If a person's life is a dream, then everything is false.

Whether the dream is complete, or when it began and ends, is unsolvable.

When a person comes into this world empty-handed, he has nothing at this time, including his life, which seems to be endowed by some magical power.

Many people are accustomed to taking many things for granted, that they don't want to lose what they have gained, and that they want to get what they don't get by all means.

However, nothing in the world can be taken for granted!

If there is one exception, it is that everyone thinks that "time is irreversible!" All living beings in the world are full of awe of time, a magical substance that exists and does not exist, and everyone takes it for granted that "time is irreversible!" ”

Time is indispensable at the beginning of all stories, so time becomes the protagonist of all stories.

How big the universe is, he, does not know, and does not want to know.

For things that are not known, it can be understood that they do not exist.

Because I don't know, I don't exist.

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At the beginning of the 21st century, in a small village in a small county town in the south of the Yangtze River, a teenager lay on a grassy land.

Yes, he doesn't need any reason to lie like this, he must have some purpose for conspiracy theories, but it's not.

What his eyes see is all that this world has, and the world is only so big.

He, when he was 12 years old, did not leave the village. No one has taken him out of here, his father is a farmer in this village, his grandfather is a farmer in this village, and his great-grandfather is also a farmer in this village.

Finally one day, he had the opportunity to go a little further, about five or six kilometers, of course, he didn't have the concept of kilometers in his mind, even if the teacher taught him in the math class, one kilometer is equal to 1000 meters, but five or six kilometers is still too far for him.

Five or six kilometers he couldn't imagine, let alone try to go that far.

One day, he wanted to know what was in the distance, so he tried to walk a little further away, and after five or six hours, he saw a more prosperous world.

It was the first time he had seen a meat bun that cost more than two cents, and a bigger fritter, and he never imagined that someone could live such a luxurious life.

In the village where he lived, every Wednesday afternoon, there would be a businessman in a felt hat with a bamboo basket in his arm, selling vegetable and meat buns along the street, and only then would he buy buns for a dime or two.

Standing next to the oil pot with thick smoke, he licked his little tongue, his eyes were aimed at the fritters in the oil pot, and his saliva flowed!

"Watch out for the burn, kid, stay put!"

"See what you can do?"

"I'm just afraid you'll be hot!"

"Can't you even look at it?"

"Well, stay put, what's so nice about fried fritters!"

"I'd love to!"

His hands were in his pockets, his legs kept shaking, and he looked at the golden, yellow fritters salvaged from the oil pot, and his heart was actually a little sour.

He had never seen so many fritters, and it had a big impact on his young mind.

"Two cents a piece? Do you buy it or not? ”

"Don't buy it, don't buy it!"

"Just look!"

His face glowed red, his little lips turned up slightly, his face flushed, and he blinked his eyes, as if he saw many small stars.

In addition to frying fritters, the uncle also fried oil cakes, fried them and put them on the iron shelf, waiting for customers to buy them. Even if there are no customers to buy, the uncle is not in a hurry at all, and he is not in a hurry to adjust those oil cakes or fritters in the oil pan at his own pace.

"The spring breeze is incomprehensible!"

A gust of wind blew, and there was no more such a wonderful wind, and the smell of oil was blown by the wind and wafted over this street.

He looked at the street with some confusion. In his 12 years of life, he has seen the most prosperous world.

In this life, I can eat fritters, oil cakes, and steamed buns, I am afraid there is nothing happier than this.

"Kid?"

The uncle suddenly shouted.

"I have a name!"

He showed two tiger teeth and smiled, and next to him stood a little girl, half a head shorter than him, looking at him without speaking, presumably the uncle's daughter.

The uncle handed him half a fritter.

"Eat! Clean! ”

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Natsu-chan!"

"But that's my nickname!"

"Quite like a girl's name!"

"No, I'm a boy!"

"Xiao Xia is my nickname, and my big name is Xia Xiao Xia!"

The breeze was gentle, and Xia Xiaoxia raised her face, which seemed to be at a 45-degree angle, maybe a little more, but it didn't matter.

"Where is your home?"

"Xiaoye Village!" Xia Xiaoxia replied.

"Oh! I heard that there are a lot of peach trees planted in that place? But really? ”

The uncle's expression became exaggerated, and he stopped what he was doing.

"You came here?"

Xia Xiaoxia looked at the little girl standing next to her with a runny nose and moved two steps to the side.

"Hmm~"

"It's coming!"

He shook his hands, still standing his head upright.

The little girl pulled the corner of Xia Xiaoxia's clothes and asked, "What kind of place is that in Xiaoye Village?" ”

"This is my daughter!" The uncle laughed twice and said, "It would be great if I could have a son like you!" ”

Xia Xiaoxia couldn't understand her uncle's words and shook her head.

"It's annoying!"

Xia Xiaoxia patted the little girl's head, but it was not heavy.

"Call brother!"

The uncle looked at the little girl, and pointed at Xia Xiaoxia and smiled: "Call me brother, do you like him and like him?" ”

"What kind of place is Xiaoye Village?" The little girl continued, but no one paid any attention to her.

"I have to go back!"

Xia Xiaoxia has never been so far away from home, and this time she came out, which can be regarded as seeing the world. But above the town, he didn't see the situation where his fellow village mates said that there were cents everywhere.

Take a jar of eight-treasure porridge, or take a large drink bottle and fill it with cents, I am afraid that this kind of beautiful thing will not be realized for a while.

When Xia Xiaoxia was about to leave, the uncle didn't forget to rub a handful of oil and kiss Xia Xiaoxia on the face.

It is said that the rumors of being able to pick up the gold ring in the town also seem to have become untrue, because Xia Xiaoxia did not see anything.

The wind is still the same wind, but the world in front of you has become different.

Suddenly, I had the trouble that I couldn't explain for the first time, or I was worried.

The world is getting bigger, and as we get older, little by little, everything is changing.

Xia Xiaoxia came to a junction, not two roads, but four, which was the road to four different places. His life has never been so difficult, and he has never faced such a choice!