The Road Home

By noon, the wedding reception is over.

The drunk were sent to the private room upstairs, or went straight home.

Gui Xiao removed makeup at Meng Xiaoshan's office, and washed her face cleanly. Lu Yanchen walked in, holding the troubled Lu Chuyang, put it on the bed, and pushed it to the corner. The little hand was still holding the invitation. Qin Xiaonan followed, with his eyes locked on his sister, because everyone explained that today his duty is to look at his sister and stay in step.

Children especially like Chen Xiaozhao's return to the road, because Lu Yanchen told her that her name, "Chuyang" is equal to "Chen Xiao", which is the name of her parents.

So when he wrote these five words one by one on the invitation, the child patiently took them one by one, pointed it, recognized the words "morning", "dawn" over and over again, and then pointed to his nose and said, "Early Yang. "

He was wearing a white shirt and khaki track shorts, as he was when he first met.

Lu Yanchen doesn't have much casual clothes. Explain according to his words, because unlike military uniforms, there is no discipline constraint. The uniforms on the base can also be used as casual clothes. They are not very useful, they are wasted, and the existing ones are enough. Therefore, the closet at home only provided him with a small grid, all uniforms, no more than five sets of casual clothes, this set was hung on the right side against the wall.

"Did you deliberate?" Gui Xiao didn't even notice that he came back with this casual clothes, and stomped behind him, "I remember this dress, you wore it four years ago."

Lu Yanchen winked at Qin Xiaonan and took Gui Xiao away.

Lu Chuyang had been sticking to his father. When he saw his parents going away, he rolled over to get out of bed, and was persuaded by Qin Xiaonan. The one-and-a-half-year-old girl struggled with her hands and feet, and patted Qin Xiaonan's right face. Didi Yan's eyes were immobile, Qin Xiaonan distressed and persuaded, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Come on, come here, call again."

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Lu Yanchen got a bicycle from Meng Xiaoshan, and he couldn't drive after drinking. He planned to use this belt to relive the old road.

Great change in town.

The two disputed the route, obeyed the bride's request, rode in from the northeast corner of the original market, looking for the location of the boutique house that she had almost emptied, and then went back to the main road in the town to find beef noodles. Booth, look for the billiard hall, the two-story mall. The two were outside the middle school, looking inside, the students were making up lessons, the playground was refurbished, and the big poplar was still there.

The kiosk at the school gate was gone, thick brick walls were blocked, and all traces were covered by white paint.

Gui Xiao looked at the wall in shock: "I remember this store has two doors, one facing outside the school and one facing the school. You just read that again, and once I walked in from the school door, just right You came in through the door outside the school. Did you know Lu Chen? At that time, all the girls in the room were peeking at you. "

She was kind of proud: "I didn't peek. I saw it clearly."

Under the shade of trees, Lu Yanchen drew a cigarette case from his pants pocket.

I'm going to the gas station in a while. I can't smoke in that place. I'll fix it here. After finishing speaking, Gui Xiao went to probe the brain and watched the campus. He stroked the lighter, approached the cigarette butt, lit it, took a deep breath, and walked between the lungs: "It's almost OK, come and stand." Her cheeks were red.

Gui Xiao reluctantly reluctantly, ran back across the road and walked to his side. Outside the post office, opposite the school.

He smoked and she looked.

The guards at the gate of the school did not know what the two were doing. Look at the age. The child should not be in school, but he can't guess what it is like in the summer. At noon, what can he do outside the school gate.

He stuffed the cigarette into his mouth, rode in the car, and took Guigui to the place where she had named her: a gas station where the two met again four years ago.

There were no shade trees on the road, and her arm hurt.

Five minutes away.

The bicycle led her into the gas station.

He didn't drive anymore. He was afraid that the gas station staff thought they were sick, and put the bicycle in the shade and let her wait and go in to buy water.

"Do you have money in your wallet?" Gui Xiaolin hurried after him before he entered.

"It's a little bit, enough to take a few days." He returned and pushed in.

Gui Xiao was in the back seat, watching his figure, and digging out his wallet inside the glass door, he drew a twenty-dollar bill, and soon took the other party's change. Take out two bottles of water in one hand, a bottle of mineral water, a bottle of ice black tea.

The ice water fell down the bottle to the concrete floor. After he handed the ice black tea to her, he unscrewed his bottle, looked up, and filled two mouthfuls.

As the throat swallows, it moves slightly up and down.

Gui Xiao also sipped his drink and said suddenly, "I'll ask you again."

Lu Yanchen dropped her eyes and looked at her.

"Do you remember who I am?"

Four years ago, here she asked.

Behind him, a pickup truck and a small car turned in, and the exhaust of the car was still so bad, with a scorching smell and dust. The driver of the car jumped out of the car and said "92" ...

He was in this noisy, and looked at her eyebrows quietly, her face: "Remember, I am remembered as gray."

"That's okay," Gui Xiao said.

Lu Yanchen nodded cautiously, as if she had returned to that day, and told her, "Listen to you."

For so many years, you have always been around you.

In the wind of Inner Mongolia, the dust in Beijing seems to be everywhere, but you can turn around to find it without trace.

Who has never regretted going through the dusty years?

Always wait until dawn, and follow the way back.

Thank you, Lu Chen, when I was 13 years old.

Thank you, too, back.

—— (Online version) Full text——

The author has something to say:

Huh, get it.

This is the online version, the book version waits for me ... I'll probably do it next year.

Alright, come on nonsense, our rules.

In the 13-year serialization of Sunshine, he said that the most respected professions are doctors and soldiers and reporters in the field. After the sun is over, only the soldiers have not written, but they have always felt that the time is not up and it feels average. Back to Beijing last year, I happened to be at the military parade training base and watched them practice on the runway at night. In order to let the people of the country see the pride of national strength, I was deeply touched. But now, I am very happy, and finally successfully completed the draft, mixed feelings, thousands of words.

I thought I would say a lot after the serialization, but found that I was here again, and everything I should say was exhausted.

90% of the words in this book describing this profession are true (originally wanted to write 98% ... in case the information is wrong ... leave yourself some room hahahaha), our soldiers are great and do n’t need any fabrication Exaggeration is already worthy of respect. For example, being called back to demolish a bomb after changing jobs is a real thing, and it is the anti-terrorist unit on the frontier side. One of Chen's colleagues had no arms. The article mentioned that he was the arm lost by an ice shop in Changsha. This is also true. Wait, wait, wait, wait, and exchange hostages with yourself and terrorists, that's true.

During the period, readers asked about this small town. Yes, it is true, but the place names are not marked, and they are hidden appropriately.

So far, serialization for five months, thank you for your company.

Bye bye ~