Majia Lane.

Majiaxiang has a variety of surnames, but there is no surname Ma. Because the history is too long, why Majia Lane is called Majia Lane is no longer examinable, and there is no clue on the official website of the government, but folklore is that in the interstellar era, when Ronnie Xingdu was still in the barbaric era, there was a big family surnamed Ma settled in this place, and built some stone houses with local materials, and later the Ma family moved away, and later people relied on the stone houses left by the Ma family to build, forming a stone alley several kilometers long.

The alley is only about five meters wide, and it is flanked by dense stone houses.

At the mouth of the alley, there is an ancient camphor tree that several people hug, this ancient camphor tree is said to originate from the seeds of the ancient earth, the vitality is extremely strong, it has survived several thunderbolts and fires tenaciously, now, this old camphor tree has become a beautiful scenery line in Majia Lane, has become a well-known local scenic spot, many tourists will come to hang some red envelopes on the branches to pray for blessings.

The night is a little chilly, the ancient camphor tree is still standing at the mouth of the alley, the years have left very obvious traces on it, but, in Zhou Sen's eyes, he is no different from seventeen years ago, the branches of the ancient camphor tree are like a dragon with teeth and claws in the dark, giving people an indescribable shock.

Zhou Sen was a little inexplicably sad, because, in his memory, there was never the word "friend", and now, he wanted to find a friend, and the only thing that could remind him was his elementary school classmates who had been classmates for three months seventeen years ago.

Are you a failure?

In other words, it is a failure of the education of adoptive fathers and adoptive mothers.

Zhou Sen desperately sketched the appearance of his adoptive father and adoptive mother in his brain, and what made him feel terrified was that the appearance of his adoptive father and adoptive mother became more and more blurred in his mind.

Zhou Sen sat on the stone bench under the giant camphor, looking up at the dense red envelopes hanging above the camphor tree, these red envelopes were hung on it by some ordinary people, back then, his favorite thing to do was to watch Chen Dao climb the ancient camphor tree to steal these red envelopes, and he answered below.

If this ancient camphor tree can accept the power of faith and go through these hundreds of years of incense offerings, I am afraid that it will have some aura. Perhaps, it has been able to live for so many years because of the offerings of believers!

Zhou Sen gently stroked the rough bark of the ancient camphor tree, and let out a long sigh, compared with humans, the vitality of plants is longer, but, in myths and legends, if a plant wants to become a god, it takes dozens of times or even hundreds of times the time for humans, although this camphor tree has survived to the present, but it is still difficult to become a god, after all, for a plant that cannot move and has no ability to resist, the future is full of too many uncertainties, just a human thought, It would be possible to make it go up in smoke......

……

Zhou Sen stretched out his hand and grabbed the void, and a red envelope hanging on a branch fell into his hand.

Open the red envelope.

A few words were written on the outside of the red envelope: I wish Qin'er good health.

The red envelope contained a one-dollar bill.

A warm smile appeared on the corner of Zhou Sen's mouth, he remembered the happiest months in his life, he was inseparable from Chen Dao every day, and often took advantage of the night to loot the red envelopes on the camphor tree, and then find a place where no one opened the red envelopes, that kind of excitement, that kind of expectation, it is really impossible to describe with pen and ink.

Chen Dao.

Brother Dao!

Brother Dao, are you okay now?

Zhou Sen's deep eyes looked into the depths of the alley, and just right, a tall and thin figure appeared in the alley, and the figure stumbled towards Zhou Sen, as if he was drunk.

Knife!

Zhou Sen's pupils constricted, and he saw that the tall and thin figure was holding a snowy watermelon knife in his hand.

Zhou Sen's body swept up, and he climbed the ancient camphor tree like an ape.

The figure went to the foot of the ancient camphor tree, first hid the watermelon knife under the stone bench, and then sat on the stone bench and lit a cigarette.

The smell of cigarettes fills the air.

There was a long silence, and although the figure lit a cigarette, he didn't smoke it, but just held it in his hand in a daze, looking preoccupied.

Is it Chen Dao?

Zhou Sen on the tree smelled the smell of smoke, it was a familiar smell, back then, Chen Dao's cigarettes were this smell, he remembered, he stole a pack of good cigarettes from home, Chen Dao said that he was not used to it, and found someone to change the cigarettes he liked to smoke.

Is that him?

It is clear that the man is in trouble and in trouble.

"Chen Dao!" Zhou Sen couldn't help but shout after all.

"Who?!"

Chen Dao suddenly bent down and picked up the watermelon knife under the stone bench, and in an instant, it bounced away like a spring, looking around vigilantly.

"Me, remember?" Zhou Sen did not get off the tree.

"It's pitch black, how do I know who you are!" Chen Dao scolded.

Zhou Sen thought about it and went down the tree.

It's Chen Dao.

That's right, it's Chen Dao.

Although seventeen years have passed, Zhou Sen can still find Chen Dao's outline from this young man's face, but there are a few more scary scars on that originally immature face.

Chen Dao stared at Zhou Sen with a suspicious expression, in his memory, there seemed to be no such person as Zhou Sen.

"Remember these red envelopes?" Zhou Sen raised the red envelope that had just been opened in his hand.

"Red Envelope...... It's you! It's you! Hahahaha...... Zhou Sen...... I remember...... It's you little bunny! Hahaha...... I remember, of course I do...... Hahaha......" Chen Dao was stunned for a moment, then burst into a burst of crazy laughter, and then strode up to Zhou Sen and hugged Zhou Sen.

"Brother Dao!" Zhou Sen's eyes were soaked with tears, he didn't expect that after seventeen years, Chen Dao still remembered him as a little friend, presumably, this was the only person who remembered him in his childhood.

"Hahaha...... What are the big men crying, I'm here, continue to cover you! Chen Dao laughed.

"Thank you, Brother Dao."

"Hehe, I remember that you used to have a chubby face, but now you are thinner, well, much more handsome...... Hey, after so many years, why are you still thinking about these red envelopes, can you compete for some anger! Chen Dao hated that iron could not become steel.

"......" Zhou Sen's face was petrified, and it was obvious that Chen Dao thought he was here to steal the red envelopes on the ancient camphor tree.

"Don't worry, Brother Dao will support you in big things." Chen Dao patted Zhou Sen's shoulder.

"Uh-huh."

"Let's go, go to my house!"

"So late...... Uncle and aunt ......"

"They left early." Chen Dao's free and easy voice was a little dry in it.

"Ah......" Zhou Sen remembered two vague figures in his mind.

"Today, brothers get together, don't mention unhappy things, go, go to my house, get drunk and rest!" Chen Dao said heroically.

"Let's go!"

Zhou Sen followed Chen Dao in the alley, and time seemed to go back to seventeen years ago, when he followed Chen Dao in this way, and at that time, Chen Dao was his protector.

Seventeen years have passed.

There are almost no changes in the alleys, and some old stone walls are covered with some plants, which give people a very emotional and poetic feeling under the light of the stars.

Chen Dao's home is a three-story stone house deep in the alley.

The house was the same as it was seventeen years ago, almost unchanged, but when you walked in, it was very different. In Zhou Sen's memory, Chen Dao's house was very clean, and now, there was wine bottle garbage everywhere.

Obviously, Chen Dao is not doing well.

"Sorry, it's a little dirty." Chen Dao turned around.

"Huh."

On the first floor, in addition to a dilapidated hovercar and several flying skateboards, there is also an old motorcycle that has been buried in half of the rubbish.

The two walked through the garbage dump to the second floor.

"Yi'er, come out, eat on the hour, I've got a brother!" After Chen Dao took Zhou Sen to sit down in the living room, he shouted loudly at a crumbling door.

There was no movement in the room.

"Is it sister-in-law?" Zhou Sen felt that it was inappropriate.

"Fart's sister-in-law, change it every day!" Chen Dao looked proud, and shouted at the hidden door: "Yi'er, hurry up!" ”

There was still no movement in the room.

"Get up!" Chen Dao rushed to the door with an arrow step, kicked on the door, and the already crumbling door fell down with a "boom".

"You're crazy! I'm sleeping! You don't have any eggs yourself, why are you looking for a woman to be angry with me? A woman who was almost naked ran out with a ball of clothes in her arms and roared at Chen Dao.

"Ahem...... Didn't I come to make a friend......" Chen Dao glanced at Zhou Sen with an embarrassed face, and at this time, Zhou Sen had already lowered his head, because, the woman was naked!

"Friends! Friend! It's a friend and a friend all day long, look at you, what kind of dog you have lived, and you're still a friend! The woman was angry and dressed in a hurry, and the more she talked, the more angry she became, and she rushed to Chen Dao and slapped her head and face.