The car did not pass by Beijing, but passed through Hebei Province after taking Tangshan and Tianjin. It took a straight line that was much closer than the train line. It quickly entered Henan Province and arrived in Zhengzhou before dark to rest.

It was already the night of the eighth day of the lunar month. I drove all the way from Shancheng. The four people in the car were already exhausted. After a simple dinner, everyone went to bed early because they had to go on the road tomorrow morning after resting for a night.

Two drivers who took turns driving were sleeping next door. Lin Ziwen and Li Yongshun lived in the same bed. Li Yongshun was already snoring. Lin Ziwen lay on his side on his bed but couldn't sleep. He was about to return to his hometown in his previous life, which had been away for more than ten years. Lin Ziwen felt a little nervous. Will it still look like it in his memory?

All night, Lin Ziwen spent the rest of her sleep and tossing and turning. After leaving the next day, she took a nap in the back seat along the way. She drove from Shancheng. The Audi car was covered in snow and snow. Except for the place where the wipers could brush on the front windshield, the whole Audi car was covered in dust and mud. The two drivers along the way did not know how many times they had shown their driver's licenses, and the drawers were filled with tickets and various payment receipts. Li Yongshun joked that the tickets that crossed Henan Province alone were enough to pay for two sleeper tickets to sit in Shancheng to Shiyan.

This time, because I wanted to keep the purpose secret, Lin Ziwen lies countless lies and deceived her parents first and then Bai Hong. Because she didn't buy a sleeper ticket from Shancheng to Beijing, Lin Ziwen simply stopped taking the train, borrowed Guo Degang's ride, and borrowed the two long-distance drivers from the beauty salon, Xiao Guo, cousin, Li Yongshun and the driver on the bus, were all deceived by Lin Ziwen by the way.

In this way, Lin Ziwen, who concealed her purpose for various reasons such as investigation, going out to play, seeing a friend, purchasing things, etc., finally arrived in Shiyan, Hubei late at night on the ninth day of the lunar month. At night, Lin Ziwen gave the two drivers a day off tomorrow and asked Li Yongshun to go to bed early and get up early, and to go out for fun with him tomorrow.

The nouveau riche often does something strange. Li Yongshun, who was used to, didn't ask any more questions all night. The next morning, the two got up early, went to the auto repair factory not far from the guesthouse to pick up the car that had been cleaned and repaired, and drove straight to Shaanxi.

Huangyuan Town was once a place with no control, with a few small streets with a population of three or five hundred households. His life was a mediocre person. Except for when collecting taxes, few people could remember that after the liberation of this place, Huangyuan Town, which has been unable to figure out which province it belongs to, was under the jurisdiction of Shaanxi Province. In fact, it is located at the junction of Shaanxi and Hubei. Although it is about the same distance from Ankang and Shiyan, because it is separated by mountains, the transportation between Hubei and Hubei is more convenient.

Li Yongshun thought Lin Ziwen had read too many martial arts novels, but when he thought of going around Wudang Mountain, Lin Ziwen pointed in the opposite direction. After walking northwest to the destination, Li Yongshun heard Lin Ziwen say something wrong, but when he spoke out his questions, Lin Ziwen had already turned a deaf ear to his words and got off the car directly.

"Ziwen, you came from the mountain city from afar, just wanting to get into such a place where rabbits don't poop?" Li Yongshun looked outside the car in disbelief.

Lin Ziwen was stomping her feet and was still active. It took her a long time to deal with him: "I heard that the Roujiamo in Shaanxi is good. At noon, you can try it nearby. I'm leaving."

Li Yongshun, a Roujiamo, has heard of Shaanxi? Li Yongshun said why is this place Shaanxi? Why does it sound like Hubei’s accent?

"Hey? Hey" Seeing that Lin Ziwen had already walked quite far, Li Yongshun hurriedly stuck his head out of the car window and shouted: "Where are you going? Don't I have to follow you anymore? When will I come back?"

"I don't know when you just play with the car. Let's see you here." Lin Ziwen said and turned around from the corner in front and left.

This kid is doing such an inexplicable thing again. Li Yongshun muttered and leaned his car to the side of the road and parked the town. He gave people a calm feeling. Li Yongshun felt that there was no need to worry about the traffic police causing trouble for his car. Since he came, he would be safe. Didn’t the nouveau riche say that the roujiamo here is good? Li Yongshun got off the car and looked around. There was a restaurant on the street in front of him that looked good. Go in and try it.

The familiar streets, familiar pedestrians, the vague memories gradually became clear as they walked beneath their feet. Even the gentle breeze and the air mixed with various smells made Lin Ziwen's heart beat faster. Looking up at the white clouds in the blue sky, stepping on the brown-black land moistened by the spring rain, Lin Ziwen's eyes gradually covered with mist, and he silently said in his heart, I'm back

The Audi car stopped at the entrance of the town. Lin Ziwen walked slowly. Not far from the main street of this small town that carries his memories for nearly 20 years is his former home. Lin Ziwen felt that he was a wanderer who had been wandering for many years. After waiting for so many years, he finally got home.

The big willow tree at the entrance of the alley and the memory has not changed at all. The old man selling snacks under the willow tree and his wheelbarrow, and the bottles and jars on the stall overlapped Lin Ziwen's memories. Lin Ziwen thought he had forgotten all of this, but it was not until then that I realized that everything was clearly remembered. The old man's fake glass eye, the attractive orange candy in the bottle, had already increased the price to a dime persimmon cake, and everything had not changed.

Lin Ziwen speeds up, Japanese store, state-owned grain store, barber shop, Liu Laizi's family, and then walks through the Zhao Dapeng's family, which is half apart from other houses. It is the old house he has lived in for twenty years.

However, just after walking past Zhao Dapeng's house, the big brown iron gate and the barking of the watchdog in front of him woke up Lin Ziwen who was looking for dreams, where did this big iron gate and black dog come from? Lin Ziwen was shocked and suspicious because his grandfather refused. He never raised a dog at home. Later, this habit was preserved. He never raised a dog at home, but where did this dog come from?

There is also this big iron gate. Haven’t my family always used wooden doors? When I think about it carefully, this courtyard wall is not consistent with my memory. Why do many iron wires with spikes appear on it?

The black dog at home barked for a long time, and no one came out of the house. It seemed that no one was at home. Lin Ziwen hesitated and didn't know what to do. He had discovered many different places in this place that was once his home. There were several tall trees growing in the yard where vegetables were originally planted every year. Although they are still bare, from the pruned branches, they should be fruit trees. You can tell at a glance that these trees have grown here for a long time. There are also the yard of Zhao Dapeng's next door. The poplar tree that he often climbed up to play when he was a child was gone. I remember that the tree was sawed down by Zhao Dapeng, who used wood to make furniture when he was a married man. But now Zhao Dapeng should have just gone to vocational high school. It should have been several years of history in the yard, which is very different from his memory in his previous life.

I asked someone to find out if there was no one from home. Lin Ziwen walked to the side and knocked on the door of Zhao Dapeng's house. The rotten iron film hanging on the wooden door of Zhao Dapeng's house was still there. After a few knocks, he heard someone in the room in the yard shouting. Then, with a bang, a tall and thin person ran out.

"Who are you looking for?" Zhao Dapeng thought that his classmates came to play, but he saw a strange boy standing outside the gate of the yard. He seemed to be a little younger than him, and his temperament seemed maturer than him, but he was very handsome and didn't know him.

Lin Ziwen recognized Zhao Dapeng at a glance. Although Lin Zhiwen had an ordinary relationship with him in his previous life, he could not recognize what his neighbors looked like for more than 20 years.

"Well... I'm here to find the family next door, but unfortunately no one is at home. I want to ask you." Although I really want to talk to Zhao Dapeng, Lin Ziwen still suppressed his thoughts and asked about what he cares most about first.

"Do you know Lao Liu? Or who are their family?" Zhao Dapeng asked while looking at the stranger. There were few people from other places in the town, and the local peers were not as good as Zhao Dapeng didn't know. There were strangers coming to find neighbors, which made him very strange.

"Old Liu?" Although Lin Ziwen was mentally prepared, she was still stunned on the spot: "Isn't this family's surname Lin?"

"Submit Lin? Do you know the one who was named Lin who lived here before?" Zhao Dapeng frowned while opening the door: "His family has moved away for more than ten years, don't you know?"

"Have you moved away?" Lin Ziwen was surprised and asked quickly: "How long have you moved? Why are you moving away? Where are you moving..."

Zhao Dapeng quickly waved his hand to interrupt the stranger's series of questions and answered in a highly generalized sentence: "In 1985, Uncle Lin was promoted and his family moved to Ankang."

Seeing this strange boy opening his mouth to ask, Zhao Dapeng said patiently: "There is a family that hasn't returned to the town for seven or eight years. I heard that Uncle Lin was a good official in the past few years, but later he insisted on going to the poor county to help him. There has been no news in the past few years."

Lin Ziwen was stunned after hearing this. In his memory, his father was an honest and dedicated worker. He had only served the biggest position in the factory and was just a small director. Why can't the butterfly effect be effective anywhere else? Even the acne on Zhao Dapeng's face changed its position, but when the breeze blew to his home, it turned into a hurricane, squirting the whole family away?
Chapter completed!