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The morning I left was another smoky morning.

Although Yan Zi insisted on seeing him again and again, Fugui still did not let her see him off. Because he did not want to look back and see the lonely figure of Yan Zi, watching from a distance with sadness, and he was even more unwilling to see Yan Zi's tears at the moment he turned around.

He knew that he did not have the courage to face Yan Zi's lost eyes. Those gentle eyes would penetrate his strength and make his heart endure an unbearable pain.

However, when he left alone with his luggage, he realized that his steps were so heavy. He almost looked back and left the quiet mountain village. When the first wisp of smoke from that mountain village rose and disappeared in his sight, he stood there silently and stared for a long time.

He sighed deeply.

With that long sigh, he turned around and speeded up. He was afraid that the thoughts of leaving his hometown would wet his eyes, and even more afraid that the familiar figure would slow him down from leaving.

The sound of steps echoed on this familiar mountain road and also echoed in his lonely heart.

On the train, Fugui looked at the scenery passing by outside the window, and suddenly felt that the passing scenery was the passing years, all of which quietly passed along the road of life with the drift of time, and there was no reincarnation again.

The bustling crowds were shuttled back and forth, looking for their own station. That station must be the one that was still worried about their relatives and their warm home thousands of miles away.

Fugui didn't know where his future station was, but he believed that as long as there were swallows, he could always have his station.

When he thought of Yan Zi, he opened the package and the walnuts were asked by Yan Zi to bring them to his comrades.

He took out two pieces and put them in the palm of his palm. Looking at the wrinkled walnut skin, he suddenly remembered the swallow's rough hands. The two cracked hands kept flashing in front of him, making him feel distressed.

These days, Swallow has been happy, but he can know what kind of pain is hidden in Swallow's smiling eyes. These walnuts are watered by her sweat over the past few years. Under each hard shell, it is wrapped with Swallow's hope for the future and a kind of expectation for the future life.

Now she should be busy on the mountain again, right? Fugui thought silently.

With tears in his eyes blurred, he could imagine that the swallows were climbing on the mountain step by step with a bucket on his back. The sweat dripped on his face fell on the steep mountain, one drop, one drop...
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