The house was more than 50 meters away from the big house where everyone was and was built at a relatively low level. Walking outside the house, I couldn't hear a sound inside, and it was so quiet that it seemed like no one had lived in a hundred years. There is a window on each side of the door of the house, which is quite neatly stacked, and even the holes in the window paper seem to have been deliberately made by everyone, coordinated. It looked like the face of an old man, with a faint hint of anger.

Deng Yuhao has been thinking about how to call the door, and he will feel ridiculous when he thinks about it, isn't he just going to knock on that door? But the silence around him did stop him from moving. Do they really go to bed at nine o'clock?

Ling Xuezhi was much more direct, and with a gentle push of his hands, the door parted on both sides. It turned out that the doors here were not locked. The dark world feels real. This time, they didn't smell anything special, and it was the kind of smell that Deng Yuhao had smelled that hit their nostrils. Covering their noses, the two walked in. When I turned on the mobile phone screen, I saw the simple furnishings in the house, a square table, on which a bamboo basket was used to cover the leftovers of the day, and there was a large cabinet against the wall, the upper half of which was glass, divided into two compartments, and the lower part was a wooden cabinet door, which was half a person high. To the left of the living room is the hallway, which looks deep and narrow in the darkness, with no end in sight. At the top of the aisle hung a bag, wobbly showing its weight.

"Anyone?" Deng Yuhao asked, and only silence responded to him.

"Are we going to go inside?" Ling Xuezhi asked. Deng Yuhao thought about it for a while, nodded and signaled, he should still go in and have a look, thinking that he might find something.

The two of them took a step and were about to walk down the aisle, when the pockets on the aisle suddenly broke, and the source of the stench, the white grains of rice, flowed from the broken pockets to the ground, slowly piling up in front of the two, as if trying to block their way.

"Be careful." Deng Yuhao said that the rice grains not only stinked unstoppably, but also printed the whole house in the same color. Looking at the light that suddenly appeared, Deng Yuhao cheered up, I don't know if he was dazzled, he actually saw a few grains of rice beating and came to him.

"Deng Yuhao, look." Ling Xuezhi pointed to the rice grains on the ground and said, the beating rice grains stopped and practiced into a thin line, at this time, the rice pile also began to change its shape, turning like a wave, and what was even more surprising was that with the turning of the rice pile, Deng Yuhao found that the area of the rice grains was constantly expanding.

Ling Xuezhi suddenly raised his hand and pointed inside, Deng Yuhao looked up, and in the deep darkness, more rice grains poured out, like ruthless quicksand, coinciding with the pile of rice on the ground, rolling along the thin line. Ling Xuezhi and Deng Yuhao didn't have time to think about it anymore, and immediately ran out of the door.

A strong force threw the two of them out of the house, slamming them the mossy stone slab in the doorway. Deng Yuhao felt that those rice grains crawled over his back like ants, with a stinging smell, and it became difficult to breathe, but so many rice grains crawled past him without feeling a little pressed, which made Deng Yuhao very strange. He raised his head, but there was an incredible scene in front of him.

Countless grains of rice poured out of the house, but the target was not him and Ling Xuezhi. When the small rivers come together, the sea is the sea, so what can be turned into the rice grains that gush out of the houses of the villagers of Banshengdian? Not only the house behind Deng Yuhao, but also the other houses around him had the same situation. 100 meters rushed like a tide to every corner of the half-liter store, surging to destroy those colorful flowers. At the same time, they also masked the fragrance of the flowers, making the whole half-liter shop stink, and the two of them had to resist the impact of the rice grains in place, and also covered their nostrils, while they couldn't stand the smell and fainted. Fortunately, the stone slab was hard enough, otherwise the two of them would not have known where they would be taken.

When everything calmed down, Deng Yuhao and Ling Xuezhi only had one head still exposed, and all the other parts were trapped in the huge rice warehouse of the half-liter store.

"I don't understand why people here still plant flowers, just buy rice." Ling Xuezhi said.

"Would you like to eat such stinky rice?" Deng Yuhao tried hard to pull out his body, but after trying for a long time, he still couldn't move his hands and feet. Just when the two of them were helpless, the "rice warehouse" suddenly began to move. It was as if the picture had been reversed, and the rice grains rushed into the room again.

The stench went away, and the two of them let go of their feet and fell to the ground.

"Xuezhi, are you alright?" Deng Yuhao asked.

"It's okay, that stink is better than anything else." Ling Xuezhi stood up and suddenly looked into the distance in shock.

"This ......" Deng Yuhao was also speechless when he saw the scene in front of him.

Between heaven and earth, two opposite colors reflect each other, and the two ends of the chaos and emptiness present different worlds of black and white. On the ground, the original colorful flower fields turned into a sea of white flowers, and everything in front of them was taken away by the paleness, and only the houses that stood in the middle remained in their original colors.

"It turned out to be really a white rose." Ling Xuezhi said.

"Did you think of anything?" Deng Yuhao looked ahead and said.

Ling Xuezhi lowered his head and pondered, and suddenly understood what Deng Yuhao meant.

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The cold wind blew, and several people in the room were awakened by the cold.

"Ding Xue, why did you open the door?" Miao Xin pointed to the door and said, Teacher Ji had blocked the door just now, and at this moment, the two tables were back in the center of the living room.

"Did someone go out?" Ding Xue looked back and forth, the position of the bed was on the side door to the right of the door, and the classmates were all inside, and when they turned their heads, they could just see the door and Ji ......

"Where's Mr. Ji?" Ding Xue suddenly exclaimed.

Miao Xin was also looking around, the voices of the two woke everyone up, and as soon as a few people looked up, they found that the sky was still dark, so they sighed and fell down again.

"We can't live without this place, I really want to go home." A girl cried, the boys around her didn't comfort her anymore, Ding Xue and Miao Xin both glared at them fiercely, and then sat down to comfort the crying girl.

Teacher Mu woke up and found that Teacher Ji was not there, so he immediately ran to the second floor, and then hurried to the door. A few minutes later, Ding Xue saw that Teacher Mu was still standing there, without moving.

"Teacher Mu." Ding Xue tried to scream, but Teacher Mu didn't look back. Miao Xin glanced at her, then got out of bed and walked to the door.

Before they could call out Teacher Mu's name, Ding Xue and Miao Xin paused at the same time.

The flower field outside the door was full of white roses at the moment, as quiet as if it had been painted. A few meters away, a girl seems to be a scene in the painting.

"Qiaoyun." Teacher Mu shouted.

Qiao Yun turned around, Ding Xue was really afraid that her face would become a terrifying look, but all worries seemed to be superfluous, Qiao Yun agreed, and then walked back to the house.

"What's going on?" Teacher Mu asked Qiao Yun

"I don't know, that's what I looked like when I woke up." Qiao Yun's eyes were fixed on a corner of the room.

"How did it suddenly turn all of a sudden?" Teacher Mu said.

"This is the white flower that the village chief said." Miao Xin said.

Looking at the pale world, Ding Xue searched for the shadows of Deng Yuhao and Ling Xuezhi, and silently blessed the two of them in her heart.

The sun finally shines through the mountains and into the white villages, bringing life to this indifferent world and heralding death.