I've done whatever I want

Chapter 162

The west wind blows in waves, turning over the endless rice fields on the earth like invisible palms. The golden rice waves extend infinitely and roll like the sea.

Those full grains of rice, shining in the golden sun, are the fruit of nostalgia.

"Stop! Stop!"

Xin Tong seemed to realize something, and urgently stopped the Mercedes-Benz Santana taxi.

When the car screeched to a stop, he opened the door and jumped out. Under the golden sunshine, he looked up and saw that Jiang Hua had not even had time to take off his clothes and was swimming quickly towards the center of the river. The village Chang's son was flopping about in the river, yelling for help, like a dog in the water.

The river water shimmered in the sun, looking calm and calm.

However, under the seemingly calm water surface, the depth of many sections of the river is actually completely unpredictable. In recent years, real estate has developed rapidly. Many people go to the river to wash sand and stones to make money, and the riverbed has long since changed beyond recognition.

After a while, the brave Jiang Hua approached the target. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the skinny Simba, and swam toward the shore like an eagle catching a chick.

Finally, no one was killed. Xin Tong raised his head, took a long breath at the blue sky, and shook his head.

The autumn sun is shining brightly, and everything grows. This is really an incredible drama.

"Come and save people! Someone jumped into the river!" The movement in the river quickly attracted the attention of the people working on the bank, and the screams like killing a pig suddenly sounded in the sky above Akino, and the people on the riverside were shocked. Flock after flock of foraging waterfowl.

Soon, a group of villagers gathered on the bank to watch the fun, and everyone quickly recognized Xinba, the river thrower. The only son of the village chief exists like a star in the village. Who doesn't know him?

What's more, he was admitted to a university in the provincial capital last year and became a rare favorite. His feat of crossing the single-plank bridge became a topic of discussion for the whole village.

"What happened to Simba today? Could it be a ghost?"

"How could such a good person end up on this path of no return?"

"Hey! Several people drown in this river every year. Fortunately, Jiang Hua saved his life today! His life is terrible!"

"Do you still remember? Last year, Xin Yang's son Xin Tong failed the college entrance examination and almost died in this river!"

The villagers' comments entered Xin Tong's ears without any concealment under the transmission of the autumn wind. He was a little sad, and inexplicably remembered the scene of last year, the abjection of his three years in high school, and Xin Tong's inscription on the gold list. Ba called him Xin Si's humiliation, recalled the moment of despair when he threw himself into the river, tears fell down his line.

In this life, you must do a career!He swore secretly in his heart.

Chips are a neck-and-neck business, we must make good chips and serve the motherland!
"Look, isn't that Xin Tong?" Suddenly, a sharp voice pierced the sky.

The voice also disturbed Xin Tong's thoughts, like a frightened elk, he immediately lowered his head, turned around and got into the taxi.

Soon, the taxi started, sped away, and disappeared from people's sight.

As the dull sound of the car engine sounded, the spectators quickly turned their attention to this Santana car. In that era of poor life, the Santana car existed like a god, attracting people's attention, and owning a car , can definitely be regarded as the pride of the whole village.

"What are you shouting about? Where is Xin Tong?" After a long while, a woman shouted with a drawn out voice.

"I saw him get into the car with my own eyes!"

"What? Xin Tong got into the car? Are your eyesight dim? I advise you to go to the market quickly and buy a pair of reading glasses to wear!"

"Get in a car? So Xin Tong bought a car? Isn't this an international joke? Hahaha!"

"Wang Mazi, that's obviously a taxi!"

"Taxi? Xin Tong can't even afford it! Is he rich? Hahaha! His family is a well-known poor household in the village!"

Villagers in the countryside like to get together and gossip. The boring small peasant economy years of self-production and self-marketing. If they don’t make fun of these gossips, where else can they find fun?
Spend money to watch a pleasing Yue opera?They feel bad.

That day, when the car arrived at the entrance of the village, under the bright autumn sun, Xin Tong saw his mother Wang Dongmei from afar. At this time, she was sitting quietly on a high black rock, motionless, following a statue of Bodhisattva. Generally speaking, the posture of looking out made Xin Tong's heart feel like a knife.

There is no doubt that the mother misses her son!
It has been more than a year since I went home. My hometown is still the same as before, but my mother cannot withstand the ravages of time and has become much older.

He immediately stopped the car, got out of the car, and shouted at Wang Dongmei, who was like a stone sculpture: "Mom! I'm back!"

Wang Dongmei never expected that the person coming back in the car was her son, and she remained motionless.

Besides, her son has changed too much. When he left home last year, he wore simple clothes, but when he came back, he was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. How dare she open his mouth to recognize him?
"Mom! It's me! Xin Tong is back!"

Xin Tong?This name that she chanted every day was full of warmth. She moved and took a closer look. Sure enough, her son was back.

A line of clear tears flowed down from the mother's cloudy eyes: "Xin Tong, you are really back!"

"Yes! Mom! I'm back!" Xin Tong nodded seriously, stepped forward, straightened her disheveled hair, and held her thin body in his hot arms.

Mother suddenly started crying, is it joy?Is it a grievance?
Xin Tong knew that she was not at home, and the two old people had been neglected by the villagers a lot, and she was full of grievances.

He didn't know how to comfort her, but he just patted her dry shoulder gently with his hands, trying to give her some strength.

"Son, what work do you do in Shanghai?" The great change in the son's identity aroused the mother's curiosity. After a while, Wang Dongmei stopped crying and asked softly.

"Mom! I work in chip manufacturing management in a foreign company!" Xin Tong was full of pride.

"Chip? Can the chip be eaten?" Wang Dongmei asked curiously.

"Mom! Chips are not cereal, you can't eat them, but without chips, cars can't run, and planes can't go to the sky!" Xin Tong said.

"Really?" Although Wang Dongmei didn't know what a chip was, she knew from her son's words that a chip was very important.

The son is finally promising!

She looked proud. For so many years, she had been feeling like an invisible mountain was pressing down on her, keeping her alive. At this moment, the unreachable mountain completely collapsed and turned into ashes. She finally felt that she had turned over.

(End of this chapter)