Zhang Xiaoyao, who woke up, only felt that his mind was blank, fortunately, he looked at the white steamed bun in front of him and knew that he was hungry, Zhang Xiaoyao stretched out his dirty and bloodstained hands to hold the steamed bun, and looked at the little boy with a smirk. Then I ate it in a big gulp, and a handmade steamed bun was so delicious.

The boy's eyes were wide and clear, puzzled.

"The steamed buns I eat every day are so delicious? Why didn't I find out! Is it that the steamed buns made by my grandma today are different?"

"Mo'er, Mo'er, I'm coming back for breakfast!" a peasant woman called out to the little boy to come home.

"Hey, Mo'er knows!"

"Big brother, I'm going home for dinner, and I'll come to see you later. Mom said that you have to eat every day when you are born, otherwise you won't grow up, you will starve to death, and if you starve to death, there will be nothing!" said the little boy named Mo'er to Zhang Xiaoyao, turned around and ran home.

"Mo'er ......"

"Hmm...... Yes, people have to eat to live, and only by eating can they live, and only by living can they have hope. No! I still have hope, Qing'er still has hope! There is always a glimmer of life in the way of heaven!" After listening to Mo'er's words, Zhang Xiaoyao's dull eyes suddenly glowed with the first brilliance, and he whispered in a low voice.

"Thank you...... I see!"

"I'm still alive, I'm still alive, I'm still alive, I'm still quiet, I shouldn't be like this. ”

Zhang Xiaoyao stood up and bowed his head to the small tiled house with smoke from Mo'er's house, and turned to leave the firewood and grass pile.

When Mo'er had breakfast, ran out to play again, and when she got to the firewood and grass pile, the dirty big brother was gone, and Mo'er turned around and ran into a small temple, in which there was a statue of Guanyin.

"Hmm, big brother, it's lost? I can't find it here! I also ate the steamed buns for breakfast, and they didn't look very fragrant. It must be that the big brother is too hungry, and the Bodhisattva blesses the big brother to have something to eat, so don't be hungry anymore. The little boy followed the example of an adult, and bowed to the Bodhisattva with words in his mouth, muttering.

Xiangyang, Zhang Xiaoyao, who saw the road sign at this moment, knew that he was already in Xiangyang, the small village just now was called Phoenix Village, Zhang Xiaoyao remembered the little boy who handed him the steamed bun called Mo'er.

On the way out of Guanyin Village, Zhang Xiaoyao found that his physical condition was very bad, the Yin Yang Bead was silent, and he tried to run the Chaos Eternal Decision, but he didn't react at all, and he couldn't exercise at all. It may be that his dantian has also dried up, and the muscles and veins in his body are broken!

I have become an ordinary person again, whether it is an ordinary person, then cherish the life in front of you. Isn't it also life to stay unintentionally and be pampered and humiliated? In the past, I always got together with my relatives, friends, and lovers and separated more, but now is not the time to make up for it? The sky is really still so harsh and ruthlessly fair!

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyao forgot the troubles and disputes in the rivers and lakes, and forgot that he used to be a cultivator, so let's be a good man! If ascending to immortality is at the cost of sacrifice, then don't do it! What if you lose or gain? What should be your own will be your own after all, and it won't last long after all.

Zhang Xiaoyao was walking on a country road, ready to stop a car to see if he could take himself in the direction of his hometown.

"Go and go, where did you come from called Hanako, get out of the way for my brother, good dogs don't get in the way, if you don't go away, my brother will be mad and hit people!"

Zhang Xiaoyao was not angry, so he had to continue to stop a car.

"Husband, get out of the way of that beggar, don't touch porcelain! Change lanes, speed up and run over!GOOD!"

"Hey, see clearly, uncle is running, not everyone can get on it! Little sister, go, uncle will take you to pretend to take you to fly!"

Zhang Xiaoyao didn't know how many cars he stopped, either scolding, disgusting, or directly avoiding or using excuses to be in a hurry, etc.

This is the human heart, more things are better than less things, everyone is afraid of taking risks and responsibilities. Zhang Xiaoyao was still smiling, his black face showing a mouthful of white teeth.

Finally, a three-wheeled agricultural motorized sudden, sudden, sudden, sudden.

"Brother, you're too miserable! The beggars in the south of the city all drove luxury cars to beg in disguise, and turned around to be free in the high-end clubhouse. I've been watching you stop the car from afar, go, get in the car! Brother will take you for a ride, don't look at the loud sound of the motorized three-wheeler, let's also be a special car!" The motorized three-wheeled brother with gray hair took the initiative to greet Zhang Xiaoyao and said.

"Thank you, brother, good people will be blessed!"

Along the way, Zhang Xiaoyao chatted with the mobile three-wheeled brother sentence by sentence, it turned out that the old brother actually went to Nanyang to buy goods and sell them back, and the difference in price changed hands was profit. The price of Nanyang is cheaper than that of Xiangyang, and the supply of goods is good, so the elder brother would rather run more than 100 kilometers to pull a cart of goods.

Even if people are cheated and cheated in this society always happen from time to time, and indifference and snobbery are often encountered, there are still so many simple, kind and kind-hearted people who inject hot blood and positive energy into this society.

I don't know how many hours the motorized three-wheeled run, Zhang Xiaoyao finally arrived in Nanyang, Zhang Xiaoyao got out of the car, and said goodbye to the three-wheeled brother with a thousand thanks, the old brother grinned and said: "Who doesn't have a problem? ”

When he arrived in Nanyang, Zhang Xiaoyao learned to be obedient, and everything was better than relying on himself. So for many days, there was a dirty beggar near Nanyang Station, constantly picking up the drink bottles discarded by the flow of people on the ground.

Zhang Xiaoyao's dirty clothes and black face have also been washed, his face is slightly pale, although his hair is gray and messy, and his clothes are a little tattered, but his black eyes are radiant.

Occasionally, Zhang Xiaoyao will be seen squatting in a corner and grabbing a white steamed bun in one hand and swallowing it in one hand, without hot water or drinks, but he is very happy to eat.

No one at the station recognized Zhang Xiaoyao, and no one spoke to Zhang Xiaoyao, everyone thought he was a scavenger or a self-supporting beggar, who could believe that Zhang Xiaoyao in front of him was the former gold belt boxing champion, the once glorious CEO of Xiaoyao Medicine?

Perhaps all the light has passed, and it has passed since Zhang Xiaoyao left the Kunlun battlefield in a mad manner. The success or failure of the day and night is difficult to see through the world, who can stay in the glorious years yesterday?

At the beginning of July, Zhang Xiaoyao finally saved enough money to go home, and bought a very cheap clothes, Zhang Xiaoyao changed into a new outfit, holding the train ticket home, and only ten yuan was left in his hand.

Zhang Xiaoyao recalled his days at Nanyang Station and couldn't help but sigh. During the day, I kept picking up drink bottles, and at night I would run to a dilapidated demolition house without doors and windows to lay a bunch of weeds in the corner and fall asleep.

There is competition in whatever you do, and that's society, and it's the same with picking up bottles. He was also warned by his scavenging colleagues not to move nearby, so Zhang Xiaoyao had to go farther away.

Why do you have to pick up drink bottles? Because Zhang Xiaoyao once found that he couldn't even lift two bricks, which was completely wasted. Even so, Zhang Xiaoyao never thought about contacting his family and asking relatives and friends to take him back, he must be able to, he must be able to.

Zhang Xiaoyao did not give up hope, he still thought about going home, that forever warm home, and thinking about family, friends, lovers, those who will always be remembered in his heart.

Early in the morning of July 7, Zhang Xiaoyao finally set foot on this beloved land, got on the country bus to return home, and watched silent all the way.

Zhang Xiaoyao got out of the car and walked the same country road again, but in a different mood, he lowered his head all the way and didn't say a word. Finally got home.

"Xiaoyao, you're back! You're thin, you're tanned, are you hungry? Mom is making you breakfast, you go back to the house to rest first, and call you when you're ready." It's been a month since the college entrance examination, and my mother didn't ask anything, just looked at herself with concern and said.

"Mom...... , I'm not hungry, I've eaten!" At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyao couldn't hold back his tears anymore, and instantly burst into tears.

"Okay, okay, how old are you, and you're still crying! Just come back!" said my mother comfortingly.

On the night of July 7, Zhang Xiaoyao stayed awake all night.

On July 8, Zhang Xiaoyao was very conflicted in his heart, he had lost a lot now, and he was afraid that Xu Wenjing would know all this, but he couldn't help but want to see her, even if it was just a glance. In the end, Zhang Xiaoyao still dialed Wen Jing's phone.

"Hey, Xiaoyao, are you okay?There are a lot of things I want to say to you, it just so happens that my best friend Wang Lin is going to her house to get together today, let's go together!" Xu Wenjing said first.

It's still Wen Jing's familiar, warm voice.

"Well, good!"

Zhang Xiaoyao couldn't wait to ride a bicycle to Wang Lin's house, along the way, Zhang Xiaoyao was entangled in whether to tell Wen Jing everything that happened, the college entrance examination is over, what is Wen Jing's decision?

More than ten minutes later, Wang Lin's house.

Zhang Xiaoyao saw Xu Wenjing at the gate alone, the Xu Wenjing who had always been remembered in his heart.

"Xiaoyao, you're here, let's walk together, talk as we go. ”

"How is the college entrance examination? are you okay?" asked Xu Wenjing softly.

Zhang Xiaoyao pushed the bicycle, and halfway Zhang Xiaoyao parked the car on the side of the road, and the two walked side by side, walking on the familiar country road.

"Maybe it's not very good, college? I don't know if I can go, anyway, I won't review!"

"What about you? How are you doing? Which school have you decided to enroll in?" Zhang Xiaoyao said.

"Xiaoyao, I'm sorry! You forgot about me! You're good, you've always been good, and I'm bad-tempered and willful, and I'm not good to you at all! You can find a girl who is good to you in the future. It's all over, let's break up!" Xu Wenjing didn't know how big a decision she had made, and how much courage she had to say these words.

Zhang Xiaoyao trembled all over, like being struck by lightning, and his heart was instantly disturbed, but he didn't expect that what he was waiting for was such an ending, and his eyes couldn't control the tears rippling. Once upon a time, I missed the bittersweet and the years did not change, and there were still a few tears? Zhang Xiaoyao suddenly looked up and saw Wen Jing crying, and two crystal tears slid down his cheeks.

Why? What is all this? What is wrong with this world? Qing'er is gone forever, and she is still silent in the Yin Yang Pearl space, sealed in the depths of her mind, and Wen Jing is leaving!

Once Zhang Xiaoyao returned to before liberation, he even lost the most beloved Wen Jing in his heart. Zhang Xiaoyao still held back, and didn't ask Wen Jing why? Maybe he couldn't give her the happiness she wanted!

Zhang Xiaoyao didn't answer a word, he acquiesced to Xu Wenjing's words!

Zhang Xiaoyao used all his strength and hugged Xu Wenjing tightly, let me hug you again for the last time!

Hug and let go.

Nostalgia and reluctance.

Silent and silent.

Rub shoulders and pass by.

Turn around and leave.

Leave a sorrow in the air.

Goodbye, my love.

"Quiet, cherish!"

"Happy, cherish!"

The spinning wheel is not as good as the Ferris wheel, but it can shatter a longing heart.

It's not just the back that is gone, but also the memories buried in the heart.