C1 I'll Return to My Hometown after Graduation
A gentle breeze blew mischievously on the yellow dirt road.
A three-wheeled motorcycle rushed forward with a whistling sound. The rugged road made it jump like a frog. Liu Zhenhua was really worried that the three-wheeled motorcycle that took him back to the Fallen Mountain Village would pierce through the surrounding yellow dust and rush into the nearby ravine.
Liu Zhenhua patted the yellow dirt off his body and carried his light luggage to the village.
When he was in his third year of high school, his parents died of illness. It was the villagers of the Fallen Mountain Village who raised him up.
Back then, the village chief Song Min had called for the villagers to fund him. One kilogram of rice, one kilogram of vegetables, and one set of clothes allowed Liu Zhenhua to live a full life.
His high school tuition fees were also from the villagers. Liu Zhenhua knew that he had received too much from the Luoshan Village.
After getting into a key province university, Liu Zhenhua had not only worked hard at school, but also applied for all kinds of scholarship and even worked part-time to study. He wanted to return the favor to the Luoshan Village after graduation.
When he was about to graduate, Song Min called him and said that he was not in good health and could not be the village director. He hoped that Liu Zhenhua, the only university student in the Fallen Mountain Village, could come back to be the village director and lead the villagers out of poverty.
Liu Zhenhua firmly agreed and decided to return to the Fallen Mountain Village to be the village director after graduation, so that everyone could live a prosperous life.
Liu Zhenhua's house was a two-bedroom tile house. In order to save money, he left home before school and only returned home during the winter and summer holidays. Usually, the house was cleaned by Song Min.
"Eh, there's someone in the house?"
Liu Zhenhua looked at the house in surprise. The Luoshan Village was the poorest village in the county. In the past few years, he had never heard of any theft in the village.
It was not that the thief did not dare to come, but the Luoshan Village did not have anything to steal.
His family was the poorest in the Luoshan Village, and there was nothing to steal.
Just as Liu Zhenhua was wondering, a girl ran out of the house. She had a pretty face, big watery eyes, a graceful figure, and a long black ponytail, which made his eyes light up.
"Brother Zhenhua, you're back." The beautiful girl smiled sweetly at Liu Zhenhua, like a fleeting flower.
Liu Zhenhua recognized that this was the youngest daughter of the Song Family, called Song Lifang. Two years ago, after she failed the college entrance examination, she had been working at home.
"Lifang, why are you here?" Liu Zhenhua found it strange.
Song Lifang smiled and said, "My dad said that you will be back in two days. He asked me to come over and help clean up your room. I didn't expect you to be back so soon."
"Thank you so much." Liu Zhenhua gratefully walked into the room and packed up the things in the room.
The news that Liu Zhenhua wanted to return to the village to be the village director spread in the Fallen Mountain Village. Many villagers did not understand.
"Did Zhenhua make a mistake in the provincial capital? Why did he run back to the village?"
"Yes. I heard that he works in the provincial capital. He has 5,000 yuan a month. He has 60,000 yuan a year."
"It seems that something has happened to him."
When Song Min heard that Liu Zhenhua had come back, he invited him over for a meal.
Song Min's house was a two-story high house. Although the outer wall of the house was not covered with tiles and was only covered with black pure cement, it was considered a first-class house in the Luoshan Village.
There were two dishes on the dining table in the small living room. Song Lifang was still busy in the kitchen.
Song Min pointed at the white wine on the table and said, "Zhenhua, come, let's have a drink."
"Uncle Song, I don't know how to drink." Liu Zhenhua shook his head.
During his time in university, it was already good enough for him to eat. How could he have the money to drink?
"You are going to be the village director. You can't not drink it. Come, drink a little first. This is the real countryside rice wine that I brewed myself." Song Min laughed loudly.
There were 325 households in the mountain village, a total of 1641 people. There were 308 households that met the national standards.
Song Min knew how to make wine. His eldest son worked in the county, and his second son did some small business in the town. His family had been out of poverty since a long time ago.
"Uncle Song, aren't you feeling unwell? Why are you still drinking?" Liu Zhenhua looked at Song Min strangely. Song Min pointed at his legs and sighed. "This is an old problem. It's not convenient for you to walk. Sometimes, you can drink some wine to stimulate your blood. I have already helped you sign up for the village director's matter. Tomorrow, the leaders of the town will come and hold an election."
Originally, the village director had a salary every month. Although he did not have much money and a few hundred dollars a month, there was an unwritten rule in the town that if a poor village did not complete half of the poverty alleviation mission last year, this year's salary would be deducted.
When will he be done? When will he be paid? This makes some villagers who want to be the village director stop in their tracks in fear. This also gives Liu Zhenhua the opportunity to be the village director of the Fallen Mountain Village.
Under Song Min's persuasion, Liu Zhenhua picked up the small wine glass and drank it in one gulp. A hot flame surged from his stomach, making his head feel a little dizzy.
"Hurry up and eat some food and drink." Song Min saw that Liu Zhenhua's fair face was blushing, and he hurriedly picked some food for him.
"Thank you, Uncle Song." Liu Zhenhua said gratefully.
Song Lifang walked out of the kitchen with a plate of stir-fried vegetables and pork. When she saw Liu Zhenhua's embarrassed look, she could not help but say, "Dad, you drank someone else's wine again."
"Yo, Lifang cares a lot about Zhenhua." Song Min teased Song Lifang.
Ever since Song Lifang graduated from high school, many matchmakers had come to her house to propose marriage. Some of them were town officers and young bosses, but Song Lifang didn't like them.
"Dad, you're drunk." Song Lifang's little face immediately blushed. She was also drunk like Liu Zhenhua. Song Min looked at his daughter with interest. He knew that his daughter was not his father. He seemed to have seen something.
"Zhenhua, do you have a girlfriend?" Song Min poured another glass of wine for Liu Zhenhua.
"I... I don't have one." Liu Zhenhua looked sad.
His ex-girlfriend, Yang Sishi, was his university classmate and the daughter of a university professor. She should be working in a state-owned enterprise right now, right?
"That's great." Song Min excitedly slapped his thigh.
"Great?" Liu Zhenhua looked at Song Min in puzzlement.
Song Min knew that he had lost his composure and quickly replied, "You are still young. There is no need for you to spend time and effort on love. It will not be too late to talk about marriage in a few years."
"Dad, yesterday you even said that I had to find him quickly. Brother Zhenhua is two years older than me." Song Lifang was unhappy.
"I... I'm talking about men. You women can marry earlier." In order to cover up his embarrassment, Song Min finished the wine in his cup in one go.
"Zhenhua, it's bad!" Just as Liu Zhenhua and the others were eating, an anxious voice sounded from outside.
A dark-skinned, short, but very fat young man ran into Song Min's house while gasping for breath.
The young man's name was Niu Zhifeng, and he was also from the Luoshan Village. He was Liu Zhenhua's primary school classmate, and he usually had a good relationship with Liu Zhenhua.
Niu Zhifeng's father killed pigs. His nickname was "Cow Kill Pig." He often brought Niu Zhifeng to the village to sell pork, and his life was quite good.
"What happened?" Song Lifang seemed to be more nervous than Liu Zhenhua and asked first.
When Niu Zhifeng saw the beautiful Song Lifang asking him questions, he felt that his bones were a few hundred kilograms lighter. His legs went soft, and his head hit a pillar beside him.
"Niu Zhifeng, you are so fat. Don't knock down my house." Song Min put the cup in his hand on the table and joked.
"Hehe, Uncle Song, I'm called strong, not fat." Niu Zhifeng rubbed his aching head as he looked at Song Lifang.
"Lifang, are you free tomorrow? My family bought a new motorcycle with 125 milliliters of displacement. I'll take you to the town to have some fun."
Song Lifang vigilantly took a few steps back. "I'm not free. What do you think Brother Zhenhua is up to? "
Only then did Niu Zhifeng remember his purpose of coming here. "Zhenhua, there's a beautiful girl who drove an SUV here to look for you. Judging from her aggressive look, she seems to want to take revenge on you. Did you do something bad outside?"
"A good-looking girl?" Song Lifang's expression changed.
Liu Zhenhua stood up in surprise. "Who could it be?"
"Zhenhua, let's go out and take a look." Song Min took the walking stick from the side and went to the entrance of the village with Liu Zhenhua and the others.
At this time, there were already many villagers at the entrance of the Fallen Mountain Village. Some people looked strangely at the red off-road vehicle.
Some people looked at the woman in front of them who was as beautiful as a movie star.
When Liu Zhenhua saw that woman, he felt as if he had been struck by a thousand pound hammer in his heart.
Why was she here!?
When the woman saw Liu Zhenhua, she angrily walked over and shouted, "Liu Zhenhua, is this the Fallen Mountain Village that you want to come back and be the village director? You want to come back to such a poor place? Do you have a fever? "
" Sishi, why are you here? " Liu Zhenhua looked at the woman he once deeply loved, his eyes filled with sadness.
That night, when he broke up with her, he knew that it would be impossible for them in the future.
"Let me ask you one more time, are you willing to return to the provincial capital with me?" Yang Sishi stared fixedly at Liu Zhenhua.
The surrounding villagers seemed to have understood that the beauty was not here to seek revenge on Liu Zhenhua, but to ask him to return to the provincial capital.
"Beauty." Niu Zhifeng wiped the saliva from his mouth.
"You have to know, if you go to the office in the provincial capital tomorrow and explain it to them, they might want you. But if you don't go back now, you won't have a chance in the future. " The more Yang Sishi spoke, the angrier she got.
She had promised to work together until she became old, but because Liu Zhenhua wanted to return to the Fallen Mountain Village to be a village director, everything changed.
Liu Zhenhua turned around and looked at the impoverished village. He shook his head and said, "I've already told you before that I want to come back to be a village director. I want to think of a way to make the Fallen Mountain Village wealthy. Don't try to persuade me. I have made up my mind. "
"Hahaha, Liu Zhenhua, you think too highly of yourself." Yang Sishi suddenly laughed loudly and said, "I'll return some things to you."
With that, Yang Sishi ran back into the car, took out a bag of things, and threw it at Liu Zhenhua.
The things hit Liu Zhenhua's body, and Yang Sishi, whose eyes were red, drove the off-road vehicle away, leaving behind a patch of flying yellow dust.
Niu Zhifeng thought that it was some good stuff, so he ran over to pick it up and found that it was a letter written by Liu Zhenhua, so he returned it to him.
"Everyone, let's go back. There's nothing to see." Song Min waved his walking stick and said to the villagers.
The villagers left one after another. Song Min looked at Liu Zhenhua, who had a reluctant look on his face. He could not help but remind, "Zhenhua, if you want to go back to the provincial capital, call that woman. Hurry up and leave. Our village is too poor, we can't delay your happiness for the rest of your life "
Liu Zhenhua firmly shook his head and said," No, Uncle Song, when I was in college, I made up my mind to return to the Fallen Mountain Village after graduation. I would think of a way to make our village rich. "
Back then, both his parents died. If it were not for the assistance of the Fallen Mountain Village villagers, he would have starved to death long ago. Not to mention that he could continue studying and even graduate from university.
Receiving favors from others was like a spring in the spring. He now wanted to return the favor to the Fallen Mountain Village and help the Fallen Mountain Village get rid of poverty.
"Sigh, but it's easier said than done." Song Min sighed.
