Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

"Xu..."

Yang Ge reined in his horse and stared intently at Luting City at the end of the horizon.

"Xu."

Fang Ke raised his hand and ordered Bai Shiqi behind him to rein in his horses.

He looked at Luting City at the end of his sight, and then turned to look at Yang Ge in confusion.

There was obviously no expression on Yang Ge's face, but his heart sank inexplicably, and he felt panicked as if he was about to lose something.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

Yang Ge was stunned for two seconds, his face suddenly stiffened, and he reached out and slapped the shepherd boy's back vest, causing him to open his mouth and spit out the pastries he was reluctant to swallow.

The rapid water and narrow channels under his feet were very different from the open and gentle Yangtze River in his memory.

Yang Ge smiled and shook his head, murmuring softly: "Old Fang, I want to go home, I want to go home so much..."

‘I want to raise a cow later! ’

See, this is why he envied those friends who herded cattle back then.

Xiao Huang rested his head on her lap with a frown on his face, his ears drooped, and his eyes motionless as he stared at the end of the long street.

Chongqing Prefecture, Zhongzhou, Linjiang County.

The boss who was both the shopkeeper and the waiter had been staring at him for a long time, fearing that he would turn around and run away after finishing his meal. When he saw that he actually took out his wallet, he came up to him with a smile on his face and spoke with a strong Linjiang accent. He said, "Your Majesty, you just arrived in Linjiang today, right?"

Now that the old shopkeeper is gone again, although the world is big, where is his home?

"Then you have to tell me where your home is, right?"

"A true man, don't act like a child. As the old saying goes, all banquets come to an end, but as long as the friendship between you and me lasts, we will see each other again in the future."

Yang Ge asked seriously with a straight face.

When the shepherd boy heard this, he patted his chest and replied, "Who are you looking for? I'll help you find it. I'm familiar with all these villages!"

But the sound of wind in my ears was exceptionally soft.

After crossing a small hill, two mountains separated by a shallow ravine appeared in front of Yang Ge.

Yang Ge thought for a while and nodded.

There is a small courtyard facing north and south in the middle of the mountain. The naked boy riding a bull just now was holding the firewood door and looking out.

‘Grandpa, grandma… the second baby is back! ’

"Er baby, the sheep is running away again!"

Dawn.

After a few breaths, the boy riding the bull screamed strangely, slapped the bull's butt, and ran forward faster.

After paying the money, he wandered aimlessly along the ancient city for a long time, and found some familiar city gates. The strange ancient city in front of him finally gradually overlapped with the old streets of the ancient city that he had walked through countless times with his first girlfriend when he was a child. …

Yang Ge stared intently at the two mountains. Through the blurred vision in front of him, he saw the dark boy who was running all over the mountains and fields chasing goats, and the skinny boy who was holding his grandson and walking with his head held high. elder.

The puppy doesn't know why his father hasn't come back yet, but the puppy will wait for his father to come home as before.

Yang Ge smiled and looked at the unfamiliar street scene outside the stall, and replied softly: "Yes, my hometown is better!"

Fang Ke stood beside him quietly, not daring to say a word.

Yang Ge was startled, then came back to his senses, stirred his tongue, and opened his mouth: "No... no... no, I haven't been home for a long time, and I can't speak my hometown dialect anymore."

Later, every time they drove past here when they went home, his parents would point to the mountain forest and ask him if he still remembered the days when he was herding sheep. They joked that the pine trees had grown so tall and he was not married yet... …

Yang Ge: "You have already called me brother, so we are no longer strangers... Go and bring a chair for me. I will wait outside for your parents to come home."

Fang Ke's vision was blurred and he forced a smile: "I also pointed out that I will continue to come to your house to have a bowl of glutinous rice balls during the New Year this year..."

Yang Ge was stunned when he saw them.

He waved his hand with a smile, took out the Cold Moon Sword from the saddle with the other hand, jumped up, and turned into a golden rainbow light and swept towards the south.

"No wonder."

Shepherd boy: "Didn't you say that I can't eat food from people I don't know?"

Yang Ge nodded: "It's okay, I'll wait for them... By the way, kid, what's your surname?"

He knew very well that he was trying to find a sword, but this discovery still made him overjoyed and he ate three big bowls in a row!

It wasn't until his belly couldn't hold it anymore that he happily took out his money bag and shouted loudly: "Shopkeeper, pay the bill!"

Those rivers...

He was once forced to take a trip by his fisherman friend.

Yang Ge went all the way south and successfully found the Yangtze River.

Yang Ge looked at the cheerful figures of the two children walking away and smiled knowingly.

He had never eaten such delicious food, and his eyes were shining when he spoke.

He secretly made up his mind: 'Well, how about getting Erhei back later? No, no, that bear thing not only eats meat, but also bites people. I can’t afford to pay for it! ’

…

Zhao Miao sat on the rocking chair where Yang Ge usually sat, holding Xiao Huang in his arms with one hand and gently stroking its head, and said in a low voice: "Why isn't your father coming back?"

Yang Ge stared at the mountain col and the small courtyard without focus, but what came to his mind was clearly another scene...

Yang Ge put the python robe on his arm, pulled out a dusty coarse cloth dungaree from the bag and put it on his body. He suddenly felt much more at ease.

Follow this hillside all the way to the end, and you'll reach home...

Later, a road was built here, making the way home easier, and their family also had a motorcycle. Once his grandfather took him to the market on his legs and asked him seriously to watch the old man walk.

Yang Ge grabbed his sleeve and wiped his face carelessly, and said with a smile: "The inn... I would like you to take care of me for a while. When I settle down, I will come back to pick them up."

The big buffalo raised its tail high, followed by a child wearing only a pair of torn trousers with patches on top of each other. He pulled the cow's tail with one hand and a stubborn goat with the other, and rushed up from the hillside with the help of his strength.

At that time, what he envied most was the friends who herded cattle. He only had to lead the cattle to the hillside, and then he could throw away the rope and go play in the water and catch crabs in the small ravine below, because the cattle would not run around. When he is full, he will find a place to lie down and ruminate.

The shepherd boy finally couldn't help but stuff the cake in his hand into his mouth, and replied vaguely: "My parents won't be back until later..."

Also, how could anyone not know the way home?

After leaving the city, there were more and more familiar sights in front of us.

…

Later, the price of green hemp dropped sharply, and no one grew green hemp here anymore. When passing here, he no longer had to pass through the green hemp bushes. Unfortunately, his grandparents were gone by then, and he only came back during Qingming Festival and Chinese New Year. The grave was swept.

He struggled with his tongue for a while before finally speaking with a Linjiang accent.

"I want to change my clothes..."

Fang Ke turned his head and watched the rainbow light disappear into the brilliant sunset, feeling empty in his heart...

Those mountains...

A convenient staple food that is made by boiling glutinous rice and then drying it in the sun, then adding water to cook it before eating. It is both sweet and salty. He often had this for breakfast when he was a child...

After a long time, he let out a long sigh, pulled Erhei, who was still stretching his neck to look at the southwest waiting for his master, and said worriedly: "Go back to the city!"

Yang Ge remembered that someone said that the old people from Sichuan and Chongqing wrapped in white headscarves was a tradition passed down from the time when they expressed condolences to Marquis Zhuge Wu.

"I taught my younger siblings how to make glutinous rice balls."

He walked along this winding path, and after turning around a small hill, a small and bright mountain col came into view.

In front of him, Yang Ge walked towards his house in a daze. The shepherd boy behind the firewood gate not only did not feel scared, but also took the initiative to push the firewood door open, raised his head and asked enthusiastically: "Guest, are you here to find someone?"

Yang Ge: "Then I'm telling you now, you can't just eat food from people you don't know... Come on, call me brother!"

"Let's go!"

Yang Ge smiled, stretched out his hand to pull off the dry food bag, and handed it over: "Here, I'll give it all to you."

Fang Ke felt anxious and was about to speak in a hurry.

"So good!"

He forced a smile and found something to say, trying to distract from what his elders were thinking about: "Are you going to change clothes and enter the city in batches?"

Finally, after skimming two large mountains along the river, he suddenly went back, staring at the increasingly familiar mountains for a long time under the bright moonlight, and suddenly shouted happily: "Ten yuan! "

The slightly steep hillside on the left is where he and his friends in the village used to graze cattle and sheep when he was a child. The mountain is full of their family's footprints.

When the boy herding sheep saw this, he hurriedly grabbed the rope and chased forward: "Wait for me, wait for me..."

The shepherd boy looked up at Yang Ge and replied happily: "Guest, my surname is Yang, and my given name is Yang Erchui!"

He has put on his pants and is no longer afraid of strangers.

He had looked at their gentle figures through the car window countless times.

The shepherd boy almost cried, staring straight at the cake that had fallen on the chicken excrement on the ground, wondering if he could still eat it if he picked it up now.

In the summer, it becomes even more uncomfortable. The green hemp grows taller than an adult, and you have to walk through the green hemp when walking on the path. What’s even worse is that all kinds of insects grow on the green hemp. When you are walking among the green hemp, a bug will land on your face... At that time, what bothered him the most was harvesting the green hemp. His parents were harvesting the green hemp in the field, and he followed behind his parents. I used a sickle to cut the hemp stalks, and I cut bundle after bundle. It was very hot and itchy in the sun.

When they saw Yang Ge, they were also stunned.

Then along the Yangtze River, all the way up the river...

When Yang Ge heard this, he glanced at himself subconsciously. Under the sunlight, the purple-red brocade python robe reflected the warm light... which was a bit dazzling.

Later, this hillside was converted from farmland to forest, and pine trees were planted all over the mountains and fields. Neither cattle nor sheep could graze. Within a few years, they became so lush that no one could enter.

The shepherd boy looked at the cake in his hand and swallowed hard, but he didn't stuff it into his mouth immediately. Instead, he replied strangely: "Have you found it yet? Who are you looking for?"

After ten yuan, we are almost home!

Soon!

Listening to his low murmur, Fang Ke felt a soreness in his nasal cavity. He forced himself to open his mouth and wanted to say something, but couldn't spit out a single word.

Fang Ke strained his lips, but couldn't help but tears welling up in his eyes.

"Don't make trouble and watch daddy give you a goose step!"

It was time to go to the market, and countless people along the river, carrying bamboo baskets on their backs, crowded into the narrow streets built along the mountains and rivers, slowly squirming with the bustling flow of people.

He turned around, pulled out a long flame tail and continued up the river.

And they raised goats, and a flock of them. They were picky eaters and could not be tied with a rope. If they were tied with a rope, they would not eat enough and would not grow meat. But if they were not tied with a rope, they would run all over the hills. He could only chase those plagued goats all over the hills. Often, just after he chased one, another one would run away. At that time, he was still very small and his strength was not as good as those big goats. He himself could not remember how many times he fell on this hillside.

When he was a child, there was no road here, only a small goat path. At that time, green hemp was planted all over the hills. It was okay in spring, when the green hemp was still very short. When the wind blew, the snow-white side of the leaves turned out, like waves.

He sat in a shabby and greasy stall, listening to the local accents hawking on the street, and tried all the food sold in the stall. In the end, he really found a food that tasted exactly the same as his childhood memory: Yinmi porridge.

But after Yang Ge changed his clothes, he still spoke: "You take the brothers back to the yamen, I won't go into the city."

Yang Ge smiled and opened the dry food bag on his waist, took out a piece of cake prepared by Zhao Miao for him, and stuffed it into the shepherd boy's hand: "Thank you, but no need, I have already found it."

He landed in the valley, his eyes followed the ravine in front of him, looking at the two mountains that appeared in his dreams countless times, and his vision gradually blurred.

"What are you waiting for? You are not wearing pants..."

He dragged his steps, one deep step and one shallow step towards the yard.

Waiting all the time...

The haze and bloody smell in his heart also faded bit by bit in the scouring of the surging river...

He knew that his master had no relatives in this world. He practiced martial arts to the point where he is now, but he couldn't even find a piece of clothes for his relatives to be buried in a cenotaph.

He didn't know whether it was true or not, but now he felt particularly close to her when he saw her dressed like this again... When his grandmother was alive, she always wore such a white headscarf.

Yang Ge smiled, without saying anything, raised his head and continued to scan the valley, and asked softly: "Have your parents not returned home yet? I have something to find them for."

After a long time, he slowly lowered his head, walked stiffly into the narrow path on the right hillside, and his heart began to beat wildly.

After noon, he found a deserted place and soared into the sky, flying towards his hometown.

The hillside on the right, which was relatively flat, was the highway.

"Didn't your parents tell you that you can't eat food given by strangers casually?"

He flew faster and faster, and although the speed of his energy consumption had exceeded the speed of recovery, he felt more and more relaxed.

Halfway through the journey, a child riding on a buffalo with his bare bottom rushed up from the path below the hillside, laughing and joking. He was carrying a branch on his shoulder, and a pair of wet pants were hanging on the branch.

He smiled, reached out to unbutton his collar, and slowly took off his python robe.

Here, you can hardly see the most common hairpins and crowns in the Central Plains. Almost everyone, regardless of gender, age or status, is wrapped in a white turban...

These two mountain ranges...

They are getting closer and closer.

There is no scenery that can be used as a landmark along the way... The power of vicissitudes of life is nothing more than this.

Even though the world has changed, people and things are not the same, but he still found the right direction easily...

The shepherd boy shook his head with tears in his eyes.

The smile on the boss's face became more and more easy-going. While calculating the bill, he chatted with him: "It's better to go back to your hometown?"

Seeing this, Fang Ke hurriedly drove the horse forward and raised an arm to serve as a clothes hanger for him.

He pondered in his heart, and his heavy steps gradually became lighter, and his heart was no longer uneasy.

Shepherd boy: "Brother?"

Outside the gate of Yuelai Inn.

Yang Ge gently patted his shoulder and smiled gently: "From now on, you can celebrate the New Year at home."

Soon!

"You bully people..."

"Okay!"

The shepherd boy was very excited, holding the dry food bag in his arms tightly, and turned around and rushed into the yard.