Yi Jiahui listened to Xiao Libao's words, smiled and nodded.

also looked in the direction that Xiao Libao was looking at.

Tang Li is very sure that the other party is definitely not a fellow believer, and he really can't see those strange things.

It can only be said that the other party has seen too much and studied too much.

It's really amazing.

Barely able to be regarded as a primary school bully, but in fact, Xiao Libao, who only knows some words that he can use, has a natural liking and liking for this type of scholar.

So the little one is in such a view.

The wind and waves blew the corners of the little one's clothes, her eyes were bright and beautiful, and she stretched out her little hands.

"Then let's study and study together after that."

Yi Jiahui paused, couldn't help laughing, squatted down, reached out and shook the little guy's hand.

"Okay."

also learned the tone of Xiao Libao.

Such a picture was also recorded in the live broadcast room and saved by countless netizens.

In fact, it is different from the shock from the nature of heaven and earth just now.

The picture of an old man and a young man shaking hands is more of a sense of gentleness.

At first glance, it won't be too shocking, it's not the kind that floats on the surface, and it requires you to have a certain understanding of all this.

can know what the identities of the two are.

It's like a handshake between two eras.

Those divergent ideas are still close under this starry sky.

It's still touching.

That evening, #跨越时代的握手#这个词条就以势不可挡的趋势登上热搜.

And at the same time.

After disappearing in front of Little Pear Treasure.

The man wandered down the path of Shuijin Village.

There are also various lanterns hanging overhead.

The light falling on him didn't make him feel uncomfortable.

He hung his head and held in his hand the mask he had been wearing since the beginning.

It seems to have been thinking about it for a long time.

Leave.

Yes, that's right, his name is Li.

It was a name from a long time ago, and he had vaguely forgotten it now.

I only remember that others used to call him a general.

This mask—

Who did it?

There was confusion in his eyes.

After a moment, he looked up and looked around.

The man actually looked like he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, he was a young man, and the immaturity of his cheeks had not completely faded, so he just raised his eyes and looked around.

Without a little anger on the battlefield, the whole person is like a child who can't find a home.

But he obviously didn't have a home.

He remembered.

He's an orphan.

He blinked his eyes and shrugged his shoulders slightly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

It's hard for the kid to get his name back.

But it's useless to get the name back.

He had nowhere to go back.

And no one was waiting for him.

The people who remembered him were gone, and no one remembered what he looked like, his name, everything about him.

In the long river of history, a person can be moved many times, can have a lot of brilliant time, as long as he rolls in the river of history, just like him, many things seem to disappear.

Only the prosperous world in front of him is peaceful, and he doesn't know if he has made a contribution.

Li sighed softly and simply sat down on the stone next to him.

After this sacrifice, the village can be calm for a long time, and he can no longer think about the bad things that still want to do things.

Now is the rest, the rest.

He didn't have much time to survive.

There are fewer and fewer times when you can wake up.

From the beginning, he was able to wander around the village, and although others couldn't see him, he was almost all the time.

Slowly, he began to fall asleep, spending most of his time in a sleeping way.

This feeling has aggravated with the passage of time - no, it should be said that it has become better and better for life here, and more and more stable and peaceful here.

It's like his obsession from the beginning to the present has always been to protect the small village where he was born.

So I came back step by step from the place where I sacrificed, until I really waited here.

It's enough, too.

He was content.

Away from squinting his eyes.

Feel the wind and waves, feel the peace.

It's good, peace.

At this time, a large number of fireflies flew overhead, flying towards the front and being swept away by the wind and waves.

In these winds, he faintly heard some familiar sounds.

He was stunned for a moment, straightened up for a moment, and the feeling of being sleepy, about to fall into a deep sleep, disappeared.

"Come back—go home—"

"Xiaoli, hurry up and go home - everyone is waiting for you!"

"Stinky boy, do you see the lantern? If you do come back, why don't you say hello and make many people wait. ”

"Hey, you, you cried the worst at the beginning - and now you are still murdering children."

"Come back—"

"Come—come—"

Li raised his hand in disbelief and rubbed his eyes.

Stand up.

Looking at the place where those fireflies flew, a void gate gradually appeared.

He had a very strange idea.

Very weird intuition.

I'm going to push that door open.

Behind that door.

There was something he had always wanted to find.

It was his final destination.

He slowly lifted his feet and walked in the direction of the door.

Behind him was violently pushed by the wind.

"General, stop the ink, hurry up, you have a home to go back to, we all have a home to go back to, and the village will be fine-"

He didn't look back, nor did he look at who was pushing him.

It's just that from the laughing voice, you can hear the familiarity.

Probably once fought side by side on the battlefield.

His pace quickened, and finally faster and faster, as if he were about to run.

He raised his hand and slammed the door open.

There were a lot of people in it that he knew well.

The mask in his hand fell to the ground in an instant.

"It's so slow to come back, everyone has arrived, waiting for you, I've been sleeping outside, I don't feel cold, you melon baby-"

"Hey, Uncle Liu, look at the mask you made for others, it seems that the craftsmanship is not good, it has worn out like this, hurry up and make a new one for others——"

"Hey, what do you mean my craft is not good?!"

"What mask is not a mask? What kind of masks do you bring when you go home, I think you are all sick in the brain! Xiaoli, oops, all have lost weight, hurry, come to Auntie's house for dinner today. ”

The mask that was away from the side was picked up and put aside by other familiar people.

It looks like a phantom in front of you, and when you open it, you can leave a place that feels familiar and unfamiliar.

Shuijin Village has changed a lot now, and the name has changed many times, so the layout at the moment makes people involuntarily feel a sense of nostalgia.

Plus these familiar faces in front of him.