"Speaking of which, I can't remember how many people there are in this village and what they are called. Albert pressed the enchanted wooden door to the door frame, and the streamer flashed, and it became one with the door frame, "It's been fifteen years in a blink of an eye." ”

"And what do you remember most clearly, what are they called?" she clapped her hands, looked at her best window, wiped a few drops off her forehead, and nodded in satisfaction.

"That is, a few children, such as Ivan Rich, such as Selena, three or two neighbors, and then the village chief, the young people who often talk to the village chief's family, a few old people who are still a little prestigious, and I can't remember anything else. He stepped back and retreated more than ten meters away from the house to admire the masterpiece that the two had repaired, "There are a few other people who remember clearly, although the contact time added up to less than half a day. ”

"It's the guy in charge of collecting taxes. ”

When you don't even know if you'll survive, and someone wants to squeeze some oil out of you, even if you know it's just a symbolic takeaway, even if you know that the lord won't drive you to death, you will still feel a deep fear and disgust for these people.

Poor.

It's a disease.

A disease that penetrates deep into the bone marrow and penetrates into the heart.

He has experienced famine years in his previous life, and times when he was penniless.

At that time, a long time ago, the conditions were not good, he had to grab food with the dogs, he didn't want to die, so he dug the soil with other adults, and couldn't grab the shovel, so he slashed and ate the insects in the ground with his hands, the nails were rotten, the blood flowed, the strength was exhausted, the grass roots were eaten, the bark was gnawed, the wood was chewed, the insects and rats were gone, and the hands, body, and hair were all ashes, and when he looked up:

A lot of people are looking for something to eat.

Mu's dull eyes, so dirty that they couldn't see their expressions clearly, there were only layers of skin wrapped in bones, their hands were rotten, their clothes were rotten, and the wounds were not flesh, but bones, and they were still digging the soil because they wanted to live.

Some people couldn't stand it anymore, so they looked for the stakes that had been cut out and gnawed the roots of the trees, and picked up the clumps of soil next to them.

Just saliva, click, swallow, find a place to lie down, hold a big belly like a pregnant baby, sleep, no one is gone.

There were also people squatting at the intersection, staring at passers-by, baring their teeth and drooling.

Look at yourself again, her hair is scattered, her face is black I don't know if it's dirt or blood, and when I look in the mirror, my eyes are green, not like people.

Like a ghost.

I survived later, and after a few years, I had to find a job, I had no education, I didn't have a hukou, I wanted to work hard, and in the most difficult days, I had no money, so I could only squat on the road, with my hands on my stomach, my head was empty, and I looked at the stars in the sky.

So he didn't scare him when he encountered similar difficulties in his life, and he was never afraid of these.

"The villagers are all good people, really, all good people, and the door of this place doesn't have to be closed at night, and no one ever takes other people's things. He looked into the distance, the smoke curling, it was the villagers preparing breakfast, "The people here have a special backbone." ”

"They only go to the other people in the village to borrow something when they really can't stand it and are dying of hunger, and they don't need an IOU, although they can't read, but they are very trustworthy, the year before last you borrowed a few steamed buns, and the year after you forgot to have this stubble, they will stuff the steamed buns into your hands. ”

"The most stubborn old man in it, I also sent things over the wall. At this, the wizard grinned, and his eyes flashed with something, but he smiled wistfully:

"That's a lot harder than stealing. ”

"There are only a few people in the village, everyone is familiar with each other, and it is common for the New Year to get together like a family, and we all know what the situation of the elderly is. ”

"No children and no daughters, lonely, looking at the strange temper, in fact, I just want to find someone to say a few words, the uncle is kind-hearted, sometimes I want to go into the back mountain to find something, I don't understand, ask him is right, people were a hunter when they were young, and now they are old, they can't run, and there is not enough firewood in winter, so we take advantage of midnight to climb over the wall to get firewood into people's firewood, and the action must be light, and he doesn't want to be found. ”

"Later, they caught a few hares and stuffed them for us, and they didn't say anything in between, but he must have known what we were doing. ”

Albert still remembers those events.

As the saying goes, there is nothing more than this for the righteous to slaughter dogs.

Small places, little people.

It's just such a broken place where there is nothing to do, and there are some things that pay attention to kindness and must be repaid, and words must be done, and the stubborn seeds that are as hard as black stones in the back mountains are as strong as wild donkeys.

Poor backbone, the poorer the more backbone, talking about dignity, all of them are iron-clad heroes.

Maybe it's a little funny in the eyes of the rich, they don't understand what these stones are in their heads, but it's actually very simple, they have only this point left, and naturally they have to hold on to it.

"All we have is backbone. ”

"Many people have taught me in my previous life, and the people in the village have taught me in this life. ”

They walked down the main road to the other houses.

As they talked, they walked quickly, not slowly, and a few children saw them, hiding behind the wall, showing only their eyes, and observing the two from a distance.

There are still a few grown-ups watching.

"They should remember me. "It's not a good place, but the people who grew up here have a good memory." ”

The adults who watched him from afar just didn't recognize him for the time being, who had been gone for so many years.

"Hey——, Uncle Midyat. Albert held up his hand, "Remember me?"

He shouted to the bearded man in the field, it was a middle-aged white uncle who was half a head taller than him, the gray cloth shirt was open at will, revealing the white cloth shirt, the cotton and linen trousers were rolled up at the hem, and he didn't even wear shoes, so he carried the hoe to the field, and the man heard his cry, and seemed to be a little uncertain, he didn't recognize the young man who had changed too much compared with the "thin bamboo pole" back then.

"It's me!Albert!"

There were several fields between the two, in short, it was far away, and this time he didn't use his extraordinary strength, and he couldn't see the uncle's expression clearly, but he could only see the man running two steps and throwing down the hoe and coming over.

"I'm back!"

The others heard his shouts and were walking towards him, and it seemed that they did remember the boy from that time.

"Although the people here haven't been to school much, their memory is okay, and I don't know how much they remember about me. He took Cecilia's hand and walked towards the villagers, "This is a return to the country, but to be honest, I don't know what to do next." ”

He didn't bring anything with him, and after many years of absence, he still remembered him, and he had never encountered such a thing.

Albert took a deep breath to calm his rapidly accelerating heartbeat, he didn't know whether he should be more formal or relaxed, thinking about his next move, and then he laughed, it was not an informal setting, it was just a wanderer's home, what was there to be nervous about.

"Really?"

In a very simple sentence, the voice of Midyat, who sat in front of him, was as thick as a bellows, and this rough man never knew any politeness, only showed a very scary smile and patted him on the shoulder.

"Or else?"

He spread his hands: "Who else could it be? It's me, the dead kid back then." ”

"I'm back. ”

Albert added: "But I will leave after a few days." ”

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emmmmm, I calculate, 29916 days is about 997.2 months, 997.2 months is about 83.1 years, 83 plus 17, wow, you can, you can stimulate and stimulate, I was more than 100 years old when the lockdown was lifted, and I don't know if I can live until that day (Wangtian) (manual funny).