The mountain roads are rugged, especially the road conditions on the way back to Chen Jing's home.

Even a motorcycle can only ride to the bottom of the mountain.

"Little brother, I can only take you here." The driver stopped the car at the foot of Kushan Mountain and said.

Chen Dingding nodded, took out the cash he took out specially to pay the fare, and then started climbing the mountain with his large and small bags.

It was already evening at this time, and the western sky was already showing beautiful fire clouds, and the large expanses of orange-red were dazzling but not dazzling.

Chen Jingshen walked on the dirt road, one foot at a time and one foot at a time. Although his feet were firm, the feeling of difficulty was still very clear.

The poverty and backwardness of Kushan and the inconvenient transportation are also a huge reason.

If you want to be rich, build roads first. This saying is true in Kushan.

Chen Jing looked at the difficult dirt road under his feet and felt a lot of energy in his heart. In other words, he had been holding back this energy or dream since the day he was admitted to Changcheng University.

"One day, I will come back to improve the situation in my hometown and make it no longer so poor and backward!"

Chen Jing has always believed that the purpose of receiving higher education is to help his hometown get rid of poverty, not to get rid of poverty in his hometown!

Born like an ant, you should have the ambition of a swan!

Of course, this is not something that Chen Jing can do now. Regardless of his wealth or social status, he is not qualified to make some contributions to his hometown.

Although he has not been home for more than two years, Chen Jing is not slow when walking on the familiar mountain road. After all, he has been walking for many years before.

Chen Jing climbed over two not-so-high mountains and was thorny all the way, and finally returned to his home just as the sun was about to set and night had not yet completely fallen.

This is a medium-sized mountain village. It is located between several peaks. The fields are orderly and the old-fashioned houses are scattered here and there. There is an old tree at the entrance of the village and a stream under the tree. It is dinner time now. The village

Smoke from cooking pots rose in the sky.

It's quite a primitive mountain village scenery.

This is the mountain village where Chen Jing grew up, called Changqing Village.

Viewed from a distance, Changqing Village is indeed a pristine mountain village scenery. If you find a few better angles to take some photos and post them online, you might be able to be commented by netizens as a beautiful mountain village or something.

But in fact, only those who are in it or understand the countryside will understand the poverty and backwardness hidden under the seemingly beautiful primitive scenery.

Chen Jing looked away, and his eyes fell on the two bungalows next to each other at the east end of the village. A fence was built with wood at the door of one of them, forming a small yard. At this moment, several ducks were still running in the yard.

I ran and saw smoke rising from the roof.

There is Chen Jing's home.

"Going home..." Chen Jing thought in his heart, but his steps became hesitant.

It’s timid to be close to home. Perhaps only those who really haven’t been home for a long time can understand the meaning of this word most deeply.

At this time, a dark-skinned middle-aged man carrying a hoe, who seemed to have just finished his farm work, was walking towards the village from a distance. He saw that Chen Jing, a "stranger", was a little strange, so he walked over.

"Little doll, who are you?" the middle-aged man asked.

When Chen Jing saw the visitor, a smile appeared on his face: "Uncle Third, it's me, I'm Xiao Jing."

"Xiao Jing?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered something. He stared at Chen Jing for a while, and then said with some surprise: "Are you Jing Wa'er? Oops, you haven't been here for a long time.

You’re back, you’re back after studying at university?”

Chen Jing's hometown always likes to add "waner" to the title of juniors.

This middle-aged man is Chen Jing's third cousin, Chen Dahua. He is relatively close and a very nice person. When Chen Jing went to college, he gave him part of the money and lent part of it.

"Well, I haven't finished reading it yet. I came back during the holiday to take a look." Chen Jing was also very happy to see his good relatives.

Chen Dahua nodded and said with a smile on his face: "Okay, okay, you haven't been back for two or three years. Your parents have been talking about you all day long. Go back to the house quickly. They won't know if they see you."

Happy."

"Yes, yes, Third Uncle, I will go to your house to see you tomorrow." Chen Jing responded naturally. He also brought gifts to Third Uncle's house when he came back, but it is not convenient to give them now.

Chen Dahua patted Chen Jing's shoulder and said hello happily.

Speaking of which, Chen Jing, who was admitted to Changcheng University, is really the pride of the entire Chen family, and even the pride of the entire Changqing Village.

It is not easy to be a college student in a place like Kushan.

Perhaps because of meeting his third uncle, Chen Jing's hometown shyness turned into longing for his parents. He couldn't help but quicken his pace and soon walked to the small courtyard of his home.

At this moment, mother Lu Yuqing should be busy in the kitchen making dinner, while father Chen Jun is sitting under the eaves, smoking a cigarette and weaving baskets, dustpans and other things with bamboo strips, and taking them to the town to sell during the market. This is Chen Jing

One of their family’s sources of income.

When Chen Jing saw his father's figure, he felt sour in his heart and pushed open the fence gate of the small courtyard.

There was a squeak.

Chen Jun heard the sound and subconsciously looked up. Then he was stunned and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Xiao Jing?" Chen Jun shouted, his voice trembling and disbelieving.

Chen Jing did not tell his parents that he would go home on the 30th. Both Chen Jun and Lu Yuqing thought he would arrive tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. When they saw him now, they were naturally surprised.

Chen Jing walked over quickly and looked at his father, whom he had not seen for more than two years. His face seemed older, but fortunately he had no gray hair yet.

"You, you..." Chen Jun put down the bamboo stick in his hand and stood up. Looking at his son who was taller than him, he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. He rubbed his hands and seemed a little at a loss.

In fact, the same is true for Chen Jing. The relationship between father and son always seems restrained and reserved. Maybe Chen Jun wants to hug his son at this moment, but he feels a little embarrassed.

"Dad, I'm back." Finally, Chen Jingshen took a deep breath and said with a smile.

Chen Jun nodded, and his countless emotions turned into a voice: "Well, okay, it'll be good when you come back."

"Chen Jun, who's here, is it Meixia?" At this time, Lu Yuqing's voice came from the kitchen, still with a bit of spicy and refreshing taste.

When Chen Jun heard this, he shouted towards the kitchen: "No, you will know when you come out and see for yourself."

"I'm cooking! Why don't you come out to see what you want to do?" Lu Yuqing said, but the sound of her footsteps walking out of the kitchen was still heard.

Chen Jing also looked in the direction of the kitchen, and soon saw his mother's figure with a spatula in her hand.

"Who is here, and you still want me to come out to see, really." Lu Yuqing was talking as she walked, and then she saw Chen Jing standing at the door.

There was a clang.

This is the sound of a spatula falling to the ground.
Chapter completed!