In the past few days, Mei Xiaohan suddenly remembered a lot of things, although he knew that he was a traverser, but his brain had never been so clear, and he clearly remembered what happened that night.

That night, he was alone and went to the back of the village school. Now that I think about it, it was a complete nightmare, but it was actually a dream.

The ghost sent the gods, and he didn't know why he met that gourd, just like the heavens destined to be. Just like all people's fateful changes have a premonition, he has heard many stories about the magical gourd.

The story is about a man whose sun is on his buttocks, and he is still snoring and sleeping, and by the time he gets up, it is almost noon. Well, he was hungry and had to cook food, and when he looked at the water tank, there was not a drop of water in the tank; When I went to the firewood house, there was not a single firewood in the firewood house. He was too lazy to move, so he fell in front of the wood house, tilted his head, and slept again until he woke up in the evening.

At this time, I was really hungry, so I had to go to fetch water and collect firewood. But he was very lazy, he had a bucket at home, and he didn't pick it up, but only came back with a pot of water, and he thought, "Why should I pick a load of water?" I'm tired. ”

There was a lot of firewood on the mountain, but he only picked up a few firewoods and came back, and he said, "Just enough to cook a meal." Why do you have to collect more firewood, you're tired. ”

There is such a story, which is about: There is a man named Wang Jiu, and he lives like this. One day, he opened the head of the rice cylinder and saw that there was not a single grain of rice in the rice cylinder. Only then did he remember that he had finished eating the rice yesterday, what should he do? No water, hit a little; There is no firewood, a little pickup, no rice, but where to ask for it, there is no way, so I have to sleep hungry.

The next day, he heard that there was a gourd temple on the gourd mountain not far from the village, and there was a gourd Taoist priest in the gourd temple, and the gourd Taoist priest had a treasure gourd. This treasure gourd is amazing, and when you pour it out, you can pour out a lot of rice. Wang Jiu listened to the coke and thought: I have this treasure gourd, so I don't have to worry.

He went up to the gourd mountain, found the gourd temple, kowtowed to the gourd Taoist priest, and said, "Master, I beg you, give me your treasure gourd." ”

The gourd Taoist priest said: "There are treasure gourds, but you can't use them if you give them to you." He took out the treasure gourd, poured it out, and the rice flowed out, and he said, "Try it." Wang Jiu took the treasure gourd, no matter how he poured it, he couldn't pour out the rice.

The gourd Taoist priest said: "This treasure gourd has to be planted by yourself before the rice can be poured out, so it is useless for you to give it to you." Well, I'll give you a seed to plant. You see, many people here have come to ask for the gourd, and I have given them the seeds and let them plant them themselves. ”

Wang Jiu said, "Okay, okay, I'll plant a gourd." ”

He went to the mountainside with them, chose a place, and planted gourds.

Everyone made the soil fine before they buried the seeds, but Wang Jiu, he was too lazy, and threw the seeds into the cracks of the stones.

It's strange to say that the seeds planted by others germinated, and the seeds planted by Wang Jiu also germinated.

They said to him, "Wang Jiu, go and water it!" ”

"How tiring that must be!" Wang Jiu didn't go.

They said to him, "Wang Jiu, go and hoe the grass!" ”

"How tiring that must be!" Wang Jiu didn't go.

Day after day, it is strange to say that the vines planted by others have grown and produced gourds, and the nine species of Wang have also grown vines and produced gourds, which are not smaller than others.

Wang Jiu was so happy: "Look at you, you are watering and hoeing again, and you are so tired that your back hurts." As for me, I didn't do anything, didn't I also bear gourds? ”

The gourd grew strong, and the gourd Taoist priest asked everyone to take off the gourd and try it in front of him. As soon as people poured it, they poured out the rice, but Wang Jiu poured it for a long time, but nothing poured out. He was in a hurry, and he shook the gourd vigorously, and shook it, and a small worm crawled out of it.

"Master, Master, what's going on? This little worm ......"

The gourd Taoist priest said, "This is called a lazy worm." People have worked hard to grow food. What about you? It's a lazy man, and he can only grow a lazy worm. ”

Mei Xiaohan has never had any unrealistic ideas, although he has been whimsical since he was a child, but his experience has never been as bizarre as this time.

That magical gourd brought Mei Xiaohan into this world, so much so that he always had a feeling of being in a trance.

"Dog!"

Mei Xiaohan suddenly remembered the boy named Dog, the first person he met after crossing over, it seemed that he had many secrets hidden in his body, but Mei Xiaohan never solved it.

"Who am I?"

Mei Xiaohan suddenly had such a question, if she had nothing at the moment, who would Mei Xiaohan be? He will tell himself where to go. On the road to conquest, there will never be a winner. Time flies, everything is consumed.

Mei Xiaohan not only remembered the gourd, but also remembered more things about herself, maybe it can be said now that those have become a thing of the past. Thinking of this, Mei Xiaohan couldn't help but shed tears.

Everything seems to have passed, only scattered memories, scattered memories.

In front of Mei Xiaohan's eyes, there seemed to be a shattered void, he was holding a sharp weapon, staggering to split, but he felt that he was not very stable.

He was only 15 years old that year, a child who was spurned by society, a child who had nothing, a child who was good for nothing.

How carefree you can be in the rivers and lakes. Choose a distant place, you can feel how great you are.

But he can't get out of his inner world. This world may only be so big. The crossing brought him surprises, but it brought him excitement and vibration again and again.

He felt that he could not always control his own destiny. Just like before the age of 15, a child who is not excellent, a child who is difficult to grow up, but he just encountered that strange experience.

Raozhou City, go back to the past in the way of a dream, to feel that era, but history has no temperature. He was lost again and again, like a kite with a broken string.

once thought that using a potato could change his fate and change the face of this era, but he found that he couldn't even change himself, and he couldn't even change himself.

So, even if she looked in the mirror, it was like wearing a mask, and in the wind and rain, Mei Xiaohan was confused again.

The boy buried in the grave, the boy who was very similar to himself, spanned thousands of years, and met him at that moment.