The scenery outside the window gradually faded, and time returned to the adult era of Yinglong, he walked by the river, and continued to watch the flowing water in the river flow slowly, the river seemed to flow northward like never-ending, year after year, never interrupted, the river rolled up with a chill and the river wind ruffled Yinglong's hair, Yinglong stretched out his hand to pull the hair that was blown in front of his forehead to the tip of his eyebrows.

In the distance, the sound of a train passing over the iron bridge was heard, and the sound was unusually dull, and it ran towards the station in the distance with a roar.

The carriages shimmered in the sunlight, and passengers in the small windows of each carriage were curiously looking at the scenery outside the windows.

Yinglong looked at the train slowly passing in the distance, exhaled a dull breath in his nose, couldn't help but light another cigarette, took a puff, and then spit the smoke out of his mouth, and the green smoke that dispersed instantly brought him back to the past.

At that time, after leaving Shenyang, the train traveled to the south.

It was close to noon and the temperature was scorching.

The train entered a large station, and from the platform, there was a huge glass torch standing on the top floor of the station, red and shining, like a raging flame, which suddenly made the surrounding gas temperature rise by several degrees instantly.

Milan took out a five-cent coin and bought a mung bean ice from the vendor on the platform and handed it to Yinglong.

Xiao Yinglong tasted mung bean ice for the first time, and felt that the popsicle was very sweet, and the beans were fragrant and soft.

He smashed his little mouth and kept licking the popsicle, and the cool feeling suddenly made him feel much cooler, and the sweat that kept coming out also subsided a little. Looking out the window at the people with Southern accents one after another, he felt a little incredible.

Why didn't he understand what these people were saying? But he didn't think much about it, because it was good to have a popsicle to quench his thirst at the moment.

Xiao Yinglong just ate the popsicle, as if everything outside had nothing to do with him, so he didn't bother to care about it.

Then the train came to a halt after several tosses, and Milan got off the train with the child.

Out of the station, Milan carried his luggage in one hand and dragged Yinglong into a bus with the other, found a seat and settled down, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

She said to herself, "Alas, my head is dizzy, and Yinglong will be home in a while." ”

"Where's home?"

Yinglong looked at the gloomy sky outside, the air was a little stuffy, there were not many pedestrians on the side of the road, the walls on both sides of the street were painted with white lime, and occasionally a few trucks drove by, and a puff of dust kicked up at the tail.

Milan took Yinglong to get off the train at a quieter station, walked a distance, and entered a large courtyard through a small gate.

Outside is a three-story office building, inside is a public rental building, and there is a row of bungalows downstairs.

Could this be the home of Little Yinglong?

As far as the eye can see, there are several tall paulownia trees with white flowers in the courtyard, and the ground is covered with half-yellow fallen leaves of the paulownia trees.

Yinglong followed Milan upstairs and opened the door into his parents' house.

He looked in amazement at everything strange and new in the room.

A half-worn calendar hangs on the wall of the home, and opposite is a large old-fashioned bed, and next to the bed is an old dressing table with a small white porcelain bust of the leader.

Further into the dining room was a dark and shiny table of eight immortals by the window, on which were placed several white porcelain bowls with leftovers, and a single bed against the wall, and a small kitchen on the other side.

In addition, there is a cottage across the hallway, which is also the house of the family.

At this time, a figure with a schoolbag rushed in and called Milan, "Mom, you're back!"

Milan smiled and said to him, "Yinghong! This is your brother Yinglong!"

Yinghong was more than ten years old, but he was tall and dark-skinned, he touched Yinglong's little head and asked curiously: "Yinglong has grown so big!"

Milan pointed at Yinghong and said, "Yinglong, call my brother quickly!"

Yinglong raised his head and called out in a tender voice: "Brother!"

Yinghong listened and said, "He can speak Mandarin!"

In fact, Yinglong speaks Northeast dialect, and the pronunciation is generally similar to Mandarin, but there are still certain differences.

In less than an hour, Yinglong's sisters Yingyun and Yingzhu also returned.

Seeing his brother and sister, Yinglong quietly packed up his things next to him, while he couldn't help but look at this new home.

In the evening, when his father Yingnan came back, he made a table of meals, and everyone had a reunion dinner, and the family of six finally got together.

In the time since, Yinglong has seen the streets and parks here under the leadership of his brother Yinghong.

The neighbors also found this little boy from the Northeast, who was not tall, thin and spoke Northeast dialect.

Everyone only heard that this was the youngest son of Yingnan and Milan, and they didn't know when they were sent to the northeast.

And until now, some people know that Yingnan and Milan originally had one of the youngest children in the family.

For this little boy, people only observed him curiously for a long time, and politely asked Yingnan and Milan: "This is your old man, and what is your name?"

Yingnan and Milan generally replied a little embarrassed: "Yes, it's called Yinglong." ”

Although Yinglong couldn't understand the Bincheng dialect here for a long time, because he often played with Yingzhu and the children around him, he slowly figured out what they were talking about.

It's just that he doesn't know how to speak dialects, and he is also one of the few men in this courtyard who can speak Northeast dialect

Child. Sometimes Yinglong would find other children asking him, "What are you talking about?"

The words are the same. ”

However, Xiao Yinglong didn't know how to answer, like like, what can I do.

Sometimes, Yinglong will miss his little friend "Little Flower", and he can't help but feel a little nostalgic, and he can't help but ask his mother: "Where is my Little Flower?"

Milan suddenly realized, and couldn't help but think of the little orange cat that Yinglong fed - Xiaohua.

However, the two places are so far apart, where can we get the little flowers?

Milan had no choice but to comfort Yinglong: "Xiaohua is fine, she will come to our house in the future, don't worry." ”

But Yinglong misses Xiaohua very much, but Xiaohua is not around.

Xiao Yinglong often looked at the kittens wandering around in the yard and thought about the little flowers.

Then one day, Milan came home from work with a large cardboard box in her hand, and she happily said to Yinglong: "Yinglong!

Yinglong rushed up to take the carton, opened the lid and looked, a familiar small figure jumped out, it turned out to be Xiaohua!

Xiaohua was lazy, it seemed that she was a little hungry, it raised its head and screamed at Yinglong, Yinglong was very happy, he took Xiaohua in his arms, and Xiaohua stretched out his naughty little tongue and licked Yinglong's fleshy little hands, Yinglong stroked Xiaohua's head and asked it: "Xiaohua! Are you hungry?"

Milan hurriedly got some leftovers and poured them on the ground in a small porcelain bowl, and Xiaohua couldn't wait to eat them, looking at Yinglong while eating.

It turned out that the fourth uncle heard Milan talk about Xiaohua on the phone, and knew that Yinglong was worried about Xiaohua, so he entrusted a colleague who was on a business trip to Bencheng to bring Xiaohua over by the way.

Yinglong saw his long-lost friend, and he didn't know how happy he should be, so that he had to hug Xiaohua when he went to bed at night.

And when Xiaohua saw her master, she always behaved like a sensible child, and she was inseparable from Yinglong.

Yinglong still likes to take Xiaohua with him when he goes out to play, and he is always inseparable from the little master like a little follower.

Even the neighbor's children saw it, and they felt that they had never seen such an obedient kitten.

The children were amazed, and they couldn't help but tease Xiaohua a few times when they saw it.

Yinglong is of course very generous, and simply let the children touch it a few times, he feels that Xiaohua makes him very face-saving in front of the children.

Soon after, Young-ryong and Young-joo took Xiaohua in the yard as usual, teasing Xiaohua with a few children.

After a while, several older boys came, none of whom the children had ever met.

The boys looked at them with bad intentions, muttering something.

A tall boy pointed to Xiaohua and asked them, "Whose cat is this?"

Xiao Yinglong was so frightened that he hurriedly hugged Xiaohua tightly in his arms, and said reluctantly, "It's mine." ”

"Bring it! I'll do a magic trick for you!" the boy ordered.

Yinglong timidly asked, "What magic?"

The big boy replied maliciously, "Let your cat fly!"

Xiao Yinglong angrily retorted: "Cats can't fly! Cats don't have wings!"

The boy laughed: "You can fly without wings!

Yinglong took a few steps back in fear and hugged Xiaohua tightly.

At this time, several other boys rushed up to snatch Xiaohua from Yinglong's arms, and Xiaohua struggled in pain and screamed loudly.

Several older boys snatched Xiaohua away, got a piece of hemp rope from some corner, tied Xiaohua's neck with one end, and threw it vigorously to a small tree next to it.

Then a child climbed up and tied the other end of the rope to a branch.

Xiaohua struggled desperately, her four paws dancing in pain, and her small body flung around with the hemp rope.

Several older boys gloated and shouted, "Isn't this flying!

Yinglong's heart suddenly twisted like a knife, and he shouted loudly: "Xiaohua, Xiaohua, save Xiaohua, it will die!"

He was going to climb the tree, but his strength was too small to climb it, because he was only five or six years old.

Yinglong sat down on the ground and cried loudly, gradually feeling a little out of breath in his chest, as if he was about to suffocate, and slowly passed out on the ground.

Seeing this situation, several children were nervous and couldn't get out of breath, and suddenly someone shouted: "Go and call the adults!

Then they ran towards the office building.

When the bad boys heard this, they shouted, "How dare you!"

After saying that, he ran towards the gate of the courtyard with a cruel smile.

At this time, only Yingzhu was left standing beside Xiao Yinglong at a loss, she raised her head to look at Xiaohua, who had stopped struggling, and looked down at her younger brother Yinglong, not knowing what to do.

Then a child came to her and said, "Splash him with cold water!" and he will wake up." ”

Probably he'd seen adults do this before.

Young-joo listened and asked some questions: "Splash him with cold water, won't he catch a cold?"

"Well, splash him with water and he'll wake up. ”

So Yingzhu hurriedly ran upstairs to scoop a spoonful of tap water with a spoon, and gently sprinkled it on Xiao Yinglong's face in disbelief.

Yinglong was stirred by the cold water, and slowly woke up, he looked at Yingzhu, then at Xiaohua, and sobbed in a low voice.

After a while, Yingzhu led Yinglong back to the house.

Xiao Yinglong didn't say a word, just leaned on the window and stared blankly at the little flower hanging from the tree outside the window, and the window was facing the little tree.

"The little flower is alive, it's moving. ”

Yinglong suddenly said pitifully, his eyes fixed on Xiaohua.

Xiaohua swayed slightly under the cold wind, and her body was a little stiff.

After Yingzhu saw this, she sympathetically told Yinglong: "Xiaohua is dead, don't look at it anymore." ”

"No! Xiaohua is still alive! It's still moving!"

Xiao Yinglong protested stubbornly and pursed his mouth tightly.

After saying that, Yinglong lay motionless in front of the window for a whole afternoon, looking at the little flower hanging from the tree, not saying a word, just praying silently in his heart.

After Milan returned home, she learned about Xiaohua from Yingzhu, she was very angry, but she had no choice but to sigh and persuade Yinglong to rest for a while.

At night, Milan took advantage of Yinglong's sleep, and asked Yinghong to climb up the tree and untie the little flower and bury it under the tree, so that Yinglong would not be sad when he got up the next day.

In the morning, Yinglong came to the window again to look at Xiaohua, and suddenly found that it was gone, and felt a little strange.

Yingzhu cautiously told Yinglong: "Xiaohua has run away!"

When Yinglong heard Yingzhu say this, his eyes lit up, and he seemed to feel hope: "Xiaohua ran away?"

"Yes! Xiaohua ran away. ”

Xiao Yinglong suddenly felt a little surprised, but a little disappointed, but the biggest comfort at this moment is: after all, Xiaohua is still "alive", but he may never see Xiaohua again, his childhood friend.

This is also the first good friend in Yinglong's life to leave him, perhaps this is also the life and death of his closest friend that he hazy felt in his childhood.

However, his grandmother's family, who was far away in Shenyang, was the relatives he believed would be able to see reunion soon, and when he remembered it, he was not so sad.

Since then, no matter at any time or anywhere, when Yinglong sees a kitten walking alone, he will always pay special attention to see if it looks like his little flower, and even once thought that one day he could find the little flower, as long as it was alive.