared, as if this elixir-hard immortal brew suddenly turned into muddy water in the river pond.

"It seems that although we have never met. This man is my bosom friend. The black-robed immortal raised his head and said with a sigh.

"What Brother Xijie said is extremely true. Sitting next to him, the immortal with two longevity eyebrows nodded and said, "Especially the part of homesickness and cowardice, it is handled very properly." The text is simple and sincere, and it can't help but be refreshing to read. ”