Memorandum of Understanding of the Heavens and Worlds

Chapter 199 A Letter
I took a black car to the bottom of the mountain, and there was still a section of mountain road that was not easy to walk. When Lin Zhihui arrived at the entrance of the village, the sun was already slightly westward, and the village had not changed much. He was carrying two cigarettes and two bottles bought in the town. Drinking wine, he went straight to the village chief's house with several large tile-roofed houses.

Standing at the gate of his courtyard to enjoy the cool air, the village head saw Lin Zhihui, who was wearing a denim T-shirt and had a good demeanor in front of him, like those actors on TV, he didn't dare to recognize him for a long time.

When he let people into the main room, the old village head had already regarded Lin Zhihui as those comrades from the countryside, not the stubborn young man who kept calling his wife to make tea and snacks, very enthusiastic, when Lin Zhihui brought the wine The cigarettes were placed on the table, and the smile on the old man's face became more sincere.

It's not entirely because of the rarity of these things, the key is that Lin Zhihui is doing well outside at first sight, and such a gift makes him feel very face-saving.

I still respect Li Zhihui, the old village chief. If he hadn’t been a bowl of water and hadn’t let his second uncle and the others mess around, he might not have had the opportunity to go to college. Now he might be moving bricks on a construction site, so how could he Have a stable life like this now.

"You came back quite quickly. I thought it would be delayed for a few days." The old village chief looked Li Zhihui up and down with a cigarette bag and pot in his hand: "It's hard to come back, why don't you stay for a while."

"I'm busy at work, so I really can't leave." Lin Zhihui smiled and said that he only took one day off and planned to return to the county tonight.

As if he was not surprised by Lin Zhihui's answer, the old village chief sighed vaguely, and without further persuasion, got up and took out a letter from the drawer of the desk next to him.

"Did you meet your second uncle?" The village head handed the letter to Lin Zhihui, hesitating for a moment and said: "Recently, the county is expropriating land, and the area of ​​your house has been drawn in, and it will definitely be compensated by then. Fenqian, your uncle's lands belonged to your name, although the transfer documents were signed back then, but they were not up to standard, if you have the heart, I can decide to return the land to you."

Lin Zhihui looked down at the envelope in his hand. When he heard the old village chief's words, he raised his head and said, "I have heard about this. Since I have given up what I have given up, I will naturally not ask for it again. You can handle it according to the rules." good."

"We're all one family. Why bother to be so stiff." The old village chief seemed to want to say something, but thinking of what happened back then, it's no wonder that Lin Zhihui's heart was cold, he couldn't help but shut his mouth, and just shook his head and sighed.

Declined by the old village head's enthusiastic persuasion, Lin Zhihui left. In order to avoid curious villagers, he deliberately walked around the village. After 20 minutes, his figure appeared on the road leading to the back mountain.

There is a sloping land on the west side of the back mountain, with good Fengshui, it has been the cemetery of the village since ancient times.

Lin Zhihui arrived at the place without much effort, and without looking at the new grave next to him, he took out the paper and joss sticks he had bought earlier from the storage space, lit them in front of his uncle's grave, and made a simple worship.

A gust of wind passed by, and the burnt black ashes fluttered in the sky like a butterfly. Lin Zhihui stood on a big rock near the cliff on the hillside, looking at the sparkling river below.

After a moment of distraction, he took out the letter and held it in his hand.

When his parents left, he was still young, and when he got older, he realized that there were no graves of his parents here. He only knew that they were killed on the way out, so no one was alive or dead.

In his memory, there is basically no impression of his parents, and he still has some hazy thoughts when he was young, but in the passage of more than twenty years, it has gradually faded away.

The wind-blown paper coughed loudly, and Lin Zhihui looked down at the somewhat blurred writing on it.

Now he is suddenly told that his parents are not dead but missing, and there is a great possibility that they are still alive, which makes him feel a little bit at a loss for a while.

Lin Zhihui took a deep breath. At the beginning, he left the land where he was born and raised with determination. He thought that he would never set foot here again, but returning home this time was not as difficult as he imagined. Although there are countless sorrows and pains, it also bears his happy childhood here. Looking at the familiar green trees and rivers in front of him, breathing the fresh air in the mountains, Lin Zhihui couldn't help but feel a little dazed, as if he had returned to the carefree world. in the age of worry.

However, he is no longer the boy who was unable to grasp his destiny because he was young. He is still young and has countless dreams and ambitions to realize, and he has no time to immerse himself in the entanglements and hatreds of the past.

Holding the letter in his hand, Lin Zhihui suddenly felt inexplicably relaxed. He could finally cut off all expectations for this place, return to his own world, continue to struggle without any worries, and break out of his own world. A world.

At this moment, Lin Zhihui suddenly had another understanding and perception of his hometown, and couldn't help but think of the stories about his hometown entrusted by the mountain god of the western border before, and these things could just be written into his stories.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhihui immediately took out his mobile phone and recorded all the thoughts that were lingering in his heart at this time. Then he exhaled a long breath, shouted a few times to the silent mountains and rivers, turned around and walked down the mountain with a relaxed mind. Walk with ease.

……

Lin Zhihui completed his homecoming trip without anyone knowing.

As soon as he returned to Tonghai City, he couldn't wait to start working, revising the outline he had written before, and integrating his thoughts and feelings into the experience of the Western Mountain God. So desperate to write as well as I can.

……

Somewhere in fairyland.

Among the pavilions surrounded by haze.

On the white jade table, there are all kinds of delicacies and fruits, as well as rare fairy wine from Yaochi.

Several immortals sat around, but they didn't exchange cups and recite poems as they did in the past. Instead, they all remained silent and focused on the small light curtain in front of them.

"It's so strange, how can I analyze my mood so thoroughly." "A fairy in a black robe and a bluestone crown on his head shook his head and sighed, almost dancing, the long robe The sleeve flicked, and the wine glass in front of him was poured, and the amber liquid splashed out, but no one paid attention to it, as if this rare fairy wine suddenly turned into muddy water in a river pond .

"In this way, even though I have never met him before, this person is indeed my bosom friend." The black-robed immortal raised his head and said with a sigh.

"What Brother Xijie said is absolutely true." Sitting next to him, the immortal with two eyebrows nodded and said: "Especially the part about homesickness and timidity is handled very appropriately. The writing is simple and sincere, and you can't help but feel happy when you read it. It’s so refreshing.”

(End of this chapter)