In just a few days, everything seemed to have changed, making Jian Xingdao a little at a loss.

However, what he didn't expect was that when he returned to his homeland, the cruel reality gave him a heavy blow again, and the second and third uncles led their families and blocked the door of the house, preventing themselves from entering the house.

The second uncle crossed his waist and said: "This house was built by the three of us collectively funded the old man, according to the agreement, the old man will sell the house after his death, but the eldest brother failed to do business, and the real estate in the city was reduced in debt, and the third brother and I saw that he had no place to stay, so we temporarily agreed to let your family of three live temporarily, and now you want to set up a mourning hall here?

The third aunt also helped, "That's right, now we will take back the house and sell it! The eldest brother has lived for more than a year, even if he offsets the part of the money that was invested in the beginning." ”

"Yes, there is no need to hold a funeral, don't say that the second aunt doesn't take care of you, give you the iron catalpa, dig a pit directly in the back mountain, and let the eldest brother and sister-in-law enter the ground." ”

“......”

Jian Xingdao didn't listen to the latter words at all, he felt that it was unnecessary, and left with the cardboard box, without asking for the shovel handed out by the second aunt.

He knew that the reason why the second and third uncles were in such a hurry to take back the house was nothing more than the IOU in the house.

It's for the money again!

"Whew-"

As soon as I stepped on the back mountain, the wind rose, a black cloud flew in, and heavy rain came in an instant.

The cold rain hit his body, making his already cold heart even colder.

When I came to the ancestral grave, I found a bamboo that had been blown down. Breaking off the side branches, Jian Xingdao dug up on the ground.

The ground is very hard, it is not easy to dig, even if it rains heavily, it is not soft and hard, the soil is not soft, dry and hard, the hand is scratched, and the blood drips down the bamboo pole to the ground, Jian Xingdao seems to be unconscious.

The soil pit slowly became larger, the perception of the hands was also dissipating, the green bamboo swayed, as if to shield the descendants of this mountain from some wind and rain, but unfortunately the rain was too heavy, the bamboo leaves fell, covering the eyes, raising his hand to wipe, the movement did not stop, the yellow mud was soaked in blood, leaving a trace on the face.

......

Carefully remove the two jars of ashes from the rain-soaked cardboard boxes, place them in the soil pit, pick up the soil with both hands, and fill the pit.

The faces of my parents came to mind.

"When your mother and I die, we don't need to buy a cemetery in the city, just dig a pit in the bamboo forest in the back mountain, bury the ashes of the two of us together, and don't need to erect a monument, pick up a bamboo, stand in front of the grave, and engrave the words. “

Fill in the soil, pile up a small grave, step on the bamboo used to dig the pit just now, stand in front of the small tomb, take out a corner mirror from the backpack next to it, and Jian Xingdao carved a line of words - first parents, Jian Zhihong, Yang Muzhi's tomb.

The words were a little distorted, but they could be clearly recognized, and the handwriting was deeply engraved, and after the engraving, Jian Xingdao's hand had become bloody.

Throw the used mirror aside, it was a relic left by the second grandfather to his father, but he didn't care, and even his heart was full of resentment, if it wasn't for the second grandfather's bullshit will, his parents would not have gone abroad, and he would not have died if he didn't go abroad, so for this relic, Jian Xingdao disdained, and now that the inscription is engraved, it has completed its final mission and can be discarded.

He got up and threw the mirror out hard, and without looking at it, he knelt down and kowtowed three times.

Unbeknownst to him, the bloodstained mirror in the corner slowly faded in the air after being thrown out, and disappeared before it hit the ground.

......

Jian Xingdao didn't know what to do next, and where to go when he was alone. When he came to his senses again, he had already arrived in Koto City.

I vaguely remember going to the station after going down the mountain, and I remember the panic when the passengers saw the blood on their bodies.

The rain didn't stop, it was still falling, Jian Xingdao felt so sleepy, he really wanted to sleep, and then in a dim alley, he fell headlong and fainted.

It was like having a long nightmare, and then I felt someone patting my cheek, it was warm, and I didn't want to wake up, but my eyes slowly opened.

I saw a bloody mouth, two rows of sharp teeth flashing cold, pink tongues dangling in front of my eyes, and my cheeks wet.

I didn't feel sleepy, and I was in a cold sweat on my back.

The body reacted, rolled twice, leaned against the wall, and found that there was a big yellow and white dog in front of him, which looked like a stray dog, lying next to the ground he was lying on the ground just now.

Xu was frightened by his own movements, and the big dog was also startled, took two steps back, and then revealed three small milk dogs that had just opened their eyes.

"The feeling of warmth just now was because the big dog was next to me?"

One person and one dog confronted each other, and the three little milk dogs looked here and there, and finally ran to Jian Xingdao's side with their little short legs, whining and crawling on him.

The rain has stopped, but the ground is still wet, and the head is still drowsy, no, I must get up, my parents' revenge has not yet been avenged.

But his body was limp, he had no strength, and his throat was so dry that it burned like fire.

The big dog saw that he didn't move, tilted his head and looked at it for a while, ran away, and not long after, he ran back with a plastic bag in his mouth, and he could still hear the sound of scolding in the distance, but the big dog walked a little weird, and his hind legs seemed to be injured.

"Did you get beaten?"

After the big dog ran back, he came to Jian Xingdao, put the plastic bag in his mouth in front of him, and then limped to the base of the opposite wall, lying on the ground and licking his hind legs.

Inside the plastic bag was a bun that had been bitten, which should have been thrown away by someone who hadn't eaten it.

"Dogs are stronger than people~" sighed with a smile, Jian Xingdao picked up the plastic bag and threw it to the big dog, no matter how depressed he was, he still had the money to eat, and no matter how he said it, it was impossible to eat what was thrown away in the garbage heap, "Man, let's eat, I have food in my bag." ”

Then he froze, where was the shadow of the backpack, only a familiar wallet was thrown aside, and no matter how stupid he was, he knew what had happened to him at this moment.

"This, the ...... of the real TM"

Apart from these words, I can't think of anything else to express my feelings at the moment.

I have encountered all kinds of bad luck.

I wanted to take my wallet, but I found it difficult to move, and the strength on my body seemed to be drained, and I wanted to call for help, and I opened my mouth, and the sound was as thin as a mosquito.

"I don't really want to die here~"

He was really scared, and his parents' revenge had not yet been avenged.

At this moment, the big dog stood up and limped down the bitten bun and pushed it to him with his nose.

Just a moment of hesitation, he picked up the bun and stuffed it into his mouth, this alley is not big, in the middle of two old buildings, except for a pile of garbage and debris, there is nothing else, the sun is already out outside, it is still dark here, except for the thief, it seems that no one will patronize, eat the bun, the strength of the body finally recovered a little, but still very tired, want to sleep.

"Forget it, let's take a break and recuperate. ”

In this way, leaning against the wall, Jian Xingdao closed his eyes.

As soon as he closed his eyes, a furry body burrowed under his arm, it was the big dog, although the smell on his body was not good, but it was very warm, Jian Xingdao hugged each other's body with both hands, feeling very comfortable, and he fell asleep amid the barking of the three little milk dogs.