When Man Jianghong opened his eyes again, he found himself standing by the pond behind a thatched hut.

The light veil-like mist shrouded the fields, and not far away, a column of people walked on the ridges, and the shadows were full of shadows.

The dew on the grass has not dried, and it looks more and more green and tender. The little red flower drooped slightly, like a shy little girl. From time to time the field resounded the sad chirping of a partridge, far and near, but it did not fly.

Presumably alarmed by the sound of footsteps, a cauliflower snake slipped into the pond and swam gracefully. A frog on the duckweed was frightened, croaked and jumped three times, squatting on the edge of a large lotus leaf and watching vigilantly.

The mirror-like surface of the water rippled, as if a world had been shattered. I can vaguely see a young man in the water holding an almost translucent shrimp with a body, looking blankly at the field, and a big yellow dog like a lion lies under the eaves behind him.

The man walked briskly across the pond. When encountering large weeds, they do not go around, and jump over directly, for fear of wet shoes and trouser corners with dew.

The young man in the lead was tall and burly, waved his arm, showed a mouthful of neat white teeth, and smiled at the young man across the pond.

"Brother Jiang, how many of you are going to play with me?"

The boy was silent.

Another young man in the queue hurriedly dissuaded him.

"Brother Niu, don't shout. If Granny May had known that we had taken him so far, she would have been very annoyed. ”

At the end of the line hung a little fat man and a little thin man.

The little thin man looked at the hut as he walked, and he didn't pay attention to what he stepped on, and put his foot into the grass to scrape the soles of his shoes desperately, and shouted "bad luck" in his mouth.

The little fat man behind him had no choice but to stop, and put his fleshy palms into a trumpet shape and shouted to the young man, "Boss, come over quickly." Let's go to Xiaohekou to compete and recruit relatives, how much fun......"

The big bull turned his head and warned: "Meat floss, don't fart around." ”

Someone in the middle of the team immediately quipped, "Haha, don't admit it." As soon as you see Cuicui's face, it is as red as Guan Gong, and her legs are shaking like sifting chaff......"

As soon as the topic was opened, someone immediately jumped out and added fuel to the fire.

"Their village lost the last competition, so if they send Cuicui to play this time, it will be troublesome. If she beats me, I won't dare to fight back. If he hurts her, on the way back, Brother Niu is afraid that he will press me into the cotton field and beat me violently......"

Da Niu laughed and scolded:

"You're itchy with your skin, aren't you...... Meat floss to keep up, water monkey hurry up ......"

The lone water monkey finally scraped the soles of his shoes, and while trotting, he shouted out of breath:

"Boss, I found a weasel hole-eye...... No one was told...... Let's dig together tomorrow, okay?"

The group of people got into the fog again, and walked farther and farther, gradually losing sight of their figures, like shadow puppets.

With just a cup of tea, they disappeared completely, as if they had never been there.

There was a loud "clucking" rooster cry from the front lawn of the thatched house, which was continuous. Then a handful of millet was sprinkled on the ground, and the chickens swarmed and pecked, as if flapping their wings and a fight broke out. An old man was talking to himself, "Look at your spirit, you are here to ask for a reward." There is a lot of millet, don't rush, let them eat a bite too...... One egg a day, just enough to replenish Hong'er's body......"

The boy slowly squatted down and put the shrimp in his hand into the pond. The shrimp was originally dying in his hands, and as soon as it entered the water, it immediately swam away. A thick yellow eel on the edge of the pond poked its head out of the water to breathe, and the water wave swayed slightly and quickly sank, spitting out a string of fine small bubbles.

A desolate Beijing accent sounded in the mist, getting closer and closer.

"This letter came at a good time, and God helped Huang Zhong to succeed. Standing at the gate of the camp shouted, and the children listened to the seedlings. A drum, war rice made. Two drums, tight robes. Three-way drum, knife out of sheath. Four drums, the soldiers handed. There is a reward for each of them, and a knife on the neck of the back. The three armies and the master will return to the camp, and they will successfully work at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon......"

A small, thin middle-aged man with a large travel bag on his shoulder appeared on the opposite side of the pond, thinking that it was getting hot, and put down the bag and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt.

He had bulging cheekbones, sunken cheeks, wrinkles on his forehead, and an old face. The shirt and pants were crumpled, the grease-stained suit jacket was baggy, and it looked like a stall, and I didn't know how to take off the armband. On his feet, he wore a pair of brand-new high-end tourist shoes, which looked a bit nondescript.

The middle-aged man raised his arm and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and shouted:

"Brother Jiang, what are you doing squatting by the pond alone?"

The boy did not answer, nor did he look up, his eyes fixed on the man's reflection in the water. The wind is blowing, and the water is rippling. The shadow stretched and shortened at once.

"Knowing the fish near the water, and knowing the bird's voice near the mountain. If you want to know about the affairs in the mountains, you must ask the firewood collector. ”

The man opened his mouth to say a few verses, picked up his travel bag again and walked along the pond to the thatched hut, and said as he walked:

Zhuangzi and the monk watched the fish by the ditch, Zhuangzi said 'fish music', the monk said 'Zi is not fish, Anzhi is the joy of fish', Zhuangzi said, 'Zi is not me, Anzhi I don't know the joy of fish'...... Look at this mouthful, tsk, it's amazing. I think the monk can continue like this, the son is not me, and I know that I don't know the joy of the fish...... Hahaha.

Don't underestimate your mouth, Zhuge Liang can rely on it to scold the dead, which is more powerful than using a knife. You, you, if you don't open your mouth, you often choke people to death when you open your mouth, and you especially like to interrupt. This can't be done, my little brother, it's too easy to attract hatred. You have to learn to listen, and you have to learn to see. For example, when ordinary people lie, their eyes are very fluttering, and they dare not look into the eyes of the other person. ”

Seeing that the young man still ignored him, the man scratched his head in confusion and changed the topic.

"Haven't you been pestering your uncle to learn bird language, teach it today, okay?"

The boy still ignored it.

"When it's a dang, it's a good winter...... Don't you want to see what good stuff your uncle brought today?"

The boy was silent, his head lowered and he was motionless, but his tears dripped into the pond, and the water rippled in circles.

The man had already walked outside the fence of the vegetable field, and when he saw this, he stopped, frowned, and snorted in a deep voice:

"Brother Jiang, manly tofu, why are you crying like a little girl?"

He paused, couldn't think of how to comfort him for a moment, put down his travel bag and opened it with a clatter, took out a beautiful laptop box and raised it high, and shouted through the chest-high fence:

"Dude, look, what is this?"

The young man did not answer him, and the voice of an old man came from the front lawn.

"Rich and noble? ”

The thin black man picked up the travel bag in his left hand, put the computer packaging box under his right arm and walked along the fence wall towards the front lawn, and said with a smile:

"Auntie's ears are so good, it's me. It always comes once in ten days and a half months, not rare, not rare. ”

"Old man, my body is getting worse day by day...... The ears are okay, but the eyes are not so good, and you can't even find the eye of the needle. ”

"Maybe it's presbyopia. I've brought a bottle of eye drops this time, and I'll try it at your old man's house. ”

"I'm bothering you again. ”

"It should be, it should be. ”

"You've come just in time. The day before yesterday, the martial artist of Shawan Wang dug a fish pond and dug out a large turtle with a small pot lid on its shell. His grandson brought a bowl of meat and brought the shell. ”

"Ah, that's a rarity, and the bigger the shell, the more pharmacies like it. However, in the future, don't accept chicken feathers and duck feathers, it's not easy to sell. Now that the winter is getting warmer, people in the city don't like to wear down jackets. ”

......

"Auntie, what's wrong with Brother Jiang, squatting alone in the back of the house and sulking. ”

"Let him cool down for a while...... You don't get angry. The textbooks he finally got were stuffed into the stove and burned. I snatched it out and dipped it in the water tank and gave him a slap in the face. Today, there is no sun in the fog, and this book is wet and can't be dried, and it has to be dried with fire. ”

"In my opinion, I'm afraid these textbooks are too simple for him. ”

......

Gentle conversations and chatters came intermittently from the front lawn.

The young man's back trembled, and he finally wiped away his tears and slowly stood up from the edge of the pond, opened his arms, and let out a fierce roar like a dragon's groan.

It was as if a nuclear explosion had occurred around him, and the shock wave swept in all directions.

Thatched huts are gone, ponds are gone, grasses and wildflowers are gone, fields are gone......

Everything is gone, leaving only an endless mist.

Out of the fog came an old man with a white beard.

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