"According to the old gentleman, the guest was dressed in clothes that were not the most recent, and the servants came out of the dark and begged him for a bowl of tea when he was about to close the stall."

Yi Jiahui's voice came slowly.

"At that time, it was too late, there was no one around, the old gentleman thought that someone nearby had heard about the Anshun Festival here, and rushed over at this time, and the one had some yellow muscles and thin muscles, and the eye circles were very heavy, and his face was very bad, and he seemed to be very young, and the old gentleman looked at him pitifully, so he kissed him a bowl of egg soup to drink, thinking that he would ask where this person's family lived later, and if there was a place to rest."

"And then, and then?"

"It's already dark, and a yellow-skinned, thin-skinned and ugly-looking person came out of the night, just entertained? If it were me, I would probably be scared to death. ”

In fact, many people in that era couldn't eat enough, he was a little serious, and he was still young, so the old gentleman remembered his son who had no news after he went to the battlefield, so he was moved with compassion, but when he came back again, there was no one next to the table, the tea and egg soup had been drunk, and a small stone-carved peace lock was placed on the table, and the old gentleman took the lock and looked for it for a long time, no matter which road he didn't see the child's figure, No one had ever seen this child, and the more the old gentleman looked at it, the more he felt that the stone-carved peace lock looked like the one his son wore around his neck when he left home. ”

"Is that his son?"

"No, there are always some things in the world that can't be explained, and you don't know whether these things are true or false, if they are true, then common sense may not be able to explain them, if they are false, it is probably the comfort that the old gentleman gave himself."

Yi Jiahui chuckled softly.

"But at that time, he showed me the peace lock made of stone, which is still very old."

"Likely—"

Little Libao spoke slowly.

"I was entrusted by the old gentleman's child to send news to the old gentleman."

This obsession has become a soul, so I have been in a hurry, so I have been so dusty.

"Perhaps, who knows about this kind of thing? It's all stories that I've heard, and my job is to integrate these stories, determine the origin of the legends of these places, record them, and combine them into a splendid and long history. ”

Yi Jiahui said with an undeniable smile, with a slight sigh on his expression.

And when the people around heard Xiao Libao's speculation, finally some people couldn't help but cover their hearts, and felt that their whole body began to feel uncomfortable.

"That is, the people who went out of this village to defend the country have returned? It's too hurtful, isn't it? This fantasy pulls people back to the way they used to be. ”

"It's really a knife to me, I just heard half of it and didn't feel this way, and I was so sad at the end."

"I suddenly felt why I always say don't be too afraid of ghosts, because the ghosts you are afraid of may be the ones someone has been waiting for."

Little Libao looked ahead.

The fireflies are still flying forward.

In the corner in front of him, a phantom stood there, and after a moment, he looked up and gently pulled back the mask, revealing only half of his cheek, which could be seen only from that half of his cheek, the other party was a young child, and even a little baby-faced.

"Let's go home."

Tang Li's mouth suddenly opened.

"Just like the customs of Shuijin Village, the liveliness of prayers in Shuijin Village, go home, go back-"

With the voice of Little Libao.

The man seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally smiled and slowly disappeared.

It was at this time that a strong wind suddenly blew.

The lantern overhead was blown and swayed, and the light and shadow were changing.

The fireflies in the sky seemed to have been attacked like this suddenly, and they couldn't react, swaying in the air blankly, but they were still quickly blown away by the wind.

The bright arc that crossed the sky at this moment was like a small meteor, and it was like the return of the heroic soul as Xiao Libao said, like this firefly flying back to his hometown one by one.

"Let's go back—"

The little girl held in her arms the hat that she felt a little hot and did not continue to wear, and wore some fluttering clothes, the corners of which fluttered and danced in the wind, and with the direction of the fireflies being blown away, people always felt that the clothes were not blown up by the wind, but were coerced by the soul, and moved towards this side from the other side of history.

There was an indescribable shock.

This shock was not only felt by everyone present, but even more by many more people in the live broadcast.

'I never imagined I could see something like this on a live stream!' ’

'Goosebumps are already rising, what's Little Libao?!' Is she a little fairy? Isn't it immortal?! Otherwise, I don't even know how to explain this scene!! ’

"Help, this is too explosive, I really want to see it with my own eyes, anyone who hasn't seen this scene, I'll be sad, okay?? How could it be such a coincidence? I really felt my soul tremble. ’

'Ahh ’

'The feeling of being together in the first season is back!! ’

'Ahh He is a scholar in this area, who else can understand if the big guy doesn't understand? Who doesn't understand if he doesn't understand?! ’

'Am I the only one who suffers from being sacrificed outside by the soldiers who defend my homeland?' Shuijin Village is also a place where a lot of efforts have been made, since ancient times-'

In the midst of such a shout, when everyone around looked up at the sky in a daze and shock.

Yi Jiahui seemed to realize something, looked up left and right, and then lowered his head to ask Xiao Libao again.

"Are you calling someone home?"

"That's right, there is a person who has forgotten his name, forgotten his home, and doesn't know that he still has a home, and he doesn't dare to go back, I'm telling him to go back."

"Did he go back then?"

Teacher Yi paused and asked Xiao Libao curiously.

The little one smiled and looked ahead of the empty space.

"Go back, you should go back."

I'm sure I'll find my way this time—