"Get off in front. ”

Zhan Tian, dressed in casual clothes, squeezed through the crowd and stood down in front of the car door.

The minibus stopped at a fork in the road and opened the door.

Zhan Tian glanced at both sides of the door, there were already some old "New Jeet Kune Do" posters, and stepped down the door.

The minibus throttle made a sensation, and a puff of dust rolled up under the wheels, and continued to drive forward.

The fork of the road winds its way down the valley, and at the end of it, you can faintly see a hundred and ten houses scattered here and there.

"It's been another year and a half, and I haven't been back. I miss my grandparents, uncles and aunts, and my sister!" Zhantian thought to himself, the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

With the backpack in his hand on his right shoulder, he ran briskly down the mountain trail.

In the shoulder bag, there is some of his change of clothes, as well as the 50,000 yuan he has saved by working at the construction site for a year and a half.

When he was eight years old, Zhantian's parents died in a major car accident, and he has been in foster care with his uncle ever since.

In his uncle's house, there is also a cousin who is five years older than him, and a cousin who is two years younger than him. So after graduating from junior high school, Zhantian insisted on giving up the college entrance examination despite the opposition of his uncle and aunt, and went to work everywhere.

My uncle and aunt are both authentic farmers, and the main source of income for the family is the little money that my uncle earns when he works on a construction site in a big city when he is not working.

In this era, there are fewer and fewer young people who are willing to work on the construction site, and since the reform and opening up, the post-50s, 60s, and 70s migrant workers who have supported the rapid development of the construction industry have gradually aged and can no longer bear continuous heavy physical labor. In recent years, the labor shortage on the construction site has continued, and the wage level has also risen again and again.

But even so, relying only on the income from farming and working on the construction site, it is simply unbearable for the family to support two elderly people and three children to go to school!

Looking at his uncle's waist that was gradually unable to straighten up and his hair was getting gray, Zhantian quietly left the mountain village and traveled to major cities to work and make money.

Zhantian, who graduated from junior high school, was in good physical condition, and learned some construction skills from his uncle, did not hesitate to choose the construction site and became a young migrant worker in the new era.

And this is nearly six years have passed.

......

The weather in summer always changes quickly.

Less than halfway through the rugged mountain road, the sky quickly darkened.

"Boom!"

With the sound of thunder, bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky and crackled on the mountain road.

Zhan Tian hurriedly quickened his pace and flew towards the mountain village.

Soon, the raindrops became extremely dense and quickly soaked his clothes.

Not far ahead, a huge willow tree with a diameter of seventy or eighty centimeters came into his eyes.

On the willow branches fluttering in the wind, many red ribbons also dance wildly in the wind along with the emerald green willow branches.

On the mountain wall on the side of the huge willow tree, there is also a silver hook painted on iron, engraved with the four big characters of "Willow God Whispering"!

Zhan Tian took three steps and made two steps, and quickly ran under the willow tree.

Unzip the shoulder bag, empty the thin plastic bag containing a few packets of "hairy" tea, then take out the phone in your trouser pocket, wrap it in a plastic bag, and stuff it in the middle of your clothes.

"Click!"

A thunderbolt exploded right next to him and the old willow tree, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears!

Zhan Tian was taken aback, hurriedly picked up his backpack, and wanted to leave the willow tree.

At this moment, another bolt of lightning the size of a bucket fell from the sky and struck the tall willow tree with knotted branches!

"Boom!"

The huge willow tree suddenly turned into a ball of blazing white light, completely enveloping a radius of more than ten meters!

Zhantian's last thought was to suddenly remember that according to the legend of the old people in the village, the ancient willow tree at the head of the village would be destroyed by lightning every tens of hundreds of years, and then in the next year, it would sprout again!

Therefore, the elderly villagers call this willow tree "Willow God!"

Or, reincarnation of the ancient willow......