The shouts of Li Peng and Wu Changhe reached my ears, and at that moment my eyes were already dark, and I seemed to have a dream but it was not like a dream.

In the dream, I was back to the age of seven or eight years old, walking on a small road. The road winds and is lined with maple trees.

It seemed like autumn, and the fiery red maple leaves were blown by the wind and turned into small fans fluttering in the sky, spinning and crossing my cheeks and landing at my feet.

In my dream, I seemed to be on an outing, bouncing forward with a lollipop in my mouth, and a small bungalow appeared in front of me.

The more I looked at this bungalow area, the more familiar I became, but I couldn't remember where it was, and I suddenly felt a little thirsty, so I walked along the bungalow area.

As I walked, I saw the word grocery store on the glass window of one house, and a small staircase made of wood under the windowsill.

I fumbled for two coins in my pocket to buy a bottle of chilled white pears. Big white pears are a kind of drink when I was a child, in a bottle like a beer bottle, and the most fulfilling thing for me when I was a child was to take the five cents my mother gave me, and the empty bottle, and go and exchange a bottle of big white pears by myself.

Actually, the big white pear was discontinued when I was very young, but I really wanted to drink it in my dream, and I didn't feel anything unreasonable at all.

I stood at the very top of the stairs and tiptoed the doorbell twice, and no one answered me. I pressed it several more times, but there was still no one. I was getting thirstier and thirstier, and I felt like my throat was about to smoke.

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I can't wait, go to someone else's house and ask for a saliva. Thinking so, I climbed down the stairs upside down, turned around and was about to leave, when the scene behind me suddenly changed.

The neat bungalows just now were all in ruins, and a large broken wall not far away had a dark red word "demolition" written on it, and a big red circle was drawn.

I have some doubts in my heart, it was fine just now, when was it dismantled? I swallowed my saliva and anxiously looked for anyone else. After running a few streets, I finally found that there was still one that had not been demolished.

I ran over and knocked on the door, but no one answered me, and I knocked harder, and the big vermilion iron door suddenly opened a crack.

The big iron gate was so heavy that I pushed it open, and as soon as I stepped in with one foot, I found my grandmother sitting in the yard, collecting the soles of her shoes.

"Milk, quickly scoop me with cold water, I'm dying of thirst." I anxiously shouted to my grandmother.

But my grandmother, as if she hadn't heard, was still sticking an awl into the sole of her shoe with herself. I was in a hurry, because I couldn't stand the thirst. I said in my heart that my grandmother doesn't have her ears back, why don't you ignore me?

I stepped into the big iron gate with my other foot, and was about to run into the house to get some water to drink. My grandmother suddenly shouted into the back room: "Tianhong, hurry up and bring the thimble to the milk!" ”

She scared me this way, Gao Tianhong is my brother, how many years has he been dead, who is she shouting?

Before I could react, the house agreed: "It's coming!" Then a little boy of eleven or twelve years old ran out, holding a thimble in his hand and handing it to my grandmother.

Actually, my brother and I haven't lived together much since I was a child, and I've forgotten what he looks like for so many years. But as soon as I saw his face, I was immediately sure that he was my brother.

My heart pounded in an instant, wasn't he dead? I felt as if I was frozen, not daring to move, and a chill passed from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

"Milk, I want to go out and have fun." My brother handed me the thimble and was about to run out, but my grandmother immediately stopped him and said no.

At this moment, my dad suddenly came out of the house and said to my brother: "Tianhong, your little brother has a birthday today, he must be homesick in Shandong, you can call him." ”

Younger brother? Are you talking about me? Isn't I here, I called my dad a few times, and I found that he didn't look at me as if he couldn't hear.

What's going on? I was anxious when I suddenly reacted. I looked down at my body, it was when I was a kid.

"What's the use of calling, I can't see it anymore." My brother said that he sounded very depressed.

I finally realized that I was dreaming. I'm now a disciple of the horse, going to university in Shenyang, and I also opened a metaphysical school with Huzi, which specializes in watching people.

After listening to my brother's words, my father frowned and said, "What are you talking about, your little brother went to Shandong to learn martial arts, and it's not that he won't come back." ”

My brother didn't take that stubble, and said to my dad with a smile, "Dad, I want to go out and have fun." ”

As he was talking, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind me, and at the same time a child's voice sounded: "Tianhong, let's go, go out to play?" ”

I immediately looked back and saw that it was like two brothers from my neighbor's house when I was a child, and they were both staring at me. I was pleasantly surprised, it seemed that they could see me.

Before I could finish my joy, the two brothers walked towards me, and the taller one stepped straight through the door, and before I could hide, he passed through my body.

I hurriedly turned around and found that my father glanced at the child, and then said to my brother, "Your mother is not feeling well today, don't go too far if you know something, and come back after a while." ”

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I suddenly remembered that at my age, I should still be in the martial arts school. My dad just said that today is my birthday and asked my brother to call me, which means ·······

In an instant, my scalp began to explode, and the day I died, wasn't it the day I celebrated my eighth birthday in Shandong? In other words, if my brother steps out of this door today, he will be drowned in a moment.

Although I already knew that I was dreaming, I couldn't care about it so much, I was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, desperately shouting to my dad, don't let my brother go, but my dad just couldn't hear it.

My brother was happy to go out with the child, and I blocked the door in panic, and the child penetrated my body directly in front. My brother was about to step out, and I was so anxious that I threw myself to hug him.

But I pounced, and I couldn't touch him at all. He just penetrated my body with the two children and went out the door.

At this moment, I am sad from my heart, shouting that every day should not be, and that the earth is not spiritual.

I was not reconciled, I stepped out of the threshold to catch up, only to find that I was running unusually slowly, and my brother and they were getting farther and farther away from me.

Pop, raindrops hit my face like tears in my heart.

I don't understand why the raindrops hit me, but they can't see me, they can't touch me.

I shouted and chased like crazy, and gradually the little mud spots soaked with raindrops on the land grew, and then it crackled and rained heavily.

I don't know how long it was, but while I was still running, two of the neighbor's children were crying and running back in panic, colliding with me head-on and passing through my body again.

At this moment, my tears poured out uncontrollably like a torrential rain. I was still running, panicking and aching, and I don't know how long it was, when a man's terrible cry came from behind me.

The next moment, a middle-aged man passed by me, crying, and running forward without a master. From the back, he was my father, and my heart was like a knife, and I couldn't breathe in pain.

Finally I saw the abandoned fish pond in the distance, and I didn't know why I had to run for so long in this short distance.

By the time I finally reached the pond, it was full of people, with several large pipes of pumping trucks inserted into the water, but the scene was eerily silent.

I know, my brother is gone, I can't describe how I feel in my heart. Although I knew that it was in a dream, and that he had died more than ten years ago, I was a little devastated when I experienced this scene firsthand.

I don't remember who told me that death is not counted from the moment when breathing stops, but from the moment the last person in the world forgets him.

Some people say that don't worry too much about a dead person, so that he will be unwilling to leave.

I don't know which one is true, although I have forgotten your appearance, but I have never forgotten you. Why should I see such a sad scene in my dreams? Is it hanging me too much? I want to avenge you!

I don't think it's just a dream, I think about it day and night, I haven't seen this scene, how can it appear in my dream? Could it be that my brother is dreaming about me and trying to tell me something?

The moment this thought was born, there was a hint of fear in my sad mood. Fear spurred me on to the pond, where a small part of the water had already been pumped out.

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I thought to myself, if my brother was dreaming about me, then he must be trying to tell me something. My heart trembled, and I gritted my teeth and plunged into the pond to see what my brother was like down there!

I subconsciously closed my eyes as I jumped in, and the imaginary feeling of being wrapped in water did not appear, and when I opened my eyes again, the picture in front of me had completely changed.

I found that I was not jumping, but standing on the shore, and in front of me was no longer a pond, but an ocean. The sky was dark with a hint of deep blue, and I didn't know if it was going to be late at night or just into the early hours of the morning, and the rain was no longer falling.

What's going on, and what is my brother trying to tell me?

I looked around blankly, only to find that the crowd around me had also changed. I feel like I'm in a market right now, surrounded by men and women wearing leather forks and rubber gloves.

These people were busy, some pushing a large stack of baskets with small carts, some carrying scales, and some holding a wad of money. These people crowded the seashore as if it were a big bazaar, not knowing what they were waiting for.

"Woo~woo~" I remembered a steamship-like whistle, and then such sounds came to my ears one after another.

I looked back and saw that in the distance, bright spots of light appeared on the sea, accompanied by the swaying light of the lighthouse.