Tang Yu woke up in a daze, wanting to marvel at how brilliant the medical skills of the 21st century were, thinking that he would definitely die and actually come back to life again. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but my neck is so sore.

"Tang Yu!"

"Tang-Yu-"

Whoever is screaming for death will not be considerate of the patient. I'm the biggest patient, I don't understand.

"Don't scream, your soul is gone!" Tang Yu felt that his voice should be weak and supportive, but the result was full of neutrality. I was taken aback by myself, "Recovery so fast? ”

When I was completely awake, I was greeted by the charcoal-like face of the sixth-grade math teacher. Tang Yu felt a little moved, he hadn't seen her for many years, and he came to see her.

Tang Yu smiled: "Old ・・・・・・"

"Go out and stand outside, and come back in when you're sober." I thought it was a revisit, but it turned out to be a fright.

Tang Yu's "teacher" stalk was in his throat and he swallowed it hard.

Something is wrong, something is so wrong. Tang Yu's eyes swept around, and he came to such a conclusion, and he said it when he thought about it.

The students couldn't hold back anymore and laughed all over the room.

Teacher Zhou's black face didn't hold on, and she was ruined by her alien expression, and smiled very reservedly.

Tang Yu stood outside the classroom, still with an incomprehensible expression.

This is clearly a sixth-grade classroom! The teacher is a sixth-grade teacher, and the classmates are sixth-grade classmates, and although some of the classmates can't remember their names clearly, most of them can still call out their names.

And what about her? With thin arms and thin legs, there are a few calluses on the palms of her hands, which is clearly her at that time!

Tang Yu wasn't sure if it was a dream or if it was a dream. But the environment here and the people here are her long-term memories, and the people she knew at that time, the things she went through, are they all so specific and vivid, are the feelings that were once so deep just in a dream?

The pain was like a knife stuck in the tip of the heart, and it was still dripping with blood.

Tang Yu was very sure that she was back in the sixth grade of primary school, and God favored her, took pity on her untimely death, and let her do it all over again. It may also be that God's early death is sorry for the food she has eaten for more than 20 years, and she has rebuilt it.

She's alive, she's alive. Tang Yu laughed so hard that tears came out, she wanted to live, she had worked hard and suppressed for so many years, and she hadn't enjoyed it enough.

The students haven't had a vacation yet, the women in the family are still cooking, and there are few pedestrians on the road.

Tang Yufei ran back like a general, and the twenty-minute journey took less than five minutes.

Smoke curled everywhere, only the dilapidated old tiled house in front of him was lifeless, as if you could push open the dilapidated wooden door and see the cobwebs and all kinds of insects flying all over it.

Tang Yu only then remembered that his family had not moved back here.

When she was in the third grade, the family's old house was never kept because of a typhoon. Even if a lot of big stones were moved before, and the thick hemp rope was used to fix the ends of the house, it was still the same.

That night the wind blew very strongly, Tang Yu was woken up by his family in the middle of the night, and when the family said in a panic that they couldn't sleep, Tang Yu was very frightened, helpless and confused.

The family quickly packed up important and slightly valuable things, but in fact, there were no valuable things, such as household registration books, a few cash and a few less old clothes and textbooks, rolled up the covers, and walked forward in the wind.

Tang Yu shrank in the arms of Tang's father, not knowing how to go.

Tang's father knocked on the door of a large family nearby, saying that the big family was because the family had a son who was said to be a big official in the provincial capital. Tang Yu could only meet this legendary official during the Chinese New Year or his old mother's birthday. Tang Yu used to like other children to visit here, because there was a big TV set here, and there was a couch, which could be pulled out as a bed and could sleep two or three people. It's a lively place every day, and the kids love to pile up on TV and fall on the couch or tiled floor when they're tired.

At that time, ceramic tiles were still a scarce thing. In the summer, Tang Yu and other friends would bring the straw mats from the family to sleep on the floor here. Or in the evening, sprinkle water back and forth on the large open space at the door, the water will be quickly absorbed, and it will be cool to sleep on a straw mat at night. They will judge whether it is suitable to sleep outdoors based on the number of stars. Most of the time, they will look at who counts the most stars, gossip and sleep until dawn, and when they see strange clouds, they will wake up their partners. The little friends are not angry, everyone will discuss together how this cloud is, what that cloud is, and everyone will wake up one by one. When it was time to go to school, I went home with a blanket on my back. When they get older, the girls feel embarrassed and never do it again.

In this big family, there are usually only the sister-in-law who is an official, that is, the second aunt and the old mother's aunt, all of whom are very kind people. When my aunt's health gradually failed, I had another nanny.

Tang Yu's family didn't wait long under the eaves before the door opened, and the second aunt beckoned their family in.

Tang Yu and his sister slept on the sofa, and Tang's father and Tang's mother slept on a mat on the floor.

When we woke up in the middle of the night, everyone was sleepless, but no one spoke.

They were listening quietly, as if a tree had fallen again, as if a house had fallen, and they didn't know, they didn't know if there was a house for them.

The cracking sound was grinding through their hearts.

I don't know how long it took, after all, I couldn't resist the sleepiness, and Tang Yu fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already dawn. No one woke her up, and she didn't have to go to class if there was a typhoon.

When he returned home, Tang Yu saw that a large piece of the tiled roof of the old house had sunk in, the beams and pillars that supported it had also fallen, and the earthen stove house with asphalt roof and yellow mud next door had also collapsed.

A few adults from the next house were helping Tang's father and Tang's mother clean up the house, wearing the kind of yellow helmets used on the construction site, and some people were helping to build a simple shed.

Typhoons are always stormy.

The firewood and grass in the stove room are all wet, Tang Yu's family cooks by borrowing firewood and grass from neighbors, eating in the shed, and Tang's father and Tang's mother sleep in the shed.

Since then, Tang Yu and his sister Tang Xin have become frequent guests on the sofa of the second uncle's house.

I don't know how long it took to live like this, one day Tang's father told Tang Yu that he had found a place to live.

It was an old flat-roofed house near the bazaar with three bedrooms. I don't know the history, the walls are bursting, you can see the mud and sand, the ceiling is cracked, the ceiling is crumbling, and it leaks when it rains. But it's also much better than living in a shed. The owner of the house built a house in the town and the family moved away. The old house was empty, and he said that he wanted to lend it to Tang Yu's family to live, just meaning to give a few money.