When he opened his eyes again, he smelled a rancid smell in his nose. He wrinkled his nose and remembered that the last image he remembered was: the river was flowing.

——The river is flowing, reluctant to give up day and night, and at this time it is also like to take away the life that has just bloomed in the little child's body in this flow.

The last time he surfaced out of the river, he saw a lone vulture gliding by the brilliant glow in the sky. Then, the river soaked his nose - there were no more wings in the sky, and his heart was empty. If he had another chance to say something to his mother, he thought, he would say, "I finally want to know this Jiang...... It's deep. ”

- He looked around and found himself lying in a tattered attic. But the attic was still clean, the walls were all about to decay, and the colors of the house were uneven, red and green. He was covered with a bed of torn cotton wool. The cotton wool was soaked with an indescribable faint body odor, as if there was a hidden fragrance. He struggled to get up, but he felt that his head was heavy.

On one side of the attic was a half-window that was open crookedly, and the smell of rancid smell came from that window. Xiaozhi stretched out his head, only to see that downstairs was a dirty alley. The alley is not long, and the gutters on both sides are full of mud. At this moment there were several children, ranging from eight or nine to fourteen or fifteen years old, standing or sitting in the alley, and one of the youngest was putting his feet into the gutter and slapping the mud. When he raised his eyes, he felt that the sky above the alley was eerily gray, and the chimneys of the houses next to him were smeared with a trace of oil smoke, which stained the day. The children below were noisy in a dialect he didn't quite understand. By this time, a child had already seen his exposed head in the attic, and heard him cry out, "Are you awake?" ”

Before the child could understand what this place was, the child had already run up with a kick, and his little face was as black as a ghost, so he was thirteen or fourteen years old. I only heard him laugh and say, "Are you hungry?" ”

Childish nodded. The kid laughed and said, "Then follow me." ”

As soon as he said that, he turned around and ran downstairs with a kick again. The childish only follows behind. Out of the alley, Xiaozhi was surprised to find that outside the dilapidated alley was actually a busy city. The boy led him to sit down in a small shed. This is a place that sells baked cakes and soup, and the owner of the shed surrounded the waist of oil-stained twist flowers, looked at the child angrily and said, "Mud monkey, what do you want to rely on today!" ”

The kid rolled his eyes: "? Uncle is not bad today! ”

As he spoke, he took out a few coins and slapped them on the table: "Give me six pancakes and two bowls of spicy soup!" ”

Looking at his stabbing appearance, Xiaozhi couldn't help but laugh. I saw that the kid looked at his face for a while, and grinned: "The river so deep hasn't drowned you yet!" What kind of river are you dancing into? Did you have a stepmother, but you couldn't be beaten and scolded, or you stole something and were chased and jumped in? Well, Sister Xiang'er has saved another one, you are called Little Seventeen. ”

Xiao Zhi was stunned and said, "Sister Xiang'er? …… What is this place? ”

The child smiled and said, "Sister Xiang'er is our sister, here—it's Mud Foot Alley." ”

Xiaozhi shook his head and saw the sign of a shop outside with the word 'Hankou'. But the baked cakes and soup were now brought to the table, and the boy stopped paying attention to the childishness, and ate them like hungry ghosts. Xiao Zhi looked at all this outside his body in a daze, the corners of his lips were slightly deflated, and he was stunned: Where are my mother and Grandpa Yu at this time? There are also five leftovers and two bing-this is the first time in his life that he has left the care of his relatives, and he feels sad in his heart, and he has a feeling of being so desolate and helpless.

Although he was hungry, he couldn't eat it when he looked at the food, so he took two mouthfuls of soup and chewed a few biscuits, but he saw two people sitting on the table next to him. The first thing that attracted Xiaozhi to peek at them was the two of them's two pairs of special eyes, one was more black and white, and the other was more white and less black. The way people who drink soup with more white and less black is even more strange. It was afternoon at this time, and there were no guests in this small shed, but I saw the man with white and black eyes holding the bowl of spicy soup in his hand under his nose, talking to the people who sat in his room, and the soup bowl in his hand was steaming, and the hot air rushed into his nose, and the soup in the bowl was scarce—he seemed to drink this bowl of soup through his nose instead of his mouth!

Seeing him with such a vision, Xiaozhi couldn't help but be surprised. The two words that jumped up in his mind unexpectedly were still: "Dongmi".

The man with black eyes and white eyes broke the baked cake in his hand with a pair of hands, and said lightly: "Brother Bai, you won't be so diligent as to drag me to this ghost alley to practice, right?" I've seen your 'nasogastric feeding' technique. In this small alley, apart from this bowl of spicy soup, what is there to see that you specially summoned me from Changsha? ”

The bowl of soup in the hand of the 'white brother' has already bottomed out. He closed his eyes, with a painful and intoxicated look on his face, and said for a while: "Ah Qing, my brother called you here, but it was for a great merit." ”

That Ah Qing laughed, looking like he didn't take it seriously, and the 'white brother' seemed to have eased up at this time, and said in a low voice: "When everything is ...... The snow is gone, the ice is gone, the wind is flowing, the clouds are scattered......"

When he said these words, the expression on his face was very strange, the meaning of the words was leisurely, and the meaning of the words in Chinese was extremely incommensurate with his dress. Sure enough, Na Aqing's expression changed, and he pulled his sleeve: "You mean ......"

The 'white brother' changed a reserved expression on his face: "I mean ......", Xiaozhi was about to listen carefully to their conversation, and the children around him suddenly raised their eyes outside the shed, and opened their mouths and shouted: "Sister Shang is back!" ”