On the riverside, he was alone, swaying alone. It felt like the rain blowing by the wind. He was tired of swaying. He found a slightly flat stone to sit down, and felt like a reed that had reached the shore, which was incompatible with the scenery on the shore. The deep bottom of the water was the space he should have existed.

He looked at the mountains on the other side, those that he had worshipped when he was a child, and those who were once a frivolous boy who sighed, "I saw the green mountains so charming, I guess the green mountains should be like this when I saw me." Now, what else is there besides barbarism? There is also the riverside beside him, the riverside that he had deeply nostalgic. Now, what else is there besides the empty space?

It is undeniable that he grew up drinking the water of this river and had also had close contact with it naked many times. He had fed it in his most innocent years, but it would not be as unforgettable to these past events as he did.

He once said that this is his river, and his hometown is the starting point of this river, and he has always been curious about where the end point of this river is.

Many years later, he just came back from the place where the end was. It was a strange and prosperous city. He wandered there for half a year without gaining the beautiful future in his fantasy. He only walked a dark section of the road, and he was just a humble passerby.

Now he could only say helplessly that this river should not be his anymore, the end is not, and the starting point is not.

In a blink of an eye, many passing times have turned him into a very young person. He is really tired of his hometown, and his hometown is also tired of him.

People as old as him in the village left all the people who should have gone, and those who should not have gone left all the people. But he was the one who was recognized as going to fly away and was constantly lost here. He also walked several times, but he rolled back in his heart every time, like this river rolling and rolling in his hometown.

But he is not this river, the track of this river is destined by heaven, and his track should be opened by him.

Thinking of this, he turned around on the rock beach and suddenly turned the river behind him. He patted his butt and left. He hoped that when he came back next time, he would not roll, nor would he hope to drive a luxury car, at least he would walk back upright.

...

It was that time on the banks of the river in the village that Jin Jingcheng in his previous life made up his mind and realized that life should not be lonely and miserable. So, after the age of 25, he achieved certain achievements in just a few years with his extraordinary wisdom and hard struggle, and worked hard to become a small boss with some assets.

Later, when he returned to the village, he drove a BMW sedan with his beautiful girlfriend.

He no longer lived in a lonely and poor life, but became a return home in glory. He was no longer looked down upon by the villagers, but was pleased by some villagers. His family, who were dissatisfied with him, became proud of him, and those snobbish relatives came to curry favor with him.

This is life!

It is a real life and an inspirational life.

...

Thinking of the river in his hometown in his previous life, Jin Jingcheng couldn't help but think of a tree in his hometown in his previous life.

At that time, Jin Jingcheng was already thirty years old, had become a small boss, and had already achieved success in his career.

That day he returned home in glory. That night he came to a familiar square at the entrance of the small city government in his hometown. He walked alone in the square. As before, the difference was that when he was walking alone, he lived a lonely life and was poor, but now he is a successful person.

Even so, there was still an inexplicable force that suddenly made him confused, because his return home this time was extremely short.

Maybe he is used to the night and the ethereal emotions of letting go of the night alone. Although his back as he walked on the square of the small town seemed a little lonely, he was calm inside. There is no way to be calm. Years of survival experience tell me that if he is not calm, he will suffer a loss when facing reality.

But the so-called calmness here is mostly a manifestation. When this manifestation faces the impact of a hometown complex, it becomes weak.

He walked stubbornly in the square, feeling a little depressed.

Last minute, his eyes looked at the sky and the fragmented stars. Next minute, when his eyes moved down and landed on the marble-paved ground, it was impossible to forget the touch caused by those stars to him. Those stars had touched some sadness in memory in a disorganized form.

Just then, he saw the tree, the unique tree.

The tree was tilted in a corner of the square, in a remote corner, and the tilted posture contained a cruel arc. It is not difficult to see from its growth that it should not have many rings of rings and the planting is not long. Several dirty-dressed workers are gathering under it, panting and busy.

They were digging that tree and trying to dig it out. A tilted tree exists in such a square, even in remote corners, will show an embarrassing image, because of this, its fate seems to be destined, and it will be carried away and carried away from this square.

When he realized this, the tree had been completely dug out. The workers casually wiped the sweat beads on their foreheads, and reached out to lift it and move it away.

He had to think of himself, and naturally, from the state of being carried away by the tree, he transferred his thoughts to himself.

A few years ago, he fell like this tree and was carried away. The only difference was that the tree was carried away from this square, while he was carried away from his hometown, and he carried himself away.

To him, the square at this time, isn’t it a microcosm of his hometown!

After thinking about this, he inevitably felt pity for this tree, as if he was pity for himself.

He knew very well that the birth of this kind of pity had no meaning, except to add weight to his already tired heart.

He felt that he was like this tree, destined to be carried away by an inexplicable force.

But what after we carry it away? What role should we play after we carry it away?

After it is carried away, it will definitely plant it in another environment. After all, it is still young and has the potential to plant. If it is planted in another place, it may truly find its value, grow more and more luxuriant, and even soar into the sky. Another possibility is that it may become depressed and will always lose the opportunity to present a big tree.

In his heart, he did not deny this kind of tilt, nor did he deny the wider world outside. If the tree was not carried away, he would still stubbornly fall in place and spend his whole life like this, it would be a terrible sorrow.

Really, he did not deny that he was destined to leave his hometown and open up the scenery in the outside world.

He just observed that tree being carried away, and suddenly realized an inexplicable force, which was so good at hiding.
Chapter completed!