Colorful years

Congcong remembered his grandfather's words. He secretly made up his mind that no matter what difficulties he encountered in the future, he would persevere like he did today when climbing Balipo, until he saw the most beautiful scenery.

After resting for a while, the grandfather and grandson walked along a narrow path towards Yuanjiajie.

Along the way, they saw many unique landscapes, including towering peaks, bottomless canyons, babbling brooks, and flowers in full bloom.

Congcong was so amazed by the beautiful scenery that he couldn't take it all in. He exclaimed, "Wow, Grandpa, Yuanjiajie is so beautiful! I had no idea about it before!"

Grandpa smiled slightly and replied, "You're still young, there's so much you don't know! Besides, this isn't even the most beautiful place yet. Let's walk a little further ahead, to Tianzi Mountain and Shentang Bay, the scenery there is truly breathtaking."

Congcong nodded quickly after hearing this, indicating that he understood. Then he excitedly said to his grandfather, "Grandpa, let's hurry up and go see the most beautiful scenery!" After saying that, he ran ahead impatiently.

"Congcong, slow down, don't fall!" Grandpa hurriedly chased after him, calling out loudly with concern.

"Congcong, stop, wait for me, Grandpa will tell you about Yuanjiajie." Grandpa called out breathlessly, his voice echoing through the mountains.

Hearing his grandfather's call, Congcong stopped abruptly like a joyful little deer, turned around, and beamed with a bright smile. He stood there quietly, waiting for his grandfather to catch up.

Grandpa walked over to Congcong, took a few breaths, and then smiled as he began to tell his story: "Congcong, this is Yuanjiajie. There are three plateaus in Yuanjiajie. The place we are in now is called Shangping. Later, we will pass through Zhongping and Xiaping, and finally reach Tianzi Mountain and Shentang Bay."

Grandpa paused for a moment, then continued, "Your maternal grandparents lived in Shangping. This area of ​​Yuanjiajie originally belonged to Dayong County."

However, the ownership of Tianzi Mountain and Shentang Bay has been disputed, with some claiming it belongs to Sangzhi and others to Cili. In reality, these areas are deserted and largely unmanaged, essentially no-man's-land.

Hearing his grandfather's words, Congcong's eyes lit up. Suddenly remembering something, he asked, "Grandpa, should we go see Grandpa and Grandma? I miss them a little."

Grandpa gently shook his head, stroking Congcong's head as he replied, "Let's not go today. We need to hurry on our way to visit your father! When we get back, we can go to your maternal grandparents' house for a good night's rest."

Balipo, Dayanwu, Yuanjiajie, Tianzishan, Shentangwan... These place names flashed through Congcong's mind one by one. They seemed to carry a mysterious power, making Congcong feel extremely familiar with them.

And the person named Dai Wanjuan also surfaced in his memory, making him feel extremely familiar.

Congcong closed his eyes, concentrated, and tried hard to find clues in his memory bank.

As time went by, he gradually discovered that all these place names and personal names were deeply stored in his memory.

To his even greater surprise, as he continued to explore, he discovered that everything he had experienced in this life was like beads on a string, tightly connected and becoming clearly visible.

At this moment, Congcong finally realized that he was the reincarnation of Zhang Cong in the future intelligent society.

However, the memories of this life, triggered by this accidental injury and stimulated by the outdoor scenery, have begun to gradually awaken.

Congcong carefully compared her recent experiences with her memories of this life and found that the two were almost completely consistent.

Every detail, every story, weaves together a complete picture in his mind.