Chapter 21 chapter Five

He finally came back, and finally returned to this familiar small county town.In front of the bus station is the only asphalt road in the county, which is still covered with a thin layer of yellow dust. When the wind blows, it swirls around the doors of shops, banks and post offices.The popping machine on the opposite side of the road was still beeping monotonously, as if it hadn’t stopped since he left, and farmers selling fermented glutinous rice, oil cakes, and melon seeds were still crowded in front of the bus station; on both sides , are still rickety mud houses, and some ancient carved lintels can be seen on some doors.The newly built theater is still trapped in the mess of scaffolding, and a group of workers are still busy around it.

However, as soon as he got out of the car, he felt as if he had fallen from a parachute to the ground, and his feet were on the ground again.He loved everything here, including her flaws, just as he loved his own life, including the pain of the past. At dusk, the carriage he took passed by the production team where he used to live.The setting sun was slanting over from the west mountain, and the village and the people in the village were shrouded in a blur of rose color.Only the two poplar trees planted by Xiuzhi towered over the roof of a piece of earthen house, quietly, not swaying at all, as if they were staring at him intently.The animals came back and crossed the dirt road, and they seemed to recognize him, standing on both sides of the road, staring at him with wide eyes.When the carriage was gone, they turned around and walked lazily towards their pens.

There was a warm tenderness in his heart.He remembered the conversation his father had with him before he came back.That night, father and son sat face to face on the sofa.My father was hunched over in silk pajamas, smoking a pipe ruefully. "Leaving so soon?" his father asked him. "Yes, the school is preparing for the midterm exam." The father was silent for a while, and then said: "I am back this time, and I am very happy to see you." Although the father tried to keep calm, his lower lip trembled slightly. "I found that you are very, very mature. Maybe this is because you have firm beliefs. That's fine! What people pursue is only belief. To be honest, I have pursued it in the past, but religion can't give people anything... ..." At this point, the father waved his hand tiredly, and continued, but jumped to another topic. "Last year in Paris, I saw an English edition of Maupassant's Selected Works. There was a story about a congressman reunited with his early son. The son became an idiot. I read it and stayed up all night. In the future, I often see you standing in front of me with a miserable appearance. Now I am relieved to see you like this. You are indeed beyond my surprise. You have become like one, like One..." It became like something, my father never came up with an appropriate concept, but he saw a gratified look in his father's eyes.He felt that both father and son were satisfied with this reunion and parting, and that they each got what they needed.The father was comforted in his conscience; he reviewed half of his life at a critical moment, thus comprehending a little meaning of life.

The sun was completely hidden behind the Western Hills.A few beams of strong orange light like swords from her reflected the sunset glow on the top of the mountain, refracted from the sunset glow, scattered on the grassland on the hillside, the fields below the mountain, and the villages in the fields, and finally turned into a soft twilight. .The school is getting closer and closer, and the central playground can already be seen from a distance, like a clear lake in the middle of the yellowed Achnatherum splendens beach.Under the blowing of the evening wind, the tenderness in his chest gradually rippled away, and finally formed a warm current swirling around his whole body.He felt that his father, who said he had strong beliefs, didn't really understand his current state of mind.Any rational understanding is empty if it is not based on sensibility.In some respects, at certain times, feelings are more important than ideas.And the most precious thing he has gained from his life experience in the past 20 years is the emotion of the laborers.Thinking of this, his eyes were wet.He was moved by himself: he did not walk such a difficult road in vain.He finally saw the school.Several people were standing at the door of his house looking out at the carriage on the road.The white cloth apron that Xiu Zhi wore was like a speck of bright starlight in the soft and hazy twilight.Soon, more and more people gathered there, and at last they recognized him, and all ran to the road.The one in the front is a little girl in red clothes, she is like a burst of fire, flying toward him.She ran closer, closer, closer...