"Grandma!" My heart throbbed hard, and I rushed over, but it penetrated my grandma's body, and I was shocked at the same time.
The scene suddenly changed, and I found myself standing in an old residential area. It was damp and dark, with large pieces of paint falling off the walls, and an unpleasant smell of mold and decay.
In the distance, there are low-lying areas with smelly puddles on the ground, and garbage is everywhere. It is dilapidated and looks like a residence for foreign refugees.
I thought to myself, where is this? Why did I dream of such a scene?
But at this moment, a girl's cry for help suddenly came from behind, "Brother An, Brother An, help, help me, Brother An, help me quickly."
This is, my body was shaken hard, my heart was beating wildly, and my pupils suddenly shrank. This turned out to be He Huanhuan's voice that I thought about day and night.
I turned my head sharply and saw He Huanhuan running towards me quickly from a distance. Her face was covered with dirt, her hair was as messy and knotted as a beggar's, and her clothes were shabby and shabby, and her clothes were torn and torn. Mark of.
There was a big hole in the knee of his right leg, exposing the skin inside.
"Brother An, Brother An, wuwuwu, save me, save me." He Huanhuan cried and ran toward me with his hands outstretched, his eyes filled with deep longing for me and a strong desire to survive.
"Huanhuan!" I yelled and ran towards her without caring about anything else. What on earth was wrong with her and why she was like this made me very sad.
"Brother An, ah." But at this moment, He Huanhuan exclaimed and fell to the ground.
"Huanhuan." I shouted and was about to step forward to help her up, but suddenly, two tall men suddenly appeared out of thin air behind her.
They stared with big eyes and fierce expressions on their faces. A strong man looked at He Huanhuan fiercely and cursed: "You little bastard, if you dare to run away, I will kill you!"
After finishing speaking, he grabbed He Huanhuan's ankle and quickly dragged him back.
"No, let her go!" I yelled with blinding eyes and quickly chased after her, but the two strong men didn't seem to see us.
"Brother An, wuwuwu, save me, save me, wuwuwu." He Huanhuan cried heartbrokenly and at the same time, he dug his index fingers into the ground fiercely, dragging his body backwards, leaving ten bloody traces. .
"Huanhuan, let her go, let her go!" I roared hysterically, speeding up the chase.
But suddenly, a strong wind blew out of thin air. The figures of He Huanhuan and the two men gradually became blurred and were about to disappear from my sight.
"No!!!" I yelled, suddenly woke up and sat up, my forehead and face were covered with sweat, and it was already dark outside the window.
Click, the light is turned on.
Grandma was also awakened by me. She looked at me worriedly and asked, "Xiao An, what's wrong with you? What are you dreaming about?"
Grandpa was also worried and asked me what was wrong and what kind of nightmare I had.
I looked at my grandma and said quickly: "Grandma, I dreamed about your strange dream in the gray mist again, and I was so fierce that He Huanhuan..."
Then I told the dream in detail.
"Hey." Grandpa suddenly sighed and said, "Did something happen to Huanhuan? Is this a dream you delayed?"
Hearing this, I looked at my grandma with great worry. Fortunately, her words made me feel at ease.
"You old man, can you talk? Huanhuan is still alive, cough cough cough..." Grandma glared at him and then looked at me and said: "The scene you dreamed about may be where He Huanhuan is, no. Know where she was trafficked."
"Then why are there two big men? They won't do anything to Huanhuan, right?" When I heard this, pictures of He Huanhuan being humiliated in various ways appeared in my mind, and I became even more worried.
"Isn't it true that he was trafficked to that place in northern Myanmar?" Grandpa said worriedly.
When my grandma heard this, she didn't reprimand him and said that based on the information provided by my dream environment, this possibility was not ruled out. I became even more worried.
Northern Myanmar is not a place for people to go. Those who unfortunately end up there live a life of inhuman torture. They are beaten, scolded and humiliated every day, which is considered a minor offense. They may even have their organs cut off and sold on the black market, and then their bodies are dumped. wilderness.
Thinking of the many scenes of He Huanhuan being harmed, I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
Grandma suddenly said: "Xiao An, you are a Taoist immortal and very spiritual. This sudden dream may be some kind of reminder. You should pay more attention to Huan Huan's news recently."
"Hint, hint?" I was very flustered. Even if the dream was a hint, where could I find Huanhuan? The dream provided too little information.
Based on the dilapidated and decayed community, I couldn't tell where He Huanhuan was, and my anxious expression kept changing.
Grandma looked at me and comforted me: "Okay, Xiao An, don't worry too much. It's good that He Huanhuan is still alive. You never know when we will see her. The child's life should not be cut off."
Can't tell when we'll see her?
This cannot be said to be the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.
Grandma's words of comfort not only did not reassure me, but made me even more worried and sleepless.
Wait, that’s not right!
I had to sleep quickly, maybe I would dream about He Huanhuan getting useful clues, but when I lay down, I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
When I was eating in the morning, all I could think about was He Huanhuan, and I couldn't eat at all.
"Cough cough, cough cough..." Grandma coughed violently again, took off a piece of toilet paper and wiped her mouth, then threw it into the trash can, comforting me not to worry, I have to eat no matter what.
I felt like I was eating sand when I drank the rice porridge. After breakfast, my grandma coughed and packed up her reading tools and prepared to go to Li Yaopu Village.
Grandpa said earnestly on the side: "Old lady, after the Chinese New Year, just wash your hands and stop looking at things. Your health is important. Xiao An can take care of things now, so let Xiao An look after things."
My mental state this month is much better than that of the previous three months. People who come to see my grandma basically turn it over to me. She is almost as good as washing her hands in a golden basin now.
As long as it is not a very difficult problem, I can solve it. I have been recognized by a large number of people, and they all call me Mr. Xiao.
"Hey, let's talk about it after the Chinese New Year." After grandma said that, she put her bag on her back and looked at me and said to my grandpa: "I'm leaving now. I may not be able to come back in these two days. I may not be able to come back until after the Chinese New Year." "
"Ah?" Grandpa frowned and said, "Why does it take so long? Why don't you let Xiao An go with you? You are so uneasy."
"It's okay, I'll just go by myself. Well, I'll leave first. You guys stay at home." After speaking, grandma walked out carrying her bag.
Looking at my grandma's hunched figure walking away, for some reason, I had the illusion that I was about to lose her. Grandma is seventy-four this year.
My body is hunched, my back is no longer straight, my face is old and I have lost a lot of weight. I sigh to myself that time is not forgiving.
"Hey, this old woman is really annoying." My grandfather looked at her back and sighed secretly, then looked at me and said, "Come on, Xiao An, let's go back to the house."
Tomorrow is the New Year's Day, but I can't feel the atmosphere of the New Year at all. The worry about He Huanhuan in my heart is like a sickle hanging around my neck, making me tense up.
I couldn't stay in the house any longer, so I went to the police station again. The threshold of the door was almost broken by my steps.
When the policeman at the window saw me, before I could reach him, he shook his head and waved his hand at me. This had become his mechanical action.
I sighed and walked out of the police station, wandering aimlessly in the crowded streets. It was the end of the year, and people in the countryside were taking to the streets to buy new year's goods and firecrackers.
Suddenly, at the door of the general store next to me, an old man shouted, "Xiao An, it's Chinese New Year, why didn't you buy a skateboard this year?"
I looked at him and said with a forced smile: "I won't buy it, I've had enough fun."
At the end of every year, I buy a lot of firecrackers and small whips from his house. However, He Huanhuan is gone this year, so I am not in the mood to buy firecrackers to play with.
After saying that, I was about to walk home. Suddenly I stopped, looked back at the old man and said, "Master, do you still have the yellow paper?"
As soon as I started talking, the people around me looked at me strangely and kept some distance away from me, as if I was feeling unlucky during the Chinese New Year.
"Yes, yes." The old man whispered: "I want to buy it for Teacher Qiao. It's Chinese New Year. I understand. Come in with me."
After I walked in, I bought a bag of paper money, beer and fruits, and then walked out of the countryside. The sky was gray, as depressing as my mood.
Not long after, I came to Teacher Qiao's grave, placed the fruit tribute, and ignited the paper money, and the flames rose.
I opened another bottle of beer and took a sip, looked at Teacher Qiao's photo on the tombstone in front of me and said, "Teacher Qiao, tomorrow is the New Year's Eve, and I've sent you money."
As soon as he finished speaking, a whirlwind blew up out of thin air, and the burned paper money flew into the sky spinning in the wind.
White snowflakes fell from the sky.
I stretched out my hand to catch a snowflake and watched it gradually melt. The figure of Teacher Qiao and her gentle face appeared in my mind.
I simply sat in front of the tombstone, looked at her photo and said, "Teacher Qiao, are you okay over there? Do you know? Last night, I, I dreamed of He Huanhuan..."
I lowered my eyes in despair, took a sip of wine and looked at her photo again, and looked into her smiling face. Teacher Qiao in the photo was wearing that white dress, beautiful and holy.
And she looked at my face with a smile, as if she showed expectation and worry, as if she wanted to know what He Huanhuan was doing, and was waiting for me to continue.
There were no tombstones or photos in front of Teacher Qiao's grave. This may be because there are no tombstones in this graveyard, which caused everyone to ignore this problem. I never thought of this before when I was young.
The tombstone and photo in front of me were erected for Teacher Qiao at my own expense half a year ago. At that time, He Gui said it was unnecessary and felt it was a waste of money.
But I think there is a thought in this, and I also want Teacher Qiao to feel that there are still people who are thinking about her, because her soul is still sealed in the body.
I have a feeling that Teacher Qiao should know that I come to see her every time, including now.
Look at her smiling face towards me in the photo, and her expectant eyes.
But I took a deep breath and said with shame: "Teacher Qiao, Huanhuan her..."
