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“Get out of the car.”

Zhan Tian, ​​dressed in casual clothes, squeezed through the crowd and stood down before the car door.

The minibus stopped accurately at a fork and opened the door.

Zhan Tian took a look at the side of the car door, and there was already some old "New Jeet Kune Do" promotional posters, and walked out of the car door.

The minibus accelerator caused a sensation, and a burst of dust rolled up under the wheels and continued to drive forward.

The fork road goes down, winding in the valley, and at the end, you can vaguely see hundreds of houses scattered everywhere.

"It's another year and a half, and I haven't come back. I miss my grandparents, uncles and aunts, and sisters!" Zhan Tian's mouth raised slightly and he thought to himself.

He held the backpack in his hand on his right shoulder and ran down the mountain road with brisk steps.

In his shoulder bag were some of his clothes changing and the 50,000 yuan he had saved after working on the construction site this year and a half.

When he was eight years old, Zhan Tian's parents passed away in a major car accident. Since then, he has been fostering his uncle's house.

At my uncle's family, there was also a cousin who was five years older than him and a cousin who was two years younger than him. So after Zhantian graduated from junior high school, he insisted on giving up the college entrance examination despite his uncle and aunt's opposition and went around to work.

My uncle and aunt are both authentic farmers, and the main source of income in the family is the little money I earned when my uncle worked in a construction site in big cities during the slack season.

In this era, fewer and fewer young people are willing to work on construction sites. Since the reform and opening up, migrant workers born in the 50s, 60s and 70s who have supported the rapid development of the construction industry have gradually grown old and can no longer bear continuous heavy physical labor. Therefore, in recent years, the labor shortage at construction sites has been continuing, and wage levels have also risen again and again.

But even so, relying solely on the income from farming and working on the construction site, it is simply unbearable for this family to maintain a life and support two elderly people and three children to go to school!

Looking at my uncle's waist that was gradually unable to straighten and his gray hair, Zhan Tian quietly left the mountain village and traveled to major cities to work and make money.

Zhan Tian, ​​who graduated from junior high school and had good health and learned some construction skills from his uncle, chose the construction site without hesitation and became a young migrant worker in the new era.

And this has been happening for nearly six years.

...

The weather in summer always changes very quickly.

Less than halfway through the rugged mountain road, the sky quickly darkened.

"Boom!"

With the sound of muffled thunder, raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky and hit the mountain road with crackling sounds.

Zhan Tian quickly accelerated his pace and flew towards the mountain village.

Soon, the raindrops became extremely dense, quickly wet his clothes.

Not far ahead, a huge willow tree with a diameter of seventy or eighty centimeters was reflected in his eyes.

On the willow branches that flutter in the wind, there are many red ribbons dancing wildly in the wind along with the green willow branches.

On the mountain wall next to the huge willow tree, there are also silver hooks painted with iron and silver, engraved with four big words "Whispers of Willow God"!

Running the sky in three steps at once and then quickly run under the willow tree.

Unzip the shoulder bag, empty the thin plastic bag containing several packs of "haired" tea leaves, then take out the phone in the pocket, wrap it in a plastic bag, and stuff it in the middle of the clothes.

"Click!"

A thunder exploded beside him and the old willow tree, trembling in his ears, making a buzzing sound!

Zhan Tian was shocked and hurriedly picked up his backpack and wanted to leave the willow tree.

At this moment, another lightning bolt as thick as a bucket fell from the sky and was hitting the tall willow tree with twisted branches!

"Boom!"

The huge willow tree suddenly turned into a ball of blazing light, completely covering the area within a radius of more than ten meters!

Zhan Tian’s last thought was that he suddenly remembered that according to the legend of the old people in the village, the ancient willow tree at the entrance of the village would be destroyed by lightning every dozens or hundreds of years, and then new buds would be sprouted again in the coming year!

Therefore, the elderly villagers call this willow tree "Lu Shen!"
Chapter completed!