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On the day of departure, Fang Tang specially wore new candy wrappers, and after staring at the mirror for a long time, he ran into the bedroom to watch Zhuang Ran pack his luggage.

Zhuang Ran didn't plan to stay in his hometown for too long, so he simply packed two sets of clothes and toiletries, and the other half of the suitcase was filled with Fang Tang's favorite snacks.

Seeing Fang Tang approaching, he smiled and reached out to rub his face, "It's so pretty."

Fang Tang looked away in embarrassment, and asked with a little anxiety, "Will grandpa like me?"

"Of course, he doesn't like what I see?" Zhuang Ran closed the suitcase, took Fang Tang's hand and went downstairs.

Zhuang Ran used to go back by car, but this time he drove by himself. Fang Tang sat in the co-pilot fastened his seat belt, ate a small snack silently, and asked, "How about I go back to my original shape to see Grandpa? It feels more formal a little!"

Zhuang Ran, who had just set up the navigation, was taken aback, "Farewell, baby, if I take a piece of candy to see the old man, he will definitely come back to life."

Fang Tang nodded, "Okay. Let's go!!"

It takes six or seven hours to go back to Zhuangran's hometown. The two of them set off early, and before noon, they could already see layers of mountains. In this season, most of the leaves on the mountains turned yellow. There are a few more bright colors on the scroll.

Fang Tang looked out of the car window in amazement, and took a few pictures with his mobile phone. After taking enough pictures, he turned around and saw Zhuang Ran with a serious face.

Little Sweetheart, who did something bad, carefully looked at the photo of Zhuang Ran in his hand, left and right, and was very satisfied, and even set it as a screensaver.

After entering the mountain, there are fewer and fewer vehicles on the road. Zhuang Ran's hometown is deep in the mountain. Before going to school, he had to change cars several times. The road was repaired a few years ago, but he still couldn't reach the door.

He could only park the car at the repair shop next to the small market. The owner of that shop was Zhuang Ran.

Fang Tang got a little scared when he arrived in a strange place, got out of the car with his small schoolbag on his back, and followed Zhuang Ran closely.

Turning a corner from the small market and turning halfway up the mountain is Zhuang Ran's house.

Fang Tang stood on tiptoe, but saw nothing.

It was still early, and the two of them walked slowly along the path to the mountain.

Fang Tang felt strange when he saw everything, and was full of questions, what is the name of this leaf?Is that fruit edible?

Zhuang Ran felt like he was taking his son out for an autumn outing.

It usually takes less than an hour to travel, but I stopped and stopped for two hours.

When encountering familiar places, Zhuang Ran will tell Fang Tang about them. They are all childhood things, such as I touched fish in this river, I climbed that tree to dig out a bird's nest...

Little saccharine who doesn't know what childhood is, with a look of admiration and stars shining in his eyes.

Zhuang Ran, who was infected by him, was also a little proud. He happened to see a bunch of small red fruits growing on the vines by the side of the road, so he picked a few and gave them to Fang Tang.

Fang Tang didn't doubt that there was him, he didn't know he was cheated until he ate it, the fruit was obviously sour and astringent.

Just about to be unhappy, when he found that Zhuang Ran had eaten two, he grinned sourly, and still teased Fang Tang, "Honey, we two share weal and woe."

"I don't believe you!! Big liar..." Fang Tang trotted to the front, quietly laughing.

After making a fuss all the way, when the sunset covered the sky, the two walked into the village along the gravel road stepping on the afterglow.

In late autumn, there was a thin mist in the mountains at dusk, and the air was slowly cooling down. The village was next to the river, and Zhuang Ran said there was a wooden waterwheel.

There are not many people in the village, they all grew up watching Zhuang Ran, and greeted him warmly when he came back, and some asked him to eat.

Zhuang Ran's house was at the innermost part of the village, and before he reached the door, he saw a field of ginkgo leaves.

There is even a huge ginkgo tree in the courtyard. The yellow leaves of the ginkgo are gorgeous and dazzing, spreading all over the courtyard.

Fang Tang was pleasantly surprised by the golden color of the Qingya Mountains.

"It looks good." Zhuang Ran put a small leaf on Fang Tang's head calmly, and explained, "It should be hundreds of years old, and it looks beautiful every autumn."

Fang Tang nodded, feeling the urge to take the tree away.

Not long after entering the yard, a familiar voice came from behind, "I knew you would definitely be back these few days, and I just dried the quilt for you."

This was said to Zhuang Ran.

Zhuang Ran yelled with a smile, and then reminded Fang Tang, "Tangtang, this is the second uncle from the next door."

Fang Tang heard him mention that since his grandfather passed away, his neighbor's second uncle helped him take care of the family affairs, so he quickly called obediently, "Second uncle is good."

The second uncle is a restrained character, he nodded and told them to pack up and go to eat and left with a smile.

The room was obviously just cleaned, the furniture was old but not dirty, and it was simply tidied up. Zhuang Ran carried the gift he brought back with one hand, and took Fang Tang with the other to get dinner next door.

It was only eight o'clock after eating, Fang Tang was still not sleepy, he happily moved a small bench and sat at the door watching the stars.

Zhuang Ran told him two ghost stories he had heard when he was a child, combined with the occasional howling wind in the mountains, successfully scared Fang Tang out of interest, and went back to sleep obediently.

It was very cold in the mountains, so Zhuang Ran specially boiled hot water to wipe Fang Tang's face and feet. After washing, he intentionally teased him and kissed his little feet.

Fang Tang quickly retracted his legs, and went to warm the bed consciously after enjoying himself for a while.

As the night gradually deepened, the two cuddled each other and whispered to each other.

Warm and beautiful.

The next day, he still went to the neighbor's second uncle's house to grab a meal, and Fang Tang gnawed the corn quietly.

There is also an old man in the second uncle's house. After chatting with Zhuang Ran, he suddenly remembered that he is not young, "When will you start a family?"

Zhuang Ran pointed to Fang Tang, "It's settled, isn't that what it is?"

The old man was taken aback for a moment, thinking that Zhuang Ran was joking, "Nonsense, that's clearly a boy, and he's still as out of tune as before."

Zhuang Ran was telling the truth, but if others didn't believe him, he was not going to explain anything, so he just smiled and passed away.

After staying for a few days, Fang Tang was in a state of traveling, being taken here and there by Zhuang Ran every day, wandering here and there, it was very comfortable.

Zhuang Ran still remembered what his grandfather had left for his future granddaughter-in-law. After searching at home for a long time, he finally found a small dusty box. Inside the box was a string of insignificant beads, which he half teased and half coaxed Fang Tang to take.

Fang Tang only felt that these small beads were shiny black, so he studied them for a long time.

The custom of Zhuang Ran's family is to visit the tomb in the early morning. The two of them got up early in the morning and took a long circle to the back mountain. It was the coldest time before sunrise. Zhuang Ran was a little sad, and Fang Tang obediently followed. bother him.

Speaking of which, before the old man's death, it was Zhuang Ran who worried him the most. After seeing the fate of his life, he knew that the fate of his picked up grandson was different from that of ordinary people. He was lucky but destined to be alone.

Knowing all this, Zhuang Ran solemnly took Fang Tang Weiliang's hand and knelt down in front of his grandfather's grave, "Don't worry, I have a companion."

Fang Tang held his hand tightly, thinking quietly in his heart, Grandpa, thank you for letting me meet Zhuang Ran.

After sweeping the tomb, Zhuang Ran felt a lot more relaxed, and took Fang Tang's hand down the mountain. The dew was heavy on the way back, and the trousers of both of them were quite wet.

Zhuang Ran felt sorry for Fang Tang, and knelt down in front of him, "Come up and I'll carry you back.

"No more." How could Fang Tang not know what he meant, but he had never been able to hold back Zhuang Ran, and in the end he honestly let him carry it.

Zhuang Ran turned the little sweetheart behind him, looked down at the bracelet on his wrist, and said with a smile, "Honey, we have met our parents, we can't go back on our word."

Fang Tang continued to be silly, "Don't regret it, don't regret it!!"

The fog in the distance dispersed little by little, and the rising sun dyed the sky farther away with orange, one stroke thick and one stroke light, and slowly the color scattered among the mountains and forests, one stroke deep and one stroke light.

For Fang Tang and Zhuang Ran, this light stroke is fate.