Following the previous police guidance, Chen Xin drove the car to the river beach near the town.

"It seems that this place has become a passage." Seeing the fresh ruts in the place that was supposed to be on the river, Chen Xin couldn't help but smile.

Perhaps it was because he was getting closer and closer to his parents, and Chen Xin became very happy.

Zeng Liu and others had been placed in the town by Chen Xin. Among the four, Sister Ning and Lao Tang seemed very happy. Although they were still a little nervous and nervous about the unfamiliar environment, they could settle down with an official shelter with a large population living in and operating. This was a dream for Sister Ning and Lao Tang.

Xiao Yezi had no doubts about this, but instead fell into anxiety about going to school again.

Only Zeng Liu seemed a little uncomfortable and seemed a little hesitant when getting off the bus.

Chen Xin did not pay attention to this, or even if he discovered Zeng Liu's abnormality, he would not have any expression. After all, he was just four strangers who were saved casually. It was already a perfect end to be able to send them here.

So after handing the four of them over to the official staff in the town, Chen Xin hurriedly drove away.

Moving along the ruts on the original river surface, Chen Xin couldn't help but remember the story his mother told him. When his mother was still young, she lived in the mountains of her hometown. At that time, there was no road and it would be closed when it snowed. It was inconvenient for villagers to enter and exit the mountains, so they could only rely on this river to freeze and walk from the river surface.

But that was when Chen Xin's mother was a child. The river has rarely frozen over the years, and the village has long been open to roads. No one has crossed this river in winter for many years.

But now, it is obvious that the river has once again played its role as a transportation route.

Going up the river channel, as the river channels on both sides became narrower and narrower, Chen Xin knew that he was about to get home.

Although he has never lived here since he was a child, home does not refer to a certain place or a house, but to a place where his family is.

Only when a family is located can it be called home and the destination of the soul.

Finally, Chen Xin drove the car to the mountain village where his hometown was.

Although it is covered with snow, Chen Xin can still identify the general terrain.

There is a small river ditch that passes through the village. Although it has long been filled with snow, Chen Xin can still vaguely identify the small river ditch where he caught crabs when he was a child when he was a child.

The fields on the edge of the river are the fields that my grandfather often talks about. When he was young, he planted sesame seeds in this field, although the land had long since changed its ownership.

The small piece of flat land in the village was the rice farm in the past, and the place used to dry rice in the village, but fewer and fewer people have dried rice in recent years.

Chen Xin parked the car at the entrance of the village. There was not too spacious road in the village. In the past, he could get in by driving, but now Chen Xin's big car is obviously impossible to get in.

After parking the car, Chen Xin changed into protective clothing. Although it was not convenient to wear clothes with one hand and a broken hand, Chen Xin still used both hands and mouth, quickly put the protective clothing on his body, put on the protective mask, and prepared.

When Chen Xin opened the car door, he held a snow pole in his left hand, and changed into specially prepared snow walking boots on his feet. He leaned on the snow pole in one hand, and walked towards the village with some difficulty.

The village seemed to be able to accept supplies transported from the town, but it was swept away a piece of snow on the bank of the river. The snow in this area was not that thick, and Chen Xin was not particularly troublesome to walk. He was just occasionally unable to stand firmly and needed a snow pole to support his body.

Even so, he quickly walked into the village.

The village is already different from what Chen Xin remembers. All the houses are buried by snow. Even the ancestral hall that the villagers value most, the old house left since the Ming Dynasty, has now been crushed by snow and has been buried underneath.

In addition to these, the biggest difference is that there was a small snow-covered hill next to the village, where there was originally a valley and field. The snow swept away on the ground just extends here, so Chen Xin could tell that this was the shelter of the village without thinking.

Chen Xin could see that this was not a shelter that was completely dug into the ground to repair it. Instead, half of the building part of the shelter was dug, and then the excavated soil layer was covered on the building, so as to quickly build a thick enough soil layer in this simple way, rather than digging a hole in the mountains in a more cost-effective way.

In fact, Yan State was able to resettle most of the country's population within three months, and the shelter built in this way would have a large part of the credit. After all, a considerable part of the rural population in the country lived in such shelter.

Chen Xin walked along the road to the door of the shelter, and there were ruts and footprints on the ground. Chen Xin could see that it was left by someone entering and leaving here, and the snow on the ground was not frozen or covered up. Obviously, it would not take too long for these marks to be left.

However, Chen Xin did not care about these things, but stood in front of the gate of the shelter, took out the radio station and shouted at the radio according to the communication channel that the town police had told him before.

"Is there anyone there? Can someone hear me?" Chen Xin shouted to the radio in the dialect of his hometown. Although the cold wind around him was so cold and the snowflakes blowing from the strong wind almost instantly turned him into a snowman. Even wearing protective clothing, it was still cold, but Chen Xin still felt a sense of heat in his heart.

He is about to meet his parents, so how can he not be excited!

Soon, a voice came from the radio. The familiar local accent made Chen Xin so excited that he almost couldn't even hold the radio station in his hand: "Which one? What's the matter? Didn't the supplies for this week just arrived in the morning?"

"Second uncle, it's me, Ah Xin! Open the door quickly!" Chen Xin shouted excitedly, of course he could hear his second uncle's voice.

"A Xin? Why are you, a little boy, back?" The second uncle was obviously shocked by Chen Xin's sudden appearance. A sound of stumble and shouting from the radio: "Wait, I'll call someone to open the door!"

Chen Xin was waiting nervously, his chest pounding. He sucked hard to calm himself down a little.

My second uncle did not ask Chen Xin to wait, and soon someone opened the door of the shelter. What appeared in front of Chen Xin were his long-lost relatives and his parents.

"Dad! Mom! I'm back!" Chen Xin shouted out, and tears finally burst out from his eyes.
Chapter completed!