Chapter 2 The urban routine is deep, it is better to go back to the countryside

Ruan Qing got off the plane and went to transfer to the high-speed rail, and from here to her small township, she had to transfer the bus again, and then take the village to go back to her village.

Even Ruan Qing, who has been trained in many ways, feels that the journey back to his hometown is very difficult.

Sitting on the village pass, the biting cold wind blew in her face, which made her feel excited, the mountains in the cold winter are still green and verdant, different cities are living and withering, and the branches are bare without a trace of green.

Ruan Qing closed his eyes, he could feel the vitality in the depths of the mountain, he induced the mantra in his heart, and he introduced qi into his body, and after an hour and a half of detouring and bumping, he finally arrived at the foot of the mountain, and got out of the car.

Looking at the uneven mountain road in front of him, Ruan Qing silently made a decision in his heart, when he had money, he must repair the dirt road.

As the saying goes, if you want to make a fortune, you have to build roads first!

In front of her, her fragile little body really couldn't withstand such a toss, and she burped when she touched it inadvertently.

I didn't notify my parents in advance when I came back, so when I got out of the car, the mountain wind was cold, whistling and blowing, like countless small knives pulling on her face, and now from the foot of the mountain to my home, there are three or four miles of mountain roads, winding, and she doesn't want to experience it again, and the rocking car is rushing.

Just these few miles, Ruan Qing is no problem, after walking for more than ten minutes, Ruan Qing sat directly on the luggage, which was too tiring.

Right now, it's really not in the cultivation realm, flying directly with the sword, or beckoning the crane to come, hey, Ruan Qing sighed heavily.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a motorcycle roaring in his ears, and Ruan Qing looked at the place where the sound came from.

There was surprise in his eyes, it was his own little old man, I hadn't seen him for a long time, the man was wearing a felt hat, a blue cotton shirt and cotton pants, and his feet were wearing black cloth shoes made by his old mother.

Seeing this familiar outfit, Ruan Qing sniffed, and was a little sensational for a while, but in a blink of an eye, he suppressed this emotion in the bottom of his heart.

"Dad, Abba, why are you here?" Ruan Qing was really surprised, he didn't call home, how could this little old man come out, there was nothing placed on the back seat of the motorcycle, it shouldn't be going out to run errands.

She came to pick her up.

The man stopped the motorcycle, "You girl, don't say a word to us when you come back, we will come to pick you up, if your mother didn't see it in the flat, when would you have to go, the mountains are not as windy and cold as the city." ”

was educated by a man, but Ruan Qing's heart was full of warm sunshine, and he hadn't heard his old father's nagging for a long time.

In the cultivation world, everyone cares about cultivation, and she is alone, and the human relationship is extremely indifferent and alienated, and she is almost forgetting what family affection is like.

"It's not far, it's such a cold day, I want you to rest at home." She muttered, this mountain road is rugged, and Daddy's motorcycle is also a grinding goblin.

"Hurry up, let's go back quickly, it's cold outside, I have a cold and fever when I turn around, trouble." Ruan Jingtian said that their transportation is not convenient, even if they go to the town, it will take half an hour to ride a motorcycle.

When he arrived at the door, Ruan Qing didn't care about his luggage, so he rushed into the house, and when he entered the door, he met a pair of smart black eyes.

"Lebao!" Ruan Qing looked at the little man in front of him in surprise, the little boy who was called, holding a Peppa puppet in his hand, looking at her curiously, his eyes blinking.

Hearing the voice, Huang Cuiying walked out of the house, "It's really you, I'll just say that person looks so much like you, hurry up and let your father go down and take a look, I didn't mistake this look, your father still said it wasn't you." ”

"It's freezing, go back to the house and bake the fire, your sister is also in the house." As she spoke, she took her daughter's hand and went into the house.

The house with the stove was really different, before entering the house, when I opened the door, there was a heat wave, and Ruan Qing saw the eldest sister sitting on the stool with the soles of her shoes.

"Sister." Crisply shouted, "Little sister! ”

All of a sudden, the room was bustling with activity.