The strange house at the foot of the mountain has been dilapidated for ten years and no one cares about it, but now it is very lively.

After the immortal Linchen lit the unknown lamp, the dark vermilion skin of the mud house was renewed, and the red light was moist.

The house, which had not been in the light of day, was now a light, and there was no darkness again.

The cobwebs in the forest fell off on their own, and the weeds moved to the sides in unison, leaving a trail of sheep's intestines.

At this time, the place was already full of people.

The townsfolk arrived early in the morning and watched from afar.

Two strong men of five sizes and three thickness tried to go into the adobe house to take a look, but they had not gone a few steps before they were bounced back by the red light that came out of the adobe house.

The strength is estimated to be very large, and the man who looks very strong was hit by the red light and fell hard, which was really loud.

The two of them lay on the ground and convulsed, moaning for a long time before they could barely get up.

For a time, the waveless backwater of the ancient well was alarmed by the boulder, setting off waves on the lake in the hearts of the visitors.

It really has the power to surpass mortals!

The men and women who witnessed this spectacle whispered to each other and turned into red-faced arguments.

The red light was like smoke and mist, enveloping the adobe house that was ten feet long, wide, and high.

Immediately after, a dreamy fairy sound sounded in mid-air.

"The fate of all living beings is crossed once every ten years. The immortals light the lamp, the beginning of the inheritance. ”

Three more times.

The voices of the men and women were weak, staring at the reddish-brown adobe houses not far away, with different expressions.

The words floating in people's ears are like immortals pointing the way, and like the revelation of the heavens, awakening them.

Suddenly, the crowd cleared up, removed a certain layer of curtains from their memories, and then recalled some truths that had been deliberately ignored.

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In each round of Xianmen Pudu, someone will choose to leave.

After the people of Pudu leave this world, there will be a pair of invisible hands in the dark that will soothe the pain of parting.

In their ignorance, people blurred their memories of the disciples and the departed.

Only when the next round of immortal gates is opened again will they briefly remember the names that have been dusty for many years, and then forget them again.

Shopkeeper Lin was an accident, he lived here after returning from a serious injury and did not leave, so he was not obscured.

Time passed like this, and endless sorrow was pressed down by brutal means.

Maybe the way of heaven has more love, or maybe the way of heaven has a time of poverty.

Those who were dying remembered their forgotten names and years in the brief flashback of the lanterns.

They would struggle to say broken words before they died, and they would always say a few names.

Some people are unwilling to be manipulated like this, and miss their relatives and friends, and even leave whispers of warning.

However, this kind of "kind words about dying are too fragmentary and very mysterious", and naturally few people take it seriously.

As for the name that can be heard clearly, the person who guards the filial piety and sends the funeral just feels familiar, but when he thinks about it carefully, his head is empty.

After the funeral, the farm was busy again, and the story that I didn't remember was left in the wind along with the name.

And now, they know why they have those names.

Putting the name into the corresponding person is their playmate, blood relative, best friend, and enemy when they are young......

The memories that had been blurred by the dust suddenly became clear, and the spirits of men, women, and children were more or less broken.

They are forced to thread the needle and find their hearts in the messy and disordered memories.

Some of them, because of their age, have had several experiences, and after quickly digesting the information and calming their mood, they gently reassure their relatives, friends and panicked children who are not in good spirits.

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"Ahhh

A thin, middle-aged man roared, angrily raising the hoe he was carrying on his shoulders and slamming it into the red light that enveloped the adobe house, trying to rush in.

"Bang-"

The hoe was bounced out by the red light, smashing the middle-aged man's right leg bone.

The middle-aged man squatted down in pain, gritted his teeth, and rubbed the bruises under the skin with his heavy hands, connecting the broken bones.

Everyone who had not yet woken up from the sealed memories subconsciously looked at the middle-aged man who was screaming.

The middle-aged man just raised his head and looked up, colliding with everyone's eyes.

There is compassion, there is confusion, there is emptiness, there is sorrow, there is anger......

Everyone retracted their gaze again, and they were still too busy to take care of themselves, and they had no extra mood to care about the man's injury.

Cold sweat broke out on the middle-aged man's forehead, and his hands held his head in a ball.

Memories of my teenage years are the first to come to mind.

Tears could not stop falling.

Not because of pain, and not because of the indifference of others.

The middle-aged man is just regretting his original choice.

When he was a boy with a heart higher than the sky, he also heard such a voice.

But at that time, he was too far away from the mystery, and the stories in the fairy books were only dreams and never took them to heart.

The young man grew old with a few acres of thin fields and barren lonely mountains, and his stable days of inaction consumed his initial ideals and ambitions.

If there were no immortals lighting the lamps during this time, and there was no so-called inheritance, he would grow old silently.

Obviously, he had already made a choice, but why did the things he gave up before appear in front of him again, shattering the appearance of ordinary life without his consent, and making him greedily want to pursue another possibility in life.

He regretted it, regretted missing it in the first place.

wanted to make amends, but the red light actually excluded him.

So much so that now, even the most handy hoe is against him.

If he had seized the opportunity at that time, it would have been someone other than him who would have been injured by the hoe at this time.

Thinking of this, the emaciated middle-aged man felt more and more that fate had played a joke on him.

What he regrets is not that he couldn't, but that he could.

The middle-aged man finally stopped caring about the eyes of others, as if he had returned to his childhood, crying about what he couldn't get.

After only crying twice, the middle-aged man pounded the ground in pain, and tears fell silently.

The middle-aged man actually thought of another layer of the past.

At the age of nineteen, he married a wife and gave birth to a son and a daughter.

At the age of twenty-one, he was busy washing his children and did not go to the place of trial.

At the age of thirty-one, the immortal gate opened again, and the trial began again.

In the same place, at a different time, the man regained his memory.

Seeing the tragic collapse of others, and unwilling to let his children be manipulated by dogs, he discussed with his wife that perhaps let their children see another kind of future that he missed twenty years ago.

The son and daughter were obedient, and they accepted the inheritance smoothly.

After the three-year trial period, the children must leave.

The wife was not worried about the long journey of her young children, so she had to send them all the way.

It's just that the man's mother, who was already a father at that time, was seriously ill and couldn't leave without people around him, so he had to ask someone to escort his wife and children away.

Who would have thought that from then on, his wife and children did not appear in any of his dreams in the next seven years.

When the middle-aged man remembered it again, it was now.

But he was already forty-one years old, and he was not qualified to enter the inheritance land.

He rolled over and lay exhausted on the grass, the wound on his right leg still throbbing and aching.

It turned out that he was not alone.

The wife is soft, the eldest son is naughty, and the daughter is well-behaved.

No wonder every time the matchmaker came, he was disgusted and excused himself in every way.

In the depths of the blinded memory, it is the subconscious love that dissuades.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man seemed to think of something, and his eyes were full of burning desire.

He picked up his hoe and stood up, his steps heavy and resolute.