At the entrance of Zhoujia Village, a young woman stands in the wind, looking at the river under the stone bridge, the river is turbulent, and it is now the period of rising water.

This stone bridge has stood here since she was a child, and it is the only way to enter the village, like an ancient beast, crouching here for a long time, watching the village's every move, obscurity and honor.

He!

It's gone.

Leave or not, what is there to stay in this village, it will only add to the troubles.

After many years, although I have been here once, this time I have come with a different meaning and a completely different mood.

Of course, the purpose is not the same.

It's still early, it's early in the morning, and most people have just gotten up. The noodle stall in the distance was busy, the pot water was slowly boiling, and the clear soup was ready. Just wait for someone to buy noodles.

Chu Mengdie walked towards the noodle stall.

Until she stood in front of the stall.

The proprietress raised her head and asked earnestly, "What kind of noodles do you want?" ”

The proprietress was sure she hadn't seen the man.

"Bring me a bowl of vegetarian noodle soup. Do not green onions. ”

"Okay!" The proprietress began to dust the noodles with chopsticks and put them in the pot.

Taking advantage of the fact that the proprietress was busy, Chu Mengdie began to take out a packet of powder from her pocket, a white powder, which looked like flour.

Ingredients such as soy sauce, vinegar, monosodium glutamate, and minced garlic are placed on the table in small bowls.

As long as you melt this bag of powder into soy sauce or vinegar, as long as the villagers who have eaten noodles here, they may not survive tomorrow.

This is the reason and purpose for Chu Mengdie to come here. This village is already a heinous crime, and the villagers are unforgivable. Let it be covered with the shadow of the Yellow Spring from now on. This is where they deserve. I can't blame her, she has already turned into a wicked girl, and she is no longer the soft-hearted little girl. All of this started here, and it should end here.

Just when Chu Mengdie was about to succeed, a person suddenly appeared nearby, and that person shouted her name.

"Chu ...... Dream Butterfly! ”

When Mengdie returned, she saw a person smiling at her, and quickly walked over, and she had to hide the bag of white powder back in her pocket. And politely said to the visitor: "Hello." ”

The person who came was Xin Xiaoqi, and she was the one who recruited her to the troupe in the first place, although it was a temporary troupe. Since then, Xin Xiaoqi has also lost contact with her, and the phone cannot be dialed.

"Why are you here all of a sudden?! Is the previous number not used? Xin Xiaoqi began to ask his own questions. It was also for someone to bring it up.

"Come and have a look." Chu Mengdie replied with a reluctant smile.

"See what?" Xin Xiaoqi was also very curious, why did this person suddenly disappear and suddenly appear again, without saying goodbye when he left, and without saying a word when he came. I feel like a ghost, a ghost walking in the world.

What to see?

This made Chu Mengdie speechless for a while, how could she say it?

So instead of speaking, she let silence take its place.

"By the way, someone was looking for you the other day, I don't know if you know? It seems like...... He seems to say he might know you. ”

"Oh?" Chu Mengdie pretended to be surprised, "Someone is looking for 'me'?!" Who the hell is it? Why look for me? ”

"I don't actually know this, his name is Xiao Fan, I don't know if you've heard of it?"

Xiao ...... Every? ”

"yes, yes, do you remember?" Xin Xiaoqi thought there was a play.

But after a while, Chu Mengdie said, "It seems that I don't know it." ”

Xin Xiaoqi's anticipation was instantly extinguished, "How come, think about it again!?" ”

Chu Mengdie shook her head and said, "I really haven't seen it, and I don't know it." ”

“…… All right. Xin Xiaoqi couldn't help but be disappointed.

originally wanted to do something for Xiao Fan, but it seemed that there was no chance.

How did she meet Xiao Fan? Chu Mengdie wanted to ask this sentence, but she couldn't. So she didn't talk about it anymore, this person.

"You don't seem to be here, are you?" Chu Mengdie knew that Xin Xiaoqi had just returned from the city.

"yes, come back and rest for a while, and then go out."

"What are your plans for the future?"

"Look, maybe I'll go singing." Xin Xiaoqi said with a smile, with a bit of banter in his smile.

"Hmm. Looking forward to hearing your voice again one day. Chu Mengdie also encouraged the other party.

"I hope you'll come back to sing then."

Chu Mengdie smiled, but she had a bleak smile. When the time comes, will there still be a time?

After Xin Xiaoqi left, there were more and more people at this small noodle stall, and there was an endless stream of people who came to eat noodles. Seeing that I can't do it again, I can only wait for the next opportunity.

This woman named Xin Xiaoqi is really a trouble.

……

The weather was hazy and a little cold.

Xiao Fan came alone to a secluded place located in the suburbs. This is a cemetery, the graves of the dead in this city, most of them have traveled in this city, whether they were in the past, whether you are a hawker or a wealthy merchant, whether you are a worker or a white-collar worker, now they are sleeping in this place, and it looks no different.

Because it is not the Qingming season, there are very few vehicles on the road here, and few pedestrians are seen. Only Xiao Fan's lonely figure walked on the road.

But then again, the environment is okay, with neat vegetation and the sound of birds chirping from time to time. And the air is exceptionally fresh, without the slightest feeling of impurities. Although it was a haze day, it was like a rain and mist forest, and Xiao Fan couldn't help but take two breaths of air greedily.

After walking through a few silent roads, Xiao Fan finally came to a new cemetery. The tomb reads: Aiko Xia Rufeng, died on September 17, 2016.

There are still flowers on the tombstones, but the flowers have withered, and someone must have been here recently. Most likely his mother.

Xiao Fan also held a bouquet of flowers, he picked up the withered flowers, and then put the flowers he brought on the tombstone.

Looking at the avatar on the tombstone, this avatar is so young, and with a bright smile, and the character of Rufeng, it is a comfortable expression that everyone can feel from the bottom of their hearts when they see it. He has always been an optimist, he has never been depressed about life, and his face is full of enthusiasm, which belongs to the type that no one would have thought that he would commit suicide.

However, the most unlikely people have done the most impossible things. Stupid thing like that.

"What kind of mood do you have in order to deal with this kind of thing?" Xiao Fan stood in front of his best friend's tombstone and said, "Or is there another reason for your death?" Was it killed by that woman? ”

Everything is like a mystery, puzzling and incomprehensible. There is no trace.

Although he knew the cause and effect of all this, he still had a deep sense of powerlessness. What else can I do? What else can be stopped?