Chapter 111

Get out of town.

The roads in the suburbs are fairly smooth.

It's hard to say a little further.

Many roads were potholes. In the early years, they were repaired whenever they were damaged. Later, I didn't know whether there was no funding or what happened. No one came to repair them.

So the roads in those towns are bad.

Jiang Xiaonian was on the coach back to town.

Drizzle hit the glass window, blurring the familiar scenery outside.

He wiped his neck. Now there is no bleeding. It's not easy to take out the tracking chip.

Sitting next to him was an old man with dark skin and cracked hands.

There's a pocket under the seat that keeps moving.

"Sir, your chicken is suffocating. Let's make a hole in the bag."

"It's OK. When we get there, we'll kill it."

The old man laughed, revealing a row of black yellow teeth.

"Where are you from, young man? Are you married?"

The old coach was walking on the bumpy road.

From time to time, the car body trembled a few times, making people think that the old bone would fall apart at any time.

I don't know how long it took for the car to finally arrive in that shabby town.

When a place is forgotten by time, the biggest advantage is that no matter how long you go back, it is like that, as if it has been waiting for you in the depths of the years.

Jiang Xiaonian got off the coach.

He took a deep breath of the dust and car exhaust, feeling that everything was still so familiar.

The barbecue stand on the street is still there, but the boss has changed.

The breakfast shop at the end of the street is still open, and now it serves lunch and dinner.

He came to the passenger station of the town and called for a motorcycle.

"Where to?"

"Minshui village."

"It's a little far. It's hard to get there."

"I'll give you more money."

"All right, come on up."

There is still a long way to go from small town to village.

On weekdays, only when we go to the market, will there be old vans driving from the town to the small villages to meet people.

As a child, Jiang Xiaonian once told the old man.

One day when he has money, he will build a big school for the village.

He never got rich enough.

But he kept his promise and built a small school.

And left a sum of money, for teachers, even if the small village is now less and less school-age children.

The motorcycle arrived at the entrance of the village.

Jiang Xiaonian did not see the small school.

All he saw was a pile of broken bricks and grass.

"Xiaonian?"

Someone standing at the entrance of the village recognized Jiang Xiaonian.

The man is now the village head, Jiang Yong, who went to study in the town instead of Jiang Xiaonian.

"What's the matter, school?" Jiang Xiaonian pointed to the ruins buried in the waste grass and asked.

"School It Some days ago, it was quite stormy... " Jiang Yong hesitated.

"Don't talk nonsense with me. I choose all the materials myself. Unless the land collapses, the school won't collapse!" Jiang Xiaonian felt that he was suffocating and guessed something.

"Xiaonian, you need to calm down." Jiang Yong pulled Jiang Xiaonian's sleeve and said in a low voice: "our village has been reported once. It is found that we are poor. We have money every year. You school It doesn't look old enough. You know We can't help it either. "

"Doesn't it look old enough?"

Jiang Xiaonian took a deep breath. He should have heard right.

He always felt smart enough.

He could see all the truth in the world at a glance.

But that's the truth.

He didn't understand, and he didn't want to!

"Why? Why can't we take a long-term view? " Jiang Xiaonian gritted his teeth and grasped Jiang Yong's skirt. Every word seemed to pop out of his teeth.

"Xiaonian, there are few people in our village to study now. What's the use of reading that book? Not everyone is as smart as you. You can only know a few words. Anyway, you have to go out to work in the end." Jiang Yong advised in a low voice.

"What's the use of reading? You Why do you ask such a question? "

Jiang Xiaonian's face was angry and his forehead was blue.

He let go of Jiang Yong's skirt, stepped back a few steps, and turned to look at the familiar village.

It hasn't changed.

Never changed!

"Where's the money?" He turned his head and looked into Jiang Yong's eyes. "Don't you have money every year? Why hasn't everything changed? You tell me, why? "

"Money..." Jiang Yong lowered his head slightly, avoiding Jiang Xiaonian's eyes, "just Every new year, buy some rice, noodles, oil and so on To every family. "

Jiang Xiaonian rushed forward and grasped Jiang Yong's skirt again."How much should it have been? How much has been left in town? How much of it is in your own pocket? " He was furious. Normally he looked like a learned young man, but now he was like a furious lion.

"Xiaonian, calm down All the people in the village agreed to demolish the school. "

"Xiaonian, where are you going?"

"Don't be impulsive..."

Jiang Xiaonian loosened his skirt.

The expression on his face was like anger and disappointment.

He stumbled back a few steps and turned to look at the little school that had become a wasteland.

Every brick and tile there was earned by him when he stayed up late to do projects for others.

But he always felt that there was not enough money.

He got twisted for that little money.

Li Jian, who raised himself, can be calculated for that little money.

Because he thinks everything is worth it.

As long as he gets enough resources, he can change the world.

For this reason, it is acceptable to sacrifice a little, even if it is the person closest to him.

"I'll see you, sir."

Jiang Xiaonian's voice is a little trembling, but he still suppresses it, trying to be calm..

He ignored Jiang Yong's voice behind him and turned to leave.

The old man's tomb is on the hillside not far away.

The withered and yellow vegetation covered the grave.

No one came to clean it.

Jiang Xiaonian stood on the grass. It was dark and the continuous drizzle wet his hair.

This gentleman, his father and Li Jian are all the people who are good to him in the world.

The first two are dead.

"Sir, I thought I could change the world, but I Not even a village can be changed. "

He stood in front of the grave for a long time.

From beginning to end, he did not step into the village.

It's getting late.

Night and rain swallowed up the young man turned away.

A lot of the town hasn't changed.

It's changed a little.

For example, in recent years, a seven story building has sprung up.

The first floor, the second floor and the top floor are the same hotel, and the rest are accommodation.

It is said that the mayor of the town has made great efforts to invite investors from other places to drive the development of the whole town.

That night, thick smoke came out of the private room of the hotel on the top floor.

The fire was blazing.

The fine rain didn't do anything.

Jiang Xiaonian sat on the top of the building, his face expressionless, his wet hair sticking to his face.

The height of the seven story building, feet hanging, for a normal person now has been scared back.

But he didn't.

He listened to the despairing cry for help from those fat things downstairs, and there was no joy in his heart.

It's quiet.

It's as quiet as, like, dead.

So he jumped.

The imaginary sense of weightlessness did not come.

One hand caught him, Lu Wen's hand.

"Death is not the best way to wash away sin."

"I have no sin!"

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Good night, friends.