The monotonous and dull rhythm of a tractor sounded intermittently in my ears. As my consciousness struggled between haziness and wakefulness, it seemed to be far and near. My body was bumping and shaking regularly, and my head felt like it was bumping from time to time. On a cold, hard, smooth object, there was a slight banging sound that was not too loud.
Cellululu struggled to open her eyes in a daze. The light in front of her eyes was dim and blurry, as if it was sunset. She rested her head on the window glass, as if she had just woken up from a nap.
She turned her head blankly, blinked slowly, and then finally saw the scene in front of her clearly.
In front of her were heads and backs facing away from her, two rows of seats split in half, and an aisle in the middle. Cellululu realized almost instantly that she should be on a long-distance bus now.
But why is she on a long-distance bus? Cellululu thought for a while, but suddenly realized something extremely scary. She couldn't remember why she was in this car, nor where she was going, and more importantly! She couldn't even remember who she was! There is no trace of memories of parents, relatives and friends.
Her face turned pale and she sat up straight almost immediately. Her panic and anxiety caused her body to tremble slightly involuntarily. It was not until the unchanging surroundings and the unchanging rhythm of driving that she slowly calmed down her too-fast breathing rhythm. , the mood gradually eased down.
Don't be impatient, she said to herself, this is a long-distance bus and there will be plenty of time for her to recall what happened or find out what she wants to know.
She lowered her head and looked at herself first. She was holding a schoolbag and was wearing an ordinary white shirt with an earthy blue sports jacket. There were two big letters WJ on the jacket. Below were thick sports pants of the same color. The cut and fabric were different. It feels indescribably earthy and cheap, and there is a bulging small snakeskin woven bag under its feet. This outfit makes it look like a dormitory student who only returns home at the weekend.
So, she is a student, right? Celluloid comes to this conclusion.
She opened her schoolbag and searched for it. She found some old middle school textbooks. On each book, the words "Celululu, Class 2 and 5" were written in neat handwriting. This name gave her a sense of familiarity. But the handwriting is very unfamiliar.
But no matter what, it seems that Celluloid is her name for the time being.
She rummaged through her schoolbag again and found a mirror. She opened it immediately. In the mirror, she had two braids pulled down to her chest. She had a delicate face and looked like a middle school student in age. However, she had blue hair and blue hair. The color of her eyes was a little weird, she thought so for a moment, and then she confirmed that she looked like this.
Searching in her schoolbag again, she found a bunch of big bronze keys, a handkerchief, and a small cloth bag with buttons, but she couldn't find her cell phone. Cellululu was a little disappointed, and she didn't know it was because she was too young now. Is it because the parents didn’t give me one? Or is it because we don’t have mobile phones these days? After all, everything around me looks very dated, as if the times have not yet developed to the point where mobile phones are popular.
After realizing what she was thinking, Cellululu was suddenly startled again. What was going on with this incompatible thought? How do you manage to look like you are ahead of the times?
Have you ever seen a more advanced era? If you have seen it? How did you meet? This is completely inconsistent with the personality of an ordinary middle school student that I have discovered so far, right?
Cellululu was confused, so she could only suppress this doubt first and continue to search. She opened the button cloth bag and found that it was actually a wallet. The style was really ancient. Cellululu's mouth twitched, feeling that she had lost something. I probably rarely see this kind of thing in my memory. The strangeness is not a lie.
There were several banknotes and coins in the wallet, with designs and faces that she had never seen before. However, she currently had no memory, and she was not sure whether this lack of sight was due to amnesia. There was a total of one dollar and seventy-five cents in the wallet. After calculating the value, Cellululu was stunned again. Is this because the current price is very low? Or do you have very little pocket money?
Not knowing what the situation was, Cellululu could only observe it later. Instead of putting all the money back into her wallet, she took out one dollar, put it close to her body, and then put the wallet back into her schoolbag.
Then, she lowered her head and looked through the snakeskin bag at her feet. There were several pieces of dirty clothes that had been replaced. The reason why they were dirty clothes instead of clean clothes was because they were all stuffed together so casually by Tuanba Tuanba, and There is also a faint sour smell.
Cellululu couldn't help but frowned. Is she not so clean? And..., her hands moved unbearably, and Cellululu finally couldn't hold it back. She took out all the dirty clothes, flattened them one by one, folded them, and put them neatly into the snakeskin bag. , looking at the orderly layout inside the bag, she felt satisfied and nodded.
Then, doubts came to mind again. Her current subconscious obsessive-compulsive disorder behavior was completely different from her previous behavior of randomly stuffing clothes into a bag. Even if she had amnesia, would her personality change so much?
Cellululu couldn't understand and could only stop thinking about it. In addition to dirty clothes, the snakeskin bag also contained a green kettle and two yellow steamed buns wrapped in oil paper.
Cellululu felt that she was neither hungry nor thirsty now. However, it was very important to preserve food and water when she didn't know anything. Cellululu came to this conclusion almost immediately, and then, Put these dry food and water into your schoolbag.
After doing all this, she began to look at the surrounding environment and looked out the window. The long-distance bus was walking on a desolate soil slope plateau. In the distance, there were undulating yellow mountains and deep canyons. There was no green or yellow sand in her eyes. Flying around, watching tall dead grass swaying in the wind, I realized that the time I estimated before was correct. The sun was already hanging on the top of the mountain and would set at any time.
Cellululu looked away and looked at the passengers in the car. The car was not very noisy, but it was not very quiet either. There were about twenty people in it.
The person sitting at the front was an old farmer-like man in his forties or fifties. He had his back bent and his head lowered, smoking a hookah. Fortunately, the window was open and the wind was strong outside, so Celluloid didn't smell any smoke. Smell, under his feet, a thick pole was placed on two baskets, and he didn't know what was picked inside.
There was a middle-aged couple sitting two rows behind the old farmer. Both men and women had their faces turned sideways, so Celluloid could see their expressions clearly. The woman seemed dissatisfied and kept secretly pointing at the old farmer in front of her and whispering to her husband. Mumbling something, maybe because he could still smell a little smoke from that position, the husband frowned, his face showed dissatisfaction and impatience, and his low voice seemed to be urging his wife to be patient.
The two of them continued to mutter unhappily while holding their breath.
Cellululu looked back again, and saw two groups of people sitting side by side in an aisle. On the left was a young couple. The wife was holding her infant child, and the husband was looking down at the child. The two of them looked at each other and smiled from time to time. , the atmosphere was very warm, but at this moment the child suddenly cried, crying very loudly. Amid the dissatisfied looks from the people around, the wife quickly rocked the child gently and coaxed her up. The husband skillfully took out the bottle and stuffed it in. After putting it in the child's mouth, the child squeaked a few times and began to suck hard.
Sitting on the right was a young girl. At this time, she seemed to have just woken up from sleep, looking around. She turned around at this time, and met Cellululu's eyes, who were also looking curiously. As if she didn't expect to meet someone's eyes, the girl seemed startled and quickly looked away. Then, she pretended to be normal and turned around, lowering her head and no longer looking around. But when she took the last look, the look on her face , obviously also confused.
Cellululu was shocked. How was this expression different from her just now? Could it be that this person also lost his memory like himself?
She kept an eye out, and when she went to look at the other passengers, she found several suspicious characters like her, a chubby young man in his twenties, and a gloomy-faced man in his thirties. They were all either blatantly or They looked around vaguely, because they were all sitting in front of Cellululu, so Cellululu could see quite clearly.
In addition to this, there were four other people, but Cellululu was a little unsure.
One of them is particularly outstanding. Although this person has been sitting quietly and not trying to analyze anything like the passengers who may have lost their memory like her, but if you say that he is an ordinary passenger, his temperament feels a bit different.
Obviously this person, like all the other passengers who were wearing period clothes, was wearing an ordinary gray-blue stand-up collared tunic suit and trousers of the same color, but the evil side face under the dazzling red hair was... The earthy outfit instantly transformed into high-end clothing. At this time, the man's lips were slightly raised, and he smiled with interest as if he was expecting something. His eyes occasionally glanced at the other three, which made Celluloid feel untouchable. The right man.
These three men sat side by side. They were incompatible with everyone else's temperament. They looked particularly gloomy, even more gloomy than the gloomy man in his thirties. Their expressions were dull and their faces were pale. , the dark pupils are hollow and lifeless, a bit scary.
Cellulu felt that these three people were very uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but look away and looked at the remaining passengers in the front row.
There was a couple in their thirties with two children, a seven- or eight-year-old boy and a three- or four-year-old girl. The man looked very honest and honest, and there were large and small snakeskin bags around his feet.
The woman was feeding the boy, but the boy refused to eat well and kept shaking his head. The woman scolded her loudly with a sullen face. The three or four-year-old girl next to her watched helplessly, pulling her mother's sleeves to beg for food. The woman patted her impatiently. Open, saying, 'Wait until your brother finishes eating before eating! ',
The boy stuck out his tongue and made faces at his sister, and even deliberately spat out the food he had fed, which earned him a round of scolding from his mother. But even so, her mother still insisted that the boy finish eating before eating. The girl was fed, and her father sat beside her indifferently.
Preferring boys over girls, Cellululu shook her head and looked away without surprise. She took the opportunity to stretch and turn her head to look back. Otherwise, she would look back directly. It would not only feel awkward, but also might attract the attention of some caring people. Before she knew what was going on with her amnesia, she still didn't want to attract unnecessary attention.
There are two rows of seats at the back, but there are only two people sitting there. A teenage male student is also wearing a school uniform similar to sportswear, but he should be from a different school from hers because the style and color are different. Next to him is a forty-year-old male student. The fat woman of several years old also looked confused and panicked at this time.
After taking a glance, Celluloid turned back naturally.
However, the woman in her forties behind her was obviously not calm, so not long after, she heard the woman pulling the male student and starting to ask questions in a low voice, probably because she was young and easy to talk to. .
Cellululu pricked up her ears and listened carefully. She saw that the gloomy man suddenly leaned back in his chair and was obviously listening. As for the fat man, the young girl and the red-haired man, there was nothing obvious. I don't know if I didn't pay attention to the movement here or if I was secretly listening.
"Brother student, where is this car going?"
"Auntie, the final stop is Dead Man's Gully."
The little boy answered timidly, and De Lai asked dissatisfiedly.
"Who are you calling aunt? Do you know how to be polite? Call me miss or madam! Where is the Dead Man's Groove? Why do you have such a weird name?"
"Aunt...ma'am, the Dead Man's Gully is the Dead Man's Gully." The little boy said with some fear.
"Then do you know how I got here? Did you see where I got on the bus?" the woman asked reluctantly.
"...No, I don't know, I didn't pay attention..." the little boy replied, swallowing his saliva.
"Why don't you know anything? Then do you know how long until the next stop? Where is it? Is there a place to stay nearby?"
The woman was dissatisfied again, paused, and continued to ask.
"There are still more than thirty minutes. The next stop is Diaojie Ridge. Next to it is Diaoke Ridge Village. Madam, are you from there?"
The little boy asked curiously.
"Diaoneck Ridge? What the hell is that place name again? Who would be a person from that kind of ghost place! Is there a hotel or transportation to a big city there?" The woman cursed again and asked without giving up.
"...No...No, Diaojie Lingzhuang is a small place. If you want to go back to a big place, you have to wait until you get to Dead Man's Valley and take the bus back the next day. You can go to Mosquito Town, where you can go to a big place. The town bus." The little boy replied in a good-natured manner.
"What? There's only one bus line on this road? And there's only one bus a day? You're not bluffing me, are you?" the woman yelled.
"Madam, I didn't lie to you, it's true." The little boy said in a serious tone.
The woman asked again and again if there was a parking lot behind Hanging Ridge, and if she was sure that no other buses or private cars would pass by. She received a series of negative answers, and finally gave up in frustration.
Cellululu got the answer and began to think about her destination. Where was she going? Hanging Ridge or Dead Man's Trench? Unfortunately, there is no extra information in the schoolbag. So should I get off at the next stop? If she happened to be from Diaojiinglingzhuang, everyone would be happy, but if she got to the wrong stop, there would be no bus back and forth today. Or should we go to the next stop and check the situation?
No, there is another way. Cellululu's eyes couldn't help but look at the driver in the cab. If she was from a nearby village, the driver who ran this long route might remember where she was from, right?
Through the reflective glass mirror next to the cab, she was a little surprised to find that the driver was actually a female driver, and she was quite young and beautiful, although she was wearing a very rustic yellow-gray work jacket and trousers.
The female driver was very focused when driving, her eyes were staring ahead without blinking, and she was very careful every time she turned a corner. She deliberately slowed down the car so that people could hardly feel the steep bumps of the dirt slopes and the Grand Canyon. , as if driving on flat ground.
However, this state of being a novice on the road made Cellululu hesitate. Especially if this female driver had just started working, could she not recognize her or not remember which village she was from? Let’s try our luck at the next stop and ask her.
After thinking about it, Cellululu waited quietly for the next stop to arrive. The sun gradually set, and the light on the road began to dim. This was a dirt road, and Cellululu did not see any large street lights, which meant After nightfall, it will become pitch black here. The darkness in the countryside is far more intense than in the city, soaking the entire world like splashed ink.
After driving for another half hour, the sky was completely dark. In order to save electricity, the interior of the car was also pitch black. Only the light from the headlights cut through the darkness. The female driver drove even slower. The celluloid felt smaller than that. Ten minutes had passed since the boy's estimated arrival time, and she vaguely saw a waiting shed with a small light on the road ahead. It seemed like there were several people waiting for the bus there.
But other than that, Cellululu could no longer see any light source. The earth was pitch black, and the so-called Hanging Ridge Village could not be seen at all.
Cellululu hesitated even more. If I got off the bus here, would I be able to find Diaojie Ridge Village?
The car was slowly approaching the waiting shed, and the woman behind her asked like a roundworm in her stomach.
"Can't you see the Hanging Ridge Villa you mentioned?"
"It takes another fifteen minutes to walk from the farmland behind the waiting shed to see the village entrance." The little boy answered with a very understanding of the situation.
"Brother student, you know me very well. Are you from here?" the woman asked with a snort.
"No, I'm from Dead Man Valley. However, Diaojie Ridge is not far away, so I know a little bit about the situation." The little boy said with a low eyebrow.
The woman made no more noise.
The bus is almost at the stop, but everyone is sitting firmly and no one wants to get off. Does this mean that everyone is dead? No, except for those who were confused like her and suspected of amnesia.
Cellululu thought for a while, but still didn't move. Maybe she would look at the person getting on the bus. If she was from the same village, she might know her, but not necessarily.
The car finally arrived. The back door opened and no one got off. The front door opened and four men came up.
However, when she saw the four people clearly, Cellululu couldn't help but frown slightly. These four people had sinister faces and ferocious looks. Moreover, each of them was tall, broad-shouldered and round-waisted. They looked like bandit overlords clearly. This made Cellululu Lu immediately gave up the idea of attracting their attention to confirm whether she was from Diaojingling Village.
After the four people got in the car, they glanced inside the car as if they were patrolling the territory or looking for prey. They glanced at each other as if they were quite satisfied. Then they glanced at the driver casually, but at this glance, this The four people's eyes suddenly straightened up. After a moment, they exchanged a meaningful look again, full of ill intentions.
This unusual move made Cellululu immediately alert, and she felt a bad feeling in her heart. She subconsciously stood up and wanted to get off the car.
Cellulu picked up her schoolbag, but did not take the snakeskin bag. This thing is dispensable anyway, but if things don't go well, it can be regarded as a retreat and an excuse.
But as soon as she moved, the four people also moved. One of them strode to the back door and stopped in front of Cellululu. He asked with a sly smile on his bandit-like face.
"Little sister, what are you doing?"
"I...I want to get out of the car..." Cellululu lowered her head and muttered, pretending to be a little frightened.
"Get off the bus? You're not from this village, are you? Why are you getting off the bus?"
The bandit man looked at Cellululu for a few times, his sultry smile remained unchanged, but his voice was a little cold and he asked back.
Are you really not from this village? After Cellululu confirmed this, her face turned red and her voice was like a mosquito.
"I...I want to go to the toilet..."
"Oh, it turns out I need to go to the toilet."
The bandit man seemed to suddenly realize it, his voice lost the coldness, and he laughed frivolously.
"Haha, this guy is just blinding himself. He's very afraid of people in the wild. Brother, will you go with me?"
"No... no need, I'm not in a hurry..."
Cellululu shook her head quickly as if she was a little scared, lowered her head and sat back down quickly.
The bandit man didn't try to dissuade her. He smiled and watched her sit back. When he saw the snakeskin woven bag at Cellululu's feet, it was further confirmed that the little girl had indeed made a spur-of-the-moment move and was not aware of anything and wanted to get off the bus early.
Everyone in the car noticed that this group of people was not easy to mess with, but it was better to have more trouble than less trouble, so everyone lowered their heads and remained silent.
The female driver glanced at a few people with some uneasiness, then closed the front door as usual, started the car again, and drove towards the mountain road late at night.
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80 bottles of Flowers Blooming on the Other Side; 50 bottles of Baby, Shake; 40 bottles of Hector's Fan; 27 bottles of tea; →_→ 20 bottles; 10 bottles of red, green and purple; 5 bottles of Moon Night;
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