Bionic Era

　　 Leaving the city.

　　 The road in the suburbs is fairly smooth.

　　 It's hard to say a little further.

　　 Many roads have potholes and potholes. In the early years, they were repaired wherever they were broken. Later, I didn't know if there was no funding or what happened. No one came to repair them.

　　 So the roads in those towns are very bad.

　　 Jiang Xiaonian was sitting in the long-distance bus back to town.

　　 The drizzle hit the glass windows, blurring the familiar scenery outside.

　　 He wiped the back of his neck, and now there is no bleeding. It is not easy to take out the tracking chip.

　　 Sitting next to him is an old man with dark skin and a little dry and cracked hands.

　　 There is a pocket under the seat that keeps moving.

　　 "Master, your chicken is going to be suffocated. Let's open a hole in the bag."

　　 "It's okay, just kill it when it gets to the ground."

　　 Uncle smiled, showing a row of blackened yellow teeth.

　　 "Where is the young man, are you married?"

　　 This old coach is walking on a bumpy road.

　　 The car body trembles a few times from time to time, and makes a sour sound, making people suspect that this old bone will fall apart at any time.

　　 I don’t know how long it took before the car finally arrived in that dilapidated town.

　　 When a place is forgotten by time, the biggest advantage is that no matter how long you go back, it will look like that, as if you have been standing in the depths of the years waiting for you.

　　 Jiang Xiaonian got off the long-distance bus.

　　 He took a deep breath of dust and car exhaust, feeling that everything was still so familiar.

　　 The barbecue stall on the side of the street is still there, but the boss has changed.

The breakfast shop at the end of the street is still open, and now it also serves lunch and dinner.

　　He came to the passenger terminal in the town and called for a motorcycle.

"where to?"

　　 "Minshui Village."

　　 "It's a bit far, it's not easy to walk there."

　　 "I'll give more money."

　　 "Sure, come up."

　　 There is still a long way from the small town to the village.

　　On weekdays, only when we go to the market, will there be old vans driving from the town to various small villages to pick up people.

　　 When I was young, Jiang Xiaonian once told the old man.

　　 One day when he becomes rich, he will build a big school in the village.

　　 He never became rich enough.

　　 But he fulfilled his promise and built a primary school.

　　 and left a sum of money to hire teachers, even though the small village now has fewer and fewer children of the right age.

　　 The motorcycle reached the entrance of the village.

　　 Jiang Xiaonian did not see the primary school.

　　 He only saw a pile of broken bricks and rubble, and lush grass.

　　 "Xiao Nian?"

　　 Someone stood at the entrance of the village and recognized Jiang Xiaonian.

　　 That person is the current village head, Jiang Yong, that is, the child who went to the town to study instead of Jiang Xiaonian.

　　 "What's the matter, where is the school?" Jiang Xiaonian asked, pointing to the ruins buried deep in the grass.

　　 "The school...it...the wind and rain were relatively heavy in the previous days..." Jiang Yong hesitated.

　　 "Don't talk nonsense with me, all the materials are selected by me personally, unless this piece of land collapses, otherwise the school will not fall!" Jiang Xiaonian felt suffocated in his heart and guessed something.

"Xiao Nian, you calm down." Jiang Yong pulled Jiang Xiaonian's sleeves and whispered: "Our village was reported once, and it was determined to be poor. Every year, you have money to get it. Your school... it looks too It's in the way, it's not shabby enough, you know...we can't help it."

　　 "Does it look shabby enough?"

　　 Jiang Xiaonian took a deep breath, he should have heard it right.

　　 He always thought he was smart enough.

　　 All the truths in this world can be understood at a glance.

　　 But this truth.

　　 He doesn’t understand, and doesn’t want to understand!

　　 "Why? Why can't you look a little longer?" Jiang Xiaonian gritted his teeth and grabbed Jiang Yong's skirt, every word seemed to pop out of his teeth.

"Xiao Nian, there are not many people in our village reading now. What's the use of reading that book? Not everyone is as smart as you. It is enough to know a few words. Anyway, they are going to go out to work in the end." Jiang Yong persuaded in a low voice.

　　 "What's the use of reading? You...Why do you ask this kind of question?"

　　 Jiang Xiaonian looked angry, and blue veins appeared on his forehead.

　　 He let go of Jiang Yong's shirt, took a few steps back, and turned to look at the familiar small village.

　　 has not changed.

　　 hasn't changed at all!

　　 "What about the money?!" He turned his head and stared at Jiang Yong's eyes, "Don't you have money every year? Why hasn't everything changed? Tell me, why?"

　　 "Money..." Jiang Yong lowered his head slightly, avoiding Jiang Xiaonian's gaze, "Just...every Chinese New Year, buy some rice noodles, oil and so on...send it to everyone's home."

　　 Jiang Xiaonian rushed forward and grabbed Jiang Yong's skirt again.

"How much money should have been? How much has been left in the town? How much has been left in your own pocket?" He was furious. He looked like a very knowledgeable young man on weekdays, but now he looks like an angry one. lion.

　　 "Xiao Nian, calm down... everyone in the village agreed to demolish that school."

　　 "Xiao Nian, where are you going?"

　　 "Don't be impulsive..."

　　 Jiang Xiaonian loosened his shirt.

The expression on 　　's face seemed to be angry and disappointed.

　　 He stumbled back a few steps, turned his head and looked at the elementary school that had turned into a wasteland.

　　 Every brick, every tile there was earned by him when he was studying, staying up late to do projects for others, and earning every cent.

　　 But he always felt that the money was not enough.

　　 He got twisted for that little money.

　　 For that little money, he can figure out Li Jian to raise himself.

　　 Because he thinks everything is worth it.

　　 As long as he gets enough resources, he can change the world.

　　 For this reason, it is acceptable to pay a little sacrifice, even if the sacrifice is his closest person.

　　 "I'll meet Mr. Yi Jian."

　　 Jiang Xiaonian's voice trembled a little, but he suppressed it hard, trying to appear calm as possible. .

　　 He ignored Jiang Yong's voice behind him and turned and left.

　　 The old man’s tomb is on the mountainside not far away.

　　 The yellow vegetation covers the head of the grave.

　　 No one came to clean.

　　 Jiang Xiaonian stood on the grass, the sky was gloomy, and the continuous drizzle wet his hair.

　　 This gentleman counts one person who treats him nicely in this world, his father counts one, and Li Jian counts one.

　　 The first two are dead.

　　 "Sir, I thought I could change the world, but I...not even a village."

　　He stood in front of the tomb for a long time.

　　From beginning to end, he didn't step into the village again.

　　 It's getting late.

　　 The dark night and rain swallowed the young man's turning away figure.

　　 Many of the towns have not changed.

　　 has also changed a bit.

　　 For example, in recent years ~www.NovelMTL.com~ a seven-story building has risen from the ground.

　　The first and second floors and the top floor are the same hotel, and the other floors are for accommodation.

　　 said that it was the mayor who took great pains to invite investors from other places to drive the development of the entire town.

　　 This night, billowing smoke came out of the private room of the hotel on the top floor.

　　 The flames soared into the sky.

　　The fine rainwater didn't play any role.

　　 Jiang Xiaonian sat on the roof, expressionless, his wet hair pressed to his face.

　　 The height of a seven-story building, with his feet hanging in the air, a normal person has already retracted in fright.

　　 But he didn't.

　　 He listened to those fat-eared things downstairs, crying for help in despair, without any comfort in his heart.

　　 is very calm.

　　 was as calm as if he was dead.

　　 So he jumped.

　　 The imaginary sense of weightlessness did not come.

　　 One hand grabbed him, Lu Wen's hand.

　　 "Death is not the best way to cleanse sins."

　　 "I am not guilty!"

　　……

　　Good night, all book friends.

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