Just as Feng Wuli was about to explain, the little boy ran over and took his hand, leaning back, pulling him into the picture of an ancient southern town.
He followed Feng unreasonably and said that he had been waiting for him for a long time.
"I..." Feng Wuli was about to explain, but the words were on his lips but he didn't say them out.
The little boy's memory is incomplete.
After all, too much time has passed, and it is a big deal that he can still exist in this state.
His eyes were empty, with no eyeballs inside, and Feng Wuli could not be seen. He even forgot the fact that he was dead.
But he only remembered one thing, and that was waiting for his brother to come back.
This thought almost became an obsession, traveling through hundreds of years of history, until Feng Wuli came and came to this small village again.
"What? Brother, what did you just say?"
The young man was particularly excited and had endless things to say to him. Feng Wuli really couldn't say that he was not his brother.
He shook his head, smiled and said it was nothing.
Ask him how he has been over the years.
"You are finally back. My sister was so angry when she heard you ran outside and took the boat away. But if you kneel down later and admit your mistake, my sister won't blame you!"
There were still other people in the village, and occasionally an old man sitting in the village would look at Feng Wuli, and he would listen to the boy in silence, trying not to act too strange.
"Where are you taking me now?" Feng Wuli asked him.
The little boy seemed to wake up.
Looking around, I had a vague impression, but everything had changed.
Where is his home?
How did it become like this?
He looked left and right, and the more he looked, the stranger he looked.
Feng Wuli couldn't bear to see him standing there alone. He smiled and went over to hold his hand: "Brother, can I take you home?"
The young man came back to his senses, looked at him, his eyes were still empty, laughed after listening to Feng Wuli's words, and nodded seriously!
One big and one little girl held hands and walked in the alleys of this moss-covered old village.
Occasionally seeing some scenes from childhood memories, the little boy would awaken some memories, laugh and talk unreasonably about how they were here at that time.
Feng Wuli just smiled gently.
"Why did that banyan tree suddenly become so tall? At that time, my sister got angry and chased me here. Brother, you climbed into the tree. I couldn't climb up. I was caught and beaten by my sister. I cried so miserably, so you just laughed on the tree. !”
"That one! Brother, do you still remember that the big yellow dog in Brother Huzi's house is very vicious, we are always scared, and then every time we take advantage of it to eat, we use stones to knock over its bowl. "
There was a gentle breeze blowing, ripples appeared in the ancient town, the pond continued to ripple, the branches of the willows hung to one side, and the fallen leaves on the ground blew past the soles of their feet.
The young man held Feng Wuli's hand, and there was an endless stream of things he wanted to say. Even if more than a hundred years have passed, some people still remember some things.
Those stone steps, green tiles, white walls, shabby alleys, and old trees, how come there is nothing to say.
The more he talked, the brighter the boy's empty eyes became, and the more things he remembered, and gradually he seemed to be a little confused, and the things he said became less and less.
The wind was unreasonable and unhurried. As he slowly waited to think about it, he saw people talking and laughing in the yard over there.
It's the family of four we just saw at the entrance of the village. No, it's a family of six now.
There were two more gray-haired old people. The yard was filled with home-cooked dishes, and the heat was like white smoke. The two old people looked at their two grandchildren and were very happy. The woman was serving the dishes, and the man went to help. He was scolded. Those who said don't touch it, the whole family is enjoying themselves.
Yes, after all, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.
It turned out to be evening. He walked around with the boy and looked up to see a bright moon.
"Young man, what's the matter?"
People in the yard looked at Feng Wuli, who was standing alone outside the yard. It was getting late, and the wind carried the smell of autumn.
Feng Wuli smiled and replied, "No, I came here to look for a distant relative. I didn't find him, so I'm going back."
The old man looked at his appearance and didn't look like a bad person: "It's so late and you haven't eaten, right? Come over and eat together!"
"There's no point in that." Feng Wuli rejected such polite words with a smile.
"It's about using the right chopsticks!"
"No, no, no, I'm going back. My family is waiting for me."
Rural people are still very enthusiastic, which is rarely the case in cities.
Feng Wuli held the boy's hand, looking for the direction of his home in the memory corridor, and walked away slowly.
"That's it, brother hasn't come back yet."
The boy next to him suddenly said this, and Feng Wuli knew that he must have remembered that this was not two years later but more than a hundred years later, and that he himself was no longer in the world long ago.
He hummed softly and wanted to say something. The two of them gradually walked to a house made of blue stone bricks. This was their son's home, and unexpectedly it was also preserved.
There is actually a locust tree in the house.
The house was overgrown with weeds inside and outside, the walls were covered with moss, a corner of the roof had caved in, and there was an old smell inside.
"No matter how tired I was in the past, as soon as I came back here, I would feel that I don't have to worry about anything. I would feel that the roof here is very high. It turns out that it will collapse one day. I feel that there will always be a sister cooking here. The smell of rice and brother’s laughter were something that I thought they would always have, but it turns out they are gone all of a sudden.”
He let go of Feng Wuli's hand and walked over, placing his hand in front of the door. The moonlight passed through his body and stayed in front of the dilapidated house.
"Your brother really wants to come back, really really wants to come back..."
Feng Wuli said softly. The young man looked at him, smiled and shook his head.
"is back."
Feng Wuli didn't understand what he said, but saw the young man suddenly looking up. He also looked up at the jade plate that had just risen to the treetops in the air.
The moon is very close tonight, and under the moon are thousands of lights.
The young man under the locust tree looked at the moon. Feng Wuli followed his gaze. At first, he couldn't understand what he meant when he said he was back.
Suddenly, a whistle sounded in the air that shook the sky.
"Woo——!!"
From fantasy to reality!
That was a roar that was heard on another continent a hundred years ago, but it actually sounded here after a hundred years!
“Woooo——!!”
The figure of a train appeared in the sky. It came from the west and rushed into the night sky, leaving a black shadow under the moonlight.
At the train window, countless faces familiar to Zhang Fengwuli poked out, looking at the scenery of their hometown below, talking and laughing.
In this land, all the practitioners and monsters raised their heads at the same time, looking at the vision tonight.
There was such a big news, but the company didn't take action.
But come to think of it.
Just a wanderer returning home during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
