I looked at the fat man in front of me, and I was a little angry in an instant, and then I said angrily.

"Actually, you don't have a daughter, Xiaoya is a doll left by Xiaoyue, when I went to look for you for the trip to the mountains, I saw you bathing the old doll and talking to it."

The fat man's words instantly struck me like a lightning strike, and memories flooded into my mind little by little like a tide.

I even began to wonder if I was in a mental hospital, in a hospital gown.

Until he opened his eyes again, in the dim catacombs in front of him, the fat man and the little white face and the ninth uncle under the dead ashamed tree were standing beside him, and all this seemed to have not changed.

It's just that my memory is a little bit off.

The fat man is right, since Xiaoyue left, I have gradually begun to feel a little abnormal, which is why the fat man is not worried about me from time to time and wants me to go to the inverted fight with him.

All that was left in my mind was the back of the doctor's playful long hair in a white coat.

She always likes to carry two pineapple-flavored lollipops in her pocket, and when she laughs, the corners of her mouth show sharp tiger teeth...

At this moment, I couldn't help crying bitterly, and a big man actually knelt on the cold ground of the tomb and cried like a child.

Everyone stood silent, and the fat man wanted to say something comforting, but he didn't know how to speak.

I always thought that one day I would be able to forget her, but no matter how hard I tried, she was like a fragility hidden in the deepest part of her heart, and from time to time she stabbed herself in the heart.

…………

"Grandpa, do you see the straw hat I wear on my head looks good?"

I thought about it a little bit, took notes, and drew the scene of the Shame Tree and the Fat Man in my notebook, but I didn't expect a little girl wearing a garland to suddenly break into the room.

She flaunted to me the colorful wreath on her head, and her innocent expression suddenly contrasted strongly with the little memories in my diary.

"It's so beautiful, who gave it to you."

"My Abba found a bunch of colorful wildflowers in the ranch to the east, Grandpa, what are you drawing on the book?"

The little girl came over with some curiosity, and I hesitated to show her the patterns drawn in my diary.

What is depicted above is the scene when I, the fat man, and Uncle Jiu stood under the withered tree and opened the wooden box.

Through the scribbled handwriting, I seem to be able to feel the inexplicable sadness and strangeness of that time.

I looked out the window at the endless green grassland, and my cloudy eyes seemed to gradually moisten, if only the fat man and the dragon boy could still see this scene.

There was more and more radioactive material in my body, and I knew I didn't have much to live.

Half a year ago, I embarked on the journey and came to the end of my life.

"Tibet."

The herders here are hospitable, and my wooden house looks a bit unconventional in the savannah surrounded by yurts.

"Grandpa, who is the person in that photo on your wall, she is so beautiful."

The little girl with a wreath on her head couldn't help but put down her diary and stared at a group photo in the wooden house.

The above is a photo of the fat man and Alano, perhaps because he is old, he feels that the little girl in front of him is a little noisy.

But what was even more scared was that after she came into contact with me for too long, the radioactive material in my body would hurt her, so I couldn't help but make up some excuses to let her leave.

"Grandpa, you lie, you bully me...!"

"Woo woo, I'm going to tell Abba to go."

The little girl in front of me suddenly cried, and then stumbled out of the wooden door, looking at her running back I couldn't help but blame myself.

The pale blue white clouds overhead floated through the sky, and the scene in front of me was so leisurely.

In fact, what was in the box that day was indeed not the Third World Mirror, the real mirror was hidden in a hidden tree hole deep in the core of the old ashamed tree.

In addition to this, the fat man and I even made an extremely significant discovery.

That is, I actually found a corpse that was exactly like my godfather.

He held the mirror in his hand and closed his eyes tightly, as if he was about to come back to life, but his skin was already dry purple like an unrotten dried corpse.

In the dim light, I couldn't help but take the semicircular bronze pendant in the box into my arms, and the handle of the third mirror, which was exactly the same as in the record, was held tightly in the hands of the dry corpse.

He was wearing a black tight-fitting suit, and the expression on his face was not painful, and even a little peaceful.

The most important point is that he is very similar to the young old dog Wu who appeared in my dream, perhaps because the corpse is so badly decomposed that I am not sure.

In addition, I clearly remembered that Wu Laogou had died in the abyss eight hundred meters underground, how could his corpse appear in front of me?

Moreover, this corpse looked very young, he held a bronze mirror of the third world, and he looked like he was only in his thirties.

Only Uncle Nine in the team knew what my godfather looked like when he was young, and I couldn't help but ask him to come forward and identify him.

Unexpectedly, the old Uncle Nine in front of him suddenly trembled when he saw the corpse in the tree hole, and his face and even his whole body were covered with cold sweat.

"Wu... Wu Wu Wenju. ”

He kept shouting in his mouth, and he was even more reminded of a memory of the dried corpse in front of him.

Looking at the trembling expression of Uncle Nine in front of him, he suddenly realized that the person in front of him might really be Wu Wenju when he was young.

Memories are rolling like a tide, could it be that he did not die in the underground abyss, and he has rejuvenated.

I broke out in a cold sweat at my own thoughts, and the situation in front of me seemed to become more confusing, except for the strangely shaped mirror held in the hand of the dry corpse, faintly refracted in the light of the fire.

"The Third Mirror!"

Little White Face walked to the tree hole and snatched the treasure mirror from the corpse, never thinking that the whole corpse would be dragged out of the tree hole.

The cold treasure mirror was held in his hand, and everyone's hearts were very excited at this time, this was the legendary treasure of the year.

can reflect people's past reincarnation, but what I didn't expect is.

At this time, there was no luster in the hands of the little white face, just like a rusty copper mirror, but it was full of blue-green patina.

"Uncle Jiu, tell me, do you know what happened to my godfather and Sanniang back then."

My eyes widened as if I had noticed something, and then I turned to ask Uncle Jiu, but I didn't expect that this question would scare him out of my mind.

He pointed to the tree behind me, his mouth wide open as if he had seen something.

"Wu... Wu Wu Wenju was resurrected. ”

His shrill voice was almost hoarse, and you could see how much fear he felt in his heart.

Just when I was in some doubt, I turned my head to look in the direction that Uncle Nine was pointing.

But he suddenly found that the corpse that was exactly the same as Wu Laogou when he was young was actually gone.

"Brother Wu... There is a debtor and a debtor, you must not find me. ”

"Back then, I was also cornered by the Japanese, and I have been burning incense to you and Sanniang all these years."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry. ”

Uncle Jiu's appearance in front of him is still like an experienced old antique dealer, but more like a frightened psychopath.

"Ganzi be careful."