The middle-aged woman Fan Jingzhu walked down slowly. It was not clear what kind of expectation was in her eyes under her black sunglasses. She just glanced at this strange village, and finally her eyes fell on a corner of the village.
Looking from here, she could still see a corner of the old house.
She spent the most relaxing three years here.
During those three years, after making sure that there were no pursuers behind her and that she had obtained a new identity, she thought she would stay in this ancient and poor village for the rest of her life.
But she was still unwilling to give up in the end, so she left the village resolutely when her son was two years old.
"You don't have to accompany me anymore..." Fan Jingzhu took a deep breath and said, "You can wander around the village by yourself."
"Then I'll go get a room in the villa."
"You don't need to open mine!" Fan Jingzhu said, "Just open your own room. By the way, you have to follow the customs here and don't mess around. Do you understand?"
"Okay!" Although the tough man was puzzled, he still answered honestly.
Fan Jingzhu wore sunglasses and started walking around the village.
The image of this village would appear in her mind from time to time, and it had been like this for more than 20 years.
But this was a secret she kept in her heart, and she never dared to mention it to anyone.
Even when she was sleeping, she was a little scared. She was afraid that she would call out the name of this village in her sleep because she missed it too much.
Fortunately, nothing like this has ever happened over the years.
Because she knew that as long as this place was leaked, her destiny would be exposed.
She felt a huge sense of guilt for the father and son who left that year.
She walked over slowly.
She came to the street and saw Chen Daming and his wife's shop.
She vaguely remembered their appearance. After so many years, sure enough, everyone had grown older.
It's just that Chen Daming's wife is still a little fat.
She walked across the lake and found that it was still so wide, but now there were many more people and equipment on it than it was lonely then.
Looking at the mountain again, it is still so high and so green.
She walked through the same places she walked more than 20 years ago, and step by step, it seemed that she was brought back to more than 20 years ago.
She was silent. She didn't know when, or whether it was because of Jiang Feng, that she found some water swirling in her eyes covered by her sunglasses.
She walked towards the old house and saw the exposed corner.
Her heart began to tremble.
Every time she returned to this house back then, she could hear the sounds inside.
"Dad..." That was the tone in which the son, who had just learned to speak, spoke to his husband.
When she appeared in the yard, the little boy would run towards her with all his strength, opening his hands and shouting for his mother.
She lowered her head, not daring to think about those past events.
Finally, she came to the house step by step.
What surprised her was that the whole village had changed so much, but this house had not changed much. Even the ridge of sweet potato seedlings in the corner of the yard looked familiar, no different from when she left.
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At this time, a young man was using the pressurized water well.
Hua Hua...
The cold water was pumped from the pressurized well and flowed into the bucket. A watermelon was in the bucket, soaked in the cold well water.
Although it’s already autumn, the heat is still lingering, and watermelon soaked in well water is the best way to cool down.
This is a unique way for mountain people to cool down.
When she was here, she didn't have much money, so every summer, that man was willing to buy several watermelons and just soak one if he wanted to eat it.
Hearing the footsteps, Chen Yang turned his head.
I don't know why, although the woman is wearing sunglasses, Chen Yang seems to have seen this woman before and feels particularly close to her.
Fan Jingzhu gently took off her glasses and called out in a hoarse voice, "Xiaoyang."
Chen Yang's whole body was shocked and he looked at the visitor in shock.
No further explanation is needed.
He looks so much like Fan Jingzhu!
From their eyes to their temperament, and even some of their facial features, they are surprisingly similar.
"Xiaoyang, come to my house for dinner later!" At this moment, Aunt Xiu walked in from the outside. She was startled when she saw the people inside, thinking that Chen Yang had a guest.
So Aunt Xiu looked forward, and she was stunned.
She is different from Chen Yang.
When Fan Jingzhu left, she had an impression, so when she saw clearly who was coming, she remembered it immediately.
Of course there have been changes. For example, the Fan Jingzhu in front of her looks older, but she is still so beautiful.
And the most important thing is temperament, a kind of nobility that has never belonged to their villages. This is a temperament that they are far from achieving.
There is also an expression between his eyebrows and eyes that is most similar to Chen Yang.
"Are you...Sister-in-law Luo Wei?" Aunt Xiu looked at her blankly.
"Are you Xiuzhen?" Fan Jingzhu looked at Aunt Xiu, nodded and said, "I haven't seen you for many years, you have grown up."
Aunt Xiu was a little absent-minded, "You...are back?"
Fan Jingzhu nodded.
"Xiaoyang, I promised you to come back and see you and your dad. I'm back now." Fan Jingzhu looked at Chen Yang quietly.
Chen Yang stepped forward slowly. Although the journey was not long, it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength.
He looked at the woman in front of him, and there was no longer any impression in his mind.
He was too young at that time!
Fan Jingzhu also looked at her son blankly.
When she left home, she didn't expect Chen Yang to be playing in the yard.
"Mom, where are you going?" Her son, who had just learned to speak, asked her in very non-standard words.
Her heart still trembled, and she looked at her son lovingly.
After leaving that year, I don’t know how my two-year-old son spent his time.
She couldn't even imagine how that mountain village man brought up the son in front of her.
Neither of them spoke, just looked at each other.
Finally, Chen Yang spoke and said in a hoarse voice, "Mom, my dad is dead!"
After saying this sentence, the tears could no longer hold back, and they surged out like water from a bursting dam.
"Xiaoyang, I'm sorry...I'm sorry!" Fan Jingzhu couldn't bear it anymore and hugged Chen Yang tightly, "Mom, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for your dad, it's okay, mom is back, mom is back..."
Chen Yang lay on his mother's shoulder and cried loudly.
The grievances of losing my mother since childhood, the grievances of being angry with my father to death, and the grievances of going to the provincial capital alone to seek revenge for my father and being beaten into a fool.
He was not completely released even after taking revenge.
Because after all, he is still a child without a mother.
It was only now that he saw his mother that he felt a sense of sustenance.
Everyone is always like a child in front of their mother.
Chen Yang cried heartbrokenly.
Fan Jingzhu hugged him, tears falling continuously.
But thousands of words turned out to be just one sentence, "It's okay, mom is back, mom is back..."