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Things are people, and everything is resting.

A familiar but strange traveler came here by mountaineering.

When the villagers saw him, they said suspiciously: "Are you Wang Ye?" ”

Wang Ye smiled: "Uncle Li, it's me." ”

Uncle Li said: "Since your grandfather died, you haven't been here for ten years, and I almost didn't recognize you." ”

Then, many people in the village saw Wang Ye coming, and asked him enthusiastically, and they were all surprised that they hadn't seen him for a few years, and Wang Ye had grown into a young man.

After the enthusiastic villagers dispersed, Wang Ye came to a simple house according to his memory.

Ten years ago, my grandparents passed away due to old age, and this dilapidated house was left here.

Unlike in the cities, the last thing that is lacking in the countryside is land and houses, especially in small villages in the mountains.

Wang Ye's physical strength was not long, and it took half a day to take a car to climb the mountain to the place where he lived as a child.

Sitting in the house where he lived as a child, looking at the dusty furniture around him, he couldn't help but sigh that only people change, but things will never change.

It's like a world away.

Life is like a big dream in the void, Zhaohua is white, but it is fleeting.

Ten years ago today, there was a child here, fantasizing about the wonderful world every day.

Now, ten years later, another child is here, fantasizing about the wonderful world again.

He cleaned the old table, re-laid the tablecloth he had brought beforehand, and took out the contents of the package one by one.

One stroke, one paper.

It is the most important thing in the chaos.

From a certain moment on, only paper and pen were the most important things in his life.

Only paper and pen can liberate his soul and go to the other side of the other world to find the meaning of life that he once had but lost.

I don't know how long it took, but he had enough rest.

He just took a pen and paper, thought about nothing, did nothing, and sat quietly in the room.

Sitting, sitting, he lost track of time.

By the time I reopened my eyes, it was already the second day.

For a day and a night, Wang Ye couldn't remember what he was thinking or doing.

He's meditating, he's realizing, he's opening the boundaries of the dimension, allowing the soul to move through it.

Open the door, in this bleak spring, how harsh the dazzling sunlight is, how melodious the slight breeze, and the flowers bloom at one end.

That's right, the sun is harsh.

That's right, the breeze is singing.

That's right, the flower is not one.

"Who are you?"

A little boy in his seven or eight years old in the village saw Wang Ye and asked.

In his young memory, it is certain that he had never seen such a strange person at all.

Wang Ye looked at the little boy, as if he saw his former shadow, he thought for a while, and replied, "I am a passerby. ”

"Passers-by?"

The little boy blinked his little eyes inexplicably, unable to understand his words in the slightest.

At this moment, another group of children from the village ran over, and they merged together and gradually disappeared into the distance.

At this time, Wang Ye opened his eyes suddenly, and found that there was no little boy in front of him, only a group of emerald trees.

Looking at the sky again, it was already dusk.

The sunlight just now is an illusion, the breeze just now is an illusion, the flowers just now are an illusion, and even the little boy is an illusion.

Time, has it been distorted?

Wang Ye walked in the village with his head bowed.

In his eyes, he did not see a single villager.

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It's an acorn tree.

Wang Ye vaguely remembered that there was once a group of children who frolicked here every day and spent a leisurely childhood.

"Wang Ye, what are you doing?"

Two little girls appeared in front of him.

In front of them, a little boy stood on the other side of the crowd, looking out into the mountains.

"I want to go up the hill and go to the other side of the rocks."

The little girl said, "Now that it's raining so hard, let's hurry home." ”

I don't know when it rained, even Wang Ye himself didn't know.

Looking at the scene again, it has come to the summer vacation years.

The summer rain comes quickly, violently, and fascinatingly.

The little boy did not listen to the dissuasion, and ran straight up the mountain, and in the muddy rain, he fell down many times, but he still kept running. When the two little girls saw this, they cried in fear and ran home.

Seeing this, Wang Ye hurriedly followed the little boy to the mountain, for fear that something would happen to him in the heavy rain.

Running, running, Wang Ye felt that the weight of his body had disappeared, and he wanted to shout to the little boy and wait, but found that he couldn't open his mouth.

I don't know how long it took, but the little boy finally stayed where he was.

Look around him, where there is a mouth of the rocks.

The little boy leaned over slowly, picked up the paintbrush on the ground, and looked at it in his hand.

Just when Wang Ye was confused, the little boy suddenly turned around and looked at him in confusion.

"Who are you?"

The same little boy, asking the same thing.

Wang Ye opened his eyes carefully and found that the little boy he had met was the same as him.

Up to now, Wang Ye didn't know how to answer at all.

Because he doesn't know who he is.

"Here, passerby."

The little boy handed the paintbrush he had just picked up into Wang Ye's hand, and then stood beside him.

From the moment Wang Ye took over the brush, he found that the rain in the sky had long stopped, and the summer sun had already dried up the mud on the entire earth.

"Who are you?"

This time it was not the little boy who asked Wang Ye, but Wang Ye who asked the little boy.

The little boy smiled when asked, "I am the watchman." ”

"Watchmen?"

The blood in Wang Ye's heart didn't know why it was stagnant together.

A little boy, a young man, just stood on the side of the mountain.

"I seem to have seen you there"

"I am you."

"Are you me?"

The little boy looked at Wang Ye on the shore, stretched out a hand and said, "I am the you who I used to be, and you are the me I am now." I can feel your heartbeat no matter what time it is. ”

Wang Ye slowly closed his eyes, feeling that the blood in his body seemed to be divided into two streams, one flowing inside and one flowing outside the body.

The little boy smiled, "What do you feel?" ”

Wang Ye said: "There is nothing, and there is everything." It seemed to be expecting something, and it seemed to be terrifying something. ”

It took a long time for Wang Ye to break away from the silence.

"Why are you here?"

"For I am the watchman of the rocks, waiting for your return."

In Wang Ye's puzzlement, twisted tunnels invaded his eyes.

"Watchman, what is watching?"

This time, the little boy did not answer Wang Ye's inquiry.

His body began to shatter, gradually turning into a rock, standing silently on the bank of the mountain.

Wang Ye looked at the lonely rock in front of him, as if he saw a little boy sitting on the rock, looking at the sky from afar, and the door to the soul that had been opened.