But the times are different.

The melon field is still on the sand on the coast, and the dark green rattan canes can't tell which one grows and which one touches the ground.

It's a small town in the distance, I can't call its name, I just think that I may have seen it somewhere, but when I think about it carefully, I haven't seen it either.

Maybe it knows me, right?

I remembered the compass again, it wasn't that she gave me a dream for unwarranted resentment, but it wasn't worth it.

I have always worshiped ghosts and gods, but I don't believe in her as a living person...... It's just a greedy one, how can it not be such a spell.

But it is so, I saw the earth coming back from the field, but he should not have lived here.

He has his ancestral home, which he has never left for generations...... If I could leave, I guess it wouldn't have been like that when we met.

Someone in the town greeted him, and he walked by like this, with his hand hidden in his sleeve, and the street vendors spread rumors about what they were saying, which I could not understand.

When I was dealing with Westerners in the early years, I occasionally heard a few dialects (I don't know if it was a dialect or what, but I talked to the other party in a few words, and I said it once, so I can't remember it too clearly. This intonation is eight points similar.

But why would the people in the town say this, I think it's a dream.

He walked in a hurry, and he didn't talk to others, for fear of seeing a ghost—I remember that his habit of being afraid of life was already good, right? Maybe not, two or three inches of my hometown is not much bigger than the four corners of the sky, and there are only those people coming and going.

But I was startled when I saw the officials on the street.

They roamed the streets, still carrying the bad habits of the old era, and their coats were full of paintings of birds and beasts, and the water prints were different from the relics brought by my old friends a few years ago, like a flood.

I saw that he was carrying a birdcage in his hand, and in the cage was half a strange-looking bird, or bat, but there were other shadows, and I couldn't tell the difference.

Runtu passed by these people, and I heard them discussing:

"A few more from outside."

"All in containers, right?"

Then the voices faded away, and the two of them walked to a place where they couldn't hear clearly.

But I saw what they were holding behind me again.

Although I grew up studying, I haven't seen many wild things in the countryside - although I have also seen old insects (the names are different in different places, we call them old insects, and they are called rats when we arrive in Beiping. But I didn't see such a big one.

Since I was a child, I have heard a lot, and what I talk about with others is that there are few rats in the countryside, and there is no surplus food overnight, and people can't feed them, let alone old worms.

But this is to break my understanding, I didn't know before, I only know that the family hated this old worm, stole rice, gnawed the pole in the field, spoiled next year's harvest, the family's wooden tools are also inevitable, even if it is a leap soil, I have also talked to me about the melon in the melon field that was bitten by the old worm.

"Ru stole the melon, there is only one, and the rest of the melons will be stolen, the old worm is different, the melon field targeted by the old worm is the seedling."

Then he said that a melon field was hit by seedlings, and a few melons were gnawed, and the palm-sized melons were bitten off the vines, and they could not be saved.

So I don't have a good impression of old insects, and I can't believe that the people in this place actually raise insects.

Even the crowded markets are comparing with each other to see who has the biggest old worm and the smartest look, ah-that's the richest family, that's the example for everyone.

But I can clearly see that the faces of those old insects are full of human faces.

Xu Dang is glad that this is in a dream, and I can't doubt the inferiority of the Chinese people, so what is my brother Runtu?

I probably knew the root of his family's fear of life that had been passed down for generations, and I could understand why we could only play when we were young.

Probably he was the one who lived in this town, or maybe the figure he saw me was just an illusion of mine, and when I was far away, I could only look at the specious skin, and then recall the past.

I followed him into a hotel with a different layout than other places, with a large curved ruler-shaped counter on the street, and hot water was prepared in the cabinet, so that the wine could be warmed at any time.

I thought he was here for a drink, and I watched him pull out four pennies—I remember not using copper coins anymore.

He bought a stack of kelp, and then the shopkeeper told him:

"Transporting water, the price of goods is not as good as before."

I know about the price of goods, the city grows fast, and the countryside grows with it, but I don't know that copper plates are still used for settlement in this rural place.

I also know the name of Yunshui, he is the leap earth, the most real leap earth, I don't know if I am in a dream or awake, these familiar things, but indeed forgotten things always pierce one of my nerves.

It's just a miss.

I saw him take out two more copper plates, and bargained with the shopkeeper, "Then add two more...... The shopkeeper evens me some algae. ”

In the end, he took the disc and sat down, and the people next to him teased him again.

"Carry water, your land is gone, why don't you go to the sea?"

He smiled shyly again, and his eyes did not dare to look at others.

I fell into melancholy again, and his field was gone? But when I was in my hometown, he didn't mention it to me, and I didn't know that we had been separated like this all these years.

But I think he wouldn't say it, but I didn't ask, so I don't know if the inferiority in my bones came out again, nailing my vague thoughts to meanness.

The people around him began to heckle again, saying that Yunshui had paid back two-thirds of the money he owed at the beginning, and that he would ask him for interest.

He nodded and said next time, next time, with the look of disdain on his face - it was no different from the flattery I had seen on the face of the old worm before, but I felt that my idea was wrong.

The hecklers made a fuss again—some inconsequential people who had nothing to do with the matter followed in again, and the fuss became louder, and his table was full of people again.

I watched as someone stole a snack he ordered, and he didn't stop him, letting those people reach out.

Bring.

It was a farce, and when someone started it, the people behind him couldn't wait, and I saw his things being taken away in the same way, and their eyes flashed with the fierce light of a beast, and their outstretched hands seemed to pluck a piece of carrion from a dying man, which was sad.

I don't know how many people were wearing human skins, and I don't know how many others didn't even want a human skin, so I watched these people do nothing, and I felt like a brute.

The shopkeeper liked to watch the excitement, but he couldn't resist the excitement happening in his own shop, which affected the solicitation of customers, so he stopped - I couldn't help but speculate with malice whether he would add two barrels of oil to the fire if the visitors were happy to see the farce.

But that's just the way it is.

He slapped the desk twice, waited until the store was quiet, and then swept the audience with his hook-like eyes, and finally said to Yunshui:

"Carrying water, the hour is running out! Hurry up! ”

Yunshui also accepted his wishes, and rushed to the front of the shopkeeper in a panic, and took the steel fork handed from the bottom.

Everyone was startled, and the silence was also a long-lost silence, and they were afraid that the water would pick up the steel fork and poke it at them.

But he picked up the steel fork and ran to the place where he had entered.

I unconsciously had anticipation again.

He has grown up, and he doesn't know if it's the same as he once was.

I watched him walk out of the town, watched his figure disappear into the streets and alleys with the sign "Luzhen", and when I wanted to follow him, I never woke up from a dream.