"Xiaojun, Xiaojun, wake up......"

An immature voice kept ringing in Guan Xiaojun's ears, making Guan Xiaojun upset, "Sleep doesn't make people sleep well, don't you ...... annoying?"

He turned over and sat up, and the words that he wanted to scold were swallowed into his stomach, and he was stunned on the spot, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"Xiaojun, what's wrong with you?"

The little girl opposite saw Guan Xiaojun stunned, thinking that he had just woken up and was a little stunned, and she didn't care, so she reached out and helped him up, "Okay, it's getting dark, let's go home!"

After Guan Xiaojun was pulled up by the little girl, he looked at the girl in front of him who was wearing a red T-shirt and green shorts underneath, and cautiously tentatively shouted, "Sister?"

The little girl smiled sweetly, reached out and touched Guan Xiaojun's head dotingly, and replied crisply: "Hey-"

She looked at Guan Xiaojun and dragged out the word "hey" in a long tone, and the tail of the voice rippled in the air for a long time before slowly dissipating.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the girl's small palm-sized face, reflecting a faint red halo, and the breeze blew, blowing the little girl's short ear-length hair like aquatic plants in the water.

Guan Xiaojun rubbed his eyes, stretched out his hand to the little hand of the girl in front of him, "Sister, what are we doing here?"

After the little girl was grabbed by Guan Xiaojun's hand, her body twisted, and her other hand tapped lightly on Guan Xiaojun's head, and said with a smile: "Don't make trouble! Help me drive the sheep home, and I will go home to cook in a while!"

Guan Xiaojun stood on the spot in a daze, scanning the surroundings.

In front of me is a river dozens of meters wide, the small tidal flat in the middle of the river is like a long aquatic grass swaying with the wind, a few white water birds stand on it in a daze, as if thinking about something, occasionally one stretches out its neck and flapps its wings and flies towards the sky, landing on another tidal flat not far away.

The grass is green by the river, and there are a few green goats on the undulating grass with their heads down to gnaw on the grass, and the little girl who knocked on Guan Xiaojun's head just now is holding a whip to drive the sheep, and a few little sheep are bleating and running towards Guan Xiaojun.

Looking into the distance, the crooked river in the crooked river shimmered with a little bit of broken gold in the sunset, and from time to time small fish burst out of the water and then fell rapidly, waving in a circle of ripples.

Not far from the river, near the embankment, there is a large willow tree, the leaves of the willow tree slowly shake in the breeze, the cicada chirps intermittently from the tree, and occasionally a frightened cicada screams and flies up rapidly, scattering a row of urine visible to the naked eye in the air.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Guan Xiaojun's body couldn't help but tremble, he slowly knelt on the ground, reached out and pulled a piece of grass from the ground, put the grass on the tip of his nose, and slowly closed his eyes.

The fragrance of this little grass is so real that you can't even doubt that it's a dream.

Looking at the little girl who drove the goat slowly towards him, watching the tail of the blue-gray goat flicking from time to time, the sheep dung eggs pulled out while walking, and looking at the yellow sandals that had been sewn many times under his little palms and small soles, Guan Xiaojun couldn't help but cry on the ground!

Many times, whenever he felt the boundless pressure of life and the predicament that it was difficult to see the dawn, Guan Xiaojun wished that what he was facing in front of him was just a nightmare, and when he woke up from the dream, he found that he was just lying on the desk and falling asleep, all the joys and sorrows were just a dream, and the teacher on the podium was still lecturing loudly......

Although this kind of thinking is just a weak emotion to escape from reality, this is indeed Guan Xiaojun's own true thoughts.

Guan Xiaojun has thought about a question more than once, if everything can be done again, then what will he become?

It's a pity that there is no if in life, the river of time will always just move forward, and will not flow backwards, even if it is reversed, people's memories will flow backwards, in fact, nothing can be changed, unless everything can be reversed.

Now, he really has a chance to do it all over again!

He really went back to his childhood, and his young sister was herding sheep by the river at this time, and he should have fallen asleep on the green grass.

The experience of more than 40 years ago was like a big dream, and the five or six-year-old children who were lying by the river dreaming finally woke up.

"Baa Baa ......"

A few little lambs in front of them stepped on the green grass and ran over briskly, waking up Guan Xiaojun, who was flying in his thoughts, and looked up, his sister Guan Yang was holding the old goat with one hand, and the whip was gently waving in the other, slowly approaching him from far and near.

"This is my sister!"

Looking at Guan Yang who was walking slowly, Guan Xiaojun's tears flowed out again, and he had mixed feelings in his heart.

Many years later, because of a series of impulsive choices, I was very unsatisfactory, I wasted half my life, achieved nothing, and barely mixed a small director in the unit, but I was splinted everywhere, and I was short-tempered, and I was about to beat people when I stared, so my popularity was not very good, and I never got promoted.

My house is small, and the elderly in the family are taken care of by my sister to my own home, so my sister and brother-in-law have quarreled a lot, and for more than ten years, I feel that I am most sorry for my sister.

He was in a daze, and suddenly his eyes darkened, and Guan Yang, who was holding a whip, was already standing in front of him, "Xiaojun, what's wrong with you?"

Guan Xiaojun slowly stood up and said with a smile: "Sister, I'm fine, I was fascinated just now!"

"Oops, I'll blow it for you!"

Guan Yang loves his younger brother very much, although she is only three years older than Guan Xiaojun, she is already like a little adult. She stretched out her little hand to support Xiaojun's eyelids, blew hard a few times, and looked at Guan Xiaojun with dark round eyes: "Are you better?"

Guan Xiaojun's tears flowed uncontrollably, "Okay, okay, it's okay!"

"Then why are you still crying?"

"I just want to cry!"

"What are you crying about, I didn't bully you!"

"It's okay, sister, let's go home!"

"Well, you put away the mat and let's go home together. ”

Guan Xiaojun followed Guan Yang, carrying a roll of straw mats, turning over the grassy mound, and walking along the small slope to the gap in the embankment, crossing the embankment, and then passing through a small forest, a small village came into view.

At this time, the village was different from the village with red walls and green tiles and small buildings standing on several floors in later generations, and the whole village today is a piece of earthy yellow, basically all the courtyard walls are picked up with mud mixed with straw, and there are generally palm-sized cacti planted on the wall, and the local dialect here is called thorn pot cake.

Before Guan Xiaojun went to junior high school, he always thought that all cacti in the world were like this flaky and thorny, and it was not until later that he learned that there were many shapes of cacti.

When the two of them walked to the head of the village, they could find that there was a blue-white stone mortar standing under the big willow tree at the head of the village, which was used by the villagers to make rice.

There was also a mill next to the mortar, on which several sparrows were jumping around pecking at the grain crumbs.

At the head of the village, someone had already driven a donkey cart back from the field, and there were still scattered residual ears of wheat on the cartboard, and not far away stood a gray-white telephone pole, on which was a large gray horn, and there were several small transparent holes on the loudspeaker, which Guan Xiaojun's father, Guan Yunshan, had shot out with an air gun.

At this time, a fragment of the opera was playing on the loudspeaker, and Hailianchi's voice came out of the loudspeaker, "Xiaocang baby, I left Dengfeng County, and I suffered from hunger and suffering along the way......"

In the sound of this opera, Guan Yang waved his whip to drive the sheep into a tall red gatehouse, which was extremely eye-catching in the whole village, and there were two stone drums standing under the gate, one of which had been damaged, and a piece was missing from it, which was accidentally hit by Guan Yunshan's car.

As soon as the two sisters and brothers walked into the courtyard, they saw an extremely tall red-faced man with a cigarette in his mouth, and the red-faced man grinned when he saw the two sisters and brothers, "Yangyang, Xiaojun, come, look at what this is?"

He took out a red sesame officer-shaped tumbler from the compartment of a Wuling tractor in the courtyard and handed it to Guan Xiaojun, "Do you like it or not?"

He is Guan Xiaojun's father, Guan Yunshan.