"I believe what you said. Aren't there still hypnotists in the world? It's not unusual to be able to control people's thoughts for a short period of time, but what's the difference between that and drugging?" Fang Xiaoling said to Roland about manipulating others. Emotional skills do not agree, "Everyone is confused sometimes, but they will always wake up. I think the most important thing is sincerity, whether it is transaction or love."
"Sincerity?" Although Roland did not laugh out loud, his eyes were filled with a look like looking at a child, "Has your sincerity gained Shen Yi's love? If I complete the task with sincerity, I am afraid that every time I travel, I They will be trapped for the rest of their lives."
Fang Xiaoling thought for a long time and wanted to refute Roland several times, but those thoughts were refuted by her own experience before she could speak them out.
It seemed that reality had clearly given her the answer a long time ago, but she just felt that it shouldn't be the final answer.
"Can you get true love by manipulating other people's thoughts?" Fang Xiaoling murmured to herself, "That's not love. How can love be like that?"
"What is it if it's not love? Do you believe that I can make those men die for me?" Roland patted Fang Xiaoling on the shoulder, "As for you, you just have too little experience, just like a child full of beautiful illusions about the world. When you grow up, you will realize that this world..."
When Roland said this, she did not continue because she saw disgust in Fang Xiaoling's eyes, like a first-time movie viewer looking at spoilers.
Fang Xiaoling also realized that something was wrong with her expression. She withdrew her gaze and stared down at the ground, "Isn't it as cruel to control people's minds through skills as turning people into puppets? What does this have to do with that perverted old man? the difference?"
"Pervert?" Roland looked at her jokingly, "I remember the first time I met you, you seemed to be watching a course taught by a female lecturer who was well versed in human nature, right? She also told you to be confident, to look at each other, and to look up to you. Start by showing your collarbone openly..."
Fang Xiaoling blushed instantly when she heard this, and she forcefully explained, "I was just looking at it!"
"Okay, it's up to you how you want to complete the task." Roland had completely lost interest in the topic they were arguing about, and turned around and walked towards the greenhouse, "I'm going to pick some vegetables."
It wasn't until Roland completely entered the greenhouse that Fang Xiaoling looked away. She looked around. There was an old well covered by a stone plate in the yard. Firewood was neatly stacked in front of the wooden house door. The height was exactly the same as the window. Apart from these Other than that, there was only the wooden pillar on which she was sitting.
She stood up and walked towards the door of the wooden house. The wooden door was not locked, but it took some effort to push it open. After opening the door, she saw an old-fashioned stove made of bricks, with a semicircular black iron pot inlaid on the stove. Inside, it was covered with a silver pot lid covered with scratches and stains. It could also be seen from the blackened stone bricks above the stove pit that this pot had been cooked many times.
There is a wooden cabinet standing between the right side of the stove and the wall. There are a few black oil stains on the side of the cabinet next to the stove. They should be the marks left by not having time to wipe them after cooking. Fang Xiaoling did not feel any discomfort. , this place reminded her of her grandma's house in the northeastern countryside, except that it was simpler and more like a temporary place to stay. When she walked into the room on the right, there was a hot bed with a small table in the center and quilts and pillows neatly folded. It was placed in the corner on the kang. Apart from that, the only thing left on the wall was a pictorial that seemed to come from the last century: a group of workers-looking people pulling a red flag with the words - Intner Xionair must make it happen!
Fang Xiaoling raised her head and looked up, unconsciously chanting "Internachonelle...". She felt that the word sounded smooth and familiar, but she just couldn't remember what it meant.
After a while, Roland also entered the house carrying a basket. She put the basket containing carrots, cabbage and cucumbers on the ground, then turned around and went out to get firewood. When she came back, she heard Fang Xiaoling complaining, "This Are you feeding me like a rabbit? We’ve traveled so far to eat this?”
Roland ignored her and just threw the firewood on the ground next to the stove pit, squatted down and started to light the fire. She filled the firewood into the stove pit one by one and arranged it, and then took out the birch bark package from the small storage hole next to the stove pit. A box of matches was lying on the ground. After lighting the birch bark, it was stuffed into the gap under the firewood.
After a while, the firewood began to gradually burn. She looked at the fire in the stove pit, as if muttering to herself, or answering Fang Xiaoling's previous question, "These vegetables were once my dream."
As he said that, Roland couldn't help but recall a certain time in his past.
In the summer of 1960, she didn't know the specific date. She only remembered the strong sunshine at noon that day, scratching the back of her neck like a file. Sweat slowly came out of her greasy hair and slid down her cheeks and chin. It was extremely itchy, and she wanted to scratch her face with her calloused hands, but she had to hug the tree trunk tightly to prevent it from slipping down.
After a lot of trouble, she picked off the only leaf on the tree. She put the leaf into her mouth, chewed it and complained, "Why did you travel to this ghost era? It's not fun at all!"
Before she finished speaking, a baby's cry suddenly sounded behind her, moving among the bare branches, like sharp silver needles piercing the eardrums in Roland's ears.
"Stop crying! Stop crying!" Roland shouted a few times, and then he felt as if all his strength was being shouted out, and the baby's crying became more intense.
Roland gritted his teeth, "Stop crying, sister, I really want to throw you to death! I hate children the most, why do you want me to travel through time and become a mother?"
At this moment, someone called her under the tree. The call was suppressed very low as if she was afraid that others would hear it, but it was made very long as if she was afraid that Roland would not be able to hear it.
"Liu-er-hua!"
Roland looked down and saw a woman standing under the tree, holding a little boy about two years old in her hand. There is this person in Liu Erhua's memory, Widow Wang in the village. Her husband left home last year to find food and never came back.
Widow Wang hooked her hand to signal her to come down from the tree. While waiting for her to come down, Widow Wang always looked left and right, as if she was afraid of being discovered.
Roland came down from the tree. The child in the package on his back was still crying, "You came just in time. How can this child not cry?"
"Stop crying when you're full!" Widow Wang looked at Roland with sympathy, "You said you were fine before, why did you suddenly run out of milk? Is it true that you didn't have any milk at all?"
"It's gone! I think this child is unlucky on the stall." Roland unbuttoned the package and put the child on the ground under the tree, "Cry, cry, cry! You're hungry and I'm hungry too!"
Widow Wang looked at the baby on the ground and hesitated several times. The hand holding her child couldn't help but tremble.
Roland suddenly had an ominous premonition, "You...you don't want me to take care of the children for you, right? It's impossible. I'm telling you, how many people have starved to death in the village this month? What situation should you compare now?" I know it, not to mention that I have only been in this world for a few days, and I still have a lot of trouble to take care of myself. I don’t know if I can survive.”
Roland herself didn't know what she was talking about. She was already so hungry that she fainted.
"Alas -" Widow Wang opened her dry lips and sighed longly, "Erhua, you misunderstood, I mean..." She paused for a long time, as if she was reorganizing in her mind. language, and then continued, "Look, I can't feed my child, and you can't feed yours. Why don't we switch! My child is older, so you can take advantage. It doesn't matter! That's it, let's Swap the two! Maybe you will come back to life!"
After saying that, Widow Wang pushed the child forward, bent down, picked up the baby on the ground, and ran away.
Roland reacted for a long time, then looked at Widow Wang's running back and slowly uttered two words, "Fuck..."
Widow Wang ran with the crying baby in her arms. After running for an unknown amount of time, she gradually couldn't hear the baby's cry. Even though she knew that the baby was still crying and her hearing was fine, she just listened. Not seeing her, she even felt that the world around her was dark. There were no roads, no sand and dust, only the dancing firelight of her home in the distance, which was the firewood burning in the stove pit.
Just when she was about to run to her door, Roland suddenly stood in front of her like a ghost. She looked at Roland in surprise, then looked back at the bare woods in the distance, where a black spot appeared. A slow squirming movement in the distance caught her attention, making her forget her previous surprise. She stared at the black spot for a long time. When she finally realized that the black spot in the distance was her child that she had left behind, she continued to hear the cry of the baby in her arms.
This cry seemed to constantly remind her that the baby in her arms was a life.
She desperately returned the baby to Roland, turned around, and walked staggeringly. That direction was not the direction of the woods where her child was, but the direction she had to go at this time. The setting sun illuminated her haggard face, She walked like this for a long time, until she left this world with the last ray of sunshine.
And Roland witnessed all this. In her eyes, Widow Wang did not take a few steps before she fell. She didn't know that in those few seconds, in Widow Wang's world, Widow Wang felt that she was gone. Far, far away, she wanted to regret it, far away she wanted to change the direction, just the direction where her child was, but it was too late.
"Do you think I will go if you leave the direction of the child to me?" Roland held the baby, looking away from Widow Wang's body and looking at the black spot in the woods in the distance, "Why? "
