After sending this message, Chen Ming felt a little uneasy.
According to his usual practice, he spent his holidays working overtime.
If he didn't go home on National Day, he would have to wait until the New Year.
Going home on a day like today.
His mother would probably think that there was something wrong with his work, right?
Chen Ming recalled a piece of news he had seen before.
A young man had been unable to find a new job after he resigned, hiding it from his family.
He left early and returned late, pretending to work for a year.
Thinking about it, he was about the same.
If his mother asked, he could comfort her by saying that it was not a big problem and that he had just resigned.
Chen Ming thought for a moment, but the question he expected did not come.
He saw that there was no new message in the chat box for a long time. There wasn't even a 'typing' message.
He could roughly guess that his mother had gone to play mahjong again.
His parents were not pedantic people. They could even be said to be open-minded.
However, going from a bright post to an unknown military camp definitely did not meet their expectations.
How to convince them was still a difficult problem.
Chen Ming looked at the rows of low-rise buildings outside the window and gradually became absent-minded.
Remembering that they still had a four-hour journey, he put on his earphones.
He opened the song list that he often listened to on his phone and clicked on the random play to pass the boring time on this trip.
Most of his songs were ancient songs.
This was a background melody that he had forcefully added to himself when he was working at Penguin, in order to fit the world view of a martial arts game.
Listening to the familiar song, he had already left this land and was on his way home.
Thinking of his next step, Chen Ming added a few military songs to the song list.
Leaning back in his chair, he felt extremely relaxed.
This kind of pleasant mood could not be experienced in the workplace with invisible pressure.
Unknowingly.
The scenery outside the window had already changed into hills, rows of straight small maple trees, like a model soldier standing guard.
Chen Ming's hometown was in Gui Province.
It was not far from the west of Guangdong Province.
The express train only took less than four hours.
He still remembered that the train they took home from university was a green train, and the entire carriage was noisy.
In this day and age, it was basically a fast train.
The slow-moving green train had gradually faded from the stage of history.
"Hello, passengers! The stop ahead is…"
The voice announcement interrupted Chen Ming's thoughts.
The train was about to enter the station, and many passengers had already gotten up to carry their luggage.
Chen Ming took off his earphones and looked at the bus stop with his hometown's name printed on it. He smiled.
I'm back…I'm home.
Naturally, no one would come to pick him up this time.
Because he didn't tell his mother until he got into the car.
Moreover, his home was far from the county town, so he had to transfer a few cars.
Going home alone would save him a lot of trouble.
Chen Ming had left Peng City for the time being. He had brought back almost all of his business in Peng City.
There were two suitcases.
After the train arrived at the station, he carried one in each hand and just came out of the train station.
Immediately, a bunch of people rushed up and asked in half-baked Mandarin.
"Where are you going, handsome?"
"There's still one more person left in the carpool. Let's go immediately!”
"Twenty, twenty! Only 20!"
Chen Ming turned a deaf ear and walked through the noisy crowd.
When they arrived at the square, they saw motorcycles parked by the side of the road.
The motorcycle driver who was closest to Chen Ming looked at him with a pair of big suitcases.
The two of them quickly communicated silently and reached an agreement.
Chen Ming asked in his native language.
"Master, how much is it to the ancient stage?”
The driver was a middle-aged man with a cheerful appearance. He was stunned when he heard this.
The train station was only a kilometer away from the ancient stage.
He looked at Chen Ming's luggage and understood.
The driver opened his mouth and said,"Young man, your luggage is quite heavy, right?" It's not easy to go home. I'll charge you five yuan.”
"Five? "The ancient stage is not far ahead. It's much more expensive than before…" Chen Ming frowned.
"Hai, that's the starting price.”
"What about the Three Kings Temple?"
"Hmm…seven." The driver calculated the distance in his heart.
"Oh, I'm going to the East Coach Station. Nine yuan, right?”
The driver looked at Chen Ming and was stunned for a moment. This kid looked so young, but why did he look like an old fox?
"Ten yuan, no less."
"9.50 yuan. Master, it's also convenient for you to attract customers over there.”
"I said ten yuan, so it's ten yuan. Why don't you look at how much luggage you have?”
After Chen Ming and the driver of the motorcycle schemed against each other to haggle over the price.
He successfully reached a deal with the price of ten yuan to send it to the bus terminal.
Chen Ming dragged his two suitcases and sat on the back seat of his driver's motorcycle.
With a creak, the entire motorcycle seemed to sink.
Then, Chen Ming shouted in a dialect,""Master, we can go now!"
"Kengchi-"
The driver suddenly stepped on the accelerator and brought him to the highway.
Chen Ming turned his head left and right, looking at the familiar scenery that passed by on both sides of the road.
She couldn't help but recall her university days. Every time she set off for school or returned home, she would pass by the train station.
At that time, bargaining with the motorcycle drivers at the entrance of the train station became one of the great pleasures.
After all, tourism was the only thing that was popular in their city.
Some hawkers and drivers liked to rip off tourists who came to visit.
If they were outsiders, they would be charged at least 30 yuan from the train station to the bus station.
Some of the black-hearted ones directly bid 50 yuan.
Fortunately, Chen Ming was a local. If he communicated in his dialect, the other party would not rip him off.
After some haggling, he managed to successfully get ten yuan.
It took them twenty minutes to reach the curb in front of the bus station.
Chen Ming moved his suitcase directly from the pedal to the ground. After getting out of the car easily, he began to rummage through his wallet.
He took out a crumpled five yuan note and three yuan notes from his wallet.
He folded them together and handed them to Master Mo. Then, he said,"Uncle, I only have eight yuan in change. It's not easy for us young people to work outside. Ten yuan is a little high to send it to the station.”
Heh, he's as smart as a monkey.
The driver's face darkened. He clenched the notes in his hand and was about to say something when he saw Chen Ming dragging his luggage and turning around to leave.
Chen Ming walked into the station and bought a bus ticket home.
Nowadays, the buses in the county were all old and tattered. They had not changed for more than ten years.
They set off from Peng City at noon, and the last journey took more than an hour.
It was almost dusk when they arrived.
Trains, motorcycles, buses…They had changed their means of transportation at least three times.
When they reached the village entrance, they had to walk on a dirt road.
Finally, Chen Ming and the two suitcases arrived at the entrance of Rongshui Village.
He looked at the old road that followed the village entrance. It was now paved with clean cement.
Every household in the village had also built small reinforced concrete buildings.
Other than the large fields, this place was not much different from a town.
Chen Ming sighed in his heart. The motherland was getting stronger and stronger, and the construction of the new countryside was getting better and better.
At the same time, he felt a little uneasy.
He was the only university student in the village.
He had quit his good job and wanted to join the army.
This wave would definitely shake the entire village.
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