Although Yang Chen has become a celebrity in Xingtang Middle School, classes still have to be attended, and the monthly holiday once a month is also coming as scheduled, that is, this weekend. If it is not a weekend of monthly vacation, the third year group will only have no classes on Sunday afternoon, and there will be no classes on Sunday for the first and second years of high school.

Monthly HolidayThis weekend, there are only half days of classes on Fridays, and there is a holiday in the afternoon.

Because most of the students are students from various towns and villages in the city, as soon as they have a monthly vacation, the school is basically empty, go home to get living expenses, go back to relax, and so on.

Yang Chen was a little like an arrow.

He wanted to see the small mountain village after a long absence.

Yang Chen is a shy person at home, and there is not much communication between him and his parents, let alone Cheng Huan's knees, and Yang Chen's parents are also typical farmers, although the heart of Jackie Chan is the same as all parents, but they are more just doing their own nurturing grace, they think that Yang Chen has grown up, and many things don't need them to worry about as parents.

In other words, in the eyes of his parents, Yang Chen is a good son with good academic performance, and if he can be admitted to a university, his parents will not frown if they smash the pot and sell iron.

It's a pity that at this time, only my mother and younger brother are at home. My sister is in Guangdong, and my father is in the provincial capital. Even the paddy fields at home were planted by my mother.

At this time, the seedlings are about to tassel!

After entering high school, Yang Chen only has the winter and summer vacations every year to help the family do some farm work, although Yang Chen has the ideal of jumping out of the farm, but he never refuses to let his hand holding the pen pick up the sickle.

Zhang Yuesheng and Yang Chen are in the same township, so they go back together every time they take a monthly vacation.

Pu'an City, Xijiang Province is a typical hilly area in the interior, stretching over many mountains but not high, even if you stand on a high place, as far as the eye can see, it is only a slap in the face, which is exactly what responds to that sentence, a mountain and a mountain are high.

In Pu'an City in 2000, except for a few main roads, all the mechanized roads were made of dirt and gravel, and when it rained, it was muddy and difficult to walk, and there were puddles everywhere. Fortunately, it didn't rain in the past two days, otherwise there would be enough mountain roads for Yang Chen and Zhang Yuesheng to walk on more than ten miles.

Yang Chen and Zhang Yuesheng carried a small schoolbag on their backs, and there were only some review materials in it that needed to be taken back to read.

Walking on this mountain road that Yang Chen was extremely familiar with, Yang Chen felt that this time was so charming. Ten years later, Yang Chen occasionally re-walked the Long March, but how lonely he was at that time.

The mountains and rivers on the road are beautiful, it is the best time of the year, sweet potatoes and corn exude a fragrance that only farmers can experience, but Yang Chen and Zhang Yuesheng are discussing the solution to a certain math problem.

For three years of high school, they walked all the way home.

After walking for an hour, they walked to the hillside behind Zhang Yuesheng's house, and broke up after making an appointment to go back to school together the day after tomorrow, and Yang Chen went down the mountain alone to go back to his home.

The house is at the foot of the mountain, which is the courtyard of several families.

Because it is a typical hilly area, the villagers are scattered to live in the back of the mountain, the strangers intersect, the chickens and dogs smell each other, each family is separated by a certain distance, and a few rely on blood relatives to live in a mountain col or flat dam.

Ten years later, these courtyards were all renovated with small western-style buildings, but at this time, they were all blue-tiled houses. Even if he was reborn ten more times, Yang Chen would be able to find his way home with his eyes closed.

The yellow dog at home smelled Yang Chen's smell from afar, and ran halfway up the mountain to greet Yang Chen with his tail wagging. It's a pity that the life span of this dog is much shorter than that of Yang Chen, the year he graduated from college, the yellow dog also came to the end of his life, and at this time, he couldn't realize the cruelty of life at all, so he happily put his two front paws on Yang Chen's body, stretched out his tongue and wanted to lick Yang Chen's hand.

Yang Chen stroked Rhubarb's forehead vigorously, and Rhubarb excitedly circled around Yang Chen, refusing to leave.

The house is guarded by the iron general.

Mother may be cutting pigweed in the field, Yang Chen tore open his throat and shouted loudly, "Mom!"

"Hey!" The voice that was too familiar to be a part of Yang Chen's life sounded from the mountain pass on the right side of the house, it was the voice of his mother, who was connected by blood.

Yang Chen trotted to his family's contracted field, and his mother was looking at him with a smile, holding a few long sweet potato vines in her hands.

"Chen'er, I know you're going to have a holiday today, there's chicken soup stewed in the pot, you're hungry, go and drink something!" Mother put the sweet potato vine into the bamboo basket, which was already full. The mother pressed hard a few times, and crouched down, trying to carry the basket of pigweed.

"I'll come!" Yang Chen moved the basket to the ridge, squatted down, and put the shoulder strap that tied the basket on his shoulder.

The stress of life is not heavy.

But that's only a small part of life.

Qin Shuzhen is a typical rural woman, she has raised three children, she works hard to run the family, even if Yang Chen in later generations is helpless and has nothing to do, the mother has never complained about her son.

"Mom, I think about it, I'm going to take the entrance examination to Huaxie Medical University in the provincial capital!" Yang Chen said with his mother carrying a hot cabbage in the back with a basket on his back.

"Mom doesn't understand this, as long as you can pass the exam, Mom will support you!" Qin Shuzhen is actually quite proud of her son, she thinks that her son will definitely be able to jump out of the farm gate and glorify his ancestors.

"Actually, it's not that I haven't considered my uncle's words to study abroad, but I think it's not good to be favored for no reason, and I want to go my own way by my own pace!"

Yang Chen felt that he had been reborn once, so let the hardships of his previous life pass, and he should be confident to welcome a new life.

Therefore, he has deliberately not allowed himself to think about the cruel fate of his next ten years.

Therefore, at this time, he is a fearless young man full of ideals and hopes.

"Well, although he is my mother's uncle, he is not your uncle after all, and your relationship with him is another layer apart, and besides, we have been farmers for generations, and such a rich relative suddenly appeared, to be honest, my mother is a little uncomfortable!" Qin Shuzhen did not forget her duty because she suddenly had a rich uncle.

She is still the hard-working rural woman, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

"Mom!" another crisp children's voice resounded through the ravine.

"Han'er, we'll be back soon!"

Of course, this is Yang Chen's younger brother, Yang Han, who is only 10 years old now, and is in the fourth grade at the Township Central Primary School. An innocent and casual expression.

"Brother!" Yang Han rushed to Yang Chen's side with his schoolbag on his back.

Yang Chen stroked Yang Han's head affectionately, he loved this younger brother very much, and his younger brother was also smart and clever, when Yang Chen was reborn, his younger brother was studying at Xijiang Normal University.

"Let's go, go back and drink chicken soup, Mom said that the chicken soup was stewed!" The brothers walked home one after the other!

Yang Chen put down the basket, every grass and tree in the house was very familiar to him, although this was the home ten years ago, but in Yang Chen's memory, it was as clear as what had just happened.

In 2000, there was only one public telephone in the whole village, and it was still a few miles down the village, and basically no one would think of using a telephone unless there was something particularly urgent.

Although Yang Chen wanted to hear his father's voice, he had no contact information at all.

Usually, his father occasionally called the school from the provincial capital to ask about Yang Chen's situation.

Just as Yang Chen and his younger brother were drinking chicken soup, the loudspeaker in the village rang, "Qin Shuzhen from Group 6, please have an idea, your husband Yang Shengli called and asked you to answer the phone at nine o'clock tomorrow morning." This tweeter is a must-have for transmitting information in rural China in the last century, and ten years after Yang Chen's travel, the tweeter in the village is still playing a great historical role.

"Mom, Dad is calling back!" Yang Chen and his younger brother were very happy, and they must go and talk to their father tomorrow.

At this time, it was close to dusk, and if you went to answer the phone for a round trip, it might be dark when you came back, so Yang Chen's father asked Qin Shuzhen to go again tomorrow, because tomorrow is a day to catch the market.