Gangwon Province, located in the central and eastern part of the coastal island in South Korea, is mountainous throughout the area. It is surrounded by the coastline and is particularly cool every summer, and you can feel the salty sea breeze.

As the coastline progresses, there are small mountain villages located in simple houses and not as luxurious as the city, but there is less noise and more tranquility.

The breeze, with a fragrance of soil, echoes in the small village. Occasionally, an elderly man over fifty years old will walk out of the dilapidated house, with a kind face or a child who goes out to chase.

Yuzhili is an unknown small village. It is like ordinary sand in the desert, without any shining points. It is just quietly located in its own position, not eye-catching, nor is it as unique as the North Village in South Korea.

This village has always been very quiet, so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary.

Walking slowly alone, stepping on the gravel-paved road, a thick sense of solidity came from the tip of his nose, a faint and simple rural atmosphere was smelled, and an interesting story about the villagers was heard in his ears.

Everything here is still as familiar as in memory, as if time passes, and it does not bring about changes in things and people, and is still as pure as before.

But I was so familiar that I had no changes at all, so familiar that I felt a kind of urge to feel moistened.

When we reunited with the scene of childhood life, we could clearly see myself running when we were young, and the heels were flying off the sand. This scene was so realistic, as if it was real, but so vague.

I clearly wanted to reach out to touch the scene that was close to me, but it seemed very far away, and my fingertips could never touch the scene that was only a little gap.

"It's obviously in front of you, but why can't you touch it?"

Such a sound is very light and thin, as if there is no emotional fluctuation at all. But if you listen carefully, it will have a sad smell.

Han Bin's eyes were blurred, his arms stretched out were stuck in the air, his fingers slightly opened, as if he wanted to grab something, but he still couldn't hold on to what he wanted to have.

He said that he could not touch because what he wanted to touch was some memories that became eternal past and dissipated in the wind. It would never be possible to reappear in reality.

When I was very young, even my memories might be a little blurred. A warm family of four lives in this simple mountain village, with gentle smiles from parents, shy sister's well-behaved and shy. There is also a lively and cheerful boy.

Every day, sand and dust often rise up on the road paved with sand and gravel. The boy is like a little wild horse with a reincarnation. He has an innocent smile on his face and runs to the fullest, as if he is chasing his dream.

Behind the boy, there is often a little girl with a weak appearance, and a staggering little step. She can't catch up with a boy with outstanding physical strength.

But she still wanted to chase after her. Even though she fell to the ground and cried loudly, her two tender white hands would support her small body covered with dust and stagger, and continued to chase forward.

"Brother. Wait for Xiaoxue, I want to follow you."

It should be like this. The little girls screamed pitifully, with their watery eyes very pitying.

When the boy running far ahead would stop when he heard the ploppy sound of falling to the ground. When he looked back, he would run back desperately when he saw the little girl fall to the ground.

It was as if he gave up all the hopes ahead and ran back without hesitation. Even if he lost everything, he would not care as long as he could guard this little girl.

"Xiaoxue, don't cry or cry, I will never run away again." Every time, the boy would make a solemn promise like this.

"Brother, Xiaoxue doesn't hurt. You have to run forward and I have to chase you back, because I'm the most powerful and can't stop." The little girl's innocence is really cute. She is young and seems to foreshadow the future. She knows that the brother she admires will be very powerful.

Then the boy smiled happily, reached out his hand, and gently touched the little girl's head.

Such a blurry picture, like a yellowed paper page, is full of withered breath, and is like an old-fashioned movie projector, playing blurry black and white pictures.

Now, after more than ten years, when Han Bin walks on the familiar road again, he feels extremely strange, standing in the road like a lost person, looking dull.

Some people say that hometown is an inseparable existence and an irreplaceable pure land in everyone's heart. The reason why it occupies such an important position is because there are familiar people in the hometown.

Yuzhili is Han Bin's hometown. He spent most of his childhood here, and all the beautiful and happy memories were born here.

"I'm back, but you're all gone. Mom and Dad, you should be still here, and Xiaoxue, you promised to chase me."

Han Bin walked very slowly, his steps were raised and dropped, so light that there was no sound. His eyes did not stop at any place, and he was always in a free state, looking at every place with dizziness.

As I walked, I suddenly looked back, hoping to see a weak girl chasing her, but behind her was empty and only the air was flooding.

Yesterday, after Han Bin was instructing students in the practice room, he said before leaving. In fact, he wanted to relive his memories. He was afraid that time would pass too quickly, and even the few memories left in his mind would become very blurred.

In the past, he did not dare to face the past, and he refused to take a step to the Yuzhi where he once lived, and kept hiding and closing this memory, but in his subconscious, he missed this place again.

Xiangyun Primary School, a low three-story building, is the school for all children in Yuzhili, revealing traces of destruction everywhere. In the eyes of urban people, it feels a bit unsightly.

But this elementary school is the school where Han Bin studied when he was a child, and it is also a real scene in the famous novel "The Fragrance of Chrysanthemums" that is popular in Korea. Many people know that the mysterious author once studied at Xiangyun Primary School.

During the outbreak of "The Fragrance of Chrysanthemums", countless book fans chased the footsteps of the mysterious author and came to Xiangyun Primary School to visit, so this place has also become a special tourist attraction.

Han Bin stood at the school gate of Xiangyun Primary School, looking at the low teaching building from afar, just watching quietly, not daring to get close, and then turned around and left.

Following the route in my memory, at the end of the winding path, a long-defeated house came into view, rotten wooden boards, overgrown weeds, nothing.

When Han Bin saw this hut, he took a deep breath, covering his eyes as if his palms were inadvertently, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

The sun is slightly drunk, dawn is approaching, and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere outside the window. When you wake up, I will say good morning to you.

Good morning, Xiaoxue.

The family of four lives in this narrow hut. Although it is a bit crowded, it is particularly warm.

Han Bin quickly turned around, ran with all his strength, as if he was escaping. He was afraid that if he stayed there, he would not be able to help crying in his heart.

For many years, what he has never dared to face can be treated calmly now, but it does not mean that he is relieved.

After all, Han Bin is still Han Bin, a sensitive, emotional ordinary person, and a very ordinary person, but he is more sad than others.

"Oh, old man, that young man looks familiar, like that flattering Xiaobin."

"Where is that little bit?"

"I ran away, but why didn't there be a little girl following him? It's strange."

...

The rattan chair slowly shook, and the two gray-haired old men whispered softly, their muddy eyes looked at the path in front of the door, and a running figure flashed by, and I don’t know if they could see clearly.

However, although their eyesight was blurred and even if they could not see it, they still remembered something.

A place where people think about it is their hometown.

Han Bin kept running and came to a small hill. At this time, there was no green grass everywhere, but there was still some light green on the slope.

"Brother, listen carefully. Do you teach me how to brag?"

"OK!"

"Wow, it's so difficult. I can't learn it. Will you never hear such a nice sound again?"

"It's okay, I'll blow it to Xiaoxue from now on."

"Brother is the best."

...

Back then, on the green grass hillside, two children sat shoulder to shoulder and said some innocent and childish words.

Wherever Han Bin went, there were some memories in his mind. He liked this place, really because it was his hometown.

Squinted his eyes, spread his body wide open, lying on the slope, feeling the itchy breeze blowing on his cheeks, Han Bin's heart became quiet in an instant.

He did not come here for no reason, but he brought a mood and a person to his familiar hometown again.

"You should hear the sound of the organ in my heart."

A quaint oral organ with a much thinner paint on it. It seems that it has been a bit old. There is nothing special about it, it is just a very ordinary organ.

But this ordinary organ has always been Han Xue’s favorite gift. You can even find a few vague fonts from the position of the organ body - for my sister Xiaoxue.

The melodious melody was played gently, like a thin thread floating in the wind, extremely gentle. Han Bin held the organ in both hands, blocked it in front of his mouth, and his cheeks slightly bulged, blowing the organ in his heart.

At this moment, the wind seemed to stop and the clouds were still, but the grass was swaying, as if listening to the sound of the organ carefully.

Recalling the feelings of childhood and the years of growth, the unforgettable past events have become clear and gorgeous pictures like watercolor paintings, like the wonderful sound of the organ, flashing with simple and dazzling glory, and like snowflakes flying all over the sky, falling down, making people warm and sad.

This is where Han Bin lived when he was a child, and the past he missed. (To be continued...)

ps:  Hometown!

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