This kind of small two-story inn in a rural town is even more humble than you think. In a humble environment, there is a simple local atmosphere everywhere. The fragrance of rice porridge, the shouting and scolding of adults and children, and the smoke of cooking that emerges from the chimney and wafts on the rooftops are all so fascinating.

Jiang Rong, who was standing against the window, had blurred eyes and distant. There are messy pictures in my mind, scenes of playing with my parents when I was a child, and words of adoptive father's earnest teaching. There is also the joy of the moment when I tried the forbidden fruit at the beginning of life with Han Bin, and the never-ending nightmare......

"Catch her ......" shouted that pierced the tranquility of the moment before dusk and echoed over the town surrounded by mountains.

Jiang Rong, who heard the shout, hurriedly leaned out and looked in the direction where the shout came. Under the limitation of sight visibility and distance, a thin figure ran in her direction in a panic, drilling when he saw a crack, and running when he saw an alley. And behind the thin figure, with the sound of messy and noisy footsteps, several tall figures appeared. From afar, there were men and women, shouting loudly and waving their sticks, as if they were driving away some wild beast, chasing the figure in front of them.

The figure gradually ran into the closest distance of her sight, and saw that it turned out to be a tall, thin girl. I vaguely glimpsed the panic on her face, ran wildly in a panic, and dodged into the lower end of the window where Jiang Rong was.

At the bottom of the window was the back door of the inn, and at the back door were a few plane trees with bare branches. From the back door, you can see a green belt. There are trees, there are all kinds of flowers, and a shabby armchair.

It was supposed to be a small square, and the population of the town was small. They are inhabited by people who come from far away to teach, or who want to mine ore.

Lime ore is produced here, and carts of lime ore are transported out from here, and the hands of the dealers flow one by one. The girl who ran away hid in the shadows, not daring to move, until the people who were chasing her, scolding and leaving, slowly walked out.

Jiang Rong still maintained her original posture of visiting, just so straight, watching the girl's back disappear into the haze of night. She didn't bother to use her brain to wonder why the girl was being chased. Even when there was a knock at the door of the room, I didn't want to open the door.

It was the innkeeper who knocked on the door. The proprietress was medium-sized, with neat short hair and a few less obvious white pockmarks on her face. Holding a thermos in one hand, he said to Jiang Rong with a smile: "Girl, hot water, go downstairs to eat when you are hungry." ”

“…… Thank you......" stood lazily, looked at the proprietress quietly, and exited the door, "Auntie, I'm not hungry for the time being, don't call me." ”

"Oh!" The proprietress gently agreed, cast an inquiring look at the other party, and left.

At night, a miserable white moon with a cold glow rose and slowly climbed up the treetops. The windows that were not closed trembled slightly, and the shaking window frames bumped and clicked from time to time...... Da ...... Disjointed ringing.

Jiang Rong sat cross-legged on the bunk, unzipped her backpack, and stretched out her slender fingers to find something in the bag. The light bulbs in the room, scattered dim beams, stretched her cross-legged figure.

The soundproofing of the hotel is not very good, and the sound of bicycle bells and bell rings can be heard from time to time in the street. Occasionally, a child cries, a cat grows and a short cry, just like the startling cry of a spring, all stubbornly invade the eardrum, making her irritable.

I took out a roll of paper from my backpack, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it in my ear. Finally, I couldn't hear those, noisy sounds. Only then did I continue in earnest, looking for the contents of the bag.

There are a lot of items to remember in the bag, there is a small mirror, oval, yellow back, smooth and durable. She cherishes and cherishes this small mirror the most. My hand is still in my bag, and I took out the BB machine that I have not used for a long time, and the BB machine is a rose red shell, which is a popular style on the market. This machine was personally selected by Han Bin for her.

The BB machine is still as good as new, but it has become a different thing. The person who accompanied her to buy the BB machine no longer exists, looking at the BB machine, I felt sad in my heart, and tears rolled in.

The last few that were taken out were wrapped in newspapers, which were also one of Jiang Rong's most precious items. Photographs of the parents, as well as photos of the adoptive father, the family and themselves.

Mom Ran Qin is one of the best beauties in a million miles, and dad Jiang Shuai is a handsome guy. Her parents looked at her with a smile, as if they were saying that she had grown taller and was no worse than her mother...... Tears flowed down in torrents, drop by drop, ticking on the photo, and quickly wiped them away with your fingers. Then blow gently with your mouth to blow the water stains off the photo. Then carefully put it in the backpack.

Picking up the photos of his adoptive parents' house, Chen Jun's brother is handsome and handsome. The adoptive father's fierce gaze looked directly at him, as if questioning; Rongrong, you have to be obedient, your parents are gone, and we are gone!

Looking at the photo, the mouth was flattened, and the sense of grievance hit again. Brother Chen Jun, he scolds people very badly, and he has never been right about things or people. Every time she makes a mistake, she has to be scolded and cried......

I sobbed low, and the more I thought about it, the more sad I became, and I wanted to cry loudly...... Because of crying, my eyes felt like I had something dirty, and I felt a little sore and sore. Weakly put down the photograph and lay on his back, facing the ceiling......

Jiang Rong was stunned, there was a person on the ceiling...... It was a little girl, with a green face, white teeth, staring at her resentfully...... "Ah......" she screamed loudly, trembling all over, suddenly waking up from the dream, looking around blankly, the dim electric light beam, still the same as before, blowing the light bulb with the help of the wind that hit in from the window.

Subconsciously raised his head, his neck was a little sore, and his fingers were still pinching the photo of his adoptive father. Visually I just looked at the photo, I was tired of looking at it, and I fell asleep? My mind gradually cleared up, and I suddenly remembered the scene I had just seen in a dream with a ghost on the ceiling. Subconsciously, very nervous, I slowly raised my head, except for a circle of traces that looked like water stains on the ceiling, there was no ghost.

The moment she thought of that ghost, Jiang Rong suddenly felt the urge to paint.

Think of it, do it, get up. I found a pen and paper, laid it on the bunk, and tried hard to recall the picture I had just seen. Under the outline of the pen, the sun is obliquely illuminated, the shadow of the house is elongated by the sun, and the form of a poor girl gradually forms in the picture.

A temporary sketch cartoon was born, which is the cartoon that Jiang Rong felt was drawn with the most heart. The little girl in the comics is alone and has no parents. For a long time, I have been with some mysterious invisible people...... Under the picture is her elaborate storyline.

Just as she was satisfied with the pen and paper, her eyes fell on the picture, and for a moment, she was shocked to feel that the girl in the picture was a portrayal of herself.