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"It's true that he left home when he was young and returned when he was old."

After leaving the hall of the Capital Airport, Huang Shuwen couldn't help sighing.

When he left, he was just a young man in his early twenties, but now he is over seventy years old.

Liu Qingshan and Huang Yueming, one on the left and one on the right, supported the old man, followed by Huang Shouting and his wife. Only Huang Yueming's younger brother was left at home, and he was still in school.

Except for the old man, everyone in the Huang family was setting foot on this land for the first time, and they all felt very novel.

"Shouting, Fengzhen, leaves fall back to their roots, and so do people. They can't be without roots. Although Hong Kong Island is good, I always feel that it is not my root."

The old man was relatively silent all the way. After getting off the plane, he suddenly talked more. I guess he had too many feelings in his heart, right?

Huang Shouting and Chu Fengzhen and his wife did not have such deep feelings as the old man. They all grew up in Hong Kong Island and regarded it as their roots.

Only Huang Yueming nodded, not quite understanding.

Huang Shuwen gently touched his granddaughter's head: "Do you remember how your name came about?"

"Grandpa gave it to me. The moon is brighter in my hometown."

Huang Yueming certainly knew it, but she had never left home, so she didn't feel it so deeply.

Liu Qingshan didn't urge him, and let the old man express his feelings here. With his state of mind, he could understand the old man's intentions better than the younger generations of the Huang family.

"Grandpa, let's go first. The weather here is a bit cold."

Huang Yueming was wearing a beige windbreaker, but she still felt the cold. Old people like grandpa have poor blood circulation and are more likely to get cold.

"Okay, let's go home, go home!"

The old man paused his cane on the ground, then raised his head, and his waist seemed to be straighter.

Liu Qingshan called two taxis, and the group left the airport and drove to the city.

Liu Qingshan sat in the co-pilot, followed by Huang Shuwen and Huang Yueming. The old man's eyes were always staring out of the car window. When he saw the familiar buildings, he said a few words to his granddaughter.

"Fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye. So much has changed." The old man sighed from time to time.

The taxi driver suddenly took over the conversation: "Old man, our capital is undergoing major construction in recent years. If you don't come back, you won't even be able to find your home."

The taxi drivers in the capital are always talking nonsense. As soon as they saw these people, they knew they were returned overseas Chinese, so they kept their chatter to themselves.

Hearing the familiar accent, Huang Shuwen couldn't help but take out his handkerchief and gently wiped his eyes.

The driver saw this and quickly said, "Old man, I'll open it slowly. You can watch it slowly."

This brother is quite particular. Liu Qingshan gave the driver a thumbs up.

The driver also replied. Liu Qingshan thought about it and figured it out: In this day and age, if you have some overseas connections, you will be envious.

But for him, he doesn't need to care too much. What he cares about is not the relationship, but the family affection.

In this way, they drove slowly to Shijia Hutong. The driver wanted to drive further in, but was stopped by the old man.

Liu Qingshan paid the fare and gave an extra big unity. Since they are particular, we should be more generous.

He went to the car behind, but it turned out that Huang Shouting and his wife had already paid the fare.

The driver was very happy when he saw that it was Hong Kong dollars.

Liu Qingshan and Huang Yueming dragged the suitcases, and Huang Shouting and his wife supported Huang Shuwen on the left and right, standing quietly at the entrance of the hutong.

Looking at the mottled walls and the quaint gatehouse, the memories of decades ago gradually overlapped with the scenery in front of him, and tears instantly blurred the old man's eyes.

A gust of wind blew, and the withered yellow leaves on the tree rustled, and a few more fell to the ground.

The old man murmured, "I'm back, I'm back, I'm finally back!"

It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon. Many people rode bicycles out of the alley, and there were also groups of primary school students, jumping and skipping to go to school in the alley.

There were also idle aunties who saw the excited old man in front of them and the descendants behind him. They were dressed elegantly and were obviously old overseas Chinese, so they whispered:

"Another person who came back to find his roots."

"I don't know whose family is so lucky."

"Uncle, let's go home first."

Liu Qingshan was about to lead the way in front, but he saw the old man raised his hand: "I'll lead this way."

After saying that, he broke free from the support of his son and daughter-in-law and walked briskly into the alley.

The remaining few people looked at each other and could only follow behind helplessly.

Huang Shuwen walked and stopped, or stopped under a big tree, or stopped in front of a door. Every blade of grass, every brick and tile here may evoke his long-lost memories.

As they walked, everyone's eyes suddenly lit up. Compared with other shanty towns, a very bright gate appeared in front of them.

There were drum-shaped doorposts on both sides, a vermilion gate, and a layer of lacquer on the outside. The gatehouse was antique and seemed to take people back to the past.

Huang Shuwen knelt down in front of the door with a thump. Huang Yueming was about to step forward to help him, but was pulled by Liu Qingshan.

In the cold wind, the old man knelt there, crying.

Huang Shouting did not dare to neglect him and knelt down as well. When Huang Yueming saw him, he also knelt behind his father.

"Huangmen Shuwen, go home and worship your ancestors!"

The old man kowtowed three times, and then Liu Qingshan hurried forward to help him up.

He could feel that the old man's body was shaking with excitement.

Influenced by her grandfather, Huang Yueming also had tears in her eyes. Presumably, she had some deep understanding of the concept of home and roots.

"Qingshan, can we go in here?"

After a long while, Huang Shuwen finally calmed down.

Liu Qingshan smiled and said, "Uncle, this house was returned to us two years ago."

"In the past two years, I have asked craftsmen to repair it. It should be completed now. Let's go in. This is our home!"

The old man was stunned by what he said, and then his face showed joy, and he said "OK" once or twice.

Then he was supported by Liu Qingshan and Huang Yueming and stepped onto the steps one by one.

Huang Shuwen stretched out his hands tremblingly to push the door. The door was not locked, so it opened as soon as he pushed it.

With a creaking sound, it seemed to push open a dusty history.

What came into view was a screen wall with a picture of three friends in winter, with tall green pines, vigorous bamboo branches, and winter plum blossoms in full bloom.

No matter how difficult the years are, they cannot stop their tenacious vitality, plants are like this, and so are people.

Three people are walking around the screen wall and rushing towards the gate.

Grandpa Liu Shikui is walking briskly in front.

Liu Jinfeng is following closely behind, supporting her grandmother with bound feet. The old lady is almost held in the air by her granddaughter.

Liu Qingshan did not say anything, but he and Huang Yueming supported Huang Shuwen forward.

Liu Shikui on the opposite side stopped and looked at them in surprise.

Grandma's eyes became particularly bright at this moment. She and Huang Shuwen looked at each other, as if they wanted to find the shadow of the past from each other's old faces.

"Second brother!"

"Third sister!"

The two called out almost at the same time, then rushed together and hugged each other tightly.

The two old people were crying like children at this moment.

The people around them all blinked their red eyes. These tears were a little bitter, but more of the sweetness of reunion.

Liu Qingshan also wiped his eyes. Of course, he could understand the brother-sister relationship that had been separated for decades.

It was unimaginable if he could not see the little fourth child for decades.

After a long time, the two old men separated, but they still held each other's hands and looked at each other carefully again.

Liu Qingshan then introduced: "This is my grandfather."

"Second brother, my name is Liu Shikui." Grandpa stretched out his hands and put them on top.

"Brother-in-law, thank you for taking care of Shuzhen for so many years!" Huang Shuwen also shook Liu Shikui's arm vigorously.

Liu Qingshan introduced Huang Shouting and Chu Fengzhen to grandpa and grandma. The two hurriedly bowed and called "Aunt" and "Uncle".

Huang Yueming was a little anxious and asked Liu Qingshan softly: "What should I call you later?"

She still didn't understand the titles between relatives.

Liu Qingshan ignored him and took Liu Jinfeng's hand: "Big sister, this is my uncle, this is my uncle and aunt, this is Yueming, who is one year younger than you."

Finally, he smiled and said to Huang Yueming: "You call my grandmother, of course you have to call me aunt."

Huang Yueming was still sincere. While bowing, she called out: "Hello, aunt, hello, uncle."

Everyone laughed, and the only trace of sadness was diluted by the laughter.

"Second brother, come into the house and warm up first?" Grandma kept holding Huang Shuwen's hand, as if she was reluctant to let go.

She has two brothers and two sisters. When she was a child, she was close in age with this second brother and had the best relationship with him.

"Let's take a look at the yard first." Huang Shuwen didn't feel cold. Now his heart was burning.

As he was talking, the gate of the yard opened, and Grandma Qiuju walked in with a basket of vegetables. Seeing the people in the yard, she was stunned at first, and then her eyes showed surprise.

Her eyes quickly fell on Huang Shuwen, and she walked up quickly, shouting happily: "Second Young Master!"

"Who are you?"

"I'm Qiuju!"

Grandma Qiuju was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling, and there were crystal tears in her eyes.

Grandma then told her about Grandma Qiuju's situation. It was said that she had kept the property deeds of that year. Huang Shuwen nodded again and again: "It's rare."

"Qiuju, you are not allowed to call me Young Master or Miss now, just follow me and call me Second Brother." Grandma is still sensible.

So, under the guidance of Liu Qingshan, the group looked around in the yard.

"Qingshan, you have spent a lot of effort to restore the old house." Huang Shuwen walked very slowly. Seeing that the current yard was newer than he remembered.

Especially the materials used, which were obviously all the old bricks, tiles and wood, you can tell that they were carefully made.

"Uncle, if you like, you can live at home. This house belongs to your elders. I have another one in Liulichang."

Liu Qingshan knew that although the house belonged to his grandmother, it also belonged to his uncle.

"It's okay to live here, but this house is still yours."

Huang Shuwen was not confused at all. It happened that his son and daughter-in-law were right in front of him, so he explained it directly to avoid any disputes in the future.

Huang Shouting also nodded repeatedly: "It should be, it should be."

He lived in a villa in Hong Kong Island anyway, so he naturally looked down on this old courtyard.

"We are all family, so what's yours and mine?" Grandma ended the topic and pointed to the front, "Second brother, this is where you lived in the past."7K妏橩

Huang Shuwen immediately became excited again: "Then I will still live here, come in and take a look."

"Second, second brother, everything has been cleaned up for you."

Grandma Qiu Ju opened the door, and Huang Shuwen entered the house with the support of Huang Yueming. He saw the desk and bed, which were just like the furnishings back then. Looking at them, he couldn't help but burst into tears again.

Uncle Lao Mao'er and the others have collected a lot of these old desks and furniture.

Although there are only a few that are too expensive, there are quite a few common ones.

Sitting down on a chair behind the desk, Huang Shuwen pulled out a brush from an old pen holder. Huang Shuwen's face showed endless aftertaste:

"Third sister, when I was writing here, you often lay next to me, tilting your head to read, and you also liked to poke me in the elbow."

All the juniors in the room were smiling, but Liu Qingshan suddenly felt a little like the fourth and fifth elders.

It's a pity that the two little guys are still in school this time, otherwise, they would definitely have to follow.

Standing up and looking at the brand new bedding on the bed, Huang Shuwen felt a sense of warmth in his heart.

"Second brother, when I heard that you were coming back, Third Sister rushed over to prepare."

Grandma Qiu Ju said with a smile. She was also very excited to see her old friend.

"Okay, I will stay here from now on." Huang Shuwen looked like he was really not ready to return to Hong Kong Island.

This made Huang Shouting look embarrassed: His father was here and he was not in good health. He was really worried.

"I will also stay to take care of grandpa." Huang Yueming's pretty face was also full of excitement, and she also felt novel about the mainland.

Huang Shuwen gently stroked his granddaughter's hair: "That's fine, your parents will still be there to take care of Xiaoguang."

At this time, grandma spoke: "Actually, Shikui and I don't live here either. We are used to living in rural areas."

"Second brother, why don't you stay here for a while and then come back to Jiapigou with us? I think your health is not very good, so I just want to call the master in Qingshan to help you recuperate."

After spending the Spring Festival in the capital, my grandparents got tired of it. In the past two years, except for that trip, they never returned to the old house at all.

When they heard it was a rural area, Huang Shouting and his wife frowned. Although they were not familiar with the situation in the mainland, they also knew that the living conditions in the rural areas were definitely not good.

"Don't worry, our Jiapigou is a famous one-hundred-thousand-yuan village in the country. The income of every household is no worse than yours on Hong Kong Island."

Liu Shikui could see their worries at a glance, so he explained with a smile, and finally added: "It was all done by Xiao Shanzi and everyone."

Oh, Huang Shouting believed it when he heard it. Others didn't believe it, but if it was Xiao Shanzi, it was absolutely reliable.

Even he was convinced by his ability to build a family business in Hong Kong at such a young age.

Chu Fengzhen is still a little worried: "It's just the medical conditions there that are a bit worrying."

Liu Shikui Da Le: "You don't have to worry about this. Our master from Xiaoshanzi is the descendant of the King of Medicine. Even your famous doctors in Hong Kong, one named Song Yizhen and the other named Master Fan, are all here. Let’s study.”

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Huang Shouting and Chu Fengzhen looked at each other, both in a daze.

Of course they knew about the reputation of Master Song and Master Fan, and had some contact with them. They never expected that they would come to this small mountain village here.

They couldn't help but become curious about the place called Jiapigou.

March, early spring.

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The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds.

The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

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The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood.

The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate.

The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now.

Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them.

There, a figure was lying down.

This is a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes are torn and covered with dirt, and he has a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, occasionally observing its surroundings vigilantly.

It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely sank its head into the belly of the wild dog.

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