After putting away the phone, Canghai returned to the space after walking around the house. Looking left and right, I found that there was nothing good in the space. There were only so many things, a well and a seed, and a so-called beast cave that could not be occupied by people. After watching it for a long time, the freshness passed and it was just like that. It was far less exciting and incredible feeling when I first came in.

Back in the hotel room, lying on the spacious and comfortable bed, Canghai wondered if he could dream of the faint shadow again. Unfortunately, he had no dreams all night and slept until dawn with energy. Not to mention shadows, he didn't even dream of a spring dream.

After getting up and cleaning up, I arrived at the filming shop. After finishing the matter, Cang Hai took a plane and flew back to the Magic City.

After picking up the car and saying hello to my friends, I drove my Volkswagen that I had been for seven or eight years and filled it with fuel, and then got on the highway, and directly ran to the direction of my hometown.

After driving for more than 1,500 kilometers, Canghai drove into his hometown and small county town on the morning of the third day. He hadn't returned to his hometown for almost ten years. When Canghai's car drove into the county town, he was stunned because in his impression, the poor and dilapidated small county town is now completely different. Although it is far from the eastern county town, it is completely different from the large bungalows and narrow streets he remembers. After all, the main roads have been replaced with four-lane asphalt roads. The four-, five-story and seven- and eight-story buildings on both sides are adjacent to the main roads of the county town. The original large bungalows and bricks and tiles were replaced with four- or five-story residential buildings. The pedestrians on the roadside were no longer ashamed when they left. From time to time, they could see private cars with private license plates on the side of the road.

Anyway, everything is completely different from the poor small county town in Canghai's memory. The pedestrians on the roadside even walk with a sense of energy, no longer as if they were when Canghai left, but as listless as they were when they left.

When you arrive at a small county town, you will not be home immediately. It is still a hundred kilometers away from the small town where Canghai lives. Don’t underestimate the distance of about a hundred miles. If it is placed in the eastern plain, the distance is only one or two hours at most. However, in the loess ditches, a hundred kilometers is a four or five hours drive away.

The car left the small county town, and Canghai followed the navigation and continued to drive towards his hometown. After less than twenty minutes, the Xinpu asphalt road was replaced with two lanes, which was not a serious two lane. If the two cars intersect, everyone had to brake and slow down to ensure the safety of the transfer car. This was also impossible, because the road was on both sides of the road, which was steep slope of twenty or thirty meters, and the other side was towering loess mounds.

The more you walk to the countryside, the more desolate the road is on both sides. As you walk halfway through the road, the green on the loess slope becomes lighter and lighter, and the river surface under the slope becomes narrower and shallower.

As the road became more and more and more, the area of ​​the Loess Mountain Mausoleum was closed, and Canghai knew that he was getting closer and closer to the hometown of Chuo where he gave birth to and raised him.

As we were getting closer and closer to our hometown, even if we looked around, Canghai's heart became more and more excited. We gently pressed the car window and felt the mountain wind passing through the road with a strong yellow earth smell on our face. Although it was a cool pain, Canghai still felt comfortable and the comfort of his heart.

"The sister on the mountain beam is so beautiful that sheeps, the little brother who is thinking tight..."

Holding the steering wheel with one hand, Canghai raised his voice and sang the folk song he had heard of, over and over again. After singing it four or five times, Canghai's cheeks were already covered with two strings of clear tears. He was far away from the heart of a wanderer who had been around for nearly ten years, and his dreams were countless times, and his longings were countless times, and his face turned into tears when he saw the small town of his hometown.

He stopped the car, calmed down his mood, pulled out the wet tissue placed on the car and wiped his tears, and Canghai continued to move forward.

There is no need to find a way. A small town along the road to the end is the hometown, located among the loess hills surrounded by mountains.

When Canghai entered the town, his heart couldn't help but feel a little slack, because the town with only 40 or 50 houses in the original impression was probably less than 50 or 600 households. Each household had a small courtyard with large tiled houses, and occasionally you could see a two-story young general building. This thing was nothing in the rural areas of Jiangnan, but when it was placed in the sky with loess and extremely lacking water, it must be a well-known wealthy family.

When the car drove into the town, Canghai soon hesitated again because the roads he remembered were completely different, and even navigation was not enough to help Canghai.

After getting off the car, Canghai stood by the side of the road, scratching his head and starting to flip through his cell phone, looking for his third uncle's phone number.

At this moment, about twenty meters away from Canghai, a man riding a motorcycle with his wife and children, who looked like he was in his early thirties, staring at Canghai straight.

"He is old, what's wrong?"

The woman sitting behind the motorcycle holding the child found that her husband looked straight at a man by the roadside with his eyes curiously. She asked curiously, if she was a woman, she would definitely get angry, but a man let her go of her guard a lot.

"It looks like my classmate!" After the man riding a motorcycle muttered, he shouted in the direction of Canghai: "Then the young man, is Canghai?"

When Canghai heard someone calling him, he raised his head in surprise and looked at the man who was calling him.

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

"Ah! It's really Canghai!" The man immediately smiled happily when he heard Canghai calling his name. He got off the motorcycle in two steps. Because he got off the motorcycle a little anxiously, he almost threw his Po Lang and his kid to the ground.

Zheng Weibo first supported his wife and baby, then walked towards Canghai with great strides, then hugged Canghai and patted Canghai's back hard.

Canghai was stunned by Zheng Weibo. He lived in the Demon Capital for almost ten years. Canghai had long forgotten the enthusiasm and cheerfulness of the Northwest man, but Canghai soon adapted and hugged his old friends enthusiastically.

The two silly men hugged each other on the street for almost a minute before they separated with a smile.

"I heard you are doing well in the Magic City. Are you going home and taking a look?"

After letting go of Canghai, Zheng Weibo smiled at his old classmate. Without waiting for Canghai to answer, he looked up and down carefully and praised: "It's still a demon city to support people. Look at you, how can you look like you are as ugly as before? You look like you are just seventeen or eighteen!"

Canghai didn't have the nerve to say that it was not that he was young, but that you were too old! However, this phenomenon is very common here. How can a man facing the loess and the sky compare with those who sit in the office all day long?

"Are you married?" Cang Hai glanced at the woman who was standing next to the motorcycle, who looked a little cramped, and the child with a curious look on his face.

When Zheng Weibo heard Cang Hai say this, he hurriedly waved to his wife's baby: "Wife, come here and take the baby to his uncle!"

As he said that, he introduced his wife to Canghai: "My wife is Lu Jing from Class 3 of high school. This is my child, Ziyue, Zheng Ziyue."

Cang Hai greeted Lu Jing and teased the child twice. The little guy looked at Cang Hai, an uncle he had never seen before, with a pair of black eyes and curiously looking at Cang Hai, an uncle he had never seen before, which seemed very interesting.

Canghai doesn’t remember Lu Jing, but Lu Jing remembers Canghai, mainly because Canghai is too awesome in school and his grades are superior, which makes the so-called top students only have to bow down and surrender. Every exam is no more than 40 points higher than the second place, and it is considered that Canghai is a guy who failed the exam.

After chatting for a few words, Lu Jing began to talk and laugh 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 was so enthusiastic that he was about to pull people.

Cang Hai hurriedly said, "I haven't returned home yet. I just arrived in the town and I have time to drink again. I have to go to my third uncle's house now."

When Zheng Weibo heard this, he opened his mouth and asked, "Is your third uncle Cang Shiyuan or Cang Shigui?"

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

Zheng Weibo slapped his thigh: "That's simple. The two of them are just seven or eight families away from our family, a few steps away, 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 (dad means) I want to take a big car!"

When Cang Hai heard this, he reached out and plucked the little guy's face, and said to Lu Jing: "Sister-in-law, you can take your nephew into the car, I'll just follow the motorcycle!"

Zheng Weibo did not politely waved at his wife, then got on the motorcycle and started waiting for Canghai.

Cang Hai took back to the car and started it. After following Zheng Weibo's motorcycle, he allowed Zheng Weibo to turn a few turns into two alleys. Only then did he see Zheng Weibo stop the motorcycle.

With his hand stretched out his finger to the red painted iron gate, Zheng Weibo opened his mouth and said, "This is your third uncle's home. Next door is your uncle's home. It seems that there are people in the house now!"
Chapter completed!