The white stones under the grape trellis, the purple grapes that could be picked in the winding corridor, and the frightened expressions of Tu Die's parents when they saw Pingfu all made her feel familiar and confused. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, when she asked, "Is Tu Die at home?"

The old man didn't look at her, but only looked down and smoked a cigarette, but the woman said naturally, "I haven't seen him for a long time, and I don't know if he's still alive?" Father and mother almost at the same time, said, "Australia." "United States. Looking at each other, and then looking at Pingfu, they are a little embarrassed.

The mother continued, "Actually, there are all of them. And Hong Kong. But no one ever comes to visit us. Who are you, and why did you come to him? If you can see him, give us a message too, and let him come home and see us. We don't have much to live. As she spoke, she turned on her phone and asked them to look at the photo of her phone. The father was silent for a long time before he said, "My son's cheekbones are not so high or so handsome. When was the last time I saw him?, "Ten years ago, autumn." ”

The two old men shook their heads together. In the end, Ping Shu couldn't help but be puzzled and asked, "Do you think you've ever seen me?" The pair of old men shook their heads almost in unison and replied, "No—I've never seen you." However, Pingyu's doubts are even deeper, maybe in her previous life, or maybe in her dreams, she once belonged to this beautiful countryside.

Walking on the streets of the village, everything seems to be so familiar.

Some camphor trees, although very stout, but the shape, atmosphere and posture are presented countless times in the dream world.

In Pingyu's memory, the pictures of his early childhood that once flashed vaguely were few but vaguely there: under one or twenty old camphor trees on the playground of the primary school, children like elementary school students were writing the new words they had just learned with bricks or chalk, and the figures of those who were scratching and pulling unfamiliar characters on the ground seemed to be vivid.

In the stream, there are green pings floating on the surface of the water, and small fish and tadpoles floating at the bottom of the water, but a girl stands on the shore, laughing at a large group of bare-bottomed little boys and girls roaring and jumping into it, "fluttering", "fluttering", and laughing with each other.

There are camphor trees in the elementary school, and children are still playing in the stream.

Actually, the scariest thing is that you think this is a place to stay, but you just don't have a memory.

The most helpless thing in the world is that some people say they recognize you, but what do you think has to do with you? This kind of feeling haunts my heart, which is very confusing and terrifying.

Lying on the green grass by the river, Ping Yu once again resonated:

"Freeze frame. Fixed. Fixed.

I want to know if I've ever lived here?

Is Tu Die Fang Sheng?"

At the same time, she uses her hands and feet together, again making the definition she did for this move: potential manifestation or screen effect.

A picture is presented in her mind: a granite table placed in the corner of the cloister under the grapevines in Tu Die's house, and four small granite stone benches around it, are quite consistent with the picture that often flashes in her mind, she and her mother, who are vaguely identified, carry four or five bunches of delicious and sweet black and purple grapes to give to their neighbors, but they are embarrassed to find that under the grape vines of other people's houses, there are bunches of purple and red grapes hanging in bunches.

A handsome boy who looked like a little Tu Die ran out and greeted him warmly, making the mother and daughter feel a little calmer.

You can't see the picture of Tu Die's face when she changes her name.

Or maybe she's not yet at the moment and place where she's supposed to be able to do so.

Ping Fu found that only when she was there in person, maybe she could rely on the picture of the "potential manifestation" to give her a special revelation, so that her tracking and pursuit had a little progress.

Are Tu Die and Fang Sheng the same person, and if so, why did Tu Die change his name?

There are generally only two main factors for an adult to change their name:

First, according to the "Book of Changes" and "Zhou Gong's Dream Interpretation", etc., to avoid the disaster of the bloody blade;

One is that he has committed murder, arson, or extortion.

But here, why do so many people think that Ping Yu is that Mei Gui?

And here, Hei Yu himself feels like he has returned to his childhood days, and he can recall so many picture scenes.

What's going on, maybe there really is a saying in the world that there is a past and this world?

Traveling back and forth, hehe, Ping Yu couldn't help laughing.

Pingfu took out his mobile phone and called his mother:

"Mom, it's me, I'm fine. Well, our family used to live in Daluzhuang.

No, haven't you really lived?

- Oh, nothing, just asking.

I'm walking around, it's okay, don't worry.

Okay, that's good, you're bothering.

That- then I'm hanging. ”

Ping Yu is very strange, feeling that her mother is nervous, avoiding, and wanting to speak and stop, she is even more strange, in this case, what is her mother nervous about, what is avoiding. Why do you want to stop talking? What is the reason for the panic? Isn't it a little mysterious?

Ping, who had always believed in her sixth sense, thought that her mother must have been taken aback by her sudden inquiry, so she instinctively lied.

Otherwise, it means that something unimaginable or unpredictable must have happened here, and my mother will hide it for more than ten years.

Will it be? Will your mother deliberately hide something? Is it necessary to treat her own daughter like this?

If so, does it mean that the mother is not his own?

But how could they not be related by blood?

Ping Fu thought, cut - too suspicious, right?

It is no wonder that my past memories of my life before the age of thirteen are only fragments and fragments, and there is never a fragment in the depths of my memory, which is connected to a fixed place.

I used to think that I was not well-read and memorized, but perhaps, it was actually a kind of selective amnesia.

Once, what happened, called a girl amnesia, in her youth? What a happy thing it is for every woman to have a beautiful girlhood, and what a sad thing it should be to lose the beauty of a girl's memory!

How beautiful and wonderful would it be to be able to take this opportunity to regain memories of the past today?

Suddenly, Ping Yu felt that her interest in the memories of the past soared, and she decided that she must have something to do with this Daluzhuang and this Hutuo River.

She thought that her search for Fang Sheng would not be her own search for her roots?

Find yourself.

Confused?

Or maybe it was because he and Fang Sheng originally had some kind of mysterious relationship.

It seems that this is the only way to interpret the familiar feeling when they first met, and to relieve the shock and horror of the people here when they see them.

Ping Yu closed his eyes, put the tender tip of the grass in his hand, put it in his mouth, chewed, and tasted the fishy fragrance, and the passion of the past churned in his mind, like a replay of a movie in slow motion.

She carefully reflected, pondered, and judged, and finally came to a qualitative conclusion:

Fang Sheng, president of Suiyuan Group, is definitely an energetic self-striving hedonist, just like the new bright and gorgeous early summer at the end of May, everything is a thriving scene;

But he admired possession and amusement, and especially loved a desire for self-greed;

In his inner world, which is outside of his gentle appearance, hides a strong self-confidence and conceit, and although he seems approachable, he is essentially just a miser who is completely faithful to himself and survives;

Even, in a sense, he is simply a stubborn and inaccommodating man, a man who lacks tolerance and compassion, stubbornness and vanity occupy his inner world, and once a woman is intimate with him, it will only backfire to make the man feel tired of it instantly, and give birth to betrayal thoughts or actions.

Like a butterfly. It's like that rare butterfly. A black-and-white animal walking through a forest of sacred line trees. There are markings on the dorsal wings, which look like a kind of labyrinth.

Ping Fu felt that he was deeply trapped and could not extricate himself.

Hopelessly, such a man who is willing to surround himself and pamper himself, even if it is just an attraction to the opposite sex, even if it is just a temporary relationship, even if it is just the biological father of the little lady Tantan, as long as she can feel that she still has the life instinct, the supernatural ability to attract the opposite sex, and the wisdom to control this man.

Ping Fu felt that he was too pitiful, but he still couldn't help himself.

In any case, she can't say goodbye like this, if it wasn't for an accident or a disappearance, why would she act so extremely, and why should she be so confused.

On that dark night, in that dirty place that seemed to her eyes, how could a well-known police flower "spin" in his arms in a daze.

Now, she can only judge his excitement, his fun, his madness, although she can also feel a kind of pleasure and excitement from him, but the sober mind that is still imprisoned still obeys the command of the body, and it is too feverish and crazy.

Such a joy of being loved and pampered is not worth remembering.

Ping Yu originally thought that he hoped that he would give him the promise of marriage.

She was still very guilty in her heart, thinking that she could only dedicate a lover's emotions and madness, doubting that there was a desire to satisfy his conquest and a lust for love.

After all, they are characters from two different worlds.

As a result, what Ping Fu realized was a mysterious plan.

Perhaps the Cloud Rain Demon always has to embody a destructive impulse, a destructive blindness, a vicious pleasure.

Sometimes, the demon of love manifests itself as a terrifying.

Of course, the image of the devil is not always hideous, and sometimes it is more like a refined gentleman.

It is this kind of seductive devil, with a capable appearance and a clever mind, as if he would give a woman everything she wants, thus taking away the soul of a big woman like Ping Yu who is suddenly fragile and disoriented.

It should be very prudent to fall in love with such a wise man.

The process from the beginning to falling in love should have taken quite a while.

Even if you are really sure that you are in love with each other, you still can't easily say the word "like" from your mouth, let alone the word "love".

In this analysis, they are just a pair of dog men and women with the same smell.

Indulgence or reserve have created her charm and failure.

Ping Fu viciously pulled out another piece of grass and put it in his mouth.

I felt that this grass had a mellow fragrance that was like oat kernels, so I pulled it out with my right hand, and when I saw it, it was really a green grass that bloomed black wool.

The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew stains my clothes.

The problem is that it's still noon, and the black wool is sticking to me.

Ping suddenly remembered that a boy said to himself, "This is not Black Beard, this is called Black Beard." Haha, it's the black beard that grows after the grass is strong!"

This scene came suddenly, but I couldn't see who the boy was?

It's just déjà vu.

And that look, the kind of sparkling in the poetic and picturesque atmosphere, is most like Fang Sheng's eyes when he preached.