That was the tragedy of that era.

The empty mountains and empty memories set apart from Cheng Sizhe. The only thing he could feel was the simplicity brought to him here, and he believed very devoutly that this was the character belonging to his father.

He was very grateful to Marion for bringing him here, regardless of whether his father had a spirit in heaven or not, as a living person and as a Son of Man, this was his own practice.

Marian walked quietly in front of him. Cheng Sizhe didn't know what he was thinking, but he could see that he was no longer as depressed as before.

A young girl of seven or eight years old pinched a purple-red flower and suddenly stopped them.

"Brother, this is for you!" The little girl handed the flower to Cheng Sizhe.

"Thank you!" Cheng Sizhe held the flower in his hand and smiled politely at the little girl.

The little girl turned her hand back and said shyly, "But, brother, I have given you flowers. Look, can you give me some things to me as a souvenir?"

Marion looked at him with interest, and the little girl glanced at him and became even more nervous.

Cheng Sizhe touched his pocket, and seemed to have nothing to bring except the phone. "Little sister, my brother didn't bring anything to his house today..."

Marion took out a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and handed it to the little girl, "Here, where can I buy some books for this money!"

"Ma Rui'an!" Cheng Sizhe was very unhappy. This was clearly an insult to socialism by capitalism!

But the little girl happily took Marion's money, "Thank you grandpa! I wish you all the fun here." After that, she ran away jumping away.

Cheng Sizhe sighed in extreme depression, "How can this be done? Isn't it said that the folk customs are simple? Such a older child is so profitable!" He glared at Ma Rui'an fiercely, "If they don't learn well, they are all you.

The corrosion of foreign devils' sugar-coated cannonballs."

Marion shrugged innocently and said nothing.

"Hey, why don't you talk? You are not helping them, this is the corrosion and trampling of their noble character!"

"Don't be so exaggerated. She is not a beggar. She has sold flowers to us, and one hundred yuan is enough for their family to spend a month on living expenses."

Cheng Sizhe still dissatisfied and pouted and refused to speak.

Marian smiled, "A place like this poor and remote place is not as rich as Xiaomeng's mother's family. It's not as difficult as their lives. You can imagine that I can do so much. Let's go!"

Cheng Sizhe knew that this foreigner had no malice, but he just felt that such alms were disrespectful, so he followed him back to the hotel with his head down.

"Xiaozhe, it's been twenty years since China has experienced reform and opening up, but it's still the same here. Can you imagine what it was like twenty years ago? Your parents lived here, they

It is not as good as the villagers here. They have their own houses and fields. They cut rubber like animals every day, plant rice seedlings and pick up manure. The truck cannot enter and the things cannot be transported out, and they can only rely on the weather to make a living.

So, your father wanted to go out of this mountain so much, so he hit it off with me to move the stones on the mountain. So, your mother dare not recall this place and life here, so they made up their minds to leave you to your grandfather back then.

grandmother.

As long as you have experience, everyone has a forbidden zone in their hearts. Your mother’s forbidden zone is the love and hate for the people here, I can’t walk into it.”

Looking at Ma Rui'an full of sadness, Cheng Sizhe wanted to say something, but felt powerless.
Chapter completed!