Home of Rebirth

Returning overseas Chinese was a new word in those days, especially in a small third-tier city in the north, but it was not new to the ears of local leaders.

For them, the returned overseas Chinese represent the rich, and they will bring a lot of money into the market to promote the development of the city.

These people left their hometowns when they were young and struggled in other countries for a lifetime, but they still retain the nationality of the motherland, just to return to their homeland one day. This kind of homesickness is a feeling that many people cannot imagine. Since they left the motherland At that moment, I felt that I had become a wandering leaf.

Fallen leaves return to their roots! !Fallen leaves return to their roots! !Always coming back.

Some of them were taken away by their parents when they were young. At that time, their parents stood on the ship and looked at the homeland full of gunfire. With tears streaming down their faces, they knelt down to the motherland and swore that one day they would succeed. If you are alive, you must come back to serve the motherland.

They grew up hard in other countries, but they often listened to the adults talk about their hometown, often looked in the direction of their hometown, and said to them, we will go back one day, because there is a vast expanse of land that we love so much. the earth!

Now he is back!

When he was 12 years old, he left his hometown with his father and went to a foreign country.

His father had passed away, and before he died, he refused to close his eyes, held his hand, and told him that he would not be buried after death, and that he must take his ashes back home, back to his hometown.

Now his hair is gray, and he finally returned to his hometown with his father's ashes.

Feng Wang stood at the train station, watched the people coming and going, held the suitcase in his arms, and said softly: "Father, the motherland is still vast, and the hometown is still peaceful, but... it's just that I can't find a home anymore..."

Xia Yue had heard of Feng Wang, and he also knew that when he was a child, there was an overseas Chinese who came to Anqiao District to look for the old house that he used to live with his father. The old house has long since disappeared, and even if I want to find a rough location, I can't find it.

Later, this Feng Wang became very famous in the city. He funded overseas Chinese schools in the city and revitalized national enterprises. Earned a lot of money back.

I also heard that he had no family, no wife, no children, and no daughters. Although he had done many good things, he passed away when he was in his 60s. He returned to his hometown for ten years and dedicated ten years to his hometown. The inheritance is donated to the country, and there is only one requirement, that is, to bury his ashes next to his father and stand on Anshan. He will guard the city with his father forever.

Xia Yue couldn't understand this kind of feeling for his hometown, and would rather bury his soul. But after rebirth, after experiencing Meng Huaiyuan giving everything for him like crazy, Xia Yue can understand a little bit, for one person or a share. Love is enough to make people worry about it for a lifetime.

Xia Yue was held in Meng Huaiyuan's arms, standing in the crowd and looking around, in front of him were the leaders of the Municipal Bureau, and the director and deputy director of the neighborhood committee accompanied a gray-haired middle-aged man to look around in the alley.

"I haven't been back for so many years, my hometown has changed a lot." Feng Wang sighed. He remembered their old house, which had a big yard with a peach tree planted in it. , always write a poem.

When he was born, his parents were busy, so they entrusted him to his grandfather in his hometown to raise him. His grandfather was an old scholar. They spent the whole childhood, when their father and son were abroad, they would often recall together, the peach tree, and grandpa’s sour poems.

Now it's all gone...

"Yes, yes, the layout of the city has changed over the years, and it is also for the lives of ordinary people." An elderly leader also sighed aside: "I understand your feelings. Fortunately, the motherland will always be there. always in"

People in those years were not very greedy, and what they said was sincere. Xia Yue saw Feng Wang's reddish eyes, a man who was 50 years old this year, and returned to his hometown with his father's lifelong thoughts, but the people in his hometown, The old houses in my hometown are gone.

Xia Yue bit his lips, jumped out of Meng Huaiyuan's arms, trotted to Feng Wang's side, tugged at the corner of his clothes, raised his head and said crisply: "Uncle, did you live here before?"

"Yes~ Uncle used to live here too"

Feng Wang looked down at Xia Yue, who had red lips and white teeth. He liked the pretty Xia Yue very much, and reached out to hug him. It was Meng Huaiyuan who also rushed over, looking at Xia Yue worriedly, afraid that he would be mischievous and cause trouble among the adults.

Xia Yue was held in Feng Wang's arms, turned around and saw Meng Huaiyuan who was full of worry, stretched out his hand to hook his hand, looked at him comfortingly, then turned his head and continued to say to Feng Wang: "Uncle, we welcome you go home"