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It was the next morning that Fugui embarked on the way home.-

The dilapidated minibus made a dull noise and was bumping on the rugged mountain road. There were many people on the bus, which might be related to the fact that this car was the only bus on the road. But Fugui still felt very happy. After all, he didn't have to rent a car to go home, which would save some money. But when he got on the bus, the driver told him that he could only take the car halfway through the road. The road there was not open yet, and he had to walk more than ten kilometers to get home.-

The window glass behind the car was broken, blocked by a worn-out newspaper, and rolling dust kept coming in through the gaps, flying in the messy carriages, and then falling on the bustling passengers.-

Fugui frowned and gently patted the dust on his body. He sat near the car window so that he could see the familiar scenery outside through the car window.-

The sky is gloomy and it seems to be raining.-

With the breath of the broken car, I finally arrived at the fork of my return home. Fugui jumped out of the car with his suitcase. The worn-out minibus was filled with smoke, leaving him alone on the road and drove away.-

Fugui took out a towel and wiped his face, took a short rest, and walked on the rugged and quiet mountain road with his suitcase. Looking at the scenery that fell in his dream countless times, he suddenly felt a sense of intimacy from the heart. He breathed deeply in the fresh air, the trees on the roadside were already green, and the grass on the roadside and the wild flowers on the mountain could smell a refreshing fragrance from afar. The dewdrops flashing on the tip of the grass were like crystal pearls, as if we were welcoming the returnees who had been away for a long time.-

Walking on the familiar mountain road, Fugui looked at the lush green cypresses on the mountainside, which were breeze-proud and snow-proud, with green leaves covering the sky. The green mountains all over the mountain show different colors and levels, tender green, emerald green, green green... According to the different altitudes of the mountain, flowers bloom layer by layer, trees are green layer by layer, and the fields in the distance are full of vitality.-

Fugui climbed two ridges in one breath and finally saw the smooth and smooth huge rock. Fugui put down his suitcase and stared at it for a long time. The huge rock lies quietly on the side of the road, as if he is also looking forward to his return.-

Seeing this huge rock, Fugui's eyes were wet. I still remember when he first joined the army, Yan Zi sat on this huge rock and said goodbye to him reluctantly. Through her hair, Fugui could see her swollen eyes crying. For the first time, Yan Zi's pretty figure was also standing next to this huge rock, waving his thin arms to him who was gradually moving away. Fugui didn't dare to turn around at that time. He was afraid that he would lose the courage to move forward when he turned around and saw the lonely figure of Yan Zi. His heavy steps would lose the courage to move forward... Seeing things and thoughts, suddenly, the misty dreams hidden in his heart and the infatuated thoughts slowly settled in his heart, but inadvertently, it floated into his eyes again. The figures that had been dreaming thousands of times were deeply imprinted in his eyes and kept emerging.-

It is those bright eyes, the pretty figure, which has fallen in my dreams countless times, full of strings of sweet or sour thoughts.-

Fugui looked silently for a long time, until he felt itchy on his face, and he wiped the teardrops that slipped across his face.-

Where is the beautiful shadow that once watched from afar? In fact, Fugui was a little disappointed since he returned to the county town. When he jumped out of the car, he searched for the familiar figure among the bustling crowds, but his eyes were sore and he could not see the swallow. He stood there and looked at the hurried figure of the passengers in a daze, and made up countless reasons for the swallow: Maybe she had not received the letter, maybe she had no time, maybe...-

He blew the dust on the stone, sat down and took out the photo of the swallow. The swallow's smile was still so bright. He gently stuck it on and kissed it, as if he could smell the faint fragrance from the swallow's body.-

"Swallow, I'm back!" he murmured.-

Fugui wiped his sweat with a towel and carefully searched the mountains opposite him. He knew that the swallow must be working on the mountains at this moment. It was spring and she should be busier. However, the spring breeze was leisurely, and she could only vaguely see the small mountain village hidden among the green mountains and clear waters. That is his hometown, and the place where he returned to countless times in his dreams.-

A large amount of water vapor accumulated in the steep valley slowly rose, lingering around the mountainside, as white as fluff, condensed into clouds. As the temperature rises, clouds are like sea tides and surging like valleys, forming thousands of white flowers, floating and gathering, and decorating the mountain village that gave birth to him and raised him as a fairyland.-

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When he got home, Fugui pushed open the hidden door. He couldn't help but feel excited about going home. He stood in the yard and shouted: "Grandma, I'm back."-

The yard was still like that, and the farm tools were piled up in a mess. Fugui eagerly pushed open the door, but there was still no one. He put down the suitcase and saw that the room was also very messy. Fugui scooped a ladle of water from the water tank and drank it, wiped his mouth, picked up a broom and cleaned it inside and out, and then sat down and took a breath.-

After resting for a while, he opened the suitcase, took out the wine and a few cigarettes he bought from the county town, and walked to the door. He suddenly remembered something, and returned to stand in front of the mirror and quilt Feng Ji, looking up and down at the heroic self in the mirror. He felt satisfied, and then walked towards Yanzi's house lightly.-

Yanzi's house is not too far from them. When he was about to walk to Yanzi's house, he saw a familiar figure walking out along the street with a basket on his back. He hurriedly chased after him: "Auntie."-

The back turned around and it was indeed Yan Zi’s mother!-

She pushed the basket hard, a hint of joy flashed through her eyes, and she looked at Fugui in surprise: "Is it Agui? Why did you come back?"-

Fugui was stunned for a moment, and said with a silly smile: "It was just the turn to visit relatives. The troops had many tasks, so I really couldn't get rid of it."-

Her eyes dimmed for a moment, and she murmured: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back."-

Fugui looked at her eyes and suddenly remembered that he had gone to the market with Yanzi before joining the army. When he came back, he rested on the road. He looked at Yanzi's eyes in a daze. Yanzi once asked angrily: "What are you looking at infatuation?" Fugui smiled and said: "Swallow, your eyes are so beautiful!" Yanzi said proudly: "Of course, do you know? Others say that my eyes look like mothers."-

These eyes really look like swallows! There is a slight melancholy in the eyes in front of you.-

"Agui, you haven't eaten yet?" Auntie wiped her eyes and sighed: "Let's go, Auntie will make you delicious food first."-

Fugui hasn't eaten for almost a day, and now he feels really hungry, so he responds and helps her carry the basket and follow her. Aunt didn't say anything anymore, but just walked silently in front of her.

Fugui looked at her gray hair blown by the breeze and secretly sighed at the vicissitudes of time. When he was a child, Aunt was recognized as a beautiful woman in the village. Aunt had a good temper and liked Fugui. During the days when her father was hospitalized, she helped him very much. But in the blink of an eye, the years ruthlessly dyed her former hair white - it turns out that no one can refuse the passage of time!

When she got home, Auntie began to get busy. Fugui put the tobacco and alcohol on the stone table in the courtyard to help Auntie burn the fire.

Aunt asked a bunch of bacon that Fugui liked the most from the room, and finally a smile appeared on his face: "Agui, I've been walking for a day. Are you tired? Go and rest, Auntie will make it."

Fugui stuffed firewood into the stove. He originally wanted to ask Yanzi, but when he said something, he finally swallowed: "Aunt, are you... okay?"

Aunt cut bacon on the chopping board, her body trembled slightly, and she said with her back: "It's OK."

Fugui suddenly felt that he always felt that Auntie seemed to have a subtle change when he came back this time, but he couldn't explain clearly where it changed. He silently lit the fire. Auntie had already cut the meat and fryed it in the pot. After a while, a strong fragrance filled the entire courtyard.

"Agui, how long will you stay here this time?" Aunt put the vegetables into the pot, pulled Fugui up, and asked quietly on fire.

Fugui stood beside her and looked at her busy and said, "This time there is a half-month holiday. I finally came back. It's time for spring to come. I can help Swallows with a variety of trees. Aunt, you have suffered so much over the years." When it comes to Swallows, he suddenly remembered Swallow's cracked hands and couldn't help feeling sad.

Aunt lowered her head and said "hmm". Maybe the smoke from the stove was smoky. She wiped her eyes and kept coughing.

Fugui helped her lower back and asked with concern: "Auntie, why did you cough? I'll pour you a cup of hot water."
Chapter completed!