Chapter 376

Half an hour later, pingsu village.

The RV stops at the entrance of the village. From a distance, in the sunshine at 4 p.m., it is a bleak village with grey mud.

Light from the clouds poured in this too quiet and serene land, around in addition to a few birds, only the wind.

This scene is the same as it was 14 years ago.

Inkstone when seven memory some fuzzy, not forget, just no longer clear.

At the age of ten, although she is sensible, she is still a child. If she didn't stand here in person, maybe she would never remember the details of summer camp in her life.

In my mind, it's just a mottled outline of memory. Only when I revisit my hometown, can I weave a little hazy fragments of impression.

She stood at the door of the saloon car, with damp soil under her feet. Because no one came for a long time, a path leading to the village was covered with weeds.

What makes her feel strange is that there doesn't seem to be any trace of development here.

She wanted to ask, but the man had already taken her hand and stepped into the path step by step. Mu Yi and another bodyguard walked in the front, and the weeds on the ground were leveled by them one after another.

The man walks steadily on the side of the body and leads her to watch her feet from time to time.

At the entrance of the village, the wooden board standing on the ground can hardly be seen under the alternation of the sun and the moon, but there is still a word "Ping".

She looked at the depressing scenery around her. The green weeds kept wiping the trousers, and the dew wet the legs of the trousers, which made her more desolate and desolate.

"Fourth brother, hasn't construction started here yet?" When walking to the first dilapidated house in the east of the village, Yan Shiqi finally expressed his doubts.

The low houses are standing precariously in this isolated pingsu village, with several branches covered with weeds leading to different houses and narrow alleys.

The path of sheep's intestines gradually widened in the village. The man slowly stopped and looked at a hilly terrace in front of the village, but did not answer her question.

After stopping for a moment, he said in a calm voice: "the activities of Licheng No.2 primary school are in that terrace, right?"

Yan Shiqi took his hand and looked forward side by side with him. In the field of vision, the evenly distributed terraces had already dried up into a mud pond, and the terraces from top to bottom seemed to exude the loneliness and loneliness.

Deep in the mind of the memory, like the floodgate opened the torrent, vent galloping out.

There is light in Yan Shiqi's eyes, as bright as the river of stars, nodding excitedly, "yes, that's right. When I got off the bus at that time, I remember that the teacher first took us to the nearby terraces, and my photos were taken at that time. "

After a pause, she added with a smile: "later, when the teacher took us into the village, I was very excited. Because I've lived in the city since I was a child, and I've never seen a real village. "

In the summer of that year, at the age of 10, she was not as dignified as she is now.

Maybe her curiosity is too serious, maybe she is too new to the unknown. She follows the team more and more slowly, and her watery eyes keep looking around.

The picture at that time gradually overlaps with that at the moment.

Dilapidated tile houses, mud covered dirt roads, and some children with mud on their trouser legs hide behind the door to peep at their group of visitors.

As a young woman, she first set foot in such an excessively real village life.

It's very different from what she experienced when she was a child. The memory is still noisy. With the mountain breeze with weeds, the scenery in front of her gradually covers the picture in her memory.