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The next day, Fugui woke up at 5:30 in habit. He put on his clothes and ran around outside the village. When he got home, he took medicine. Then he searched for something in his bag.

He took out two bottles of wine and a cigarette and placed it on the table: "Dad, this is for you. If you drink less in the future, you should quit smoking. You see, you smoke early in the morning, which is very bad for your health."

The father threw away the cigarette in his hand, coughed a few times and said, "Don't give it to me. I'll be a waste if I smoke such a good cigarette. You'd better deliver it to Yanzi's father."

Fugui carried his bag and said, "There's more, I'll go to her house to have a look."

Yanzi's house is not far from them. Yanzi's mother was busy in the yard. When she saw Fugui, she smiled so hard that she suddenly became ten years younger. She looked at Fugui and said, "Guizi is here? Come into the house, Swallow is here. Don't leave later, just eat here."

Fugui refused a few words, and Yanzi came out and said angrily: "Let you eat here, don't let you eat for nothing, and help me with work later."

After dinner, Yanzi stared at Fugui with a angrily: "You haven't changed your clothes yet? Look at you who are neatly dressed like a guest, like you are working?"

Fugui smiled foolishly, went home and changed into camouflage uniforms. As soon as he left the house, swallows drove over with the sheep.

The back mountain is where Fugui remembers the most. Since he dropped out of school, he has driven the flock of sheep to spend the most empty and helpless youth there. In those years, swallows have been with him, silently sharing the inner suffering for him.

Now is another misty season, and the past is long and full of his infinite sighs about the past.

The laughter and sadness of the past resounded many times in his dreams, and the familiar mountains and rivers here we wet his homesick thoughts.

In the blink of an eye, he had already stepped on the land where his deepest memory had left him, making his wandering figure gradually drift away, and finally slowly drooping into the distant military camp. The same waiting, but different moods, only here can he see the swallows that make him sleepless all night and the familiar mountains and rivers that evoke his infinite memories.

He looked at the swallows who bowed their heads in front of him. In his dream, the swallow's long hair was as elegant as the wind, with its light steps, measuring the distance of longing and sprinkling thoughts along the way. The figure in front of him called his footsteps home countless times. Concern was like the mountain road in front of him, winding from the vast desert to the mountains and rivers here. Only here is the end of the dream's return.

He sighed at the passage of time. The once sheep-herding boy is now heroic, and the little girl who cried and laughed with him is still watching here silently. He could not guess that every land here would leave behind many tears of longing for swallows, and the lush grass that moves with the wind will bring back many beautiful memories of swallows.
Chapter completed!