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Fangfei began to review her life on the third day after she was diagnosed with liver cancer. To be precise, she wrote down on a piece of white paper the men and women who had left a mark in her life. She looked at the few thin names on the white paper and was frightened, even scaring away the endless grief she had experienced in the past three days. The world is so big, but apart from her relatives, there are so few people who have real interactions with her. In other words, her life was gone in vain. She didn't even have a crush during adolescence. For a woman, if not even a boy has a crush on her, it must be a great sadness and failure. She was really unwilling. She began to search and dive over and over again in the river of memory. A name finally popped out from under the reef - Potato. This is a person's nickname.

Just after the Waking of Insects, the cornfield at the head of the village revealed its spiky green. The morning air was very fresh, and Benben felt a little drunk as he sniffed it. Benben was probably the first person in the whole village to get up, with two buckets swinging proudly on both ends of the pole. The well is in the east of the village. Benben hurriedly put down the bucket, and the bucket made a "bang" sound in the well. Benben smiled, feeling like he was shaking all morning. The wooden bucket full of water said nothing, while the pole creaked on Clumsy's shoulder. Benben walked briskly, and a layer of undulating water gathered on the surface of the bucket mouth. The water ripples forward, and then backwards in the rhythm controlled by Cunben. The fluctuating water shook Benben's face, and Benben's heart was as quiet as a lively drop of water. Passing by a high courtyard wall, the dog inside started barking again. That's Heipi's dog.

As soon as the people from the construction committee left He'an Village, the villagers of He'an Village exploded. He'an Village is called He'an Village because a small river flowed through the village decades ago. The old people in the village have told future generations about the river countless times. When the old man talked about the river, his eyes radiated with fascination. Forget it, you can't help but sigh and say, alas, it's gone... But now, the disappeared river has miraculously returned, flowing in the blood of the villagers, and every villager has become a boiling river. Of course, the villagers with bright eyes and rapid breathing were not only excited, but also settling accounts down to earth. Since the number of acres of land owned by each family is different, the calculations are also different. But the same thing is that they have never seen so much compensation money in this life, and they probably will not see this much in the next life. Although the land is gone, the house is gone.