Half an hour later, Pingsu Village.

The RV stopped at the entrance of the village, and from a distance, in the sun at four o'clock in the afternoon, it was a gray and yellow village.

A glimmer of light poured from the clouds over the overly quiet and serene land, and the only sound of the wind was heard except for a few birdsongs.

The scene in front of me is no different from 14 years ago.

Yan Shiqi's memory is a little vague, it's not that he has forgotten it, but it is no longer clear.

At the age of ten, although she is sensible, she is still a child in the end, if she hadn't stood here in person, maybe she would never have remembered the details of the summer camp in her life.

In my mind, it is just a mottled outline of memory, and only when I revisit the old place, I can weave hazy impression fragments little by little.

She stood at the door of the RV, the damp ground beneath her feet, because no one had visited for a long time, and a path leading to the village was overgrown with weeds.

What struck her as strange was that there didn't seem to be any traces of any development here.

She wanted to ask, but the man had already taken her hand and stepped into the path step by step, Mu Yi and another bodyguard walked in front, and the weeds on the ground were flattened by them one after another.

The man walked calmly beside him, holding her by the hand and telling her to be careful about her steps from time to time.

At the entrance of the village, the wooden board erected on the ground can hardly see any traces of the font under the alternation of the sun and the moon, and only the word 'ping' is faintly left.

She looked at the depressed scenery around her, the green weeds kept brushing the hem of her pants, and the dew wet the hem of her pants, making it look more and more desolate and bleak.

"Fourth brother, hasn't construction started here yet?" When he arrived at the first dilapidated house in the east of the village, Yan Shiqi finally expressed the doubts in his heart.

The low-slung houses stand on the edge of this isolated village, with several weed-covered forks leading to different houses and narrow alleys.

As the trail gradually widened in the middle of the village, the man paused slowly, stared at a hilly terraced field in front of the village, and did not answer her question.

After stopping for a moment, I heard him speak in a calm voice: "The activities of Licheng No. 2 Primary School are in that terrace, right?"

Yan Shiqi took his hand and looked side by side with him, in the field of vision, the evenly distributed terraced fields had long dried up into mud ponds, and the terraced fields from top to bottom seemed to exude loneliness and loneliness.

The memories that exist deep in the mind are like a torrent that has opened the floodgates, and catharsis rushes out.

There was light in Yan Shiqi's eyes, as bright as a flowing galaxy, and he nodded a little excitedly, "Yes, yes, it's over there." When I got off the bus, I remember that the teacher first took us to the vicinity of the rice terraces, and my photo was taken at that time. ”

After the words fell, she paused, and added with a smile: "Later, when the teacher took us into the village, I was very excited. Because I have lived in the city since I was a child, I have never seen a real village. ”

In the summer of that year, at the age of ten, she was not as steady and dignified as she is now.

Maybe it was because the curiosity was too serious, or maybe it was too novel for the unknown, she followed the group more and more slowly, a pair of watery eyes kept looking around.

The picture at that time gradually overlapped with the present.

Dilapidated tiled houses and muddy dirt roads, as well as children with mud rolled in their trouser legs, spied on their group of outsiders from behind the cracks in the doors.

At a young age, she first set foot in such an overly real village life.

It is very different from everything she has experienced since she was a child, and the memory is still noisy, with the mountain breeze mixed with the fragrance of grass, the scenery in front of her gradually covers the picture scroll in the memory.