slack farmer in the wasteland

Chapter 7
Put away the phone, finished shopping around the house, Cang Hai returned to the space, looked left and right, and found that there was nothing to see in the space, there were only so many things, one well, one seed, and a so-called animal den that could not accommodate people , After watching for a long time, the freshness has passed, and it is far from the exciting and incredible feeling when I first came in.

Back in the hotel room, lying on the large and comfortable bed, Cang Hai wondered if he could dream of that vague shadow again, but unfortunately, he had no dreams all night, and slept vigorously until dawn, let alone a shadow I didn't even dream of a spring dream.

After getting up and tidying up, he came to Paixing, and after finishing the matter completely, Cang Hai took a plane and flew back to Shanghai.

After picking up the car and saying hello to my friends, I drove my [-]-year-old Volkswagen full of gas and got on the highway. I pulled it directly to [-] and headed towards my hometown.

After driving more than 500 kilometers for two full days, Cang Hai drove into his small hometown town on the morning of the third day. He has not been back to his hometown for almost ten years. When Cang Hai’s car drove into the county town He was dumbfounded, because in his impression, the small, impoverished and dilapidated county town was completely different now. Although it was still far from the eastern county town, it was completely different from the big bungalows and narrow streets in his memory. Well, how can I say that the main arterial roads have been replaced with four-lane asphalt roads, and the four-, five-, seven-, and eight-story buildings on both sides can be regarded as adjacent to several arterial roads surrounding the county seat. The houses were replaced by four or five-story residential buildings, and the pedestrians on the side of the road disappeared, and they looked embarrassed when they left. From time to time, you can see private cars with private license plates on the side of the road.

Anyway, everything is completely different from the impoverished small town in Cang Hai’s memory. Pedestrians on the side of the road walk with vigor and vigor, not like when Cang Hai left. Listless.

Arriving in a small county does not mean that you will be home right away. There is still a distance of more than a hundred kilometers from the small town where Canghai lives. Don't underestimate the distance of a hundred miles. A little distance is a matter of one or two hours at most, but in a field full of loess ditches, a hundred kilometers or so is four or five hours' drive.

After the car left the small county town, Cang Hai followed the navigation and continued to drive towards his hometown. After walking for less than 10 minutes, the newly paved asphalt road was replaced with two lanes. If the cars meet, everyone has to step on the brakes to slow down to ensure the safety of the cars. This is also impossible, because the road has a steep slope of 30 meters on both sides and towering loess mounds on the other.

The further you go to the countryside, the more desolate the road looks on both sides. Halfway through the road, the greenery on the loess slope becomes weaker and weaker, and the river below the slope becomes narrower and narrower. shallower.

As the road became more and more winding, and there were more and more turns around the loess hills, Cang Hai knew that he was getting closer and closer to his hometown where he was born and raised.

As he got closer and closer to his hometown, even though his eyes were full of desolation, Cang Hai's heart became more and more excited. He pressed down the car window lightly, feeling the Chuandao Mountain with a strong smell of loess. The wind blew on his face, although there was a kind of cold pain, but Cang Hai still felt comfortable, the kind of comfort that penetrated the heart.

"That little sister on the mountain ridge is so beautiful, the little brother who herds sheep thinks hard...".

Holding the steering wheel with one hand, Cang Hai raised his voice and sang the folk songs he had heard from childhood, over and over again. After singing four or five times, before he knew it, Cang Hai's cheeks were covered with two streams of clear tears , the heart of a wanderer who has been far away from his hometown for nearly ten years, countless times of dreaming, countless times of longing, and tears all over his face when he vaguely saw his hometown town.

Stopped the car, calmed down, took out the wet tissue placed on the car and wiped away his tears, Cang Hai continued on his way.

No need to find the way, along the road to the end is the small town of my hometown, which is located in the loess hills surrounded by mountains.

When Cang Hai entered the small town, his heart skipped a beat, because the small town in his original impression had only forty or fifty houses, but now there are probably no less than five or six hundred households, each of which is a small courtyard and a big tile-roofed house , Occasionally, you can see the two-story Little General Building. This thing is nothing in the countryside in the south of the Yangtze River, but it must be a well-known and wealthy family here where the loess is full of sky and water is extremely scarce.

When the car drove into the small town, Cang Hai quickly hesitated again, because the road was completely different from what he remembered, and he couldn't even help Cang Hai with navigation in this place.

After getting out of the car, Cang Hai stood by the side of the road, scratching his head and flipping through his phone, looking for his third uncle's number.

At this time, about 20 meters away from Canghai, a man in his early thirties who was riding a motorcycle with his wife and children was looking straight at Canghai.

"He's a big baby, what's wrong?"

The woman holding the child behind the motorcycle found her husband looking straight at a man on the side of the road, and asked curiously, if it was a woman, she would definitely get angry, but a man would make her wary Let go of a lot.

"Looks like my classmate!" After the man on the motorcycle muttered something, he shouted in the direction of Cang Hai: "Is the young man Cang Hai?"

When Cang Hai heard someone calling him, he raised his head in surprise, and stared at the man who called out to him.

After watching for about ten seconds, Cang Hai asked with an uncertain voice: "Zheng Weibo?"

"Ah! It's really Cang Hai!" When the man heard Cang Hai calling his name, a happy smile appeared on his face, and he got off the motorcycle in three steps at a time. The son threw his Polang and Wa'er to the ground.

Zheng Weibo first supported his mother-in-law and baby, and then walked towards Cang Hai with big strides, then grabbed Cang Hai, and patted Cang Hai's back hard.

Cang Hai was taken aback by Zheng Weibo. After living in Shanghai for almost ten years, Cang Hai had long forgotten the enthusiasm and heartiness of the men in the Northwest, but soon Cang Hai got used to it and warmly embraced his old friend.

The two silly old men hugged each other for almost a minute on the side of the street, and then parted ways with happy faces.

"I heard that you are doing well in Shanghai, are you here to take a look?"

Letting go of Cang Hai, Zheng Weibo smiled at his old classmate, without waiting for Cang Hai's answer, he looked Cang Hai up and down carefully, and boasted: "It's still the devil that raises people, look at your boy, how can you look like you used to?" It's so dark and not slippery, it looks like it's seventeen or eighteen!"

Cang Hai didn't have the nerve to say that it wasn't that he was young, but that you were too old!However, this phenomenon is very common here. How can a farmer who faces the loess and his back to the sky compare his appearance with someone who sits in an office all day.

"Are you married now?" Cang Hai glanced at the woman standing beside the motorcycle, looking a bit cramped, and the curious child.

Hearing what Cang Hai said, Zheng Weibo quickly waved at his mother-in-law and baby: "Mother-in-law, come and show the baby to his uncle!"

As he spoke, he introduced his wife to Cang Hai: "My mother-in-law is Lu Jing from the third class of high school. This is my baby, Ziyue, Zheng Ziyue."

Cang Hai and Lu Jing greeted each other, and teased the child twice. The little guy opened his black eyes and looked curiously at Cang Hai, an uncle he had never seen before, looking very interesting.

Cang Hai doesn't remember Lu Jing, but Lu Jing does remember Cang Hai, mainly because Cang Hai is too good at school, and his grades are outstanding, so the so-called high school students can only bow their heads and praise him , each exam is no more than forty points more than No.2, it is regarded as Cang Hai's exam.

After chatting for a few words, Lu Jing began talking and laughing with Cang Hai enthusiastically.

"Let's go to my house! Let's have a good drink today." Zheng Weibo pulled Cang Hai's arm, and he was so enthusiastic that he wanted to pull someone.

Cang Hai said hastily: "I haven't come home yet, I just arrived in the town, I will drink again when I have time, I have to go to my third uncle's house now."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Weibo opened his mouth and asked, "Is your third uncle named Cang Shiyuan or Cang Shigui?"

"My third uncle is called Cang Shiyuan, and Cang Shigui is my uncle!" Cang Hai said.

Zheng Weibo patted his thigh: "That's easy, the two of them are only seven or eight families away from our house, a few steps away, go, follow my car!"

Turning around, Zheng Weibo was about to walk towards the motorcycle. At this moment, the little baby in Lu Jing's arms opened his mouth: "Big (meaning father) I want to take a big car!"

When Cang Hai heard this, he stretched out his hand to touch the little guy's face, and said to Lu Jing: "Sister-in-law, you take your nephew to the car, and I will just follow the motorcycle!"

Zheng Weibo waved his hand at his mother-in-law unceremoniously, then got on the motorcycle and started it to wait for Cang Hai.

Cang Hai sat back in the car and started it, followed Zheng Weibo's motorcycle, let Zheng Weibo take a few turns and entered two alleys, only then did he see Zheng Weibo stop the motorcycle.

Pointing at the red-painted iron gate, Zheng Weibo opened his mouth and said, "This is your third uncle's house, next door is your uncle's house, it looks like there are people in the house now!"

Hearing Zheng Weibo's words, Lu Jing took the child out of the car, but the little guy didn't take the car much, and it seemed that he hadn't enjoyed the journey so much, and he wanted to stay in the car, but Lu Jing finally Just pulled it off.

(End of this chapter)