After running a few more steps, An Xiaoqi gritted his teeth and shook off the hands of the two brothers, the dampness and heat in the air fell straight down with beads of sweat, and dark clouds drifted in the sky in the distance, casting a shadow on his little face. An Xiaoqi smiled hard and said to the surprised two: "Two friends..... hey... Two brothers, I can't run anymore. In this way, I will admit it, you flash is, I promise not to confess you!"

The boss didn't expect him to stop suddenly, a stumbling and falling down, easy to stand still, suddenly heard him say this, he couldn't figure it out, and couldn't help asking: "Did you take the wrong medicine? Why do you seem to be a different person?" The second child blinked: "Just now the sheep went crazy, and suddenly he can speak Mandarin, boss, do you say that An Wa'er..."

The two looked at each other, and the word 'evil' popped up in their minds at the same time. They glanced at Xiao Qi with strange expressions, and they almost remembered the old grave they passed by when they came! Although there are many such old graves in the countryside, there are more legends of gods and ghosts, and the key is that now, there seems to be no other explanation, right? In the hot and humid weather, the two people with big brains were cold, the more they thought about it, the more scared they became, and they moved away without obeying the call, An Xiaoqi laughed secretly in his heart, and he didn't have time to make a grimace to scare the two, the two righteous men had already screamed, turned around and flew away at a speed close to Bolt, faster than they escaped at night.

Here, Lao Liu's family looked at the ruined land, and they were so distressed that they were almost speechless. His daughter-in-law and the old lady threw away their saddles and cursed a few dead children who had been petty and smuggled while cleaning up the corn that had been picked. was troubled by these three thieves for such a time, and the harvest of half an acre was gone. In August last year, there was a wild boar in the mountains, and a wild boar weighing more than 200 catties rushed out of the forest, and the damage caused was like this.

Lao Liu didn't even have the mood to scold, he sighed, and helped up the fallen plants, although it was ruined a lot, but the rest of the Bang Bang Bar can still be sold, some subsidies, but I have to eat a few less meats.

Another gust of wind blew, only cool for a moment, and then it was even hotter, Lao Liu looked up at the sky, on the other side of the foothills, he could vaguely see pieces of dark clouds, and he could hear bursts of thunder, and the movements in his hands involuntarily accelerated.

After cleaning up, I listened to the Suo Suo for a while, and the leaves not far from the side were scattered, and An Xiaoqi came out with a disgraced face.

The thief is so daring! Lao Liu, who didn't care about cleaning up the corn, the stick again, and first came to a night battle in the Bafang Tibetan stick style (although it couldn't be hidden at all), Lao Liu's daughter-in-law and the old lady also scolded and scolded and the flat pole to meet up, and surrounded An Xiaoqi, it seems that he is preparing to set up a stage play and let him sing the Tiger Prison Pass Sanying Battle Lu Bu.

Lao Liu held the stick and was thinking about where to start with this killing stick, but he didn't prevent An Xiaoqi from bending down and bowing to the three of them, and the stick couldn't be beaten if it was suspended.

"Uncle Liu, Aunt Liu, mother-in-law, I'm sorry, I'm hungry and dizzy, I broke your bread and caused you trouble, I'm sorry. ”

The old Liu's daughter-in-law and the old Liu's mother, who had been scolding, stopped talking, looking at this skinny young man with arms thinner than hemp rods, and when they wanted to speak, they were choked as if they didn't know what to say. Speaking of Lao Liu's mother, he also scolded when he didn't agree with him, and he fought all over the ten miles and eight towns and had few opponents, and his combat effectiveness was so strong that he was close to Zhuge Guoqiang, nicknamed the troll queen, this will also be completely stopped.

However, Lao Liu pulled An Xiaoqi to stand up straight, and pointed to the still messy handling scene in front of him: "An Wa'er, look at each of you, you have ruined a lot of things?

Lao Liu's daughter-in-law put the corn into her pocket in pain, and complained in her mouth: "You are a dead baby who fights to the death and has a short life, alas, we all know your situation here, eat a few if you eat a few, what are you doing with my bread stalk?"

Lao Liu's mother picked up a few corn that fell to the ground, stuffed them into An Xiaoqi's hands and torn trouser pockets, and fired again: "Death plague, if you don't study well since you were a child, you will grow up and go to prison! I tell you, An Wa'er, you have to learn well, don't wrap yourself with Wang Erwa and the others, stealing chickens and touching dogs all day long..."

Xiao Qi couldn't speak, he held the full corn, his heart was full of emotion, he would not be thirteen years old after all, but he with the soul of more than thirty years old, so he felt a lot more. Strange to say, although he had not experienced this scene at the time, he was more or less by his side, why didn't he find the location of these flashes at that time? After trying to escape from this place that was a nightmare for him, he didn't even think about it, let alone set foot in this place again.

Once a person gets older, he will ponder more things, and it just so happens that when he is in his thirties, he has seen more of the baptism of values in the future. After mixing in society for a long time, I have seen too little truth, goodness and beauty, and I almost doubt life, and I didn't expect that these beautiful things would appear anywhere, even around me.

The mountain village where I was born happens to be a national-level impoverished county, with poor mountains and poor soil and poor soil, and most of the land cannot be planted except drought-resistant corn and strong potatoes. According to certain value principles of later generations, the faster you escape, the better, and staying for a second longer is self-abuse! Xiao Qi of later generations recalled this period of history, and his heart was also full of coolness. But at this moment, his heart was hot, and even the corn in his hand was piping hot.

Because of the needs of work, An Xiaoqi's personality is sometimes like a philosopher who has experienced vicissitudes, and sometimes he is like a rough man who does not learn and has no skills, of course, in terms of his nature, he is still cold and hard, and the corn in his hand is too heavy in this poor village. He couldn't afford this love, and he didn't want to owe it to others, so Xiao Qi simply suggested to Lao Liu: "I'm so sorry for ruining so many of your things, I'll give you an IOU." Even if you can't afford it for the time being, you can let my dad...."

blurted out reflexively, but when it came to this, An Xiaoqi paused, he recalled the horror of being once dominated by his adoptive father! That person was the only evil in this simple village, the real guilty guy. He is the source of Xiao Qi's chill all along, and it is also the root of his reluctance to recall. When Lao Liu next to him heard this, he also said "ha", and his wife had already scolded: "Moti, you drunkard old man! He can't help you pay back! You will only be beaten more! And your dead ** old man can steal my chickens and ducks with his back foot after beating you with his front foot, and take them all to exchange for wine!"

Xiao Qi also recalled that in another time and space, he would be beaten severely tomorrow. Generally speaking, for the sake of education, he deserves to be beaten, but the reason why his adoptive father beat him was that he didn't help him steal a copy and let him use it in exchange for some wine money! In the end, Lao Liu couldn't see it and stopped him. This kind of pig and dog is not as good as the father, and there is no one. Xiao Qi's eyes narrowed as he thought.

"Well, call my name on that IOU, I'll definitely pay it back in the future!"

Lao Liu pushed him: "A few bud valleys, it's still a fart, it's thundering, it's going to rain hard, go home quickly!"

There were thunderstorms in the sky, and he was getting more and more anxious, and An Xiaoqi was not hypocritical; If he didn't eat, he would faint from hunger!

This is his hometown! The hometown in his memory! The mountains are heavy and the mountains are mountainous, and the boundless mountains, barren land, and simple villagers cannot be seen. Under the dark mountain road, Xiao Qi rushed along the mountain stream to his home in the depths of his memory, and from time to time the lightning streaked across the sky, reflecting his reflection in the water: dark and rough skin, thirsty and cracked lips, artemisia grass-like messy hair, dead branches and leaves that stuck to his body and hair. The figure walking between the mountain roads is not only thin, but also a layer of skin wrapped around bones! This image is more powerful than a zombie, and it is unlucky. If a discerning headhunter falls in love with him and takes him to the city where he lives in the future generations to beg, not to mention too much, the monthly salary of 30,000 or 40,000 yuan can be especially rested!

This is his thirteen-year-old self! An Xiaoqi heard a stomach full of water in his ears, and the sound of water in his stomach while walking couldn't even hide the thunder. I don't know why, but at this moment he suddenly wanted to laugh, so he looked up to the sky and laughed against the background of lightning and thunder, and after a while, he wiped a handful of rain or something else, and his steps became faster.

Nine out of ten people who are unsatisfactory in life in the world, who has experienced decades and can still have no regrets? That is, the richest man in the world, the supreme of a big country, doesn't there be a little regret in life that he wants to make up? Xiao Qi was reborn, and he has spent more than 20 years, even if he is depressed at this moment, how can he stop the fire in his chest!

Xiao Qi came up the mountain in the night. After not walking the mountain road for many years, he has been a little rusty, and he will inevitably stumble, not to mention the hole in the front of the cloth shoes under his feet, the back of the heel, and the sand and gravel between the grinding, scraping his flesh hurt. He gritted his teeth and tore off two more rags from the hem of his rugged clothes, and sat on the side of the road and wrapped his feet whole, which was much better. Naturally, it is inevitable that the body will be cooler.

All around is the chirping of insects, and the silence brings a hint of freshness. Although this mountain is deserted, after all, it is inhabited, and large carnivores have long been eaten by humans, so it is safe to be safe, Xiao Qi is not afraid of anything, but it is the road itself that makes him daunting. Xiaoqi's home is halfway up the mountain, the kind of small bungalow that can be seen from the bottom of the mountain and can be seen from the top of the mountain, with a farmer's earthen dam. A dirt road that cannot be driven by a motorcycle crosses from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and four or five rural adobe houses are erratically located on both sides of this dirt road, and from a distance they all look the same, except for the difference between the high and low, and the two are far apart.

Of course, in this big night with ghost weather, it is impossible to see clearly, and there is no light in these rooms, except for the sound of insects.

As I dragged my heavy steps to the door of the house, the oldest dregs in my memory turned over and merged with the scene in front of me: the low farmhouse bungalows, the dirty old earthen dams, the half-collapsed corners, the mottled traces of the dilapidated gate, and the red and black peach charms with only one or two words left on both sides of the door.

A few meters from the side of the farmhouse, neatly piled up with earth, a simple sheepfold was set up, covered with some torn linoleum cloth. As soon as a few half-grown sheep in the sheepfold saw An Xiaoqi, they let out affectionate shouts, making people's hearts soft, and the youngest one stepped on the gate and stood upright, and wanted to arch Xiaoqi with his head, eager to be tight, and he was hungry at a glance.

Xiao Qi reflexively picked up the wooden rake on the side of the wall, skillfully broke up the haystack, and spread it evenly in the stone trough, a few little sheep suddenly couldn't care about making love with An Xiaoqi, and lowered their heads to eat, but Xiao Qi was stunned.

"it! Lao Tzu came back from hard work just to feed the sheep and fall!"

** Looking at the sheepfold that he had built for several months, Xiao Qi smiled, looked at a few sheep that were eating well, he went to the water in the water tank outside the house to scoop up the sheep trough, shook his head, smiled again, and then walked outside the main house of the residents.

Through the crack in the door, a smell of bulk bad wine rushed out, An Xiaoqi covered his nose and looked through the crack in the door, there was a person lying on the square table in the hall, several empty bottles without labels were dumped on the wooden table, and a half-burned white wax stood in the corner of the wooden table, and the light was shining on the overturned stools on the ground.

An Xiaoqi hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand to push the door back, and at this moment, the person lying on the table trembled, suddenly jumped up, slapped the big slap a few times nervously, and roared angrily: "Qi Wa'er, I'll kill you... Dead J8 where....went, Lao Tzu's bud rice... Bud grain rice...."

He kicked away the stool he was sitting on, and moved it a few times, until he finally fell straight down as if he had pulled a bone, fell to the ground, and muttered to himself, "Don't bring it again..... Lao Tzu wants to eat sheep....eat sheep ....."

The little face twitched, An Xiaoqi skimmed him indifferently, his cold eyes turned between the wooden rake on the ground and the half-lit white candle, and some fierce thoughts ignited in his heart. Thinking of the man's red eyes, shaking like a stroke, he snorted coldly in his heart, withdrew his gaze from the two, and turned away.

Of course, when he was leaving, he opened the wooden gate of the sheepfold.