The bald man's face turned blue from the cold, exchanged glances with his brother, spit at Wang Xiaoming's feet, and shouted: "Lao Tzu will let you go today, and if you provoke us in the future, don't blame us for being rude to you!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the strong men who were drenched in soup returned to the house one after another.

Wang Jinghua: "Jingyu, you go down with me to get a bottle of hot water, drink it to warm up, don't catch a cold in this weather." ”

Jing Yu stared at Ke Muyan, agreed, and followed the proprietress downstairs.

Wang Xiaoming put on a stinky and ugly face, smacked his tongue at Jingyu's back, and turned his head to look at Ke Muyan, "Tell me, what's the matter?" ”

"What does it matter to her when people play cards, she is full."

Ke Muyan didn't answer, continued to wipe his hair, and went back to the room by himself. Wang Xiaoming followed behind, wrapped the quilt tightly, and continued: "Yanyan, you are too, just look at the ghost appearance of that group of men, you know that it is not a good thing, why are you still fighting with them?" You're filming, what if it's hurt? ”

"I'm so angry, hey, this scene is real." Wang Xiaoming's nostrils smoked.

Ke Muyan suddenly felt a fishy sweetness in his mouth, wiped the corners of his mouth casually, and his fingertips were full of blood, he quickly glanced at Wang Xiaoming behind him, quickly wiped it clean with a towel, walked to the window leisurely, and said without being salty or light:

"With the kung fu of a few of their three-legged cats, how could I get beaten and injured. It's you, since you have a cold, stay away from me. ”

Wang Xiaoming thought about it and felt that it was too, he almost forgot that Ke Muyan had practiced taekwondo. Only then was he relieved, said good night, and went out.

Jing Yu watched Wang Xiaoming return to the room, she slipped into Ke Muyan's room and put down the steaming water glass, "Drink quickly, and then get into the quilt to sleep, you must not get sick, otherwise, Wang Xiaoming will scold me to death." And I, too, will not be able to go. ”

"Well, you can go."

"Also, I put the medicine box on your bedside, you hurry up and get some medicine."

Ke Muyan's surprise was not a little bit, he didn't turn around, he didn't speak, he seemed motionless, but in fact, his heart was already turbulent.

"Thank you for helping me, if it weren't for you, they would definitely be more arrogant." Jing Yu's two hands were firmly pulled together because of nervousness, "To tell the truth, the way you fight, you are really handsome." ”

After saying this, Jing Yu hurriedly turned around and ran away.

Ke Muyan turned around and looked thoughtfully at the door that had been closed. I wanted to sarcastically say something about her, but I couldn't say it at all.

In the second half of the night, Jingyu didn't feel sleepy at all.

It's not just because of the things of that group of rough men, but after listening to Amu's story, every minute that passes, she becomes more and more sober.

Prior to this, most of the dreams captured by Amu were imaginary, or demons and monsters, or fairy couples, like a TV series or movie.

Suddenly, I heard a story about a child crying in a dream, with no road around, and a haze. Especially after being told that the dreamer was not far from here, Jing Yu couldn't help but feel an indescribable sadness in his heart.

She was worried about this and specially asked Amu to go to the same place tonight to capture the dream.

The story that came to my ears after that was almost the same as before.

On the morning of the third day, Jing Yu got up at five o'clock and stood at the door of Ke Muyan's room, and when she heard movement behind the door, she immediately approached and knocked on the door.

"What's wrong?"

"I want to go out for a trip, and I don't know when I'll be back, so I'll talk to you now."

"Where?"

"Xitunkou."

"Where are you going?"

"It's hard to tell you how to tell you, and I'll tell you later."

"You're alone?"

Jing Yu nodded, and shook his head again, "Amu will go with me." ”

"Nope."

Without waiting for Jing Yu to speak, she Ke Muyan continued: "Aren't you afraid of those few? ”

"Uh...... They left yesterday, and they shouldn't be coming back for the time being, I must go, and it's useless if you say no. ”

Ke Muyan said angrily: "Since this is the case, you don't have to tell me anything, whatever you want." ”

Jing Yu raised her head, but the door was closed, and she said in her heart: I don't regard you as a companion anymore, so I'll tell you, since I don't want to, then I'm free, so it's good. ”

Before dawn, Ke Muyan had already driven to the crew, and Wang Xiaoming arrived later, and as soon as he found him, he asked:

"What about that dead guy? I knocked on the door all morning and heard a few cat meows. ”

Ke Muyan closed the script and lay on the rattan chair, "Don't you have her mobile phone number?" ”

Wang Xiaoming's face changed instantly, and his tone became scathing, "I'm just asking, I really want to know her, it's just a crazy girl." "Hehehe smiled," but Yanyan said that the wound on the corner of your mouth was caused a few days ago?" ”

"It's not." The answer was decisive.

Wang Xiaoming smiled gloomily, "Yes, I know." Now that the scenery is gone, the ears are much cleaner. ”

"Knowing that you are worried about him, you are a knife-mouthed tofu heart." After speaking, Ke Muyan got up and left.

Wang Xiaoming froze in place, continued to squat, raised his chin, and hummed and said, "Who are you talking about?" I'm such a handsome man. ”

If Jing Yu heard this, she would definitely laugh off her big teeth.

Jingyu took Amu to Xitunkou by bus, where as far as the eye could see, there were few houses, and there were bare loess everywhere, and a cold wind blew away, raising earthy yellow dust.

"Jingyu, that's where I capture dreams."

When the wind stopped, Jing Yu let go of his hand, "Amu, let's pair the characteristics again, so that I don't make a mistake when the time comes." ”

Amu: "The dreamer was a little boy, who was shouted by a gentle voice 'Tiantian' The night was very dark, there was no light around, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly, and the only thing I saw was that he had a hemorrhoid in the corner of his right eye. ”

"Okay, I'll go ask now."

Amu stopped: "Wait first, Jingyu, why are you looking for him?" ”

Jing Yu smiled bitterly, "In my heart, I just feel that this child is pitiful, and he has the same nightmare for several nights in a row, if you don't know, you can ignore it, but now it's different." A little we can help is a little bit. ”

Amu: "Well, Jingyu is really too kind. ”

Jing Yu smiled quietly and patted his left shoulder gently, "It's okay, I'm fine, it's going to be fine." ”

Along the way, Jingyu counted the number of people who could be seen, but there were only eight households, all of them were small low-rise houses with black tiles and red walls, even if among them, there was a three-story building painted with pink paint, but it was already covered with wrinkles of time, the wall skin had fallen off beyond recognition, the gate had been red rust, the door was overgrown with weeds, and after withering, it was desolate.

Amu glanced at it secretly, felt that it was very scary, and began to constantly urge Jing Yu to leave here quickly.

After crossing a small wooden bridge, Jing Yu suddenly stopped, turned back to the bridge, and looked from top to bottom, the water was barely clear, and occasionally a few crab shells and blue swimming fish could be seen flashing.

It was the first time for Amu to see a fish in the water, and he couldn't help but be a little fascinated, and the scene fell into deep thought.

Neither of them knew how long it had been since they stood and watched quietly.

Soon, people came on the bridge. Because of the creaking sound of the bridge deck under force, it is impossible not to be alarmed.

"What are you?"

The questioner was a rickety old lady, full of silver hair, but her eyes were bright, she finished asking, stretched out a black beanie, and put it on her head slowly. In this way, black and white are clear.

"Oh, I'm looking at the fish underneath." Jing Yu turned his head and replied softly.

"In this way, I see that little girl, you have been standing here for a while, and I thought you were going to kill yourself."

Jing Yu smiled heartily, "Grandma, you are too careful, but where are you going?" ”

The old lady cracked her mouth and smiled, "I'll go see my wife." ”

Jing Yu looked back along the loess road, not to mention that there was no family, not even an old dead tree.

"Grandma, I think you're mistaken."

"I go every day, how can I be wrong?"

After speaking, the old lady passed by Jingyu and walked along the road without hesitation.

Jingyu was not at ease, and he was not ready to sneak up to follow, so he called grandma affectionately, and ran to the old lady's side as soon as he slipped away.

The cemetery is very random, it seems that where there is an open space, a person can be buried, and the handwriting engraved on the tombstone has become blurred because of the passage of time.

The wind, whistling and whistling, makes a gurgling sound as it passes through the tombstones. Jing Yu was a little scared, but the old lady next to her said that it was the wind talking.

After that, Jingyu followed the old lady back to her house.

After a few conversations, she understood that the old lady's husband had been dead for three years, and because she missed it, she had breakfast every day, went to that wasteland, sat in front of her wife's grave, chattered, and took out his favorite second pot.

The people in the village thought that the old lady was crazy, and the grandson of the family did not bring it, and every day they ran to the grave to talk to a man who had been dead for several years.

Over time, not only outsiders, but even family members have become unfamiliar with the relationship with the old lady.

Jing Yu felt that he had asked a question that he shouldn't have asked, and sat beside the old lady with a solemn expression, silent.

The fire in the furnace was like a snake spitting out letters, and even though the door was closed, the wind that came in through the cracks still brought up burnt soot and dust.

Jingyu was left at home by the old lady to eat, she smiled and politely refused, thinking: I am already very satisfied to be invited to come to the house to roast the fire and warm my body, if it is troublesome, I am not a troublemaker.

The clock pointed to eleven o'clock, Jing Yu got up and said hello to the old lady, and wanted to leave, but one foot had already stepped out of the threshold, and before he could lift the other, he was pulled by the old lady.

"Jingyu, my old woman recently found a child, and when she told others, she regarded it as my crazy words, I'll take you to see it, even if it is to help me figure out a way, okay?"

Jing Yu naturally did not refuse, and readily agreed, and actively helped the old lady take the coat and go out.

What made her feel unbelievable was that the child she said was in the gray-pink building.

Amu didn't like this place, and he hid it in Jingyu's hat, and he didn't get out.

Jing Yu followed behind the old lady, from the tall dead grass, all the way to the back door.

"The child is inside, Jingyu, I'm worried that he will recognize his life, so I'll go in first."

Jing Yu nodded carefully, not daring to make a sound, and only when the old lady appeared at the door again did she follow in.

She saw the child at a glance, probably because the clothes she was wearing were too thin and the weather was cold, so she put on a half-old quilt with old old embroidery, and her exposed head was round, her eyes were round, and her cheeks were flushed.

The child really knew that he was a little recognizable, and when he saw a stranger coming, he quickly shrank into the quilt and began to cry.