The foot puller was an uncle in his forties, wearing a gray-black T-shirt, wide fat shorts, and flip-flops on some muddy feet. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info exposed to the sun all day long, so the exposed skin is black and shiny.

I anxiously opened the red door of the tricycle, grabbed Forgotten Dust's arm and shoved it into the cramped compartment.

"Uncle... Uncle·· Uncle, hurry up and catch up with the black Santana in front! I said and jumped into the car.

The master who pulled the foot seemed to have never encountered such a formation, and he was stunned for a long time without moving.

"Hurry up! Don't lose it. I slammed the glass twice to wake him up from the chaos.

The master got on the bike, started the horsepower, and quickly drove away from the front of the campus.

"Little classmate - my car was originally to get closer, the farthest is to the front of the station to the Academy of Fine Arts, you let me chase the car now, if I run too far, I can charge more!!" Uncle said in the wind, I opened the glass window on the carriage a little, and shouted loudly: "Uncle! - Don't worry - as long as you can catch up with your money——————"

Raising a hand holding the handlebar with his back to my uncle, he gave me an OK gesture.

The tricycle weaves through the streets of the town, jumping even harder because of the excessive speed. The forgotten dust opposite me was originally tall, and he barely squeezed his head into this low carriage, looking very aggrieved.

"I'm insisting on it, and I'll just get out of the car in a while." I looked at him with a forced smile.

"Why don't you tell me about the book?" He pushed the black frame, his bright eyes looking at me.

Where does this begin? In fact, I have just been in contact with it for a long time, but after all, I am a senior, and I must always look like an old man, otherwise I will be mixed in the book house in the future, and I will not see anyone who looks down and looks up, how can I still have prestige at all.

"Ahem..." I cleared my throat and explained to Forgotten Dust what I knew about the Book House. Just like when Gu Liang and Du Mo told me, he listened very carefully, with occasional thoughts in his eyes. Strangely enough, he was not very surprised, as if everything was expected.

"So you've read my book too?" The first question raised by Forget Chen was very similar to what I thought at the time, it seems that this is people's first reaction, and they always want to care about their own fate first.

Before I could answer, he asked a second question: "Please tell me, who are my parents?" I wonder where they are now? Is it still alive in this world? ”

"That..." I hesitated and shook my head: "I'm sorry, you don't have a book of your own. Because you're the same as the owner of the bookstore, and those who fix fate, they're all people who own pens, so..."

I don't think it's better not to mention the story in "The Lamb", it's better not to know some things.

Wangchen glanced down at the pen in his jacket pocket, and was very confused: "You mean I don't have parents?" ”

"Of course not~~ You are not Sun Wukong, it is impossible for him to jump out of the cracks in the stone, I mean they should all be gone, so you don't need to look for them, as long as you live in a study house with peace of mind in the future, and then exist like a god, immortality and face do not change through everyone's story, changing the fate of some people." I try to boast about the work of the bookstore as much as possible, so that it is especially motivating for newcomers to work?

"But I don't know how to help people." Forget Chen asked me with a serious face.

I left him with a relieved smile: "Anla~~ Actually, I don't know anything, you are at least still a person with a pen, you can open it, I don't even have a pen, I can still do it well." Wait until next time to ask Duma to find you this instruction manual, you will be amazing. ”

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

I glanced out the window of the car speeding through the street, and found that some places were very familiar, here...

Twenty years ago, the road in my house was much narrower than it is now, and the ground was not asphalt, and cars would roll up a lot of dust when they drove by.

The black Santana drove into the gate of the community, and Wangchen and I hurriedly stopped the tricycle, paid and followed into the community.

The six-storey residential buildings seem to be quite upscale at this time, because almost all of the neighborhoods are still bungalows or small three-story buildings. Brand new buildings, dark blue aluminum alloy doors and windows, and cars parked in the community, only the rich can afford to live in my hometown town.

The black car was parked in the open space between Buildings 5 and 6, and Wangchen and I watched from afar.

Wang Zhen got out of the car and opened the co-pilot's door, Li Qingqing took his hand and stepped down, the two of them talked and laughed affectionately, their faces full of happiness.

They walked hand in hand into the unit of Building 5.

Could this be the place where they had a tryst? I looked up through the window of the stairwell, Li Qingqing's white skirt disappeared around the corner of the third floor and no longer appeared, it seemed that they should be living on the fourth floor.

"Auntie... Do you see the flowers? Suddenly, a childish voice came from my lap.

I looked down and saw a cute little girl, about four or five years old, with a little braid tied with a big red headband, a pair of big watery eyes on her pink face, and a pink dress that seemed to have just been put on, and it was very new.

"Little sister~~ How can you call me aunt? It should be called sister. I kindly touched her head, but she grimaced at me, turned and ran away.

It's naughty...

"Xiaowei! - Xiaowei! ——”

Someone called me? A woman's voice came from not far away, and I was just about to respond, only to find that the little girl just now ran towards the source of the sound.

"Mom, Mom, I can't find Huahua."

Looking at the face that was twenty years younger, I stared blankly for a long time, and my eye sockets were filled with tears at some point.

"Xiaowei, what's wrong with you?" It wasn't until Forgotten Dust shook my body that I was brought back from the sudden emotion.

"It's fine." raised his hand to wipe a handful of tears that had not yet been shed, and walked in front of the mother and daughter in a steady mood.

"Sister, are you looking for something?" I smiled at my mother's face, the hair that needed to be dyed and permed every month was now jet black, and there was no wrinkle on the face at all, and she was wearing a blue shirt, black silk tight trousers on her legs, and a small black bag on her shoulder, which looked very modern.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, my daughter was looking for the neighbor's cat just now, and the cat was wild and hadn't been home for a few days, so she was anxious to ask people everywhere."

I squatted and looked at myself twenty years ago, I didn't expect that I was quite powerful when I was a child, and I would talk to strangers everywhere for a cat, and I looked very cute, much better than those old photos at home.

So when did I become the person I am now? Hey~~ It seems that he has closed the door of his heart unconsciously, and he no longer wants to communicate with other people.