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Fugui returned to the familiar county town on the afternoon of the third day. He jumped out of the car and hadn't had a good rest these days and felt a little tired.

There were people coming and going on the station. He stood around the station and looked around without a familiar face. He felt a little regretful that he had not told his family when he was back.

He walked around the station with his bag on his back and couldn't find the car to his home. He went to the convenience store at the entrance of the station to buy a cigarette and took the opportunity to ask the car. The proprietress raised her head and looked at him: "Is there an open train? I don't know." She was a little disappointed when she saw Fugui, and then said: "It's such a long way, why don't you rent a car and go back, but it's more expensive. Look, that's a taxi."

Fugui looked in the direction she pointed, and more than a dozen vans were parked there, and some people were playing poker there, and shouts came from time to time. He walked over and a middle-aged man standing and watching others play came up: "Where to go? Rent a car?"

Fugui said his village, and the man opened his mouth exaggeratedly and could almost stuff an egg: "Ah? Where? Can you still walk on that road? To be honest, the road is not far, but the mountain road is too difficult to walk on. So, if you go, give it 200 yuan, and you won't go if you don't."

Fugui was a little surprised: "So many?"

The man pretended to be reluctant and said, "You are from there, you should know the road there, right? Two-thirds of the mountain roads cost oil. Let's do this. It depends on you being a soldier. If you go sincerely, you can get a little less, 18, right?"

Fugui hesitated for a moment, and felt a little distressed from the bottom of his heart that renting a car costs so much, so he simply picked up the package and was about to leave when the man caught up: "Let's talk about it again, can I give you a little less?"

Fugui stopped and turned to look at the person. The person seemed to have made up his mind: "One hundred and five, no more." After saying that, he looked at Fugui's epaulette: "You are an officer, don't care about that little money, do you?"

Fugui hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, as you said."

The man diligently helped Fugui put the package on a shabby van. When he saw Fugui staring at his van, he said embarrassedly: "Don't look at the car getting older, but please don't worry."

The car was very bumpy. Fugui had been riding for three consecutive days. Now he was very uncomfortable with his car, especially the dust poured into the wide gap in the car door fell on Fugui, making Fugui unable to bear it. He frowned from time to time and patted the dust on his body. The man saw that Fugui was a little unhappy, so he was obedient and had nothing to say to him.

Fugui no longer paid attention to him. The car was bumping on the rugged mountain road. He looked at the scenery passing by outside the car, the familiar mountains and the lush trees in the mountains, which felt very intimate in his eyes, just like the warm feeling of a wanderer who had been away from for many years, when he returned to his hometown.

Fugui's eyes were a little wet. It has been three years since he left this land. The mountains and water here have recorded every bit of his growth. How many times have I dreamed of these familiar mountains and rivers in my dreams. Tears wet those memories. Every sleepless night, I am looking for the bright moon in the sky, looking for the laughter that has lost here. Now, I have finally set foot on this land that gave birth to him and raised him.

I still remember the scenes that came out here. I carried my backpack and silently embarked on the journey to join the army. Perhaps, it was the season when the dream began. When he was young, he had a longing for the outside of the mountain, a desire for life, and a pure dream. He said goodbye to the swallow who waved his hand to him step by step on this mountain road. He did not dare to look back, for fear of seeing the swallow's tears, and for fear that her pretty figure would stop his heavy steps...

On this rugged mountain road, there are too many memories of wealth and honor. He can't forget the breeze swept her hair when the swallow bid farewell to him; he can't forget the swallow's expectant eyes, and the moment he turned around, tears slid across her cheeks; he can't forget the lonely figure of the swallow, watching over the slanting wind for a long time.
Chapter completed!