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By the time we got home, the sun was about to set.

The children in the village were chasing behind the car. Fugui suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he had never seen any motor vehicles like these children. Sometimes there was a tractor in the village, and he was cheering and chasing behind the car, just like these children.

The car stopped in an open area not far in front of Fugui's house.

Fugui jumped out of the car, not caring about slapping the dust on his body, and stood there looking at the mountain village that he had brought back to in his dreams countless times. The village was still the same, no different from Fugui's memory. In the low stone house, there was a faint blue smoke gushing in the tranquility.

The children chasing the car stood next to Fugui and looked at him quietly, with envy in their eyes.

The driver helped Fugui take the package out of the car. Fugui settled the fare, and the driver turned around happily and left.

Fugui stroked the heads of the children and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

The children looked at each other and shook their heads in a daze.

Fugui squatted down, took out the leftover fruit from his bag and handed it to them: "I am Fuqin's brother, Fuqin, do you know?" Fuqin is Fugui's sister. In Fugui's impression, these children should be her partners.

The children looked at the fruit on Fugui's hands, shook their heads behind their backs, but stretched their necks and swallowed.

Fugui smiled and stuffed the fruit to them: "You can help me carry things, I will give you fruits." When the children heard this, they showed joy on their faces and took the fruits in a squint manner.

Surrounded by the children, Fugui came to the door of his house.

The door of his house was built of blue bricks. Because over time, the blue bricks were densely covered with moss, and the sparse grass on the walls swayed in the wind.

The children singed into the yard, and Fugui walked into the yard. Mother was busy next to the pot in the yard. The children were chattering with her as if they were seeking credit. Mother stood up next to the smoky pot and stared at Fugui standing at the door!

Fugui rushed over excitedly and hugged his mother in his arms: "Mom, I'm back." At that moment, Fugui could no longer control his tears. He bit his lips, but the tears still squirmed on his face, slowly dripping on his mother's thin shoulders.

Mom raised her head and looked at Fugui's face: "Guizi, is it really you? Are you back?"

Fugui hugged his mother's weak body tightly and nodded vigorously.

After three years, my mother's body is still so thin. The vicissitudes of time have left deep marks on her face. Only those turbid eyes suddenly shone with a strange light when she saw the wealth.

Fugui helped his mother combed her messy gray hair. In a trance, she seemed to be snuggling tightly in her mother's warm arms like she was when she was a child. Her mother's body is always his safe haven. Only in her mother's arms can she truly understand what happiness is and what reliance is!

Mom lifted the corner of her clothes and wiped her eyes, looked at Fugui carefully, and then stroked Fugui's face: "Guizi, let mom take a good look at you, you are still so thin."

"Brother, is it really you?" My sister came out at some point, stood under the eaves, looking at Fugui happily.

And Fugui's eyes fell blankly on the person standing behind his sister-----Swallow!
Chapter completed!