Longtan Village is full of mountains and forests, with layers of stone houses separated by two sides, standing by the mountain, deep and hazy.

The mountains in the center are like a mighty and domineering dragon head, overlooking the mountains, rivers and earth, and all living beings.

It was late at night, and the Buyi family had fallen asleep peacefully.

The courtyard in the village is lonely and deserted, empty.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from far away.

Two bouquets of car lights cut through the dark night and illuminated the courtyard in the village.

This is a dusty Great Wall off-road vehicle. It comes in from outside the village and then parks in the middle of the courtyard.

"Yuyou, you're home!" A powerful voice came from the car.

This is a young man with a tiger back and a bear waist, full of energy and walked out of here.

"Has it?" A crisp sound came. There was a tall and slim woman with short hair, smart and capable. She walked out of the car and couldn't help but stretch her waist.

"Wow, the air is so good, and it's so cool!" Qin Yuyou said in surprise.

"Hehe! That's it!" Zheng Yong laughed and took out a bunch of gifts from the car, "I told you not to buy things, but you just bought them. This is going back to your own home!"

"What do you know!" Yu You gave him a blank look. Her man was like this. He didn't understand the worldly ways, but why didn't she buy some gifts for the first time?

"Did you see it? That's our home!" Zheng Yong pointed to the stone house and said.

"Xiaoyong, Aunt Mei is really...it's only a few years older than my elder brother? Then I...what..."

Yuyou began to feel nervous. On the way, she kept hearing Zheng Yong say that Aunt Mei is very young and beautiful, and she is a smart and capable woman. She is considered a daughter-in-law and has a lot of pressure.

"I've told you a hundred times. Aunt Mei is very nice! Don't worry!"

Zheng Yong held Yu You's hand and said, "Let's go home."

...

The two of them walked very lightly, without any rush or slowness, and came to a small courtyard.

Zheng Yong stopped, and suddenly, he seemed to have become a different person. Instead of shouting immediately, he looked at everything in the courtyard.

"Here, Brother Yuan and I often practice boxing here. He often holds a guitar and leans against the apricot tree, singing loudly..."

Zhiyuan's voice was hoarse. He had been going home for several years.

He couldn't help but hold her hand tightly.

Walking into this not-wide yard again, looking at the stone house, I don’t know how much wind and frost and vicissitudes it carries, and how many laughter and tears it carries.

The vermilion on the door has faded and turned dark and red.

This is where he grew up.

Although he grew up here, he didn't know that there were most people here, and there was a person who often talked about ideals and distance here.

The man said, he would walk around the world with his guitar on his back, go to the Empire State Building to watch the sunrise, and go to the Eiffel Tower to watch the sunset.

It's very small and very large.

I walked into the courtyard that I had been away from for a long time again, but now I felt lonely. The past is like the wind, but it cannot blow away the memories of my childhood. The past scenes surged into my heart.

Here, nothing has changed, it seems that everything has changed.

The mottled stone road, two crooked peach trees, one half-dead apricot, and the Chinese toon he planted himself have grown very tall and very tall.

And he also became a young man.

Everything is so familiar and so strange.

Grandma is gone, uncle is gone, Brother Yuan, but he doesn't know when he will come back.

Things change.

He kept avoiding and did not dare to go home. He was afraid because his grandmother had gone to heaven, and his brother Yuan went to Shanghai to study for college, and his uncle had been in Ancheng.

Now that the uncle is locked up, Brother Yuan has a home and cannot go back. He is afraid, afraid to go home alone.

Here, there are only two lonely graves on the mountains.

That was the grave of his mother and Yuan Ge's mother. He didn't want them to see him, and he was also alone.

"Grandma, I'm back home!"

After a long silence, Zheng Yong finally took steps.

"You still have me!" Yu You backed his hand and grabbed his hand tightly.

The two of them stepped onto the stone stairs and their steps became very heavy and heavy.

"Bang!" But at this moment, the door opened.

The lights shine through, illuminating the courtyard and the dusty Yu You and Zheng Yong.

"Xiaoyong, I'm back home!"

This is a woman, a beautiful woman.

She was only twenty-six or seventy years old. At this time, she was wearing a flower squat and wearing a blue shirt. She spoke softly, smiling and her red lips moved slightly, and her charming charm.

"So beautiful!" Yu You immediately stood there in a daze.

Throw all kinds of greetings in my heart.

The woman in front of me was so beautiful. Yu You was sure that there were few women he had seen, so what if he could.

In particular, she wore a dress of Buyi's family, which made her unique charm.

Is she Yang Qianmei?

It was Brother Yuan’s father, who was angry and killed and went to jail for the beauty in order to make her smile?

It's indeed a stunning city.

Yuyou couldn't help but feel ashamed. Compared to the mature charm of the woman in front of her, she felt that she was just a little girl movie.

"Aunt Mei, I'm back home!" Zheng Yong said in a deep voice.

Speaking of which, he was not very familiar with this woman. He met many times but rarely spoke.

Since the uncle had an accident, they have rarely had any contact.

Not long ago, in Yucheng, he was stabbed by Xiang'er and almost died of death. Zhiyuan forced him to go home and he saw this woman again.

At that time, Yang Qianmei slapped him, and since then, he recognized this elder and she became his relative.

At this time, he called Aunt Mei, and Zheng Yong did not repel at all, but it was all from the bottom of his heart.

"Just go home! Just go home!" Yang Qianmei smiled, walked out of the room, and pulled Yuyou, "This is Yuyou, let's go, come into the house, the food is already hot and waiting for you!"

"Aunt Mei!" Yu You spoke with a little shyness.

"Is Xiaoyong back?" Just as Zheng Yong and the other two stepped into the main hall, a pretty woman walked out of the kitchen holding a little girl's hand.

"Aunt Six!" Zheng Yong suddenly knelt down and he cried out.

He finally couldn't help it.

Aunt Liu always treats his brothers as his own, just like their brother’s mother.

Too many things have happened in the past few months.

The uncle was sentenced and was imprisoned. Brother Yuan left his hometown. Maybe he would never come back in his life.

Aunt Liu became his true elder.

At this moment, all the sadness and bitterness turned into this kneeling.

"Aunt Liu, forgive me for being unfilial!" Zheng Yong looked at Aunt Liu in tears. She was only under forty, but now, white hair was already growing on her head.

She used to be the most beautiful woman in Longtan Village.

She has only been missing for a few years and she has begun to grow old.

She was too worried about her brothers, so she became like this.

"Get up quickly, get up quickly!" Aunt Liu said with a smile, but her voice was choked, "This is my daughter-in-law, Xiaoyong, you have a good attitude!"

"Aunt Six!" Yu You lowered her, her face flushed.

"Brother Yong, where is my eldest brother?" At this moment, a little girl, agile and cute, came to Zheng Yong, kept shaking Zheng Yong's arms, and asked in a crisp voice, "Where is my eldest brother? When will he go home!"

"Xiao Jiajia!" Zheng Yong squatted down, but didn't know what to say, because he didn't know how to answer.

Looking at Xiao Jiajia blinking her big eyes and looking at herself expectantly, Zheng Yong's heart was even more bitter.

"You said, where is your elder brother? He promised me and wanted to come back to see me, but where are others?" Xiao Jiajia continued to ask.

"Yes, where is Xiao Kai? Why didn't you come back with you?" Aunt Liu continued to ask.

"Xiaoyong, what's wrong with Xiaoyuan? Did he find Xiaoxi?" Yang Qianmei asked.

"He..." Zheng Yong thought for a long time, but still didn't know how to answer.

"Oh, I'll call Brother Yuan, you guys tell him!" Zheng Yong felt distressed when he was staring at him. He would rather fight than do this.
To be continued...