Out of the no-man's land, there are dozens of kilometers of mountain roads to the manned tourist area. Ordinary people need to walk for half a day, but Song Youyu only took more than an hour to finish.

Entering the tour area and looking at the familiar scenes in front of him, Song Youyu felt a sudden feeling in his heart. If it weren't for the cultivation in the body, the twenty-year experience of the flood would still be considered a Zhuang Zhou butterfly dream.

Walking on the road in the tourist area, Song Youyu found that the pedestrians he met had to look at him. The beauty looks at herself, which can be understood as becoming a fairy after cultivating immortals. Seeing that the old lady also looked at herself, Song Youyu felt that something was wrong.

The puzzled self looked at it, and the emotions were completely immersed in the joy of returning to the earth, and the outfit of the flood had not changed. A suit of magic clothes and shoes is a bit too stylish. I wanted to change my clothes and shoes, but when I thought it would consume spiritual energy, I would better wear my previous clothes.

Looking left and right, I chose a low bush on the side of the road. Under the cover of the bushes, Song Youyu took out a change of clothes from the equipment bag from the Lingbao space, and changed the robes and animal leather shoes on his body. Fortunately, the season at the time of crossing was not much different from now, and the clothes barely matched the weather at this time.

In fact, Song Youyu is now considered to be cold and summer. As long as a single coat covers his body, ordinary heat and cold have no effect on him.

However, since you are back on Earth, it is better not to be too different. The reason why Tie Guan Li and Ji Gong used such an image to play the worldly dust is that they have experienced it in the state of entering the world and being born, so as to see through the world and get rid of the mortal heart.

Song Youyu still has to unravel his parents' kindness, this love robbery. After becoming a beggar and going back, wouldn't the parents be more worried when they saw that their son was so miserable. will become more and more worried about his son.

I changed my clothes and got back on the road, and there were no more strange glances.

Song Youyu's home is more than 100 kilometers away from the Shennongjia tourist area. Out of the tourist area, Song Youyu decided to take a car. What can be solved with money cannot be wasted spiritual power.

Song Youyu is not short of taxi money. Not only do you have cash in your equipment bag, but there are tens of thousands of dollars in the equipment bags of rich people and bodyguards.

However, Song Youyu does not plan to use other people's money. Now that I'm back, I still have to return those things. After all, there were college classmates standing there among those people.

Stopped a taxi on the road, didn't bargain, got in the car and left. The taxi driver was a middle-aged uncle, probably because Song Youyu did not make a counteroffer, and he seemed very happy. There were more talkers.

"Little brother is engaged in art, right?"

"Hmmm......"

"The little brother doesn't look like a local, he looks like he's from a big city. ”

"No, my house is local. My uncle is the master of the Xiaolei Mountain Taoist Temple. ”

Hearing Song Youyu's words, the driver stepped on the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road. Turning around, he looked at Song Youyu carefully, and shouted in surprise:

"Oops. You are the child who disappeared in Thundering Mountain two years ago? In order to find you, your parents and Yang Guan went to the no-man's land three times in a row. It costs a lot of money just to hire someone. A friend of mine went with him, 12,000 miles a trip. You say that you are a child, and you have caused great sin on your parents and your uncle. I heard that your uncle Yang Guanzhu's legs were broken. ”

"Master, use the phone. ”

Because Song Youyu's mobile phone was broken, he wanted to make a call when he went out of the mountain. But now that everyone has a mobile phone, public phones have become a scarce resource. As for borrowing someone else's mobile phone, hehe, forget it. Ask someone who is willing to borrow a mobile phone for the time, and they can already get home.

Another reason is that when you arrive at the tourist area, you can easily see the date billboards. Song Youyu saw the time on the billboard in 2019, and it was not a long time since he disappeared, so he didn't think about calling anymore. I can get home in more than an hour, and I'll talk about it when I get home.

Now listening to the driver, Song Youyu couldn't help it. Received the phone from the driver, and dialed the number while urging the driver to leave quickly.

When the mother's weak voice came from the mobile phone, the dignified Yuan Shen monk, Song Youyu, who had already cultivated and had a heart as solid as a stone, burst into tears.

"Mom....... It's me. Fish baby. ...... Mom, don't cry, I'm back. It's okay, I'm okay. ...... I'm in the car, in the car going home, and I'll be home in a minute. Mom, don't cry, really come back. Arriving home in no time. ...... In the taxi, my phone was broken, and I used someone else's, and I got home in a while. ...... Okay, got it. ......”

Song Youyu, who was full of tears, hung up the phone and handed the phone to the driver. I gave the driver another address.

The master who drove the taxi understood Song Youyu's mood at this meeting, and used his highest driving skills. It would have taken more than an hour to drive, and it was an hour away. This is also thanks to the national road repair policy, and the road condition is good and saves a lot of time.

I paid for the car, didn't let the master give change, said thank you, and eagerly walked to the new home where my parents live now.

Song Youyu's parents were both laid-off workers in the 90s in a small county town. When the two were laid off, Song Youyu was less than a year old.

After being laid off, he fended for himself. In the beginning, my parents were working for others, and when they couldn't make money, they started a small business on their own. Nor can it be said to be business. Set up a breakfast stall, fix a bicycle, rent a stall to sell children's clothes. These can only be considered survival. Not in the real sense of doing business.

With a little savings, he opened a full-fledged clothing store and bought some clothes from the wholesale market in Wuhan to sell them. In the first few years, the business was fine and I made a little money.

Song Youyu's original home was bought by his parents after they made money from opening a clothing store. One set has no shared area, and a two-bedroom apartment in a six-story building has an area of seventy or eighty square meters. Song Youyu, who was twelve or thirteen years old at the time, was very excited to live in a spacious new home and have his own independent room.

Before this, Song Youyu's family was crammed into a house of only ten square meters, and this house was still in an old-fashioned tube building.

Later, since online shopping became popular, the business of clothing stores has not been good. Business is getting worse day by day, and the money I earn every month is not enough to pay the rent. At this time, Song Youyu's parents were already in their forties and fifties, and they didn't have the energy to learn to open an online store. In desperation, the clothing store had to close.

In order to survive, my father set up a stall to repair cars, and this time it was not a bicycle repair. It's about repairing electric cars. The mother supported the family by doing some part-time work.

This time period coincided with Song Youyu going to college. Therefore, during college, Song Youyu can also be said to be a poor student. If you don't have a specialty of survival in the wild, it's a bit difficult to find a girlfriend in college.

Song Youyu stood in front of the new home where his parents now lived. This is an old-fashioned and dilapidated two-story building on the edge of the county. It used to be the office building of a small factory, which closed down many years ago.

Due to its location on the edge of the county, it was all deserted before. It was also a playground for Song Youyu and his friends when he was a child, exploring the wilderness haunted house.

Later, more and more peasants entered the county seat, and the higher-level units of the factory rented out these empty houses for profit.

Since it was not originally built to live in a house, such an old-fashioned office building is very inconvenient as housing, so the rent is very cheap. However, some farmers who have just arrived in the county town and do not have much money in their hands and those who do some small business are still willing to rent such houses.

However, looking at the words in the big circle on the wall of the house, this dilapidated factory office building that can provide temporary shelter for some proletarians may not exist for long.

Without entering the house, Song Youyu used his divine sense to see his mother, who was busy in the narrow room. My mother was cooking her favorite stir-fried chicken, and the chili pepper in the pot made my mother cough again and again.

In terms of time on Earth, Song Youyu hasn't seen his mother for three years. Compared to three years ago, my mother is much older. A person in his fifties looks like he is in his sixties.

Seeing all this, the emotions in Song Youyu's heart can no longer be described as just a sadness.

Gently pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, the crumbling wooden door that had been eroded by time, let out a creaking lament.

Hearing the knock on the door, the busy mother raised her head, looked at Song Youyu from the darkness in the house, and looked at Song Youyu who was facing the light outside the door, stunned for a moment, obviously suddenly did not recognize her son.

But then, the familiar figure engraved in my mind, as well as the breath of blood connection, made my mother, who had been heartbroken for more than two years, stunned by a huge surprise that had been lost and recovered.