Chen Xingchen walked out of the train with the bustling crowds, and then walked around for more than ten minutes before he truly walked out of the train station.

Chen Xingchen, who was like a homeless man, did not care about the disgusting eyes around him. Instead, this familiar eyes made him feel a little satisfied.

He looked back at the railway station, "Guixi Station", the few fonts that were already a little dark yellow, overlapped with the appearance he remembered again.

The railway station square has changed a lot, and the area seems to be much spacious, but it is still so noisy, with crowds mixed with fish and dragons inside, with pairs of eyes staring at the men and women leaving the station. The laziness in the early morning has not yet dissipated, and people in uniforms are yawning, half leaning on their posts, staring at the crowd coming and going with their eyes blank.

At the exit, all kinds of middle-aged men and women holding accommodation and recruitment advertisement signs were looking at the crowd with their eyes, like wild beasts waiting to be out of the cage, licking their tongues at a group of small prey.

Chen Xingchen shook his head and walked towards the bus stop in the distance.

Although the way home is already very vague, the route I remember has dreamed of countless times in my sleep.

Chen Xingchen's short and fat man squeezed into the bus and was pushed by a big man. Chen Xingchen staggered to find a handrail to hold it. The numb and disgusting eyes of others made Chen Xingchen subconsciously show the smile on the corner of his mouth to hide his irritability.

He looked up at the man who was pushing him, and the other party glared at him in counterattack, and the smile on Chen Xingchen's face became deeper.

After a bus, Chen Xingchen came to a dilapidated overpass. He looked around for a long time before he confirmed that it should be here.

Under this shabby overpass, there are four men dressed in sloppy clothes and cannot tell the age of the turbulent turtle in front of a ball of carbon fire.

Occasionally, some people threw some firewood into it. It might have rained yesterday, and the firewood was a little wet. Throwing it on it emitted a burst of thick smoke, which made several people cough and cough.

Chen Xingchen subconsciously pulled the wide corner of his clothes on his body, walked forward, and squatted down like everyone else, rubbed his hands, and surrounded the carbon fire.

When everyone saw Chen Xingchen coming up, they took a casual look, but ignored them.

Among these people, Chen Xingchen has already dressed up well, but there is no need to guess. He also knows that these people are just a group of homeless people, all of them are pitiful people.

Chen Xingchen's appearance and dress, joined in without any incongruity. Chen Xingchen looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a disheveled face opposite him, showing his butt, roasting on fire, and occasionally smirking to himself. Everyone was not surprised at all.

The reason why Chen Xingchen came here is because in my memory, he once took a taxi to the countryside since he was a child, and he was under this overpass. There was a train here every morning to go to Chen Xingchen's hometown.

Chen Xingchen's hometown is more than 60 kilometers away from here, and it is basically a mountain road. In my memory, I had to take a bus of more than 50 kilometers and walk another ten kilometers of mountains before I arrived at my hometown. It was already evening when I got home.

I don’t know if I still take a ride here more than ten years later, so it’s unknown.

Seeing that everyone was burning, Chen Xingchen was silent. Finally, he couldn't help it. After thinking about it, he asked everyone with a local accent that he had already forgotten.

"My fellow villager, ask, when is the bus to Lanxiang arrive?"

Chen Xingchen's question did not cause anyone's reaction. After several seconds, a sleepy old man wiped his eyes and said in the same dialect.

"Baby, where are you going to Lanxiang? The car to Lanxiang has already had to take a bus to the station, and it has been changed for several years."

Chen Xingchen was stunned for a moment. Sure enough, things have changed, and many things in his memory have changed. However, when Chen Xingchen heard the familiar local accent, he still felt a sense of affection in his heart.

"Grandpa, are you from Lanxiang too?"

"Yes, I am from Jiangxi Village, Lanxiang, do you know?"

"Jiangxi Village, I'm from the village above! When I was a child, I had to pass through Jiangxi Village?"

"Shangbian Village? Oh, it's really right, it's right next to you. Which doll are you from? How many years have you not been home?"

When he heard the question of which baby he was, Chen Xingchen suddenly trembled inside, and he was a little expectant and confused. He didn't know where this feeling came from.

"My father is Chen Erhe, do you know?"

"Chen Erhe? Don't remember this person?"

The old man thought about it in confusion for a while, but still couldn't remember who Chen Erhe was. He raised the presbyopia eyes and squinted his eyes, looked at Chen Xingchen for a long time, and suddenly slapped his thigh and said with an oop.

"Your father is Chen Ercangzi?"

When Chen Xingchen heard the nickname "Chen Ercangzi", his father's impression suddenly became clear in his mind.

The dark face always had a sad expression, and his somewhat lame left leg, due to rheumatism, attacked on rainy days all year round.

Every midnight, the siblings were awakened by their father's moans, but everyone did not dare to make any noise on the bed. If there was a little movement, the father's hoarse voice began to curse until dawn and was exhausted, and he would not stop.

Chen Xingchen's eyes were slightly red. He once wanted to leave that home and that man at all times. Now he remembered that a complex emotional entanglement was in his mind, which made him unable to think for a while.

"I just said, you are carved from the same mold as your father. I have been calling Chen Erkuo for a lifetime. I really can't remember your father's name!"

The old man's words brought Chen Xingchen's thoughts back to reality. He smiled and approached the fire. The coldness on his hands seemed to remain the vicious curse of his father in his memory.

"Grandmad, I haven't been home for twelve years. Now, tell me about the situation in my house!"

The old man was interrupted by Chen Xingchen, raised his head, looked at Chen Xingchen's outfit again, and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

"Doll, if you don't live well outside, you have to go home! Whose parents don't care about their children? I remember how many brothers and sisters you have in the house, right? Who are you?"

"My seven brothers and sisters, I am the fourth brother, my name is Chen Xingchen! I came back once in 2000, and this year has been thirteen years!"

"The fourth brother, oh, fourth brother, I remembered that a few years ago, your father had found several young people who went to work outside to help inquire about the fourth brother's situation. Some people said that they saw you performing in Yanjing, and some people said that they saw you, and they were cut off in Beihai and begged on the street. But for so many years, they have not seen your child come home, and your father gave up."

When the old man said this, he was also sighing. Seeing Chen Xingchen's torn and loose clothes and sneakers that were dirtier than his feet, the old man spoke again with a regretful tone.

"But your parents are in good health, but they are much older. Your elder brother has gone to the Widow Wang's house next door to be his son-in-law. Your third brother has not married a wife yet. Your sister has come back every year. Now your third brother is taking care of his parents at home and farms more than ten acres of land every year!"

The fire suddenly became a little hot, and Chen Xingchen's face was a little hot. When he heard the news that his parents were still alive, his heart suddenly calmed down, just as if he was still alive.

Chen Xingchen fantasized in his mind countless times that when he stepped onto the land again and saw his parents' dilapidated grave, he stood alone in front of the collapsed wooden house, and the surroundings were covered with whiteness.

This thought has been remembered in his mind countless times. Perhaps he had always thought about this scene. Only in this way can he be completely cut off from the present and the past. The parents in his memory gave him a bad impression.

What should come will come, and what should be gone will eventually pass. Now I don’t need to be afraid of anything. Unfortunately, any powerful person, the shadow of childhood, cannot erase the harm that has been suffered in his heart for a long time.

Chen Xingchen stood up with a complicated expression, thanked the old man, and turned to walk towards the station.

When he decided to go home, Chen Xingchen knew that everything he should face next and what he had experienced over the years had already allowed him to see a lot of things and understand a lot of things.

Including when he was a child, his father could only use beating and scolding to vent his heart and soul on the children because of his incompetence and pain.

In the adult world, everyone has had moments of sadness and powerlessness, and Chen Xingchen has also had them. After ten years of business career, he has also met countless opponents who have left him powerlessness.

Either bow your head and admit defeat or have nothing. If it weren't for the man behind me, "Diantianxuan" would have disappeared into the long river of history. Even if we have achieved today's achievements, the head of the sect would definitely not be him Chen Xingchen.

Today's media have praised him for starting from scratch, having extraordinary intelligence, amazing means and business genius.

Only Chen Xingchen himself understands that these can only deceive young people who have nothing and are ready to start a business from scratch. In this world, there is no such thing as starting from scratch.

True starting from scratch is nothing more than relying on luck and compromise again and again. Truly starting from scratch without any background will definitely not be able to achieve the first place in the industry.

When I was a child, my father's beating and scolding was also an incompetent vent. He raised seven children in the remote countryside and struggled in the fields 3060 days a year. Even if his feet were so painful that he could not stand up, he had to get up and go to the fields every day.

Others cannot understand the pain that cannot be broken free, and the children cannot understand it. Only Chen Xingchen has understood it now, but understanding does not mean acceptance or recognition.

The father's pain was imposed on several siblings in childhood. Such invisible scars will be engraved in the hearts for the rest of their lives.

After all, Chen Xingchen bought a ticket to go home. The train that used to be once a day has become now every four hours and twice a day.

The road is still the same road as before, but now it is already a concrete road. Although it seems to have been built for a few years and it has been bumpy, it is better than the stone and yellow mud road in my memory.

The vehicle swayed, circling around countless bends from the middle of the mountain road. Chen Xingchen looked at the surrounding scenery with a very nature.

In my memory, many of the fir trees all over the mountains have disappeared. Many forests are full of eucalyptus trees, and there are also many barren mountains. The dark jungle can be seen vaguely burning here by wildfires last year.

I don’t know how long I have been wandering around, but the scenery outside has gradually coincided with what I remember. When Chen Xingchen heard the familiar local accent in the carriage, his heart was not only intimate, but also a sense of invisible oppression.

It was almost noon and the bus finally arrived at the station. This was a village, a small gathering place. The bus stopped at the entrance of a grocery store.

Chen Xingchen got out of the car and saw the winding mountain road in the distance. He knew that he still had a long way to go next.

Chen Xingchen took out dozens of yuan of change from his pocket, which was all the cash on him. He was anxious to come back this time, and he didn't even bring much money. The only one was the last time the female secretary's top pocket fell on his bed.

I bought the ticket along the way, and that was only a little left, but Chen Xingchen didn't worry at all. He hadn't used cash for many years.

It is not that he has popularized mobile payments now, but that he no longer needs to pay by himself. All his daily life and life have twenty-four hours of secretarial service.

Chen Xingchen smiled self-deprecatingly, bought a bottle of water, a piece of bread, and started eating it dry with water.

After eating the bread, Chen Xingchen stretched out his arms and then began to head towards the winding mountain road. Although this road is still the same road as I remember, it has been wider and can already have the width of a tractor. It is more than enough to use it to pass by motorcycles.

Chen Xingchen walked for half an hour and passed by the first village. He stood on the mountain road halfway up the mountain. He could see the whole picture of this small village at a glance. He saw a few old people farming in the fields. Chen Xingchen stood in the mountains and sighed for a long time before setting off again.

Although the villages outside have already opened cement roads, most of the mountain villages along the way are in the deep mountains. To open cement roads, it is not as cost-effective as the entire village to relocate.

In fact, there is no need to move. At first glance, you can see that there are not many young people in these villages, and most of them have left their hometowns and gone to work far away.

Many years later, most of these young people would buy houses outside, and leave the small mountain villages that have been through generations. After the older generation dies, the place will basically be completely deserted.

This is the law of history, perhaps the life that people yearn for, and a compromise with life.

Without a watch to look at time, Chen Xingchen walked through one bend after another with his memory and leaped through one mountain after another. His childhood memories and current emotions were intertwined, making him feel that time was not passing.

After all, he still has no physical strength as before. Every time Chen Xingchen climbed over a mountain, he had to sit down and rest for a long time before he could set off again. He thought about the past, when he walked out of the mountain in one breath just to buy a popsicle that costs 2 cents.

I don’t know how long I have been walking, but I just vaguely felt that the sun was setting, so Chen Xingchen accelerated his pace.

Until I turned over a mountain again and looked forward, the familiar scene exploded in my heart like bombs.

Chen Xingchen's eyes finally couldn't control themselves. The man didn't cry easily. At this moment, his eyes, which had not shed tears for twenty years, were soaked by the tears.

In the distance, a dilapidated wooden house was filled with smoke rising. The dusk sun was accompanied by smoke, as if hanging on the other end of the mountain.

Not far away, an old cow was being pulled by a man, and the shaking sounded from time to time. In the field, a man was waving his hoe hard. What a familiar picture and what a familiar figure.

Standing at the intersection down the mountain, Chen Xingchen's footsteps seemed to be welded by welding rods. After watching for a long time, he had not walked a step.
Chapter completed!