The cold wind is tight, and the sunset is old.

Breath into frost, dripping into ice.

The clouds on the horizon are blood-red dyed by the remnant sun, but the edges are tinged with a faint gold, giving people a bewitching beauty.

The blue-black mountains in the distance, under the cold winter sunset, stand quietly, and for decades, it seems that there has not changed in the slightest.

Just like He Xiaoshi's hometown, the life of poverty, as always, never seems to have changed, and the people here rely on the sky for food and live a difficult life.

The bell for the end of class rang in the sound of reading in this junior high school, and all the teenagers, in the sound of the teacher's "end of class", left their seats one after another and rushed towards the cafeteria and the school gate.

Then, a song "Childhood", after the end of the class bell, sounded, and the melodious music, under the blowing of the cold wind, rang near and far, which seemed extremely ethereal.

“...... On the banyan tree by the pond, I know that the sound is calling summer, on the swing by the playground, only butterflies stop on it, and the teacher's chalk on the blackboard,

Still desperately twittering and writing......

...... Dragonflies fly over in the sun, green rice fields, watercolor crayons and kaleidoscopes, can't draw the rainbow in the sky, when can I be like a senior classmate, have a mature and grown face......"

He Xiaoshi listened to this familiar song, sniffed hard, and then walked towards the door of the classroom.

He Xiaoshi caught a cold, his head was dizzy at this time, his steps were vain, he began to miss his relatives and wanted to go home.

As soon as he walked out of the classroom door, a figure that was not burly, but gave him a sense of peace of mind, was standing at the door of the classroom, looking at him with a smile.

He Xiaoshi, who was still a teenager, suddenly had a sour nose and wanted to cry.

"Daddy......".

He Xiaoshi shouted softly.

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded, then took a few steps forward and touched He Xiaoshi's head.

The palms of his hands, although they were extremely rough under the torture of life, He Xiaoshi felt that his heart had a solid support, and his heart, which was sour because of the cold, warmed up at the moment.

"Let's go, I'll take you to grab some medicine first, and then I'll take you to eat something delicious," the middle-aged man said gently.

He Xiaoshi couldn't help but nodded, and then quietly followed behind his father.

The cold wind was howling, but he felt much warmer, because the not majestic figure in front of him was like a mountain, sheltering him from the wind and rain.

From childhood to adulthood, it has always been like this.

After going to the pharmacy to grab the medicine, He Xiaoshi followed his father to a beef noodle restaurant, for him in junior high school, a meal of beef noodles in exchange for money is really delicious.

In less than a quarter of an hour, two bowls of beef noodles sprinkled with coriander, floating with oil splashes, and a few pieces of minced meat floating, exuding steaming heat and aroma, were served.

He Xiaoshi couldn't help swallowing his saliva, he was eating the beef noodles in the bowl slowly, as if he was desperately feeling the fragrance inside, and his father, who was also eating slowly, with a pair of eyes, was staring at his son, and his eyes were full of kind fatherly love.

Seeing that He Xiaoshi was about to finish eating, his father scooped up the remaining half of the bowl of noodles into his bowl, especially the few beef in it, and gave it all to him.

He Xiaoshi's heart was warm, but at the same time a little sour, at this time, he vowed in his heart to study hard and let his family live a good life in the future.

The hot mist covered the expressions of the two, He Xiaoshi, who had tears flowing into the bowl, and his father's face tortured by life.

He Xiaoshi wanted to say something out loud, but suddenly found that he couldn't open his mouth, he was extremely anxious, he swung forward with all his might, wanting to shake off the mist and look at his father's face again.

It's just that with He Xiaoshi's wave of his hand, the warm picture in front of him that is enough to make him unforgettable disappears as if the glass is broken, and he is heartbroken, but the picture turns indifferently.

The sky is blue, as if washed by clear water, the white clouds are light, lazily floating below, the weeds grow wildly, the flowers are in full bloom, and the sun at ten o'clock exudes a clear light.

The sun shines like a tribute, casting dappled shadows through the dense willow branches.

He Xiaoshi was under the willow tree, on the bulletin board of the junior high school, looking at his name on the honor list, full of pride.

He was admitted to the best high school in the county.

He Xiaoshi held the admission notice in his hand and walked towards his door, thinking in his heart how proud and happy his father should be when he saw this admission notice!

He Xiaoshi pushed the door in, but what he saw was his tearful mother, his grandfather who was in pain, and his younger brother who was crying heartbreakingly.

"What happened?"

He Xiaoshi was a little stunned, and at the same time, a bad premonition appeared in his heart.

"Something happened to your father!" He Xiaoshi's mother, looking at him, shouted almost hysterically.

"What's wrong?" He Xiaoshi asked subconsciously, and until now, he still hadn't reacted, but his heart was subconsciously aching.

"Dad was working on the construction site and touched the high-voltage line, and he was already ......," He Xiaoshi's younger brother said in a choked voice, and finally, the cry drowned out the words that followed.

"Boom"!

In He Xiaoshi's brain, a thunderbolt sounded, making him unstable on his footing, and he stumbled and collapsed directly to the ground.

The gilded bright red admission letter also fell to the ground weakly, like a leaf falling in autumn, sad, painful but helpless.

The sky is still blue, the flowers in the garden are blooming, and the bees and butterflies are fluttering.

At this moment, a bright lightning bolt turned into a silver dragon, and it was actually above the blue sky, swept by, and one of the electric wires disappeared into the heavenly spirit cover of He Xiaoshi, who collapsed on the ground, in the blink of an eye.

After a whirlwind, He Xiaoshi slowly opened his eyes, and tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes.

......

It turned out to be just a dream, a dream that belonged to another world for a long time, a dream that had always been hidden deep in my heart, unforgettable.

He Xiaoshi's eyes were filled with indissoluble sadness and nostalgia, and he lay on the hard and cold ground, motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, He Xiaoshi struggled to sit up from the ground, and his whole body fell apart with a sharp pain, as if he had experienced a long-distance and exhausting journey without rest.

"Are you awake?" a voice that seemed to come from the distant past sounded behind He Xiaoshi.

He Xiaoshi was terrified, his current spiritual sense was extremely keen, and he had an almost instinctive ability to sense danger, but when he was lying motionless on the ground just now, he didn't notice that someone was spying on him.

He turned slowly, and then his pupils shrank, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

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