Chapter 15 Memories of the Long River
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Volume 2 The Past Is Like the Wind Chapter 15 Memories of the Long River/p
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The girl walked out of the alley. /p
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Perhaps she didn't know that more people died in the courtyards and rooftops on both sides of the alley. Maybe she knew, so she walked towards the white-haired boy. /p
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She didn't know whether it was resentment or emotion in her eyes. /p
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She stood still in front of the white-haired boy, looking up slightly at the boy's angular face. /p
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She was silent, as if she wasn't about to speak, only the whispering summer breeze told her everything: her past, her experiences, her present. /p
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As if there had been silence for a long time, the cracks at the corners of the girl's mouth were scabbed with blood, and the scorching sun dried the blood on her face until it turned into blood powder and fell down. /p
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The girl finally turned her head, turned around, and dragged her tired body in the direction of the City God Temple. /p
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The wine jar in the young man's hand has long since run out of wine, and his lips have long been chapped and unbearable. /p
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The tavern keeper didn't know when he woke up, and drank with a jar of wine, as if he never had enough to drink. /p
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Maybe he also has an unspeakable past like the girl, but he hides this past in wine, and only those who know wine can understand him. /p
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The boy entered the tavern, put the empty altar upside down on the table, and turned and walked out. /p
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He didn't know where he was going, or did he never know where he came from?/p
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I only heard a hoarse cry from the tavern, which was full of sadness. /p
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Crying and crying, the boy couldn't help but cry. /p
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The past is like honey, no matter how long it takes, as long as you think of it, your heart is warm. The past is like bitter wine, once you think of it, you will feel a dull pain. /p
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However, after all, the past is like the wind, and if it blows, it will never come back....../p
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To the east of the town, a large mansion collapsed here, and I don't know how long it has been falling, only one or two broken green tiles in the ruins prove the prominent identity of the former owner here. /p
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There was once a strange incident here, the people in the house disappeared overnight, no one knew where they went, only that all the latches of the house were upside down, and none of the things in the house were taken away, and all the people disappeared, as if the world had evaporated. /p
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Some people in the town said that the family had ascended to immortality and gone to heaven to be the free immortals, and some people said that the house was cursed and swallowed up all the people inside. /p
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But vicious rhetoric is always more acceptable than good rhetoric, so that for eleven years the mansion was deserted and unoccupied, so that it was crumbling in the sun and rain, and finally turned into ruins in a small earthquake......p
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Lone Dust stroked the rockery that had fallen out of the ruins. /p
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He clearly remembered that his sister couldn't climb this rockery at the beginning, and after being finally hugged down by the subordinate, she snuggled in her arms and cried all morning
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Deep memories take him to the past/p
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It was a sunny autumn afternoon, and two children were being carried by a tall man on a country road. Two children jumped and giggled, chasing the few butterflies in the field. The tall man looked at the two little children and smiled, and the smile was better than the afternoon sun. /p
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The wheat fragrance is bursting, the wheat waves are undulating, and the heaven and earth are the sound of autumn. /p
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The chased flower butterfly eventually fell into the weeds on the side of the road, like a withered autumn leaf. /p
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The little girl felt very sorry, and her mouth was about to cry. /p
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The little boy said childishly: "Yun'er don't cry, the flower butterfly will come back to life next summer, and I'll catch it with you when the time comes, okay?"
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The little girl nodded, held back her tears, and then was pulled by the little boy to jump in the golden world. /p
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It's just that they don't know that butterflies will never come back to life, just like good memories can only reside in their hearts forever and can't be returned. /p
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The countryside at night is also surprisingly beautiful, with the moon hanging in the blue sky, shining on a small pond in front of the house, and a new moon is born in the pond. Occasionally, a toad leaps into the pond and stirs the crescent moon to pieces. /p
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The sound of insects in the fields is no longer so much, and there are occasionally a few sounds, as if lamenting the ruthlessness of autumn and the shortness of life. /p
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There were also two little children in the room whispering about what a beautiful fairy sister lived on the moon. /p
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This night will be a night of good dreams, and it is this night that changes the lives of the two children....../p
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The next day, the autumn wind beats the withered yellow treetops, and the withered leaves fly and roll all over the sky, like a landscape painting. I don't know whether to praise a beautiful or sad one?/p
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Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, is it the sad autumn mood that infects people's hearts, or is the already lonely people's hearts misunderstanding the original meaning of autumn? /p
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In the middle of the day, the door of the house was still closed, and the tall man knelt in front of the door of the house, looking sad and silent for a long time. The two little boys looked at the man and wept. /p
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Towards dusk, the tall man stood up, turned around and left alone with a dejected expression. /p
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But left two children to taste the bitterness of the world/p
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In the cold winter, the thin and shabby linen clothes could not cover the biting cold wind. /p
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In a city not far from home, two children huddled in the corner at the end of a dead end. The scrawny boy hugged the girl tightly and pressed his chest close to the girl's body, bringing her a touch of warmth. /p
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A scrawny stray dog lingered at the mouth of the alley, refusing to leave, its long scarlet tongue licking the saliva hanging from the corners of its mouth from time to time, and the hint of human ill-will in its eyes revealed its purpose. /p
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The boy couldn't help but glance at the stray dog at the entrance of the alley out of the corner of his eyes, and the fingers holding the girl trembled and trembled. /p
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The girl closed her eyes tightly, as if afraid to look at the next scene. /p
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The boy rushed out, and the blood surging all over his body rushed straight to his head, blocking the cold wind like a knife out of his body, and the fierce light in his eyes was not much weaker than that of the stray dog. And his mouth was constantly secreting saliva, which he swallowed one after another. /p
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The fierce light in the eyes of the stray dog instantly exploded, and the mouth no longer secreted saliva, but grinned and let out a low roar, rushing towards the boy. /p
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The girl cowered in the corner covered her ears and closed her eyes, tears welling up from the corners of her eyes. She breathed deeply, but the breath was choppy from the extreme tension. /p
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During the run, the boy quickly took off his worn coat, which could be worn as a waistcoat, wrapped it into a ball, and carried it in his left hand, naked. /p
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The boy and the stray dog met!/p
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The boy coldly threw up the clothes wrapped in a ball in his left hand, and the stray dog stood up and bit the clothes with all his might. /p
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Then the boy let out a roar of rage, and his right foot, which had already formed a lunge, kicked the chest of the stray dog that was close at hand with the greatest force of his life. /p
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The stray dog whimpered twice as if it had been hit by a hammer, and fell to the ground spasming in pain, with bright red blood overflowing from its mouth and nose, exuding steaming heat. /p
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The boy sat on his knees, then lay down on the ground and breathed heavily, the crisp air irritating his burning nose and mouth, bringing a subtle tingling pain. /p
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The cold ground quickly cooled the hot blood in the body, bringing a burst of extremely sleepy drowsiness and dizziness. /p
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The girl was already at the end of the alley, crying out in her voice, which had long been hoarse from the cold, and rushed towards the boy. /p
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The sleepy boy heard the cry and forcibly pulled himself out of his comatose state. /p
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"I can't sleep, I can't, or Yun'a will be bullied in the future!"
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The thought flashed, and the boy sat up with a low roar of strength, and the cold wind stimulated his bare chest, forcing him to breathe heavily. Gradually, his breath stabilized, and his head became clear. /p
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He turned his head and looked at the girl who was crying and running, and showed a smile like a spring day, as if the alley in the cold winter was no longer so cold. /p
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The girl threw herself into his arms, her body trembling. The boy kissed her on the forehead and held her tightly in his arms, as if he would disappear as soon as he let go. /p
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Then he turned to look at the dead dog and said silently, "Don't be hungry tonight." ”/p
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Maybe this is the fullest they eat in the year, or maybe it is also the best time to eat, even if they look back now, they will feel that the dog meat roasted on the fire rack in the middle of winter is the best. /p
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Yes, good memories will still make people feel full of joy and warmth no matter how many years later. /p
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It's like the burning charcoal that was stolen from the chestnuts on the street when roasting dog meat, and even now, you will feel the burning smell of that charcoal blowing in your face. /p
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Maybe the boy knew, or maybe he didn't, that the charcoal was deliberately thrown on the ground by roasting chestnuts. /p
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People's hearts are always warm, just like the coals, he only warms one person, but he lets that person spend his whole life to warm everyone he meets. /p
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If everyone made that coal, why fear the cold of this deep winter?/p
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If people's hearts are like that cold winter, even if they are in the hot summer, they will feel cold to the bone. /p