More than ten years ago, when I was a teenager, I was still in school in G City. I suddenly had some impressions, Shen Shikang, Shen Nuo, Shen Cheng, I seem to have known each other a long, long time ago. But these memories are very vague, and in my impression, it seems that there is really a pair of Shen brothers and sisters, and there is really a person called Uncle Shen.

But my intuition told me that I didn't know Shen Cheng and Shen Nuo, at least more than ten years ago, I didn't know them at all. This kind of intuition is very strong, and it is somewhat abnormal for a person with memory loss to have such a strong intuition. However, one voice after another in my heart told me that more than ten years ago, I definitely didn't know Shen Cheng and Shen Nuo!

It was as if I had experienced that fire myself.

There was a fire all around, and I knew it was my delusion, but I didn't want to get out of it. Because these are all those broken memories that I lost. However, all of a sudden, the fire disappeared without a trace. I was slightly stunned, and when I looked around, this was no longer an ancestral hall, but the hometown of G City.

The brain is indeed the most amazing organ of the human body, and it takes me back to a long time ago, and I am deeply immersed in my own memories, as if it were all real. I faintly heard the voices of Shen Cheng and Jiang Jun in my ears, but I actively wanted to ignore their voices.

Soon, their voices were drowned out by the sound of wood being chopped one after another. I looked through the thick walls of my old house and saw me and my father in the carpentry room. As a teenager, I was already very tall, and I was standing in the carpentry room, watching my father cut wood.

His father's hair covered his forehead, and he lowered his head as he took his tools and sharpened the wood, as if thinking about something. I called my father many times, but he didn't answer. He was too obsessed, but it was obvious that his father's obsession was not because of the carpentry in his hands.

The room was filled with a strong smell of wood, which had accompanied me for more than ten years. Growing up, my favorite smell was this smell, and I remember my father always smelling of wood. Sometimes, my mother would complain that my father didn't wash the smell of wood off his body.

But in my heart, that smell represents my father. As a young man, I stood at the door of the carpentry room, watching carefully at my father's slashing of wood with one knife after another. I didn't call my father again, because I was also lost in thought. But I can't remember what I was thinking at the time.

I have no impression of how long the contemplation of the father and son lasted for me. All I remember is that my father's hand was cut by the knife in his hand. My father and I both came out of our contemplation at this time, and my father put down the knife in his hand, and he did not panic or show any pain, but took the cloth on the side and wrapped it around his torn hand.

It seems that for my father, bleeding is just a normal thing.

It was also at this time that my father found me standing at the door. He frowned and asked when I was back. I replied to my father that I had been back for a while. My father turned his head to look out the window, and then realized that it was getting dark and it was time for school to end. He sighed, but immediately a smile appeared on his face, and he led me out of the carpentry room.

My mother had already cooked the meal, and the smell of the hot rice made me feel no satisfaction. I feel like I've become two people, one is the one I remember and the other is who I am now, and I can feel both of my feelings. In my memory, I laughed and picked up vegetables for my parents, but now I know that this is just a memory.

My heart is extremely bitter, my mother is dead, and my father has already become a figure I don't want to mention.

At the dinner table, I was the only one laughing. The mother had a sad face, she kept staring at her father, and the father kept making a relieved expression to the mother. My father would laugh, but that smile didn't seem to come from the heart. At the dinner table, I suddenly put down the dishes and chopsticks in my hand.

I walked into the room. I had a vague feeling that I had realized something, because when I got to the room, I put my ear to the door and listened to the conversation between my father and mother. The voice was small, but I still captured a few words in my memory.

"Do you really have to do this?" This sentence was said by my mother. Her tone was full of worry.

"It's decided, I'll give you a stable home." My father replied to my mother like this, and his tone was full of determination.

"Does he have to die?" Mother asked.

Father: "Yes." He has brought us evil, and if we are betrayed, we must bear the consequences of our betrayal. ”

It was dark, I didn't fall asleep, I leaned against the door of my room, listening carefully to the movement outside. At midnight, there was movement outside, and when I heard the door shut, I opened the door and quietly followed. The night was blank and the winter night was cold, and my father, dressed in thin clothes, strode in the direction of the city.

Father got into a car. This suburban town is closely connected to the city, and it is convenient to rent a car and hail a taxi at night. When my father drove away in the rented car, I knocked on the door, called a driver, and followed him to the city. I saw me sitting in the car, staring apprehensively into the night outside the window.

The cold wind made me shiver, and after more than an hour, the car stopped. Several times, I almost lost my father. My father walked very fast, and I followed him from a distance, and after a long time, he finally walked into an old street. This old street is very familiar, not only I feel familiar now, but I also feel familiar in my memory.

The home of the Shen brothers and sisters is here.

That strange feeling came to my heart again, Shen Shikang's family, I really seem to have known each other for a long time, but Shen Cheng and Shen Nuo, I feel that at that time, I didn't know them. I felt like my head was bleeding, and my memories were getting more blurry.

I don't know what's going on, but the picture flashes, and I suddenly enter an old-fashioned wooden house. The door wasn't closed, there was no one around, and I quietly walked in. Faintly, I heard some voices, as if a woman was crying, and as if someone was talking.

My whole body was shaking, and as a teenager, my mind was far less mature than it is now. I walked slowly towards the wooden staircase, leaning over the top of the staircase, and I finally heard clearly. Someone is begging for mercy, it's a woman.

"Resolutely, please let us go." The woman's name was her father's. She seems to be Shen Shikang's wife.

The father's voice also sounded: "You have violated my bottom line, I just want to live in peace, I don't allow anyone to hurt my family." ”

"Needless to say, you kill us, and then set fire here, the fire will not spread, and no one will find out that you did it." Another man's voice rang out.

After ten seconds of silence, the room suddenly became brighter, and a wave of heat rushed towards me. Lying on my stomach at the entrance of the stairs, I ran downstairs in panic, and the screams rang out, and my footsteps were muffled by the screams. The fire burned out very quickly, and I could smell the gasoline.

When I ran downstairs, the fire was already raging, but my father hadn't come down yet. Tears rolled down my eyes, and just as I was in a hurry, a slender figure came out of the fire. When he saw me outside the door, he froze, and then he walked up to me and tried to touch my shoulder.

But I slapped his hand away. I ran forward, and when I ran out of the street, the Shen family's old house was already on fire. There were children crying, women screaming, and the voices came from the old house. There were more and more people on the streets, and many of them rushed to the streets for fear of the fire reaching their homes.

Someone called the police, and I stood in the crowd and stared at the fire that was getting bigger and bigger, but no matter how it burned, it didn't spread widely.