Chapter 142 (1/2)

When he saw the man, the memory was spinning in his head. He saw the fields, houses, and the thick willow tree at the door of his hometown. In that time, the road at the door of the family had not been built. The roads were stepped out by generations of people from a village and generations on the muddy ground, which confirmed the famous saying that there was no road, and many people walked there were also roads.

Yes, this place, the rural village that luojane lived in as a child, where his grandmother lived, and the village he and his cousin Luofeng (later ghosts) lived in. From about fourorfive years old, his parents were sent to this rural area, and after finishing primary school in the nearby primary school hall, he went to the big city only after junior high school.

That is, his cousin, Mount Luo, disappeared, completely from the perspective of people, and disappeared until now.

Here, it seems to be the beginning of everything.

”How can I come here?” Luojian looked at the familiar house in front of her eyes in a trance. In that time, the houses were made of yellow bricks and tiles. The buildings were very old. When she was a child, luojian remembered that when she lived here when it was a child, she had to put several pots and pans in the house in rainy days, because the bricks and tiles of the bad house could not be waterproof.

Water drops can make the room a lot of ocean, and wet and cold weather will make Grandma always leg pain. At that time, his cousin, aged 13 or 4, would be busy working around. The chores and housework in his family were all in his hands. Grandma sat in the room and slowly chose food. At that time, Grandma had several mu of land, which were contracted out, and she could collect idle money. Moreover, several children of grandma could send * * money every month. Life was not particularly poor, but she could not eat any precious food.

It was a happy and happy memory for luojian at that time. Although he was not well when he was a child, his cousin never despised him. He always ran around with him, and he was always throwing around with other children in the village, climbing trees and digging bird nest, stealing corn in the corn field in the middle of the night, picking dates planted by others; then he also found the pond Catch the chicken and touch the snail.

At that time, the naughty children did things, and Jane's cousin took him with him.

But how happy memories are now recalled are a sad thing for Jane. He is no longer a Jane. He has changed his skin to stand in this terrible place, looking at the houses and people in the past, and no one will recognize him. He will become a person who has no past or future.

Rojan stood at the door of the old room for a long time until a voice of milk rang around her, and the child asked him, ”brother, what are you doing here?”

Jane was slow, touched the red umbrella in her hand, and then she held it open and let the handle rest on her shoulder. Then he looked down and looked at the little fart boy standing next to him.

It was a child of about 78 years old, born short and thin, and had little blood on his face. He knew that he was sick at the sight of the past. But the child was very spiritual, and he had a small basket in his hand, which contained some fruits, persimmons and dates.

Luo jane knew that these fruits were given to the child by the families of fruit trees next door. They did not know whether they were out of sympathy or others. Because the sick child, although sick, was very cheerful and fond of laughter, which was quite different from that of the present one.

”Brother, are you lost?” The child saw that Luo Jane had not answered, and then he asked him with open eyes and innocence. Then the child looked at the fruit in his basket. He continued: ”brother Feng asked me to eat persimmons just now. Would you like persimmons to eat?”

”No, I don't want persimmons,” she said, smiling at him, reaching out her hand and touching his head

Then, when he found her arm was thin, he found himself only half the head higher than the child in front of him, and speculated that his body was probably ten to eleven two. It's not much bigger than the little fart in front of you.

”Then eat dates! Dates are delicious! ” The child kept trying to make rowjane eat, and he lifted his basket up to bring fresh fruit.

Luo Jian can not help laughing again, just want to say something, this time, the old house came out of a 14-year-old or so young, and when she came out, she shouted, ”Jane, who are you talking to?”

The child reached out to rojan and said to the boy, ”speak to this brother...”

The young man looked left and right, and said, inexplicably, ”no one.”

The child also stayed, looked back at the position of rowjane standing, but found that the little brother who had just laughed with himself disappeared No, it's not missing, it's just that the child can't see him now.

Little Jane scratched her head strangely, and said to herself, ”eh? What about that brother just now? ”

The young man came, although he was only 14 years old, but grew very tall, half squatted in front of his brother and touched Jane's head: ”what brother?”

”Yes!” ”I just had one of them Well, I am a little older than I am. My brother with a red umbrella is here! ”The boy immediately laughed and teased him and said, ”is that right? That's terrible! It's sunny now! No one will walk around with an umbrella, and it's a red umbrella. Maybe it's a ghost! ”

”That's not true.” Little Jane shook her head. ”Brother is a liar! Ghosts don't come out in broad daylight! ”

”Why is that impossible?” Teenagers That is Luo Feng, continued to smile, ”you think the ghost holding an umbrella in the daytime is not to block the sun?”