The dark sky, the dark ground, the dark surroundings, everything is black. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Wang Yonghuan's thoughts are completely in a dark space, the surroundings are silent and solidified, without any fluctuations and air, he wants to shout but can't make a sound, wants to move but can't move, his limbs and body are all stiff, as if he was under general anesthesia.

A series of emotions such as desolation, fear, shock, and darkness filled Wang Yonghuan's whole body like a full liquid, radiating to every skin, every muscle, and every cell. Trembling and chaotic thoughts, drifting in the dark and dark space, wandering, like a ghost without support, drifted around.

"Is this the black hole in the legend?" Wang Yonghuan's consciousness was turning vaguely.

In the black hole, Wang Yonghuan felt that he had been dreaming for a long time. In the dream, the fragments of my life and learning since I was three years old are constantly being replayed, just like a TV series that can never be broadcast, episode after episode, scene after scene. His head, his brain, was so crowded with this dense and complex information that it was about to explode.

Unconsciously, he found that a little light slowly appeared in the farthest part of the black hole, like a star flying from the depths of the universe, getting closer and brighter. The faint warm light, just like a loving mother, calling her son who travels far away with family affection, gently and warmly echoes Wang Yonghuan's thoughts.

The light continued to magnify, the image continued to be clear, and Wang Yonghuan's thoughts were like a small fish in the water, gradually swimming and drifting. Little by little, little by little, warm and warm into the light, it is like returning to the warm embrace of a loving mother.

At the moment when all his thoughts entered the light, Wang Yonghuan suddenly shouted, is it shocked? Or is it a surprise? Or memories? His thoughts were out of his mind.

Then he snapped his eyes open, only to find that his head was rapidly slamming into a protruding corner.

The corner of the wall became bigger and bigger in Wang Yonghuan's eyes, and when it was magnified to the extreme. There was a loud bang, and the severe pain was like a surging tide, which suddenly submerged Wang Yonghuan.

"Damn, I'm unconscious again." At the moment of losing consciousness, Wang Yonghuan secretly cursed in his heart.

But this time Wang Yonghuan was not asleep, but was knocked unconscious, and he fainted with a solid bang. After more than ten minutes, in a weak moan, Wang Yonghuan slowly opened his eyes. Then he found himself on the wet ground, in a very strange pose, like a cooked prawn, with his head pressed down and his feet up, curled in the corner of a wall.

Next to him, there was an old "two-eight" bicycle that fell to the ground, "lying" next to him. To be honest, when Wang Yonghuan saw this bicycle for the first time, the first word was "miserable". There are no brake lines, no brake skins, and no top covers for the front and rear wheels, and the two pedals are only bare iron rods, like two popsicles that have been eaten milk ice, abruptly stunned in the air.

As for the original auxiliary facilities on the pedals, such as the leather of the pedals and the edges of the pedals, they are as clean as some people's wallets--- incomparably clean.

"Hey, how is this very similar to the car that didn't ring except the bell and everything when I first learned to ride a bicycle when I was in junior high school, what's going on, am I dreaming again?"

While he was thinking about this, Wang Yonghuan's head suddenly hurt, not only from the collision, but also from being squeezed by a lot of things such as "hula" and many memory fragments stuffed in.

Standing up against this piercing headache, Wang Yonghuan looked at the surrounding hospital walls and the bicycle that was lying on the ground, and he had a trance-like and psychedelic feeling. It's as if this fall has been going on for decades. I am obviously a fifteen-year-old boy, but why do I suddenly have a sense of vicissitudes and heaviness of an adult?

Looking at the clear sky without the slightest cloud, full of blue, as if it had been washed by water, Wang Yonghuan involuntarily muttered, "What a clear sky, I haven't seen it for many years?" ”

After speaking, Wang Yonghuan himself was taken aback, "No, I have lived on the farm since I was born, and the sky has always been so blue, so how can I feel so much?" ”

As soon as I thought of this problem, the severe headache came again, the pain that pierced the heart, like hundreds of steel needles pierced into his mind together, Wang Yonghuan, who was in pain, was excited, hurriedly pressed this strange thought, and pondered in his heart, "Forget it, I don't want to, it's time to go home for dinner." ”

Wang Yonghuan picked up the "car" lying on the ground and walked along the wall of the hospital towards his home. As he walked, he muttered, "This bicycle is really painful, I fell several times, especially this time I fell the worst, my head was dizzy, but fortunately, I finally learned to ride" Thinking of this, Wang Yonghuan's mood was like rain and the sky was clear, and he immediately became happy.

"Sunset, Xishan Hongxia Flying Soldier Shoots Target and Returns to the Battalion", a slip of tune and a change of tone changed the target return, accompanied by Wang Yonghuan happily went home. The original headache and upset were thrown out of the sky all at once, and the boy really didn't have a moment of sorrow.

Wang Yonghuan's home is close to the big wall of the farm workers' hospital, but his home is on the east side of the hospital, and the place where Wang Yonghuan hit his head just now is on the west side of the hospital.

Wang Yonghuan's house is a red brick house, which is called a section-level house on the farm, and only cadres who have reached the section level or above can apply. One building is two households, Wang Yonghuan's family is a household in the west, and a family surnamed Tan in the east, who is the chairman of the farm's trade union, and Wang Yonghuan calls him Uncle Tan.

In front of the house, there is a yard with an area of nearly 100 square meters, and some beans, eggplants and other daily vegetables are usually planted in summer. In front of the window of the house, there is a hand-pressed well, which is used to get water for cooking and watering the vegetables in the garden.

On the east side of the courtyard gate, Wang Yonghuan's family built a brick house of more than 20 square meters to raise cattle. Last year, Wang Yonghuan's father bought a cow and raised it to milk it and sell it for money to subsidize the family.

There is a chicken rack more than one meter high next to the cowshed, raising a rooster and more than 30 hens, Wang Yonghuan's family's eggs for a year, are contributed by these hens who bark all day long, not only enough for their own family to eat all year round, sometimes the surplus will be sold to earn some pocket money.

And Wang Yonghuan is the one who is responsible for picking up eggs, but this kid sometimes picks up eggs and picks them up at the neighbor's house. Whenever Wang Yonghuan's egg harvest increases, it is the season when the egg production of Uncle Tan's neighbor is reduced. As a result, Chairman Tan of the farm union often complained about his hen's poor ability to lay eggs, and he was so angry that he would catch one from time to time and kill the wine.

Whenever this happens, Wang Yonghuan is always very excited, and when he eats chicken, he always does not forget to encourage himself, and he must continue to carry forward the great cause of picking eggs and maintain the high yield of picking eggs.

A small kennel was built with red bricks next to the chicken coop, and the messenger of Wang Yonghuan's housekeeper "Three Points" was stationed here for a long time.

Three points is a white puppy that is more than 20 centimeters tall and 50 centimeters long. Every time Wang Yonghuan comes home, the first thing that greets him is "three o'clock".

As soon as Wang Yonghuan entered the courtyard gate, "three o'clock" immediately shook his head and ran over, circling around Wang Yonghuan, jumping and jumping as he turned, his little mouth opened and closed, and he kept making a cheerful cry of "woo".

Wang Yonghuan bent down and patted its little head, "Little three, why don't you grow old?" ”

"Bang bang", casually hit twice, "Go go, play by yourself." ”

Seeing that the master was not very willing to take care of it at three o'clock, he immediately sniffed Wang Yonghuan with his small black nose, and rubbed his trouser legs with his white velvet head, and jumped back with joy.

At three o'clock, in front of its nest, it once again began to play a game that it never got tired of--- chasing its own tail in circles. However, no matter how it turns forward, backward, or in circles, it will never bite its tail.

Three points may think that they are not fast enough, so they can't bite. So he worked harder and more diligently to speed up and bite his tail, and the final tragic result was that he was dizzy at three o'clock, and he staggered to the ground.

Whenever Wang Yonghuan saw three o'clock chasing his tail and biting it, he would stand there with relish, watching it spin in circles until three o'clock he dizzy and lay on the ground. But there are so many strange things happening to him today, and he hasn't figured out what is going on himself. So I didn't have the heart to watch the three-point performance. Hurry up and get ready to get into the house and get ready to continue thinking about the strange things.

When he entered the house, Wang Yonghuan saw his mother cooking in the kitchen, and as usual, he shouted "Mom, I'm back", and rushed to the back room at a very fast speed. But at the moment of shouting Mom, Wang Yonghuan suddenly felt a heartache in his heart, sour and painful, as if something that had been lost for a long time suddenly returned to his side, and tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.

When the mother heard her little son calling her, she replied casually, "Little San, why did you come?" Hurry up and wash your hands, and eat later."

Back in the back room, looking at the objects and furnishings in the house, Wang Yonghuan's heart felt so complicated, both familiar and unfamiliar, happy and painful at the same time, how could there be such a weird feeling?

The house layout of Wang Yonghuan's house is a typical farm architectural style. As soon as you come in, it is a small three-square-meter door, just like the small entrance hall in the city now.

Walking in from the door bucket is a small corridor, more than one meter wide and five or six meters long, leading straight to the end. On the right-hand side of the corridor are three rooms in sequence: the first is the kitchen, which is seven square meters in size.

The second room is called an outhouse, and it can be sixteen or seventeen square meters. A fire pit was built on the side of the window, enough for five or six people to sleep side by side. There are two wooden cabinets on the east side of the kang, which are said to be ten years older than Wang Yonghuan's age, and they are the kang cabinets that his parents played when they got married, which are used to hold some of the more valuable things of the Wang family, including Wang Yonghuan's favorite big white @ rabbit toffee when he was a child.