Time is slowly passing, and there are three days left before the deadline for submitting the work. Zhong Yue is preparing to go home to create. The decoration process is almost completed, the design team has basically withdrawn, and another construction team has also left, leaving Liu Qinghua, a small construction team, who is cleaning up the aftermath.

After about three or four days, the decoration of this house came to an end. Zhong Yue sat on the bus back to the county town, watching the scenery that was regressing, youth flew away, and years flew away. When he learned to speak from the teeth, peaches were young and bright. His innocent childhood life in the countryside, and later in elementary, junior and high school, people grew step by step, and their horizons gradually widened, but their happiness gradually decreased.

Zhong Yue leaned his head against the glass window, and the car vibrated slightly, making his vision blurry. Could it be that youth brings growth and troubles?

Perhaps my childhood memories faded, and I would forget those grievances and sadness that I cried.

He sat in the car and opened Xi Murong's collection of poems.

One of the pages was folded a corner.

...

All the endings have been written

All tears have also set off

But suddenly I forgot what the beginning was like

On that ancient summer day that never comes back

No matter how I go after it

You are just like a shadow of clouds

Your smiling face is very shallow

Qunlan gradually disappeared after sunset

Then open the yellowed title page

Fate binds it extremely poorly

I read it again and again with tears in my eyes

But I have to admit

Youth is a too hasty book

...

There are too many summer days in summer, which is worth Zhong Yue’s careful experience.

When I was a child, I watched my parents work in the fields, the mountains and forests, climbing trees to catch cicadas, and fishing for lobsters... The summer vacation I was looking forward to when I was in school, gradually, part-time work during the summer vacation was subsidized for family income; the carnival summer vacation after the college entrance examination, after not many days of excitement, my father's body, the tuition fees that followed were all like the shackles of fate, making him feel that life was difficult.

Looking back, only Zhong Yue can reminisce the ups and downs of bitterness. If youth is like a cup of tea, then Zhong Yue’s cup of tea has too many ingredients, so that it makes people feel like a cup of bitter tea that can always be tasted unique and never get greasy.

Putting on the headphones, Luo Dayou's childhood was savored in his ears over and over again.

"On the banyan tree by the pond

The cicadas are shouting in summer.”

Now, if Zhong Yue climbs the tree and catches cicadas, he may not be as quick as he was when he was a child. Youth is like a small river flowing away, and he will never come back after he flows away.

"Dragonflies fly over under the sun

Green rice fields

Watercolor crayons and kaleidoscopes

Can't draw the rainbow in the sky

When will you be like a senior

Classmates have mature and grown faces

Looking forward to the holiday

Looking forward to tomorrow

A childhood that I hope to grow up"

If you have to define the age of youth, it may not include childhood. However, at this age of Zhong Yue, you can recall the words "youth", that is, these experiences from childhood to adulthood.

When he arrived in the county, Zhong Yue directly found a van and rushed back to his hometown.

As we get older, our youth has passed, and the wind eroded the rest of our lives. Zhang Laifu's life is really like a cup of light tea that has been brewed thousands of times, and we can't taste it.

Zhang Laifu can still practice soybeans in several rows of land.

Now the scorching sun is completely dry after six or seven days. When Zhong Yue came, Zhang Laifu was using this thing with a kid. Zhong Yue used it when he was a child. He fixed a small rotor on a long stick, and then pressed a flat small wooden board to knock on the soybean straw, and then he could bear the force evenly, so that he would not need to peel it with his hands one by one.

"Master, I'll do it."

Zhong Yue put the tobacco, alcohol and some vegetables and meat bought from Aunt Pang's house on the stone mill, and took the wood from Zhang Laifu's hand.

"It's vacation? What's the matter in college now? I've been on vacation so early, and I really spend money to play. I'm so old, it's really hard to get soybeans in the past, but now I'm out of breath after only a little time."

Zhong Yue smiled, "It's not a holiday yet, I'm just coming back to do my creations, and I have to go back."

Zhang Laifu glanced at the yellow plastic bag of Zhu Jun good luck and frowned, "I bought it from Lao Cai's house again? Have you told you how many times? Her things are expensive. When you come back from the city, the things in the supermarket are much cheaper. These cigarettes and alcohol are at least ten or twenty yuan cheaper."

"I'm taking care of Fat Aunt's business. I had a lot of free food from her when I was a child."

"You." Zhang Laifu shook his head, "By the way, what you said before has been resolved. Is Pan Wei already agreed not to cause trouble?"

Zhong Yue said while playing soybeans: "No, but Huang Sanjia agreed, there should be no trouble. I see that Huang Sanjia is a famous person in S County has gone to celebrate. Pan Wei wants to be in the county, so he should still give his face."

Zhang Laifu looked a little unnatural, nodded and said, "Success. If there is a letter over there, let you pass, remember to call me."

"how?"

"I will follow you together. You have no father and mom ran away. Someone must help you with the scene. A baby is over. What's this called?"

Zhong Yue straightened his waist and smiled and said, "Master, I'm already an adult, no need."

"It's a must!" Zhang Laifu glared, "If you dare to sneak yourself, you won't be able to see me!"

"Okay, I will definitely let you follow you." Although Zhang Laifu is useless with the past, it doesn't matter if he insists on going there. After all, Zhong Yue is not going to fight. Of course, if Huatou Diao calls to solve the problem verbally, he doesn't have to go over and meet, it will be even more troublesome.

After beating soybeans, Zhong Yue used a wooden rake to collect the straw to one side and put away the knocked soybean grains. The remaining straw needs to be beaten again. After two or three times, these soybean straws can still be used as firewood. Zhang Laifu's family is still an ancient earth stove.

"Sit down and have a drink of water." Zhang Laifu came over and placed a bowl of water on the stone mill. "You said you were doing creation before? What creation?"

"There is a college student calligraphy grand prix in the city. I am preparing to sign up for the competition, so I have to hand in a copy of my works."

Zhang Laifu smiled, "It's okay if you just have a few tricks to participate in a competition. It's okay to write and play with it yourself."

Zhong Yue smiled and said nothing. His calligraphy skills are no longer the same as before, but Zhang Laifu didn't know it.

The two of them sat on the wooden bench to tidy up the celery, and when they were about to pack up, Zhang Laifu said, "Okay, go back to the valley and calculate money with him. I'll just come here. Remember, don't give money with a lot of money because of Aqiang. It's as much as you should. If the money is, don't come from..."

He didn't continue to talk about it anymore. The money in Zhong Yue's hand was really no different from what he picked up...
Chapter completed!