Sitting on the Sanbongzi, Zhong Yue looked at this familiar road back to his hometown and seemed to feel like a different world. Large cities, second-tier cities, small counties and then to the countryside, in Zhong Yue's eyes, it was not only a surprise of tall buildings, but also a difference in the rhythm of life.

The subways, vehicles and viaducts traveling between Shanghai are like dragons surrounding the columns, surrounding the Shanghai layer by layer, and the Oriental Pearl of the Yangtze River Delta, too many people make a living here.

It is not easy to live in Shanghai. Compared to the study worth hundreds of millions of yuan, Zhong Yue still likes his own world at the foot of Xiaohe Mountain.

"Young man, I remember, you came to Daping Township, right?"

Zhong Yue came back to his senses and smiled and said, "I just told you when I got in the car, I remembered what I said."

"No, I mean, I pulled you a few months ago. Forgot? At that time, you were carrying a bag and saying you wanted to practice calligraphy. Forgot?"

Zhong Yue really can’t remember it, “I forgot. Do you remember so many guests every day?”

"How can I remember it clearly? But if you can chat like a long distance like running, you still have some impression of it."

"Oh, that's it." Zhong Yue smiled and leaned the gift box in his hand against the car board. This time, he came back, and had a rest and adjusted his mindset. In this big city in Shanghai, even if Zhong Yue was hiding in his study, he was inevitably driven away by such a fast urban rhythm, and his heart was inevitably a little impetuous.

This is not good for his calligraphy. The phantom of Xiaohe Mountain in the distance has been revealed, which is unclear, and the air is much worse than when I was a child. However, compared with Shanghai, Huizhou is still much cleaner. This cleanliness does not refer to the street environment, but a kind of clearness in the heart.

The wheels rolled onto the gravel road, and you didn't have to look at it and you already knew it was coming soon.

"Hey, this gravel road is really hard to open."

Zhong Yue smiled, "It's pretty good."

"Fortunately, where is there such a road now? Is it difficult to pour a cement road?"

"It's not difficult to water cement roads, but it's difficult to demolish them."

The middle-aged uncle held the handle with one hand and lit a cigarette, "It's good to water the road, why should he be removed?"

After seeing the vague outline of the village, Zhong Yue said, "Just stop here."

"I'm not going to take these steps, I'll take you to the village."

"No need, I want to take a walk by myself." Zhong Yue took out the fifteen yuan that he had agreed in advance and waited for the uncle to stop the car.

Snap!

It was so kind to step on the gravel road that I hadn't touched for a long time.

Zhong Yue looked at the clearer mountain scenery of Xiaohe Mountain and took a deep breath.

Some of the fields are empty, with only piles of straw. Some are planted with various types of vegetables. Some pick the vegetables, and the remaining rhizomes are left on the ground and rot with them. When they are planted in spring, they will become natural fertilizers.

"Hey, this isn't Zhong Yue."

"Hello Uncle Laoshan."

"I heard from Brother Fu that you went to study in a big city and you have a promising future."

Zhong Yue smiled and walked towards the village. Sometimes someone greeted him, and Zhong Yue responded politely, saying that the news here was blocked, even if the Internet and mobile phones had already covered here, it was still the case.

No one knew what amazing things Zhong Yue had done in Shanghai, but he heard sporadically that the children in this valley went to study in big cities.

The sound of chickens and dogs may come.

A dog barked, and everyone around him screamed. Zhong Yue pushed the gate of the courtyard and saw Zhang Laifu picking up the leek seedlings.

"Master."

Zhang Laifu's face was full of joy, "It's back. The Mid-Autumn Festival is only a few days, and the round-trip tickets are several hundred yuan, which is expensive." Although he said this, Zhong Yue could see that Zhang Laifu was still quite happy.

"Not much. It's not the Mid-Autumn Festival, so how can you do it if you are alone at home?"

"What's the matter? After so many years, I've been living alone for so long, and all the lives are the same." Zhang Laifu moved the thermos under the table and poured a cup of tea for Zhong Yue. "Is it a good life in Shanghai?"

"fine."

"The teacher doesn't think you are from a small city, do you?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Master, you are an old idea. In today's colleges and universities, there are not all students from all over the country. According to you, the college teachers are too merciful."

"Where is money? It's enough to spend it."

"Enough, it's enough." Zhong Yue didn't tell Zhang Laifu in detail what happened these days, so as not to worry about the old man. "Master, don't be busy. I'll go home first, and later I'll call Brother Daguang's family to have a meal in the county."

"What are you going to the county to eat? It's not during the holidays, so don't spend this money."

Zhong Yue stopped and turned around and smiled, "Then it's in the village, that's the food stall. When I first came in, I saw a lot of new openings on the street at the entrance of the village."

"Okay, I took the leek seedlings that I had packed for a long time and asked that boy Ah Huang to add two eggs to add a dish."

"Haha, Master, you have to take food by yourself like you. Will others still do business in the queuing gear?"

Zhang Laifu raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong with adding a dish? It's not that he doesn't want to give him money."

"Okay, okay, then I'll go back first."

Zhong Yue walked down Xiaohe Mountain with big bags of things.

When Zhong Yue was walking under the bare peach forest, he heard the sound of a car horn coming from behind. He thought that he hadn't called Zhou Daguang yet, but he came?

The car window rolled down, and Wang Dashan looked at Zhong Yue happily, "Are you back?"

"Uncle Shan bought a car."

Wang Dashan was full of spring breeze, "I wanted to buy it for a long time. This was not the matter of working in the village, but just riding a motorcycle. Now I'm working in the county town. I'm riding a motorcycle back and forth. How can I bear the legs in the winter?"

"Is there anything wrong?"

"Look at what you said, I can't come to see you if I have nothing to do? I happened to come back to the village to retrieve documents, and I heard someone say you are back. I'm sending you a letter."

"Letter?" Zhong Yue took the letter from Wang Dashan.

Wang Dashan said: "From Zhong Yue, from Huizhou Calligraphy Association, it seems that you are going to join the Calligraphy Association!"

Zhong Yue was holding a lot of things in his hand, so he stuffed them into the bag casually and said, "Thank you, Uncle Shan. I'll go back and see again. I'm in trouble now."

Seeing Zhong Yue not excited at all, Wang Dashan turned off the fire and got out of the car and walked up, "You kid, Huizhou Calligraphy Association, do you know how many people who write calligraphy are thinking about it? Why don't you care about it at all? If it is delayed, it will be something that I regret for the rest of my life."

Zhong Yue also learned about the current calligraphy association, collecting membership fees and attending annual meetings, and there was nothing substantial, so he said, "If you want to know, then you go."

"Hey, you kid, have gone to a big city. Why do you have a gun and a stick when you say this? I want to go there. Can they let you go? If you join the Calligraphy Association, your motto will be higher in the future."

Zhong Yue turned around and looked at Wang Dashan with a smile, "Uncle Shan works in the county, so he knows a lot, Runge knows it."

"Haha, you are laughing at your uncle Shan. OK, you can do it yourself. I am busy with work in this county, so I won't argue with you." When Wang Dashan was transferred to the county, he was no longer obsessed with such trivial matters as a member of the book club. He came over and watched Zhong Yue grow up, and he was just a little regarded as his junior.

Zhong Yue returned home and put the things aside. No one came for two months, but the potted plants in the yard were fine. He gave Zhang Laifu the key, so he could naturally take care of the flowers and plants.

After putting down the letter, Zhong Yue did not have much psychological fluctuation. Originally, according to the previous regulations of the city Grand Prix, the Huizhou Calligraphy Association had a recommendation quota this time. In the city, the Calligraphy Association should directly send the recommendation letter to Huida University. As a contestant, Zhong Yue should not handle the so-called recommendation letter. However, on the letter, Zhong Yue actually asked Zhong Yue to pick it up in person. What's the matter? Even if Zhong Yue got the recommendation letter, Huida would have to confirm and communicate with the Calligraphy Association. Isn't this a fart when taking off his pants, and it's a waste of time?

However, after seeing the change of leadership of the Calligraphy Association, Zhong Yue understood.

He read the letter sent by the book association and murmured to himself: "What a villain is so successful."
Chapter completed!