Feng Wuli was just about to explain, when the little boy ran over and took his hand, leaned back, and pulled him into the picture scroll of this ancient southern town.

He followed the trend and said unreasonably that he had been waiting for him for a long time.

"I ......" Feng Wuli just wanted to explain, but the words came to his lips and he didn't say anything.

The little boy's memory is incomplete.

After all, it has been too long and too long, and it is already a great thing that he can still exist in this state.

His eyes were hollow, there were no eyeballs in them, he couldn't see the wind unreasonable, and he even forgot the fact that he was dead.

But there was only one thing he remembered, and that was to wait for his brother to come back.

This is about to become an obsession-like thought, shuttling through a hundred years of history, until the wind comes unreasonably and comes to this small village again.

"What? Brother, what did you just say? ”

The young man was very excited, and he had endless words to talk to, and Feng Wuli really couldn't say that he was not his brother.

He shook his head and said with a smile that it was nothing.

Ask him how he's been doing over the years.

"You're finally back, my sister heard you run outside and took a boat away, and I'm almost angry, but you wait and kneel down and admit your mistake, and my sister won't blame you!"

There were still other people in the village, and occasionally an old man sitting in the village would look at the wind unreasonably, and he would listen to the boy in silence, trying not to be too strange.

"Where are you going to take me now?" The wind asked him unreasonably.

The little boy seemed to wake up.

Looking at the surroundings, there is a vague impression, but everything that is not human has long been different.

What about his home?

How did this happen?

He looked left and right, and the more he looked, the stranger he became.

Feng Wuli saw him standing there alone, he couldn't bear it, and smiled and went over and took his hand: "Brother, will you take you home?" ”

The young man came back to his senses, looked at him, his eyes were still empty, and he laughed at the unreasonable words of the wind, and nodded emphatically!

One big and one small held hands and walked in the alleys of this moss-covered old village.

Occasionally, when he saw some scenes from his childhood memories, the little boy would awaken some memories, laugh and follow the trend and say unreasonably how they were here at that time.

The wind was unreasonable, just smiled gently.

"Why did that banyan tree suddenly get so tall? At that time, Sister A was angry, chased here, brother, you climbed to the tree, I couldn't climb up, I was caught and beaten by Sister A, crying so badly, you laughed on the tree! ”

"That and that! Brother, do you remember, the big yellow dog in Brother Huzi's house is particularly fierce, and we will be scared every time, and then every time we take advantage of its meal, we will knock over its bowl with a stone. ”

There was a fresh breeze, the ancient town rippled, the pond rippled, the branches of the willows hung to the side, and the fallen leaves on the ground blew through the soles of the two people's feet.

The young man held the hand of Feng Unreasonably, and the words he wanted to say were endless, and some things were still remembered even after more than a hundred years.

Those stone steps, green tiles, white walls, alleys, old trees, how come there is nothing to say.

The more he talked, the brighter the boy's hollow eyes became, and the more things he remembered, and gradually seemed to be a little confused, and the things he said became less.

The wind was unreasonable and unhurried, and slowly waited for him to think, and he saw someone talking and laughing in the courtyard over there.

It's a family of four that I just met at the entrance of the village, no, it's a family of six now.

There are two more gray-haired old men, the yard is full of home-cooked food, steaming like white smoke, the two old people look at the two grandchildren, happy and happy, the woman is serving the food, the man goes over to help, and is scolded Don't move those, the family is happy.

Also, after all, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It turned out that it was already evening, and he walked around with the boy, and looked up to see a bright moon.

"Is there anything wrong, young man?"

The people in the courtyard looked at the wind standing alone outside the courtyard unreasonably, it was getting late, and the wind carried the smell of autumn.

Feng replied with a smile: "No, I came here to find a distant relative, but I didn't find it, and I'm going to go back." ”

The old man looked at him and didn't look like a bad person: "You didn't eat so late, right?" Come and eat together! ”

"What's so funny." This kind of polite words, Feng unreasonably smiled and refused.

"Add the right chopsticks!"

"No, no, no, go back, the family is waiting."

Rural people are still very welcoming, and this is rarely the case in the city.

Feng Wuli took the young man's hand, looked for the direction of his home in the memory corridor, and slowly left.

"That's right, Brother hasn't come back yet."

The young man next to him suddenly said this, Feng Wuli knew, he should have remembered it, remembering that this was not two years later but more than a hundred years later, and remembering that he himself was no longer in the world.

He hummed softly, wanting to say something, and the two of them gradually walked to a house made of cyan stone bricks, which was their son's home, but he didn't expect it to be preserved.

There was actually a locust tree in the house.

The house was overgrown with weeds inside and out, the walls were covered with moss, a corner of the roof had collapsed, and there was an old smell inside.

"In the past, no matter how tired I was, as soon as I came back here, I would feel that I didn't have to worry about anything, I would feel that the roof here was very high, and it would collapse one day, and I felt that there would always be the smell of my sister's cooking here, and there would be the laughter of my brother, I used to think that they would always have it, but it would suddenly be gone."

He let go of Feng Wu's hand and walked over, his hand in front of the door, the moonlight shining through his body, in front of the dilapidated house.

"Your brother, he really wants to come back, really, really wants to come back......"

The young man looked at him and shook his head with a smile.

"Already...... It's back. ”

Feng Wuli didn't understand what he was saying, but he saw the young man suddenly look up, and he also looked up at the jade plate in the air that had just risen to the treetops.

Tonight's moon is close at hand, and under the moon are thousands of lights.

The boy under the locust tree looked at the moon, and the wind followed his gaze unreasonably, and at first he couldn't understand what he meant when he said that he had returned.

Suddenly, a whistle sounded in the air.

"Woo——!!"

From the unreal to the real!

It was a roar on another continent a hundred years ago, and it actually sounded here after a hundred years!

"Woo woo——!!"

The figure of a train appeared in the sky, and he came from the west and rushed into the night sky, leaving a black shadow in the moonlight.

In the window of the train, countless unreasonable familiar faces poked out, looking at the scenery of the homeland below, talking and laughing.

In this land, all cultivators and monsters raised their heads at the same time, looking at this vision tonight.

With such a big move, the company didn't make a move.

But it's also a matter of thought.

It's just a wanderer returning home in the Mid-Autumn Festival.