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Do you know what impresses a person the most?

It's not flowery language, nor is it a moving action, but the kind of back that doesn't say anything and has been silently sticking to it.

That back, condensed with thousands of words and actions, can hit your soul in an instant.

Persistence is the most impressive.

The three of them, from morning to six o'clock in the evening, turned on an incandescent lamp with a low wattage in the house, adding a touch of human touch to this hard mountain.

During this period, the three of them ate the compressed biscuits they brought, and drank less mineral water when they were thirsty.

They also knew that it would take a long time to impress this more stubborn villager.

It's just that this protracted battle has been fought for a bit long.

...

The morning light is faint, and the insects and birds in the mountains and forests awaken the vitality and hope of this day.

But what brought to this village was not hope, but the hopelessness of one lonely lone lone after another.

They are deep in the mountains, their children are not around, and they rely on their meager income and vitality to maintain the survival of the family.

What's even more odious is that there are also merchants, who use their last bit of income.

The poisoned man opened the door of his house, carrying a hoe and preparing to go up the mountain to farm, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw that the three people from yesterday were still sitting at his door.

A trace of consternation flashed on the man's dark face, and then he frowned and reprimanded, "Why are you still here!" ”

The three of them turned their heads when they heard the sound, because they had been sitting for too long, and the three of them sat on the ground one by one, and then got up from the ground in pain.

The feeling of numbness and electric shock all over my body.

"Uncle, if you don't tell us the truth, we won't leave." Zhou Zhou insisted.

The man frowned, passed them directly, and said nothing.

The three of them looked at each other and followed the man.

A middle-aged man's family lived in this area, and it took about three kilometers of mountain roads to reach the dry land of the man's house.

There are no weeds, and the vegetables are neatly arranged, and they are carefully taken care of at a glance.

The man took up the hoe and reclaimed another field overgrown with weeds, silently, like a serious father when he was a child, and when you see him, he always has a straight face.

"Uncle, your body shouldn't do this." Zhang Ranran pinched his waist with both hands, panting slightly.

Damn, she hadn't slept all night, and after walking for so long on the mountain road, she felt like she was going to die here!

"I don't do it, no one does it." The man bowed his head to weeding and said in a deep voice.

Facing the loess with its back to the sky, with the surrounding green waters and green mountains, it forms a picture of hard-working farmers.

If this is just a piece of news, then everyone should have a good time with this villager.

But unsatisfactorily, they are here to expose the ugliness of this place.

"I'll do it for you." Cui Jun said, stepped forward and took the man's hoe. "I also worked on the farm when I was a child, so I can still order it more or less."

The man was robbed of his tools, stood aside lonely, and then said, "Don't think that in this way, I will tell you about our village." ”

"What's going on in your village?" Zhang Ranran bared his teeth.

Man:...

"Uncle, we don't know what to call you until now." Cui Jun asked while weeding.

The man wiped the sweat from his head, stood aside, and said to them, "Zhang Junhong." ”

"What about your family? Have children? Cui Jun continued to ask, on that side, Zhang Ranran and Zhou Zhou had already gone to the side to play.

Running happily, shouting, shouting at the mountains, completely forgetting their mission.

Zhang Junhong looked at the two girls who were playing happily, and a trace of longing flashed in his vicissitudes of life.

"My child, who is the same age as you, works outside the home and hasn't been back for two years. Before, she also liked to run on it. Zhang Junhong recalled.

Cui Jun did not answer, but changed direction and continued to work with a hoe.

"We are not like your big city here, our baby is not as educated as you, the family is poor, and the whole family has to eat, so we can only go out to work." Zhang Junhong continued.

He seemed to have found someone to talk to, looked at the mountain in front of him, and said expressionlessly.

"Uncle Zhang, we are all part-time workers." Cui Jun held his hoe and said to Zhang Junhong, that ordinary but sunny appearance did not hinder his handsomeness at all.

He said to Zhang Junhong: "We also left our hometown and left our parents, sometimes for our dreams, sometimes to make a lot of money. Sometimes, we wonder if it is right to leave our parents. ”

When Zhang Junhong heard this, his heart moved.

It turned out that the children's idea was like this.

He only thought about what the parents thought when the children left their parents, but he didn't know what the children who left home thought.

"Then don't leave. Since it's hard outside, why do you have to go outside. Zhang Junhong asked, seemingly with a little emotion.

It can be seen that he very much disagrees with the child leaving home.

Cui Jun smiled, against the light, his whole person was bathed in the sunshine of the mountain.

"But uncle, if we don't go out to work, we won't be able to make a lot of money, we won't be able to earn a lot of money, we can't sell a house to our parents, we can't buy health care products for our parents, and we can't give them money when they need it without pressure."

When Zhang Junhong heard this, his eyes were slightly hot, and he turned his head back and said softly: "What we want is not your money." ”

It's just a companion, a lively morning when you get up in the morning and ask you to get up, and you want a family that can still be together despite many contradictions.

Not every time I come home, I'm alone with a lamp, four walls, and cold furniture.

When Cui Jun heard this, his heart suddenly soured, and he couldn't help but think of his parents.

"Uncle Zhang, this is a contradictory topic. People can't live in this world without money, children want to give their parents a rich living environment, parents want their children to be around, these two can only choose one. Just like Zhangjia Village, aren't you so silent about the affairs of the village just to earn a little more money and let your children have less pressure? ”

Zhang Junhong was stunned for a long time and didn't speak for a long time.

Cui Jun smiled, wiped his sweat, and continued to weed.

The sun moved from the east to the center, and the grass in the wasteland was almost gone.

Zhou Zhou and Zhang Ranran came back from playing, and saw that the work was done, so Zhang Ranran bared his teeth and said to Zhang Junhong: "Uncle, can we go to your house for a meal?" Just for the sake of this stupid big weeder, how about it? ”

Xu is Zhang Ranran is too lively, which makes a shy smile flash on the face of this dull middle-aged man.

"There are no vegetables, they are all home-grown, can you eat them habitually?" Zhang Junhong was a little embarrassed to speak.

The simple peasant always wants to take out the best of his home to entertain guests, but unfortunately, he is overstretched.

"Oh, you don't know, we were so hungry last night that we almost broke through the window into your house to steal something to eat!" Zhang Ranran said with a smile.

Zhang Junhong also smiled, and his innocent dark smile was engraved in Cui Jun's invisible camera.