my return to life

A few minutes after Li Annan got off the car, Fang Nian also arrived at his destination, Huajia Market Street.

It is said to be a market, but it is actually a two-way main road crossing, with houses connected on both sides, so it developed into a market.

Fang Nian couldn't tell how it developed like this in the first place, because no one cared.

It's been that way for as long as I can remember.

In summer, even the market is sparsely populated.

Use a fan indoors to cool off.

After getting off the car, Fang Qian looked around, it was empty, not even a stall, let alone the small bread that solicited customers in his memory.

But Fang Nian was not in a hurry to use the 11 route to go home.

He remembered that he still had 20 yuan backed up all the time in his pocket.

I also remember that Tangli and other places have always had a motorcycle rental business.

Sure enough, he quickly found this business in the market.

Talk to the driver for a few words.

The driver replied: "It costs 10 yuan."

"Okay."

Then the motorcycle started booming, and Fang Nian climbed up and roared away.

"Fortunately, there is a backup, so this will come in handy."

If it wasn't for the backup of 20 yuan, even if he remembered that there was a motorcycle rental, Fang Nian still had to go back on the 11th road.

Only 9 minutes later, Fang Nian arrived at the villager group to which he belonged: the Maoba Villager Group.

After climbing another uphill, I saw my own home.

From 08 to 2020, my hometown has not changed much, and most of them are familiar.

Except that in about 13 years, a road less than two kilometers inside the villager group was hardened, and there were almost no changes.

Fang Nian quickly walked back to his home along the dirt field.

I walked past the door of the neighbor's house, said hello, and crossed a small mound of bamboo growing to the north side of the house.

Fang Nian paused.

Looking at the two-story six-lane house within sight, it was a house built together with his uncle's family when he was three years old.

Separated by the hall, the uncle's house is on the south side, and Fang Nian's house is on the north side.

The hall is shared, and there is an altar inside, enshrining the memorial tablets of the deceased ancestors, and there are tables for sacrifices, which are not used daily, and are only used during festivals and so on.

After more than 13 years of wind and rain, the long white tiles on the wall of the small tiled building that was still fashionable in Maoba at the beginning of this century have fallen off.

There are traces of wind and rain mottled inside and outside the building.

On the north side of the small building, completely shaded by bamboo forests, there is a miscellaneous house that is common in the southern countryside, where chickens, ducks, geese, pigs and other poultry are raised.

And the toilet on the inside - an old-fashioned latrine that can be done by digging a hole and putting a wooden board on it.

Fang Nian glanced away, and about seven or eight years later, the miscellaneous house and small bamboo forest disappeared into history under the action of excavators.

The small building belonging to Fang Nian's house was cut off, and a new country villa was built on the cleared land.

Compared with the current appearance, what Fang Nian remembered more clearly was the appearance of the small villa.

Looking at the small open space overgrown with weeds and rocks, as well as the huts and bamboo forests that still exist, there is a sense of trance brewing in Fang Nian's heart.

At this time, a voice came from the steps outside the hall at the other end: "Fang Nian, you're back."

Chapter 15

"mom."

Fang Nian turned his head and saw the middle-aged woman standing at the gate, nodded and shouted.

He is not much younger than he remembers, because he works in the fields most of the time and looks old.

Also due to work, pigmentation is deposited on the face, making the face look yellow.

At this stage, limited by the environment and daily work, Lin Feng didn't have the heart to take care of herself.

With the rapid development of science and technology and the improvement of living conditions, Lin Feng gradually returned to the normal state of the corresponding age after leaving the field work.

So it doesn't look much different from what it looks like now.

Lin Feng said: "How many days will you let it go this time?"

"Ten days." Fang Nian replied, "Go to the bathroom."

Turn around and go to the toilet through the steps made of gravel.

Fang Nian's mother, Lin Feng, called Fang Nian by his name most of the time.

Not only Lin Feng, but Fang Nian's father, Fang Zhengguo, also shouted the same way.

Most of the neighbors in the village group call him——

Nian Habo.

Like Fang Nian, most men will be called by adding the word "Habao" after their names, which is probably a dialect habit.

Fang Nian hadn't reached the door of his house after he came out of the latrine, when a little girl who looked like charcoal came running over.

"Brother~"

Shouting with the voice of the old elders.

Fang Nian leaned back subconsciously, completely unable to see the appearance of the fair and elegant girl in his memory most clearly.

"Fang Xin, how old are you before you can dig coal?"

Looking at Fang Xin's black charcoal appearance, Fang Nian couldn't help but patted her head and joked.

He is not very old, and his eighth birthday has not yet passed. Although he is in elementary school, he is still very skinny.

Fang Xin blinked suspiciously.

"Where there is coal mining, the coal mines are gone..."

A few years ago, coal mines could be seen everywhere in the villages near the Maoba village group, but due to safety and other factors, they were suddenly closed down.

Fang Xin has basically never seen a coal mine in operation.

Fang Nian often went there when he was a child.

In a village that is more isolated than Tangli, there is really nothing to do.

Looking at Fang Xin bouncing around, Fang Nian said suddenly.

"Fang Xin, you stand, I'll take a photo for you."

Although it is a copycat phone, it still has a camera function.

Hearing this, Fang Xin laughed out loud, looking very happy.

Fang Nian pondered in his heart while taking pictures.

'After a few years, I will show you the current appearance of Heitan. I am afraid that I will cry out because of grievance? '

Walking into the house, the color of the wall inside has changed from the original white to a mottled color of white and yellow.

The traces of 'graffiti' left by Fang Nian in his childhood can be seen on the wall.

The left wall of the rural living room is covered with awards.

Witnessed the small-scale excellence of Fangnian Primary School and Junior High School.

Looked almost uniform 'No.1'.

Fang Nian sighed inwardly.

Like most rural families, Fang Nian's father Fang Zhengguo went out to work all year round to support the family.

When you are free, you will never see Fang Zhengguo.

"Back to school on the 10th?"

"Ah."

"How long will it last?"

"14 days."

"hungry."

"Not hungry."

Lin Feng briefly cared a few words, but then he didn't know where to go to get busy.

In Fang Nian's memory, from childhood to adolescence to adulthood, there are always many scenes like this.

Every time at this time, Fang Nian would always have a doubt in his mind, what is his mother busy with?

But now Fang Nian is not curious.

There are always a lot of housework in the countryside. As long as you are willing to be diligent, you can be busy from getting up in the morning to going to bed at night...

"Brother~"

Fang Xin started to shout meaninglessly again.

Compared with growing up and becoming more and more independent, Fang Xin likes to cling to Fang Nian at this time.

…………

…………

at dusk.

Fang Nian took out his mobile phone and prepared to code words——

In rural households, there are few fixed-line households, and few have computers, and Fang Nian's family is no exception.

Watching the penguin icon flash, there are several messages.

We want to be happy: "Fang Nian, are you home yet?"

"How did you learn mathematics? It's too good. I heard that your lectures are better than the mathematics teacher's."

"..."

Besides Liu Yang, one or two classmates also sent messages.

Much the same.

Fang Nian's answer was the same: "Do more questions and think more."

During the ten days at home, due to inconvenient transportation and hot sunshine, Fang Nian simply didn't go out.

I also gradually came up with some superficial ideas, but I still have to wait until I have the first free funds.

During this time, Liu Yang specially sent a message to ask a few questions.

Tell me, do you want to go to the county to play, with several classmates.

Fang Nian ten moved but refused.

Compared to unfamiliar Internet users, Fang Nian can actually be a gentle and sunny boy.

But I thought in my heart that if it was such a moment before rebirth, I would be very excited, and then I went.

It doesn't matter if you're married or not.

I just think that the county must be more fun than the town.

Fang Nian watched the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games on August 8 on TV at home.

Just like the shock of the year.

Also on this day, the editor Dong Gua sent Fang Nian a message.

"Is it there, little broken bowl?"