Rebirth 78, the beginning of the marriage was broken off by the female educated youth

Adobe house with earthen walls and black tiles.

Li Xiangnan stayed with Pang Weinong for another five days in the Ding family's one-third acre of land.

He didn't go anywhere and followed Pang Weinong around the village where Dingxiang lived all day long.

They went fishing in the creek that Dingxiang had mentioned, picked jujubes in the mountain behind where Dingxiang had hidden from the cats, and roasted sweet potatoes in the cave where Dingxiang had lain.

It was as if Lilac had never left, as if she was still with them in another form.

On the morning of the sixth day, Mr. and Mrs. Pang packed their luggage and silently finished breakfast with Mr. and Mrs. Ding.

The second separation was still with my parents.

Pang Weinong felt even worse.

Even Li Xiangnan didn't know how to comfort Pang Weinong. He just kept lighting cigarettes for Pang's father, hoping that he would understand that after the other party left, he would be Pang Weinong's greatest reliance and the best brother.

"Weinong, see your parents off and go out for a walk with Xiangnan. Chat with them more! Your mom and I are in good health now, don't worry!"

Father Ding also kept urging Pang Weinong to go out for a walk. Seeing that Pang Weinong refused to agree, he reminded him again and again.

Chu Chu Chu!

The Song family's car arrived as scheduled.

Li Xiangnan also pulled Pang Weinong, held his hand and said earnestly: "Weinong, Uncle Ding is right, come with me for a walk! Let's go to Yanjing, there are still many of our friends there, you can relax, at least..."

At this point, he said in all seriousness: "Go see my mother, she is very worried about you!"

Thinking of Ding Xiang's instructions in the letter, Pang Weinong was shocked. He said nothing, but nodded and silently agreed.

"It's good to go out for a walk!" Pang's father, who was not good at speaking, patted his son's shoulder, smiled, put the luggage on his shoulders, and pulled him out: "If you get better, your mother and I won't worry about you anymore!"

After walking a mile along the mountain road, everyone finally arrived at the car.

Father and Mother Ding have lived in the countryside all their lives and are not very good at expressing their emotions. But at this moment, they couldn't help but hold Father and Mother Pang's hands and repeatedly reminded them: "I will take good care of Weinong. If you have time, you must come to Dingjiagou more often to take a walk and have a look! We are in-laws, in-laws!"

"My dear relatives, I know!" Father Pang's dark face broke into a smile, with the unique cheerfulness and calmness of the Han people in northern Xinjiang. "I leave my son to you! Now I'm leaving!"

Father Pang got into the car with a smile. Li Xiangnan also stuffed Pang Weinong into the car. After saying goodbye to Father and Mother Ding, he asked Song Zimo to drive all the way to the train station.

On the westbound train, Father Pang held his son's hand through the window and smiled, "Weinong, be obedient. You have not only Father Ding but also Xiangnan in Yanjing. I'm confident in you! Go back!"

Pang Weinong, who had been silent all the way, was already in tears.

He felt both reluctant and helpless in his heart, but now he realized the preciousness of separation. He hid all the sadness of parting in his heart and tried hard to put a smile on his face.

"Mom and Dad, don't worry, I will be fine! Fine!"

"Go back!" Father Pang waved his hand and let his son go first.

He had already given Li Xiangnan enough instructions these days. At this point he did not want to add too much burden to this honest young man, so he held back his words and said nothing to him.

Even though Li Xiangnan pulled him, Pang Weinong refused to leave.

"Weinong!"

The whistling train whistle sounded, and at this moment, even Pang's mother, the Uyghur Apa from northern Xinjiang, couldn't help but express her love for her son.

"You should call and write to Appa more often, son!"

The train hummed and moved slowly forward. Pang Weinong ran after the carriage, crying. His voice penetrated the platform and almost condensed the longing in his heart into substance.

"Apa, I know, I know, my son will be fine, Pa..."

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Amid cries and shouts, the train carried Pang Weinong's parents away, and soon turned into a black dot in the sky and disappeared from the horizon.

Li Xiangnan stood with Pang Weinong for a long time.

He knew that in this era, if a couple lived in different places, it was very likely that the marriage would be the first time their parents met, and it might also be the last time.

But he hoped that Pang Wenong's parents, or Ding Xiang's parents, could meet often.

"Let's go! To my house!" Li Xiangnan put his arm around Pang Weinong's shoulders and took him out of the platform.

Song Zimo's car was still waiting, and silently carried the two of them to the entrance of Nanluoguxiang.

The three of them followed closely along the alley and entered the courtyard of No. 80.

Zhu Qiuju was standing by the door of the main house, holding onto the door frame and guarding it. When she saw three people entering the central courtyard, she hurried over to greet them.

She seemed to have no idea how many days she had been waiting at the door.

"Weinong, it's really Weinong!"

She walked over to him as if she was welcoming her own child, and rubbed Pang Weinong's head with her hand familiarly.

"Aunt--"

As soon as this shout was uttered, Pang Weinong's throat was instantly blocked.

The days and nights of Lijia Village surged in his mind, and every little detail between him and Dingxiang once again aroused his longing for her.

"Good boy! You did a great job! Auntie knew you were great! Come on, Auntie has made a lot of delicious food for you as a reward! Look again, who are they..."

Zhu Qiuju pulled Pang Weinong into the house.

More than a dozen figures stood up and smiled. They were the educated youth and friends from the village who attended his and Dingxiang's wedding.

"You are all here!" Pang Weinong was moved and grateful.

Li Tuanjie, Li Jianshe and Wang Ergou came over and held him down.

"It's a rare opportunity to come to Yanjing, so I have to have some fun!"

Although they were laughing, they caused joy in the room.

But everyone knows that we all come from all over the world, and it is a rare opportunity for us to gather here. I am afraid that there will never be another chance in this life to get together like this!

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This was probably their last time to come to Yanjing and the last time they would see Zhu Qiuju.

"Weinong, what do you think this is?"

Shao Wen held something in his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

Pang Weinong pursed his lips and said excitedly: "It's dumplings, Aunt Zhu's dumplings, Dingxiang's favorite dumplings..."

The last sentence made everyone's eyes dim.

But suddenly, everyone smiled brightly again.

"Yes, it's Dingxiang's favorite dumplings! And this..." Fang Qing picked up the jar beside him and put it on the table. "Look, we have been waiting for five or six days, hoping that you would come earlier. Aunt Zhu said that if you don't come, this jar will not be opened!"

"It's pickles! Dingxiang's favorite pickles," Pang Weinong wiped his tears, "and they're my favorite pickles too!"

"Weinong!"

Lin Chuqiao, who was standing at the innermost, picked up the Erguotou she bought and put it on the table. "Today we won't go home until we are drunk! Let's eat the familiar taste and get drunk with our friends from our youth!"

She unscrewed the cap on the wine and began to pour wine for everyone.

“Then, wake up tomorrow and embrace a life full of hope!”