Just as Yang Chen was walking towards his grandmother's house with his mother, a small car stopped beside Yang Chen with a "quack".

Yang Chen looked around, there was no one on the road, and the car was parked next to him and didn't know what to do.

Yang Chen saw that this car could be regarded as a luxury car in this era.

Mitsubishi's Pajero.

Of course, the improved version of the Pajero ten years later is also a very good model.

A head poked out of the window.

"Friend, do you know where there is a village around here, how does the road go?" a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses asked Yang Chen very friendly.

There seems to be a big village near Yang Chen's grandmother's house, which is said to be the nest of bandits during the Kuomintang period, and the village is very high and very large.

"Well, there's a stockade around here, but I don't know if it's what you're looking for. ”

"Is there a very old well in which stockade, and there is a big yellow-horned tree on the hill opposite the stockade?"

The man in sunglasses turned his head, not knowing if he had said something to the people in the car, and then turned his head and asked Yang Chen.

Yang Chen didn't know that the well in the village was so old, when he was a child playing with his cousins at his grandmother's house, he wanted to throw stones into the well, and the echo was quite far away, which meant that the well must be very deep.

Very deep wells are generally some years old.

Yang Chen asked his mother, and her mother nodded, "Anyway, I had it before I was born, and I heard that it is older than this village." ”

"There is one Yellow Horn Tree, but it was struck by lightning that year, and only a dry and carbonized trunk remains," Yang Chen's mother recalled when she and her two brothers ran to play under the Yellow Horn Tree, as if it was still in the blink of an eye.

"Can you please point me out where to go?"

"Yes!" Yang Chen nodded.

The man in sunglasses turned around and said a few words to the people inside.

"Then please get in the car, you two!" the man in sunglasses held out his head again.

The person who asked the question was in Mandarin, and Yang Chen also answered him in authentic Xijiang Mandarin.

Open the door, there are two people sitting in the back seat, and the co-pilot is also sitting alone, fortunately, the space of this off-road vehicle is large, and it doesn't seem too crowded to accommodate Yang Chen and Qin Shuzhen.

Qin Shuzhen has never sat in such a car in her life, and it is obviously a little awkward to sit in the car.

"Turn around, go back!"

When Yang Chen saw that the car was almost on a dirt road, he said, "Turn in!"

Fortunately, it hasn't rained for the past few days, and the low plate of this off-road vehicle is high enough.

It's been a long bump.

"This is the place of Tasuicun Village, and I have arrived! To get to that village, you have to walk a mountain road, and cars can't get in. Yang Chen asked the driver to stop the car.

The driver got out of the car, and then the co-driver also got out of the car, and several people waited for Yang Chen and Qin Shuzhen to get out of the car, and respectfully helped an old gentleman in the car out of the car.

Yang Chen looked at this group of strange people and didn't speak, because they didn't seem to be locals in Xijiang, especially this old man, with a frosty face, like a wanderer who had been absent for a long time.

"Friend, please help me lead the way!"

Yang Chen looked at his mother, he still had to go to see his grandmother, but he helped people to the end, "Mom, you go back first, I'll come in a while!"

Qin Shuzhen nodded, and a short figure walked across a staggering dirt road, and on the side of the overgrown road, a few butterflies and dragonflies flew by.

Looking at his mother's back, Yang Chen felt that a kind of tears had wet his heart.

"Mom, it's great to see you back ten years ago!"

Just as he was thinking about it, a person next to him coughed.

Yang Chen rubbed his eyes, "Please come with me!"

It took a while, then another way that only cattle could walk to fetch firewood, thatched waist-deep, and low shrubs and tall trees on both sides of the road kept the sun out forever.

The mountains of Pu'an are not very high.

But a seventy-year-old grandfather still stops in three steps and goes up in five steps.

A man in sunglasses wanted to carry him on his back, but was rejected by the old man.

When they saw the dilapidated rocks on the top of the slope, staggered and intertwined under the shade of trees, only the mountain gate remained, which also indicated the existence of the past.

However, the existence of that once was not necessarily glorious, and some of the mottled walls were crawling with vines, which had been weathered quite badly.

Everyone who passes by can't help but wonder why its former years were so easily buried.

The old man stood in front of the door on crutches for a long time.

It seems that those old years are still vivid, the bandits on the mountain, the farmers under the mountain.

Between Lao Jiang and Lao Mao, who cares about the little soldier who has a very good relationship with the bandits in the stockade, but was captured.

The nine deaths and lives of the past have become a thing of the past, how similar is it to this collapsed wall.

Everyone has a past, but not all of them have a future worth looking forward to, for an old man like him, when the years once again pointed to that stormy night 55 years ago, when several soldiers broke into his house, beat his father and brother firmly, and took away the young man who wanted to escape to the stockade.

But in the flick of a finger, 55 years have passed.

He was a young man at the time, but now his hair is gray.

He didn't even know what happened to his father and brother.

Then, he was sent to the front, and under the baptism of war, he ushered in the edict of the surrender of little Japan.

He thought that he could go home, but he did not expect that that year, he was already a captain officer of the Kuomintang, and he followed the hasty footsteps of Chairman Chiang to Taiwan.

Because he credulously believed Chairman Chiang's promise, he returned to the mainland three years later and recovered the lost territory.

That's more than 50 years.

O years!

When you get old, you realize that the memories of your youth will keep you awake at night.

After years of war, and hearing about the natural disasters and cultural movements on the mainland, he no longer knows whether there are still people in his family or relatives.

The brother who was just about to ask for his daughter-in-law didn't get his daughter-in-law, and did her sister and her tiger-headed son still exist!

He was desperate to know the answer.

He always wanted to come back, but it was only recently that he managed to set foot on this piece of land in his homeland.

The purpose of his return is to invest, rather than to let himself rest forever in the messy grass of his hometown.

I don't know how long it took.

"Master, it's getting late, let's go back to the county seat first, since we've found a place, we'll investigate little by little tomorrow." A man in sunglasses put on a trench coat on the old man's back, and the old man still stood silent.

After a while, "Alas!"

"Let's go down!"

The footsteps of dusk rang for the people who were toiling in the mountains.

Let them abide by the law of sunrise and sunset.

"Young man, you are very familiar with this generation, right?" the old man looked at Yang Chen, who was standing with his head bowed on the side.

In fact, Yang Chen already had a little idea in his heart when he saw this scene of them.

"Is this the legendary Taiwanese tycoon looking for relatives on the mainland? Although he may not be his relatives, if he helps him find relatives, this benefit is indispensable!" Therefore, Yang Chen, who was in a hurry to go back to see his grandmother, stayed here, and he thought, maybe they would have something to ask him.

"Uncle, although I'm not a local, I'm familiar with this place!"

"Then do you know someone surnamed Liao here?" the old man was the only one whose family was surnamed Liao.

"Surname Liao?" Yang Chen shook his head, in fact, he was not very familiar with this place, and this place was two mountains away from his grandmother's house.

"Isn't there anyone surnamed Liao?" the old man was a little excited, and said, "Then you know Qin Rengui, oh, you probably don't know him, he should be 80 or close to 90 years old now, if he is still alive, his son, named Qin Fu, may be about 60 now, you must know!"

"Well, this area is originally Qinjiagou, there are quite a few people surnamed Qin, I know several people called Qin Fu, my uncle is called Qin Fu, and he is almost 60 years old! Oh, by the way, my grandmother's maiden family seems to be surnamed Qin!"

Yang Chen had heard his mother say that she had an uncle who had been arrested.

"Could it be that this old man is my mother's uncle?" Yang Chen was stunned for a moment!