There is a small mountain village in the southwest, there is an old banyan tree at the entrance of the village, it is very high, there is almost a dozen zhang high, the branches are luxuriant, there are many birds living on the branches, what turtle doves, white birds, black birds, yellow birds can not name many, many people.

The name of the small mountain village is Fangjia Village, a very ordinary small village, because the surname of the whole village is Fang, there are 27 families in the village, 159 people, the elderly, women and children account for 80 percent of the 159 people, the whole village only 19 adult men, and most of them are missing arms and legs.

Summer is a lively season, it is a season for animals to come into heat, and the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village is full of birds flying in and out, looking for food to feed the young birds; Under the big banyan tree, a dozen or so naked children of five or six years old were playing, and the noise could not affect the birds flying in and out of the tree.

A few women not far away sat on the ground and rubbed linen and woven ropes, and the women's bodies were full of patched linen clothes, gray clothes, and green clothes, and there were basically no patches on the whole body, which looked like the robes worn by Jigong.

The women were rubbing the hemp silk while watching the little children playing, and from time to time they looked up at a little broken child lying on the trunk of the tree, and they were really afraid that he would fall and break.

The height of five or six zhang fell down and basically died, the little broken child was named Fang Jing, wearing a pair of half-cut trousers on the lower body, lying on the trunk of the tree naked, raising his head and eyes to look at a big bird's nest on the branch, there were five young birds in the nest who didn't know what their names were, the black feathers were about to grow into wings, Fang Jing felt that he would be able to fly in about five or six days.

Under the big banyan tree sat a cute and barefoot little girl of about four years old, wearing a patched shorts and shorts, which looked like Fuwa if changed to red. The little girl's name is Fang Yuan, she is Jing's sister lying on the top of the tree trunk, Fang Jing is over thirteen years old, her body doesn't look like she is thirteen years old, but like a sixteen-year-old, and her height is about one meter six or five.

Fang Jing and Fang Yuan originally had a very good family background, with a father and a mother, a grandfather and a grandmother, relatives and friends, and 85 acres of land, which can be regarded as a small farmer with small capital.

But just four years ago, the county's yacha brought the news to Fang Jing's family that his father Fang De had died in the army.

Fang Jing's grandparents heard that after their only son died in the war, he couldn't afford to get sick, Fang Jing's mother asked a doctor to buy medicine in order to treat her parents, and spent all the family's savings, but her parents still passed away, Fang Jing's mother Fang Chen also died of her parents, her husband died in battle, she was sad and grief-stricken, and she couldn't afford to be sick after burying her parents.

Fang Chen's family, named Xiaohui, a peasant woman, with a heart of filial piety, supports her parents, raises children and daughters, this disease makes the family even poorer, Fang Jing has to become a seller, all valuable objects to treat her mother, but also because Fang Chen's body is dead, half a year later also with unwillingness to pass away.

Fang Jing hastily held a funeral for his mother with the help of the villagers and neighbors, a petty bourgeois family, because of the grief brought by his father's death on the battlefield, so that the family is not complete, no one is perfect, of course, this is not only Fang Jing's family, there are many families in the village are so miserable.

At this time, Fang Jing suddenly grabbed the branch with both hands and climbed up the branch, and after a few breaths, he grabbed five young birds with both hands, thinking in his heart that he could get a roast bird for his little sister to eat at night, his eyes squinted and smiled, looking as happy as a monkey grabbing a peach.

Fang Jing, who had caught the young bird, was about to climb down, and his feet were empty, and he fell straight down, with a "bang", which startled the women not far away, and they hurriedly got up to check, and the little children were so frightened that they fled from this place. The women looked at Fang Jing not far away, lying quietly on the dry dirt floor, blood was bubbling from the corners of their mouths and noses, their eyes were slightly closed, and they were so frightened that they didn't dare to look closely.

"Dog baby, hurry up and call the village to come, Jing Wazi fell to death." An older woman shouted.

A seven or eight-year-old baby ran to the village after hearing this, shouting "Murazheng, Murazheng, Brother Jing fell to death, Brother Jing fell to death." ”

"Brother, brother, you don't want to die, you don't want to die." Fang Yuan ran close to Fang Jing's side as if he was rolling and crawling, looking at his brother who was bleeding from his mouth and nose, holding Fang Jing's head with his little hands, crying and screaming.

"It's not saved, what's the matter, why did you fall to your death, I'm afraid this Fang De's family will have to cut off the incense." After a while, an old man in his fifties and sixties came from the village in a hurry, looking at Fang Jing, who was bleeding from his mouth and nose, shouting in his mouth, and this old man should be the village leader.

The old man squatted down and picked up Fang Jing, and walked to the village, the women and children under the big banyan tree also followed the village, Fang Yuan cried and wiped his nose and tears with his hands to follow behind, and the group walked to Fang Jing's house in the village, put Fang Jing on the straw mat of the only wooden bed in the house, and then turned his head and told the mother of the dog baby to boil some water, after hearing this, the mother of the dog baby took the dog to the stove room on the side of the house to boil water, and the village was sighing and shouting for everyone to leave, leaving only Fang Yuan sitting on the edge of the bed and crying.

Fang Jing's mouth and nose were still bubbling with a little blood, lying quietly, in fact, Fang Jing was only seriously injured by internal organs at this time, and he was not dead, his consciousness was confused, but according to the current conditions, he could only wait for death.

The people in the village can only deal with it like this, boil some water to wipe their bodies, roll a straw mat, dig a pit and bury it, this is the way to deal with it in the village, there is no medical treatment, there is no medicine, they are still minors, and they do not erect monuments and tombs.

The dog's mother boiled the water, carried the wooden bucket and walked into the house, watched Fang Yuan sit on the edge of the bed and cry, shook his head and sighed to scrub Fang Jing's body, and after the scrubbing was completed, Cunzheng and the dog's mother left, leaving Fang Yuan to sit on the edge of the bed and cry quietly.

When the sun set, Fang Yuan was also tired of crying, and fell asleep on the side of the bed, and the village walked in at this time, picked up Fang Yuan and walked out.

In the middle of the night, the village was quiet and terrible, and the roars of wild beasts in the mountains and forests in the distance startled a burst of sounds, and Fang Jing, who was lying on the straw mat, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Black holes, black paint, what kind of thing?" Fang Jing opened her mouth and moaned softly, raised her hand and touched the side of her head, frightened in her heart.

"Where's the grass? Who resisted me to this meadow? As for a drink? Isn't it just that you can't drink? Isn't it just a cup of pouring? Isn't it just that you didn't pay for the drink? I'll go, Ming'er will kill your inhumanity one by one, and deduct the bonus one by one. Fang Jing opened her mouth and complained.

Fang Jing didn't touch the phone, but touched a pile of hay, the hatred in his heart, yesterday he had a dinner in his own department, as the head of the department, (Fang Jing originally worked in a factory in an industrial zone in Lingnan, because of her flexible brain and fast learning, she was slowly promoted to the head of the department) should have a glass of wine with her subordinates, but unfortunately it was Fang Jing's physical problem, a glass was poured; Fang Jing would have mistakenly thought that his subordinates had brought him to the grass in the park.

Fang Jing wanted to sit up, but found that his whole body was weak, he wanted to get up and get a glass of water to drink, but he was still weak, he wanted to shout, and he was afraid that others would treat him as a mental illness, so he was sent to the Fifth Hospital, so he just lay down and stared dryly, but he couldn't see anything, he was smeared and blackened, so he lay quietly like this, and suddenly found a cloud in front of him in a daze, and the beauty was indescribable.

The clouds slowly gathered, forming a giant tens of thousands of meters or higher, looking down at Fang Jing, with white gas in his mouth, a bright light shining above his head, and a breath of impeachment exuded from his whole body.

"Fateful person, it's a pleasure to meet you, I've been waiting for you for a long, long time." The giant's voice is like Sanskrit, and the words spoken are just right between them.

Fang Jing looked up at the giant with his mouth wide open, his eyes were confused, and he didn't know if it was a dream or illusion at this time, or even nothingness.

"Destined people, in another quarter of an hour I will dissipate, if there is any question, just open your mouth, I will answer you if I can answer you, and I can't answer what I can't." The giant continued to speak towards Fang Jing.

Fang Jing still looked up at the giant with his mouth wide open, and continued to look at the giant with his eyes confused. A quarter of an hour passed like this, and the giant slowly dissipated, forming a bead shining with nine-colored light, flying close to Fang Jing at great speed, flying into Fang Jing's body, Fang Jing's eyes continued to be confused, until he left this dream.

The early morning sun sprinkled on this land, sprinkled on Fangjia Village, the people in the village had already gotten up, preparing for the day's work, the village was sighing and looking at the direction of Fang Jing's house, feeling very unhappy, thinking that Fang De's family had cut off the incense like this, leaving a girl to survive.

The village is called Fang Chong, has read some books, knows some words, can write and calculate, when he was young, he did an account office for a large family, and he is the most knowledgeable person in Fangjia Village; When I got old, I returned to Fangjia Village and made this village Zheng, and the names of the children in the whole village were basically given by the village Zhengfang; The village was walking out of the house and called a few villagers to go to Fang Jing's house together, preparing to prepare for Fang Jing's funeral.

Fang Jing opened her hazy eyes and saw the roof, the thatched roof, with some mud on it, "What is it?" Still dreaming? Then I'll sleep again. But Fang Jing couldn't sleep anymore, so she raised her hand and pinched herself, "Oh, it hurts, TMD was brought to the abandoned house of which village by this group of inhumane resistance, the real T mother is not a person, a group of animals."

At this moment, Cun Zheng and a few villagers walked in, and when they saw Fang Jing's open eyes, they were so frightened that they fled from the house, hiding at the door and looking in, 'Exploding the corpse', this is everyone's idea, Cun Zheng walked boldly to the wooden bed and looked at Fang Jing timidly.

"Jing Wazi, are you dead?" Fang Jing could hear what it meant when she heard this strange pronunciation, but it wasn't like Mandarin, it was a bit like Cantonese, and she wished he was dead.

"It's not dead, Jing Wazi is not dead, God willing." The village is timidly walking over, touching Fang Jing's arm, which is warm, and probing Fang Lie's nostrils again, and shouting happily to the villagers at the door.

Several villagers also walked into the house, looking at Fang Jing lying on the wooden bed with a smile on their faces, muttering in their mouths. Fang Jing looked at the few people in front of her carefully, and muttered in her heart, "What is this like, well, like a refugee, like a refugee in a 1944 movie, the real like, no, it's too similar, it's more like Teacher Zhang Guoli's acting, am I here in Hengdian?" It's not right, I can't go to Hengdian overnight, wow, what's going on with this T mother."

A cry at the door startled everyone, and a cry with a little milk "Brother, brother, I don't want you to die, I don't want you to die". Fang Yuan was being led into the house by the dog's mother, and after entering the house, he threw himself into Fang Jing on the wooden bed, lying on Fang Jing's chest and crying.

Fang Jing was stunned for a long time, looked at the villagers in front of him, and then looked at the little kid on his chest, and thought in his heart, "This is not acting, this is too real, this is not 1944 at all, where is this, I want to go back to work, I am going to be late, I will be late, I will be deducted for full attendance, I will be deducted for bonuses, don't act anymore." ”

Mura Zheng asked Fang Jing softly how Fang Jing's body was, Fang Jing listened in a daze, and didn't reply, Fang Jing, who hadn't figured out the situation until now, looked confused, and didn't know how to reply, and was afraid that they wouldn't understand the Mandarin they spoke, so they listened to Mura Zheng keep talking.

After a long time, Fang Jing was completely clear, she really knew all this, this was not a refugee, this was not fake, this was not acting, this was true, Fang Jing didn't know what was going on at all, let alone how she came here.

The hatred in Fang Jing's heart, shouldn't he drink, this cup can be poured to the ground in this broken place, this cup can be poured to other worlds, thinking that he won't drink next time he is killed, will he go back to prehistoric times and be with dinosaurs if he drinks again? Fang Jing didn't know what age this was, and he didn't know what world this was, so he always felt it, just be dumb and listen to it first, and slowly understand and find out, it was like asking questions like a second force.

"Brother, I've crossed, wahaha, brother, I'm going to ride a dragon and run a tiger, sit and watch the world's jokes, and laugh coldly at the world." Fang Jing, who had been pondering for a long time, finally burst into joy in his heart.