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A ray of sunlight passed through the treetops, through the dense weeds, sparsely shining into the small stone cliff, and finally hit Gao Lin's immature little face, the melancholy air wandered around the sun around Gao Lin, Gao Lin finally frowned slightly, and gradually woke up in the big sleep.

"Hmmm! Well! ”

Gao Lin slowly moved his little hand and jumped over his body and scratched his head, yawning extremely lazily, only then did he touch the bottom of his hands and get up, looking a little at a loss and slightly confused.

The little hand rubbed his eyes again, and looked out of the stone cliff with the sunlight, and his original hazy sleepy eyes instantly expanded and became clear and urgent.

"Yikes! Oops, what time is it, how long have I been asleep, it's time to go see the cows. His voice was still sparsely hummed, uncomfortable.

Thinking that he was here to herd the cattle today, Gao Lin panicked, quickly picked up the weeds and tree trunks, climbed to the huge stone slab on the top of the stone cliff, and looked around several times, but still did not find the whereabouts of the cows.

He looked up at the sun, then looked down at his own shadow on the stone slab, and took three and a half steps in the direction of the shadow. (This is a method handed down by the older generation, using the length of the shadow to calculate the morning and evening after noon, the length of the shadow represents the morning and evening of time, and one positive step is equal to an hour).

"It's almost four o'clock, and after sleeping for so long, this rotten cow won't run down the mountain to steal the crops!" Gao Lin frowned slightly, quite anxious, and muttered: "If you let the cow go and eat other people's corn and wheat, and go back to the master's house at night to find the door, you will definitely have to be trained by my father, and if I don't know, I will have to eat my mother's stick." ”

"Ganjun. Ganjun. Gao Lin shouted a few times towards the top of the hill, but could not respond for a long time.

Maybe it was because he was too nervous, he stood in place and kept circling and turning, at a loss, his little face was aggrieved, thinking that he might have to eat his mother's stick when he went home tonight, and his eyes were hung with two crystal tears.

"It's miserable, it's miserable, it's dead, and the bad guy doesn't call me when he's looking for a cow." Gao Lin absentmindedly scolded Gan Jun for not being righteous.

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh! He held back his tears, and finally chopped his feet, sat on the grass, and paddled down against the small stone cliff shuttle.

Once again, he went into the small rock cliff, and his eyes kept rummaging around every corner.

"Bah! Where is my big wooden knife going? Could it be that **** Jun took it, and I don't know where the two old men in black and white robes went? Thinking that he must have seen himself asleep, the old man was not there, and Gan Jun took the big wooden knife.

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When he picked up the weeds again and drilled out of the small stone cliff, he seemed to find that something was wrong, and vaguely, a sense of uneasiness rose in his heart that should not have happened to an eight-year-old child.

Gao Lin panicked and walked towards the top of the hill where the wheat was burned.

However, the trail is no longer a trail, overgrown with weeds, and it is difficult to walk, it seems that he has lost his way, and his memory is still fresh, and he is lost in the trail in that memory.

With weeds under his feet, the more anxious he is, the more he keeps slipping. Get up. Slipping.

The tears in his eyes had long since disappeared from the heat, and they slid down coldly and mercilessly on Gao Lin's little face.

The pair of elastic shoes that my mother made for herself, with the strongest double woolen thread, actually opened a hole, and the mouth of the heel bucket opened wider and wider.

The Gao Lin loved the little cotton clothes that he was reluctant to take off, with good fabrics, his mother sewed the bear pattern all night and was a small cotton coat that he had knocked out an eye, and it looked weak in front of the weeds and branches, and the good cloth was rotated into rotten cloth, and a light touch broke open one hole after another, and the light rabbit fur kept falling from it, and went away with the wind, and Gao Lin who was left behind kept blocking the hole with his little hands, trying to prevent the little cotton clothes from rotting again, but it was useless, and the little hands were becoming more and more insufficient.

By the time Gao Lin walked from the small stone cliff to the top of the hill, the elastic shoes and small cotton clothes had already been unrecognizable. The elastic shoes have lost the function of the shoes at all, and they seem to be anti-customer-oriented, and the shoes that originally assisted Gao Lin in stepping have been transformed into Gao Lin for fear of falling and constantly dragging on the ground, making it difficult and slow to walk.

And the little cotton clothes have long been full of holes and devastation, and the rabbit fur floating in it has made Gao Lin's whole body, especially a lot of rabbit hair on his face with tear stains, if he doesn't look carefully, he still thinks Gao Lin is a monkey and a cat?

The sun gradually faded from its heat, and dusk was imminent, and the golden-red glow gently soothed the lonely Gao Lin on the top of the mountain, but Gao Lin could not feel a trace of warmth.

Eight-year-old Gao Lin felt fear from the nameless loneliness at this time, as if he had long been out of step with the sky.

Gao Lin stood at the top of the mountain, looking out at the countryside below, and there was no trace.

Gan Jun is gone, and the cattle and horses are gone. In addition to being dazed, Gao Lin seemed to have something left, he looked up at the sky and was about to set the red sun, and then closed his eyes, like a lost child in mourning and earnestly praying for God's guidance, suddenly stretched out his left palm, immediately opened his mouth and spit saliva into the palm, staring at the saliva with full attention, and muttered in his mouth: "Spit, spit, where is my cow?" ”

After reading it, he struck the ring finger of his right hand on the saliva, and the saliva splattered everywhere, and he looked in the direction where the saliva splashed the most.

What I saw was the winding road home like a long dragon.

At this time, Gao Lin thought that Gan Jun must not be able to find himself, so he led the horse and drove the cow home first.

Gao Lin began to drag his panicked steps towards the way home, and he was reluctant to let go of the elastic shoes with the holes open. Walking to the place where the mountains and rocks coveted, the pair of broken shoes could no longer be broken, and the elastic shoes that had been hindering Gao Lin's progress had long been dead, and he completely broke free from the bloated little feet that dragged blood blisters.

At this time, Gao Lin was thinking about going home, and he couldn't care about the elastic shoes anymore, like a wild horse that had escaped, unfettered, even if there was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of him, he still moved forward, just as Gao Lin at this time completely forgot the pain under his feet, until he became numb, and ran towards the way home, his mind was full of the word "home", occupying everything, and it seemed that only by going home could he forget the fear brought by loneliness in his heart.

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However, when he stood at the head of the village barefoot, barefoot, bloated with blood blisters, the mountain on which the whole village leaned remained unchanged, but Gao Lin stared at the incredible everything in front of him as lonely as a wood.

A mountain, a village, a child is stripped alive and in a different world.

The black eyes didn't blink, but Gao Lin's mind and eyes flashed two completely different pictures, but they had a common name "Wan'an Village." ”

It seemed that everything, all the incriminating evidence that Gao Lin, who had felt wrong from the beginning, did not want to admit and caused him to panic, was confirmed in front of his eyes.

Wan'an Village has changed, the houses have become beautiful, and the roads have become wider, but all an eight-year-old child wants is to go home, and the home in his memory is in front of him, but it has become so strange... Confused.

I stopped for a long time, stayed for a long time, and looked at it for a long time.

"Where's my home? Where is my home? Is it there? Gao Lin struggled in his heart, and finally stretched out his palm and pointed at it, staring directly at the position he was pointing, where did the memorable and impressive shingle house go?

He stiffened his head and began to cautiously take steps in the direction of his memory, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to go back if he made a mistake, and naively thought that as long as he remembered the way home, he could go home.

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"Hey! This is how someone's child became like this. A middle-aged man with a basket on his back walked in the middle of the wide road, looking at Gao Lin, who was barefoot and did not dare to look up, his clothes and pants were tattered, covered with rabbit fur, and he looked like a cat, and he was barefoot and did not dare to look up.

Gao Lin heard the middle-aged man's voice, and did not pause for half a minute, but walked more panickedly, as if he was in a state called "fear of life".

Because he had never seen this person in front of him, Wan'an Village is a village of only a hundred people, from old to young, even if the child who in the crotch of the village every day after Zhang Dade's family was born for two months and opened his eyes, Gao Lin remembered.

From the moment Gao Lin walked into Wan'an Village, he didn't find any familiar faces at all, and the more he felt it, the more strange and panicked he became.

If nine of the ten people in front of him recognized Gao Lin, maybe he would not be afraid of life and speak his mind boldly, but there was not a single familiar face among the ten or hundred, and he would only face deep fear.

After a flurry of flustered steps, Gao Lin stood and looked at a small square and angular bungalow in front of him, with two stone lions on both sides of the door under the house.

He didn't dare to take a step forward.

In his memory, it was a shingle house, with two stone benches under the door, a stone water tank against the wall next to the stone bench, and a large grinding disc under the water tank. He would often sit on a stone bench, eat against the door frame, wield a large wooden knife, and would often sit on a large grinding plate under the stone water tank and giggle with him.

But where did all this go? He had no way of knowing that his young mind had been ravaged by reality again and again.

Gao Lin, who has been watching the gate under the bungalow, still thinks that he is lucky, hoping that his father and mother who love him can come out of the house and take him home, even if he is beaten up for herding cattle.

But after a long time, I saw a little girl with pigtails staring at her outside the door, and suddenly turned back to the house and called: "Mom, Mom, come and see, there is a little girl named Hanako at the door of our house." ”

"Where, where" came a voice from inside the house, and a woman came out of the house and looked around.

At this time, Gao Lin disappeared.

"He ran away." The little girl replied in a tender voice.

"It's nonsense." The woman rubbed the little girl's head.

The voice echoed in the ears of Gao Lin, who was leaning against the wall behind the bungalow, and lines of tears involuntarily slipped down his face.

Where does he go from here?