The educated youth was reborn and wanted to disappear, but he was locked into a military marriage.

Luo Ye followed his father for a few steps, then stopped and turned to look in the direction of the small courtyard.

Luo Tingyuan looked down at him and said warmly: "If you want to go, just go and have a look."

This child once regarded that small courtyard and that house as his home.

After hearing his words, Luo Ye immediately let go of his hand and ran towards the small courtyard.

Dong Wenhao couldn't help but remind: "Mr. Luo, it will take more than ten hours to return to the capital from here."

Luo Tingyuan nodded: "I know!"

I’ve been waiting for ten years, what’s a dozen hours?

Seeing that he didn't move, Dong Wenhao sighed and had no choice but to wait.

Fortunately, Luo Ye didn't go there for long. After a while, he came out of the small courtyard with one step and three turns. His eyes were slightly swollen, and he had obviously cried.

Zhu Xiaomin went over, put her arms around his shoulders, smiled at Luo Tingyuan and said, "Let's go." She followed Luo Ye out.

Behind them, the educated youth and children followed silently. Even Miao Shiwen and Mrs. Jiang came out with their children in their arms. Xie Chengzhi looked back and saw that he silently took his son over.

All the way downhill, through the natural forest, uphill again, past the brigade headquarters, and then down the road to the threshing floor.

Luo Tingyuan walked very slowly, his eyes were the same as the year he came here, just looking ahead and not looking at the scenery on both sides.

He lived in the Educated Youth Point for three years. Only once in three years was he taken to the brigade headquarters for a meeting. In addition, he never left the area within a fifty-meter radius of the Educated Youth Point.

And after this coming and going, his situation was turned upside down, and his state of mind was naturally very different.

As uneasy as I felt when I came here, I feel so reluctant to leave now.

He knew that the educated youths and the kids were following him, but he didn't look back, he just walked slowly without any pause.

Three black Hongqi cars had turned around and parked in a line beside the threshing floor. A dozen men in Chinese tunic suits were standing beside the cars waiting.

On the threshing floor, freshly picked sunflower cakes were drying in the sun. The women working there craned their necks to look around, but they did not dare to come over when they saw such a formation.

Tao Yunzhi was already waiting impatiently. He finally saw Luo Tingyuan coming down and immediately came up to greet him. He frowned when he saw the luggage Luo Ye was carrying: "Mr. Luo, won't you take these things? The capital has already prepared them." "

Luo Ye immediately grasped the straw rope tightly and looked at him warily.

Luo Tingyuan turned to look at Luo Ye and shook his head: "Take it."

Dong Wenhao also said: "Children can take it if they want." He instructed a young man who looked like a driver, "Xiao Liu, help Mr. Luo put things in the car."

Xiao Liu agreed, taking the canvas bag carried by Luo Tingyuan with one hand, and picking up the luggage carried by Luo Ye with the other hand.

Luo Ye hesitated for a moment, then when Luo Tingyuan nodded, he loosened the straw rope, stared at Xiao Liu and put the luggage into the trunk, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhu Xiaomin came over, gave Luo Ye a lunch box in a mesh bag, and said softly: "This is a snack made by my sister. Take it with you to eat on the road."

Luo Ye nodded and took it, suppressing the emotions welling up in his chest, not daring to look up at her.

Dong Wenhao said: "Mr. Luo, get in the car."

Luo Tingyuan nodded, took Luo Ye's hand and followed him to the car.

Just after taking a few steps, I heard a rush of footsteps behind me, and several people shouted: "Teacher Luo, Teacher Luo..."

Luo Tingyuan turned around and saw Chen Danqing and a dozen other educated youths running down the hillside in a hurry.

It seems that Chen Danqing rushed to report the news.

Luo Tingyuan's heart was filled with emotions. When more than a dozen people came over, they all looked over, nodded slightly, and said in a low voice: "I...are leaving."

"Teacher Luo, take care!" Yang Aijun shouted.

"Yes, Teacher Luo, take care!" In the minds of the educated youth, when Luo Tingyuan returned, they were not worried about his future, but only about his health.

Luo Tingyuan nodded, turned around and left again.

When he reached the car, someone had already opened the door. Luo Ye finally couldn't help but turn around and looked at the crowd of farewells behind him. He couldn't take a step anymore and suddenly broke away from his father's hand and ran back, shouting loudly: "Xiao Sister Min.”

Tao Yunzhi shouted "Hey", stretched out his hand but did not hold him, and said helplessly, "Mr. Luo!"

Luo Tingyuan stopped and turned to look at his son, but did not say anything to stop him.

His son had been suppressed in a suffocating environment since he could remember. It was rare for him to be willful, and he wanted to let him go.

Zhu Xiaomin watched Luo Ye rushing toward her, took a few steps forward, and opened her hand to catch him.

"Sister Xiaomin!" Luo Ye threw himself into her arms, hugged her and cried, "Sister Xiaomin, don't forget me, don't forget me, I will miss you and all of you."

"Luo Ye!" Although she had been prepared, Zhu Xiaomin still couldn't help crying at this time. She stroked his head and said softly, "Sister will never forget you. When you go back, you have an address. Remember to write to your sister. Xin, we will visit you if we have a chance in the future, okay?”

Luo Ye nodded fiercely and was already crying and speechless.

Miao Shiwen couldn't help but shed tears as she watched. Several male educated youths also had red eyes. Among the children following behind, several little girls were already sobbing.

In the past three years, these two people have become more than just refugees living in an educated youth spot and protected by the school. They have already become their mentors and one of them.

Luo Tingyuan waited for his son to vent for a while, then slowly walked back and shouted softly: "Luo Ye, it's time for us to leave."

Zhu Xiaomin pulled Luo Ye out of her arms, leaned down, wiped away the tears on his face with her fingers, raised her lips to reveal a smile, and said a thousand words, but only said one sentence: "Luo Ye, it's time to go."

Luo Ye nodded, raised his hand to wipe away the tears that welled up in his eyes, turned around, held his father's hand, and followed him step by step.

When he arrived at the second car, Luo Tingyuan sent his son into the car first, straightened up and turned around, then glanced at the farewell crowd, then bent down and got into the car, his calm face not wavering at all.

The car door closed, and as the car's engine sounded, the car started slowly.

Luo Ye's tears welled up again. He turned around and wanted to lean on the back window and take one last look at the crowd. However, Luo Tingyuan put his arms around him and pressed him tightly into his arms. He said softly: "Luo Ye ,stop looking."

Luo Ye stopped moving, lay in his father's arms, and cried muffledly.

They stayed in this ravine for a full ten years. The memory of the first seven years was only suffering, but in the last three years, they were protected and thought about, making him feel the only warmth.

His father told him that home is far away. In the capital, it takes nearly ten hours by car and twelve hours by train.

He didn't even know what a train looked like.

But he knew that his home was far, far away from here, further than the city where Xiaomin's sister returned.

Now that they are leaving, these people may never be able to see each other again.

Luo Tingyuan leaned back in the chair, hugged his son tightly, and pressed his forehead against the car window. When he opened his eyes, he could see the scenery and... people receding in the rearview mirror in front of him!

As the car drove, a cloud of dust rose up on the country road, making the figure a little blurry, but the woman in the white shirt standing in front could still be distinguished.

Zhu Xiaomin!

This name passed through my heart, leaving a trace, but even Luo Tingyuan couldn't tell it clearly. What was the feeling of being a little bitter, astringent, and a little sweet?

Finally, the figure became smaller and smaller, became fainter and fainter, and was no longer visible.

Luo Tingyuan's posture did not change at all, still silently watching... watching...

This time, his son will no longer suffer. He will return to his original life, which is completely different from here and has nothing to do with it.

But he believed that the people here would never forget them in his lifetime.

Luo Tingyuan thought vaguely. Suddenly, he felt a little tired. The rearview mirror and the scenery outside the window became blurry. His eyelids gradually became heavy. He struggled to open them several times and finally closed them slowly...