"Can you wait for me at the entrance of the village? I'll be there soon, and it will only take half an hour at most."
This is a rehabilitated slut who has been in a prison in a remote Yunnan province for eight years and has never been back to his hometown. His name is Wang Shihua, and this is the call he made to his cousin in his hometown.
I remember when I left my hometown more than ten years ago, as soon as I entered the village, on the right side of the road, there was an old walnut tree that would take two people to hug, with many small walnuts hanging on it.
The large smooth stone slab under the old tree is so bright that you can see people's shadows. It was the place where I played in my childhood, and it is also a childhood memory that Andy will never erase.
Not far from the old walnut tree, there was a small hill isolated there, with the grass at the highest point swaying in the wind. It was his mother's tomb; the tomb seemed to still be burning the words he had given to his mother with his own hands.
It was fragrant, and there were wisps of green smoke; thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a trace of hatred in his heart.
Thinking of some unbearable past events, his tears almost fell down. The car had stopped at the entrance of the village.
However, what made him incredible was that the old walnut tree was no longer standing; what appeared in front of his eyes at this time were the older houses in the village, the two large stone pillars left at the entrance of the village pointing to the sky, and the red bricks at the entrance of the village.
The tile-roofed houses faced each other.
My cousin, who was still young at the time, has stayed here and lived the life of a rural person. He still lives in the old house left by his uncle's ancestors and depends on his uncle. Although his life is not rich, he is still not hungry.
As soon as Wang Shihua entered the village, his cousin threw himself into his arms and cried bitterly.
Wang Shihua was confused by his cousin's behavior. He thought his cousin was crying because of this meeting.
Wang Shihua touched his cousin's head and said, "Why are you crying? You look like you have no future, aren't you a good person?"
Cousin Zhou Xiaojie was still crying in his arms, pulling Wang Shihua's hand hard and saying: "Brother! When our father died, he kept talking about you. He said, let us not
I tell you everything because I’m afraid you’ll be sad.”
When Wang Shihua heard this, Monk Zhang Er was at a loss as to why he was confused by his cousin's crying. However, Wang Shihua could also tell from his cousin's words that his uncle had left his cousin now.
"Why don't you tell me carefully what's going on?" Wang Shihua pushed his cousin in front of him and asked, staring straight at him.
My cousin wiped his tears with his sleeve and said with a choked voice: "Dad, he...Dad, he..."
"Uncle, what's wrong with him? Tell me carefully and don't cry." Hua Zai stroked his cousin's head and handed him a cigarette, asking him to calm down.
After a while, my cousin gritted his teeth and said with an angry expression: "Dad, he left me a few days ago. The reason for my father's death was that damn Gu Jie, the chairman of the Genesis Group, who forced him to die.
I lost my father..." My cousin said this and started crying again.
It was the Genesis Group again. When Wang Shihua heard that his uncle was forced to die by them, he cursed in his heart: I was going to find you when I came out, and now I will not let you go.
He couldn't help his emotions. After all, since his father left him, his uncle and mother raised him and his cousin together; his aunt also left not long before Wang Shihua secretly ran away from school to Chuncheng.
The only relatives I have are my uncle and my cousin. Now that my uncle has left again, my cousin is my only one.
"Xiaojie, what's going on? Please don't cry, please. Please explain to me carefully what's going on." Wang Shihua pushed his cousin's shoulder hard and asked roaringly.
road.
The cousin's angry mood slowly calmed down, he lit a cigarette and took a few puffs. Finally, he covered his face with his hands and rubbed them vigorously before slowly telling Wang Shihua what had happened.
It turned out that Gu Jie was interested in a cemetery here at his uncle's house, but this was the cemetery left by his uncle's family for generations to bury his ancestors. Gu Jie found a lot of people to help his uncle with this matter; but his uncle could not be beaten to death.
I didn’t agree to Gu Jie, and then...
After listening to everything his cousin said, Wang Shihua clenched his fists and said fiercely: "Gu Jie, I will definitely come to find you."
The two cousins comforted each other. Wang Shihua put on white linen in pain and knelt down to worship his uncle's coffin. The sky had already dimmed.
After dinner, Wang Shihua and his cousin sat in front of his uncle's coffin to discuss everything. Under the flickering incandescent lamp, his cousin took out a small dark wooden box from nowhere and said: "Brother, this is dad."
The relics left behind are for you."
Andy took the wooden box carefully, opened it carefully, and slowly uncovered a layer of waxy oil paper. He began to sob, and tears dripped down to the ground.
What Wang Shihua didn't expect in his dream was that underneath the oil paper was his favorite toy as a child, a "little pistol" that he had always dreamed of owning.
It was carved by his uncle's hand for him. Although it was just a small wooden bump, his uncle still kept it to himself. There was also a line of words engraved on it, 'Study Fangyuan Meng diligently, and you will be famous one day.'
With tears in his eyes, Wang Shihua touched the two lines of small words on the small pistol. Between the words were his uncle's expectations and teachings for him. Thinking about himself now, he felt guilty.
He stayed at home for a few days, and went to pay homage to his relatives one by one with his cousin. After some thinking on his own these days, Wang Shihua decided to leave his cousin here and complete his revenge plan alone.
This morning, he said goodbye to his cousin and fellow villagers, and climbed over the mist in front of his house with the things his uncle had left for him.
Wang Shihua took out the small pistol that his aunt had made for him, and shouted into the wilderness: "Uncle, please rest in peace under the Nine Springs! I will definitely make it come true and avenge you with my own hands."
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Wang Shihua's voice echoed in the valley, like thunder on a sunny day, shaking the entire valley.
He finally returned to Chuncheng South Station, a prosperous metropolis that he had left for eight years. For eight years, the night scene was illuminated like daylight, making Andy feel both familiar and unfamiliar.
Wang Shihua never imagined that such a huge change would occur. He carried his luggage and walked out with the slow flow of people.
"Should I stay in a hotel? It's cheap, comfortable, and has hot water for bathing." Wang Shihua had just walked out of the station when a pretty girl came over and took his arm and asked.
Hua Zai ignored her because he had stayed here for several years and knew everything about this place. There were many tourists who were waiting here for the purpose of defrauding and abducting her.
They do whatever they can to deceive tourists into trusting them, and then tell them to go to a more remote place.
"Oh! Old cousin, if you can't help but say something, just give me a big tug!" The woman spoke in Yunnan dialect and said to Andy with a somewhat unhappy expression.
"I have a place to live, old cousin, just go and call someone else!" Wang Shihua said lightly.
"If you have a place to live, tell me earlier! You're wasting all this time on me." The woman put down Hua Tsai's arm, cursed, and went to call another person.
In the brightly lit city, Hua Zai continued to walk slowly with a small bag on his back. As he walked, the smell of vegetables came to his nose in the wind. After running around for a day, he felt a little hungry.
Wang Shihua walked slowly in the direction in which the scent came. It turned out that the scent was coming from this night market.
He walked into a large night food stall, casually ordered some food, and slowly ate a bottle of beer.
When Wang Shihua finished eating and paid, he asked the boss if there was a cheaper hotel here.
The boss smiled and asked him enthusiastically: "Looks like I've just come here, right?"
"Yeah!" Hua Zai nodded slightly.
"The hotels here are all messy. Don't believe those who ask you to stay in the hotel. I think you might as well find a small sauna where you can sleep. It only costs 30 to 40 yuan at most. You can also take a bath."
After the boss finished speaking, he pointed in a direction not far ahead.
After Wang Shihua heard what the boss said, he also had this idea; Wang Shihua thanked him and took it away from the shop.
As soon as he walked into this small sauna, he walked to the bar and received a hand card. He jumped into the big pool and took a quick dip. He felt very comfortable. This was the first time he had taken a bath in eight years and he felt most comfortable.
a bath.
After soaking in the hot pool for a long time, Andy gradually felt a little sleepy.
He slowly crawled out of the pool, walked to the changing room, put on a set of pajamas, and went to the lobby to rest under the guidance of the waiter.