Staggered home.

Daddy was in his room on his bed. I know he didn't sleep because he snored a lot when he slept, and today he didn't. Can imagine, in the dark, he opened his eyes and thought about things.

I lay on the kang and couldn't sleep at all, my mind was disorganized. So I got up and packed my things.

A pile of books, notes, pens, pencils, and brushes were all placed in a wooden box, and old clothes were packed in a bag. Then I saw the dagger, the jade pendant, and the three books.

I put on the jade pendant and hung it on my chest, cold against my beating heart.

The dagger hung from his waist. Since I am also a member of the Oriental family, the law that civilians are not allowed to carry knives has no effect on me.

What about the three banned books? The number of people in the world who have been killed by the crime of words is always the largest. I decided to spread them out and bind them all into that pile of books. In any case, there are not many literate people in the world, and the soldiers who check pedestrians are also forbidden to read.

So he opened the bookcase again and laid the books on the floor one by one. Some of them are the Four Books and the Five Classics, which are sold in royal bookshops; Some are official books, which are sold in government-run bookstores; Some are private books and forbidden books, and although they are illegal, no one cares about them. I took them apart, and then I took the three books apart, and I scattered them all into the other books.

Dad also came over and sorted it out silently. These books were bought by my father. The cost of books is a very expensive amount of money, which is all earned by my father getting up early and selling his fat at night. And his hard work of getting up early and greedy late pulled me away from him.

Every book, every diary is a memory—but most of it is a terrible memory—even a chaotic, false memory.

I looked at the things written in the book and imagined that I was the protagonist of the book, to escape the painful reality.

I write fake journals so that others can see my fake diary.

I did get rid of reality, but I also confused it because of it......

……

My dad and I were leaning against the kang wall.

Dad suddenly said, "You're leaving, I'll tell you a story one last time." I've told this story many times, but I'm going to tell it again. Once upon a time, far, far away, there was a kingdom. There was a prince in the kingdom, and the prince had a marriage contract with a foreign princess. One day, when the prince came of age, he had to climb mountains and wade through rivers to find her princess......"

Half-asleep and half-awake. In my dream, I dreamed of my father and my friends, and when I woke up, I saw my father leaning against the kang wall and looking at me, and then I fell asleep, and then I kept waking up and looking at my father......

Little by little, the night faded, the sky showed the whiteness of the fish's belly, and the winter sun rose, but there was no trace of warmth.

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A shrill voice came into my dream: "Zhao Daniu, it's time to hit the road." ”

All kinds of dreams are interrupted.

The moment you wake up from a dream, you still remember the circumstances of the various dreams and remember how they felt.

I hurriedly walked out with a box in one hand and a bag in the other.

When you go out of the house, you forget about the specific dream, but only remember the feeling of the dream; When I walked out of the yard, I forgot what I felt, and I only remembered a dream.

I can't help but think that if I don't remember the circumstances of the dream and the feeling of the dream, then how can I say that I have a dream?

- Don't!

It's all over!

The new life begins!

A great new journey begins!

I should be sincerely happy!

Whatever the future, isn't it better than staying in a small village?!

I will forget all the past and endless suffering! I don't want them to affect me a little!

At that moment, I was sincerely happy!

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There were many people at the door, and a large group of people were watching a black car.

There were three people sitting in the car, a seat in the back row was empty, and Dongfang Liang was sitting next to the driver. The man in the back was about twenty years old, and the driver looked like he was thirty years old. There is no Oriental Eternal White. Obviously, this kind of person is not going to sit with us.

The crowd and the people in the car were looking at me and my dad, the crowd was envious, and the people in the car were proud.

I didn't know where to put my baggage. I said to the people in the car, "The luggage is carried by hand, isn't it?" ”

The driver said to me, "You can't fit it inside, you put it in the trunk." ”

But who the knows what a "trunk" is? But there is a "back" word, so I look for it in the back. When I walked to the butt of the car, I saw a gap in the body, probably some kind of trunk or something. I clasped it with my hand, and I couldn't pull it away with even the best effort.

The crowd laughed.

The driver got out of the car, walked over, reached out, buckled, and opened the trunk.

I put all the baggage in it.

Get ready to get on board. I saw that there was a gap between the door and the body, and I wanted to open it from here, and I buckled it, and my nails were about to be broken, but the door still wouldn't open.

The crowd laughed again.

The guy in the back of the car laughed too. I looked at them with a bitter face and embarrassment – well, pretending to be embarrassed – I didn't have the concept of "embarrassment" many years ago. It's not my fault that I can't open the door, first of all, I'm a newcomer, and secondly, the person who designed the car just accidentally designed the specific procedure for opening the door, and it's normal for outsiders to not know how to open the door without being told. In normal times, there will be no embarrassing feelings and expressions at all. But now under the fence, showing timidity in unimportant areas is a necessary way to integrate into the collective. So I pretended to look at them with a bitter face and pretended to be embarrassed.

The man in the back seat laughed enough and bent down to open the door from the inside.

I hit my head on the roof of the car.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Finally went in, went to close the door, closed gently, but it couldn't be closed, and there was always a big crack at the end. Pull hard, but it's still not tight.

The guy next to him was going to laugh. He said to me, "Just shut it hard, see me like this." He stretched out his body and arms, grabbed the car door, opened it at a large angle, pulled it back hard, snapped, closed it, and the gap was gone.

Looking outside, it felt like it wasn't the four of us showing off in their midst, but they were watching us inhumanely. The crowd buried us, the old man, the woman, the child, the adult, everyone had the same expression, all laughing silently, only the mouth moving, no sound - because the closed car blocked out the sound.

It's like watching a strange play. Their heads are big, small, near, and far away, and they are unreal as dreams.

I anxiously searched for my father from the crowd.

Dad stood in the far corner, looking over a mass of black heads and waving at me.

I didn't see the dogs, but Uncle Wuji was watching my dad from the side.

The car drove slowly, and when I finally couldn't see their faces clearly, my tears flowed down my eyes and I cried silently. Actually, I wanted to hold back, but I couldn't.

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"Okay boy, don't cry,! Fasten your seatbelts and we're on our way. "This is the driver, he said as he looked at me from the small mirror in the middle of the front seat.

I took the black flat strap on the right side of the seat, double stacked, and formed a trap as if hanging, and I didn't understand how to use this so-called seat belt, could it be that I got into it? I held it and looked closely at the harness of the three of them.

The guy next to me smiled and said to me, "Your first time in a car?" He put on a sneering gesture towards Dongfang Liang and said, "It's the first time he's sitting." "Immediately turned into a playful smile when he faced me. He picked up my seat belt: "Come, I'll teach you." Pick up the metal head on this end and plug it in. That's it. Wouldn't you? ”

At least one of the Dongfang's trash is not as good as me, at least I'm not the worst.

From beginning to end, the driver in the front seat and Dongfang Liang did not smile, while the guy next to him kept asking this and that, talking about things and things. If his role is a clown, he is very suitable, this kind of person who speaks without brains is really not suitable to be a subordinate of the noble clan.

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"Zhao Daniu." Dongfang Liang stared at me from the small mirror.

Me: "Your Excellency! ”

Dongfang Liang: "I'm not an adult, just call me Brother Liang." ”

Me: "Brother Liang! ”

Dongfang Liang: "Let me introduce you." The driver next to me is Dongfang Tian, the military attache of the Dongfang family......"

I said to the driver in the mirror, "Brother Tian." ”

Driver: "Just call me Dongfangtian." ”

Dongfang Liang: "The one next to you is Dongfang Qiang, who is a staff member like me." ”

I shook hands with him: "Dongfang Qiang!" ”

Dongfang Qiang: "Ha, you can just call me Xiaoqiang, everyone calls me Xiaoqiang." ”

Dongfang Liang: "Our master is Dongfang Yongbai, the second son of the Dongfang family. Oh, you don't look at a mountain high, do you? ”

I stared at him in the small mirror: "How so, sir? Since ancient times, women have been pleasing to themselves, and scholars have died for their confidants. No one will tolerate a change of court. Life is the person of the East Yongbai, and death is the ghost of the East Yongbai! ”

Dongfang Liang looked at me from the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

Xiaoqiang nodded exaggeratedly: "Well said!" ”

Dongfang Tian glanced at me in the mirror, without expression.

The sedan drove along the potholed dirt road, roaring past one villager after another, and the carts, ox carts, mule carts, and horseback riders gave way to the rapid honking of the cars.

Dongfang Qiang talked a lot, and began to tell interesting stories about their coming to the Central Plains from Chang'an.

Dongfang Liang also laughed.

The atmosphere comes alive.

I also wanted to express myself, but I really didn't have anything to say, because there was so much difference between our classes!

Twenty years in a small village is my whole life.

All the interesting things are only in my imagination...... There is no logic...... Because there are no facts......

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The car drove through the crowded and dilapidated Yonghe Township in the continuous honking, and continued to drive on the township road for more than an hour, and Luobei County appeared in view.