Peijia Village, this bustling

Under the big banyan tree, men, women, young and old, all looked at him curiously, looking at the group of people carrying cameras.

The Chinese native dogs in the village also called their friends to come and join in the fun. Some looked at them warily and kept barking at them. Some were timid and hid behind their owners, only sticking their heads out to watch. The bravest dogs approached them stealthily to sniff their scent.

The staff reminded outside the camera: "Jiang Lin, let's go."

Green mountains and clear waters, flocks of birds fly over the hills and across the sky, the sun sets, Jiang Lin pushes his suitcase on the cement road in the village. The rice fields have been harvested, leaving only short and neat yellow-brown rice stubbles, stiffly sticking in the soil. The sugarcane fields in the distance are still green, row after row towards the foot of the mountain, and when the wind blows past, the rustling sound of sugarcane leaves can be heard.

The aunties diligently pushed his suitcase for him and glanced at the camera from time to time. Jiang Lin was amused by their cute appearance.

When he arrived at the farmer's house where he was staying, he stopped smiling.

They shouted at the door: "Village head, Chunling, you have guests."

The house was completely silent, and the aunts and grandmothers greeted him warmly: "Maybe you've gone to work in the fields, come in quickly."

Jiang Lin held the handle of the suitcase and hesitated: "This is not a good idea. How about I wait for them to come back?"

"What's wrong with this? We are all from the same village and we are neighbors."

Jiang Lin pushed the box and walked into the house with his head down. What came into view was an open square patio, five bungalows and a kitchen with a tin roof.

There was a faint smell of washing powder. For some reason, Jiang Lin had a hunch that there must be cockroaches in the dark corner. He might have witnessed the legend of cockroaches flying in the south.

The aunts went out together to look for someone for him.

Jiang Lin moved a chair and sat under the eaves. Suddenly he started and stood up as if he had thought of something.

He looked around the yard and sighed: "Fortunately, fortunately, there is a bathroom."

The aunts came back with their master, followed by a group of people.

Jiang Lin stretched out his hand a little stiffly: "Hello, Grandpa Pei Qi! I am Jiang Lin."

The old man in front of me had gray hair on both sides of his temples, a kind face, and looked to be about 65 years old. Behind him stood a grandma with a bright smile on her face.

Pei Qi was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses, rubbed his right hand on his clothes a few times, and shook hands with him: "Hello, hello! I am the village chief of Peijia Village. They usually call me Master Qi, and this is the one from my family." Pei Qi pointed to the grandmother behind him.

Jiang Lin bowed slightly and nodded in greeting: "Hello, grandma, I am Jiang Lin, it's our first time meeting, I brought..."

Jiang Lin's words stopped abruptly. He looked around the yard and saw people standing outside the door. The box was too small to hold enough gifts.

Pei Xu was tidying up the bookshelf in the room, automatically blocking out Pei Zongli's words.

"I'm telling you! You're leaving tomorrow! Go back to Beijing! I paid for your education, not to let you come back to this mountain village. What's your future?"

Pei Xu remained unmoved and arranged his books one by one.

"Pei Xu, if you don't come back to Beijing tomorrow, I'll throw your luggage out and you'll have to sleep with the dog!"

Zhao Sumei shouted excitedly downstairs: "Lao Li, the big star who was filming the show is here, come down quickly!"

"I'm here!" Pei Zongli answered her loudly, "Pack your luggage quickly."

Pei Xu breathed a sigh of relief as his nagging father finally left the room.

Zhao Sumei pulled him, "Hurry up! Maybe we can be on TV too."

"You! Instead of spending your time joining in other people's fun, you might as well persuade your son to return to Beijing! What future will he have if he stays in the village? He won't even be able to find a wife!"

Zhao Sumei stopped and slapped his arm, "Don't talk nonsense! My son is a handsome man, tall and handsome! How many girls want to pursue him! If you hadn't ordered him not to have a premature love affair, I would be a grandmother now, how could I have time to watch the fun? It's all your fault!"

Jiang Lin took back his hand from opening the box. Pei Qi and his wife looked at the staff, fearing that they would delay the young people's work, and said, "Everyone should go home. It's late now and the children will be out of school soon. Go home and make dinner."

The villagers dispersed after talking a lot. Zhao Sumei looked at the scattered crowd and complained, "You are always a step behind!"

The two of them looked around at the door for a while, and Zhao Sumei praised: "This star is different from ordinary people, with a good figure and good skin. No wonder the granddaughters at home are chasing TFBOYS and EXO all day long, and their New Year's pocket money is all spent on magazines and cards."

Pei Zongli frowned and said, "Look at his legs, they are like bamboo poles, it's hard for him to carry a bag of rice! His face is so white, as if it was scraped with putty. How can a countryman be so white when he works every day?"

"You are an old-fashioned person and you still refuse to accept it. If you don't understand the trends of young people, don't talk nonsense. I just think this child is handsome. The baby he will give birth to in the future will definitely be good-looking."

Jiang Lin felt as if someone was staring at him, so he stood up and walked towards the door.

Pei Zongli pulled Zhao Sumei back and said, "Go back and persuade your son!"

Jiang Lin looked at their backs as they left. The crowd dispersed, and the setting sun shone obliquely in front of the door. Suddenly, he felt a little lonely.

Pei Qi arranged a room for him. "This is my youngest son's room. He hasn't been home for the New Year for two years. Mr. Jiang, please feel free to stay here."

Jiang Lin was a little panicked and said quickly: "Grandpa, just call me Jiang Lin. I'm sorry to trouble you."

"I'll go help you make dinner."

Jiang Lin bent down and entered the room and turned on the light. The condition of the room was different from what he had imagined. He thought that a room that had not been lived in for two years would be full of dust, or messy and piled with debris, but the room was spotless. A cool mat unique to the south was rolled up and placed on the mattress, and the table and chairs were covered with a checkered cloth. Jiang Lin opened the suitcase and took out donkey-hide gelatin and bird's nest.

The aroma of food wafts from the semi-open kitchen.

Master Qi took out a string of sausages from the jar.

"Grandpa, this is a little gift from me to you and grandma."

Qiye quickly refused: "Child, this is too expensive, we can't accept it!"

"Grandpa, just accept it." Jiang Lin put it on the table, "I'll have to trouble you to take care of me in the future."

Liu Chunling kept her back to the camera, as she was not used to the cameras constantly facing them. She said, "This is just a little gift from the child, so please accept it, old man."

Smoke from cooking fires rose up, and Peijia Village returned to its tranquility. After dinner, the only entertainment was watching TV at home. Before ten o'clock in the evening, the lights in the entire village had gradually gone out.

Jiang Lin lay in bed tossing and turning, he couldn't help but think, what was the point of him participating in this show? Was it just because of the 1% chance of becoming famous again? Or was it simply to have a short-term job and not pick his feet in Beijing?

There was no moon outside the window, and the quietness of Peijia Village made him feel a little uneasy.

Jiang Lin didn't wake up from bed until ten o'clock in the morning. The staff in the yard were staring at him.

"Where are grandpa and grandma?"

The staff member whispered, "We'll go to the mountain to work at six o'clock."

Jiang Lin inserted his fingers into his messy hair, with a look of shock on his face: "Six o'clock? It's winter time, and it's already dark at six in the morning. Are you going up the mountain to work?"

"Farmers all get up early to work. If you get up at 10 o'clock, they will almost be back for lunch."

Jiang Lin heard a hint of disdain and ridicule, and said with disdain: "Then why didn't you call me?"

The staff member turned away, not wanting to respond to him.

Jiang Lin suddenly realized that he was recording a program, so he immediately washed up, not even bothering to put on makeup and hair, and went out to look for someone.

While jogging, he said, "Post-production editor, please edit me in a good direction."

Jiang Lin ran around the entire village, and apart from meeting a few dogs on the road, he didn't see any people.

"Where are they? Are they really on the mountain?"

No one responded to him at the scene, only the sound of wind blowing through the valley.

Pei Zongli stood outside Pei Xu's door, with some anger: "Pei Xu, don't think I can do nothing to you just because you hide in your room. If you don't go back to Beijing today, I will tear down this door!"

"Dad, I told you, I've already turned down the job in Beijing! I won't go back!"

"Are you trying to piss me off to death?" Pei Zongli knocked on the door. "How many young people are there at home in the village within a hundred miles? Others go to college and try their best to stay in big cities to work, and those who don't go to college also go to big cities to work! You are a PhD, but you don't want to stay in Beijing and want to go home to help the development of the countryside. You can have ideals, but the reality is cruel!"

Pei Xu approached the door and said firmly: "It is because young people have left that local development has fallen into a vicious cycle. Since no young people are willing to come back, I will be the first one!"

Pei Zongli was so angry that his forehead hurt. He looked around and saw that there was no tool that suited him, so he turned around and went downstairs to look for tools.

Jiang Lin was in the village committee office, throwing stones into the pond out of boredom. When he got tired of playing, he walked towards the big banyan tree.

Pei Zongli picked up a broom in the living room on the first floor. Before going up the stairs, he turned around and rummaged through the drawer in the room for a while, then took out a bunch of keys.

Pei Xu knew his father's temper, so he took his phone and power bank, opened the door and ran away. But he happened to meet Pei Zongli, who was furious, in the stairwell.

Pei Zongli was so angry when he saw that he didn't have a backpack, "Pei Xu! Where can you go today?" He raised the broom in his hand and hit him.

Pei Xu was quick-witted and quick-handed. He supported himself on the railing of the stairs with both hands and climbed to the stairs below.

He turned around and said, "Old Pei, a gentleman should talk, not fight! Are you really going to fight?"

Pei Zongli shouted, "I'm not a gentleman! I'm not your father either!" Then he rushed down with a broom.

Pei Xu saw that the situation was not good, and ran away, "A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him!"

The villagers walked on the cement road in the village, holding machetes and carrying hoes, with beads of sweat still on their foreheads.

Several aunties and grandmothers were sharing freshly picked sweet potato leaves under the big banyan tree. "Grandma Song, take more. They are still tender."

Grandma Song smiled and took another handful of sweet potato leaves.

Pei Zongli chased after him while cursing, "Pei Xu, if you don't return to Beijing, I will no longer have a son like you!"

The two of them caused a sensation. The villagers who were cooking at home threw down their spatulas without hesitation, and without taking off their aprons, they stood at the door to watch the fun with their dogs.

The villagers who were returning from farm work heard the noise and were no longer in a hurry to go home for dinner.

Aunt Li from the big banyan tree shouted, "Isn't that Pei Xu running in front?"

"Yes, Lao Li is chasing after us with a broom." Aunt Liu's voice was a little excited. She was able to catch up with the excitement.

Pei Xu was wearing slippers, which affected his performance, and Pei Zongli's broom once hit his back.

"Old Pei! I will fight you to the end!" After saying that, Pei Xu took off his slippers and ran barefoot on the road. The occasional gravel and sand hurt his soles.

Pei Zongli shouted breathlessly: "If you don't return to Beijing, there will be no place for you in this family."

A middle-aged male villager stopped him and said, "Uncle Li, stop and rest for a while. Don't turn around and fall down, or you'll get yourself into trouble."

Pei Zongli gasped: "This... this damn kid."

Pei Xu's feet were bleeding and he hid behind a pile of straw.

Jiang Lin was a little annoyed, and the staff agreed to give him ten minutes of private adjustment.

He saw a pile of straw in front of him and wanted to go around to the back and kick it a few times to vent his anger. He was so angry that he thought he was stupid enough to participate in this crappy show.

Suddenly, he heard a national quintessence.

Jiang Lin walked lightly, circled the straw pile, and bumped into Pei Xu who was hiding at the back.

Pei Xu was checking the injury on the sole of his foot when suddenly, a pair of shoes printed with CHANEL came into his sight. He slowly looked up.