Ding Qiufei, Mr. "Q", and the Dream Eater Tapir all stand like wood carvings and clay sculptures in what looks like fields.

About 20 meters in front of them, everyone was pulling radishes together.

If that's really a turnip.

Looking at the cyan part of the surface of the ground, I'm afraid it will weigh hundreds of pounds?

The old man, the old lady, the little girl, the yellow dog, the flower cat, the gray squirrel (a litter...... There is a long queue, and everyone spares no effort to pull the radish together.

Still shouting the slogan: "Let's work hard, hey, hey......"

The dream-eating tapir subconsciously scratched his head with his elephant trunk, scraped the ground with his tiger feet, and rubbed his feet with half-dry soil.

"Q" As soon as Mr. took a step, he suddenly stopped, frowning, "Where is this?" It's like asking someone, and it's like talking to yourself.

"This is where my sister grew up when she was a child?" Ding Qiufei looked left and right, looking around.

It's so strange, it seems that there is only this vegetable field left in the whole world, and there are only abrupt big radishes and a long and strange line of radish pullers in the vegetable field.

"Where's your sister?" Mr. "Q" almost jumped up to find someone.

"How do I know?" Ding Qiufei almost didn't roll his eyes.

"Two bosses, this is His Highness's dream." The dream-eating tapir couldn't help but remind.

Ding Qiufei clenched the handle of the embroidered luan knife and rubbed his fingers slightly.

Mr. Q suddenly realized: "Oh ......", and then said: "This, is this a children's rhyme?"

Ding Qiufei also had a strange expression: ""Pulling the Carrot" children's rhyme." Sighing, he walked towards the carrot pulling team, and did not look back to greet him: "Don't follow up yet."

The dream-eating tapir trotted to keep up.

Mr. "Q" clenched his fists and followed without hurry.

Ding Qiufei walked straight to the old man five steps away and stood still, arched his hand, and asked very politely: "Uncle!" Old man! ”

The old man turned his face to look at Ding Qiufei, facing Ding Qiufei who was dressed in such a strange way, his eyes were calm, and his tone was very calm: "This girl, take a hand and pull a turnip."

Ding Qiufei is dressed as a female official in the harem of the Ming Dynasty, normal people can't see this kind of look and tone, right?

"Okay." Ding Qiufei pressed the knife handle on the machine spring, and the blade automatically popped out half a foot.

Ding Qiufei drew a knife in his hand and swung the knife to slash at the radish.

The dark purple blade with the demon-breaking attribute slashed at the radish.

A long knife cut was left on the radish, and the blade was completely sunk in, and most of the blade was still exposed.

The long knife edge healed in an instant, completely beyond Ding Qiufei's expectations.

Pull the knife back, once, twice, but it doesn't move.

"It's not yet time to eat, and besides, you don't need a woodcutter to chop such a big radish, but you can't split it." The old man is still light and breezy.

"Old man, the girl is a foreigner, and she must be hungry when she travels far away. I want to chop a radish to quench my thirst. The old lady was full of kindness, and rubbed her hands on her clothes with care: "Girl, the woodcutter is here with me, chop a radish for you to taste, the water is old enough."

"No need, we're just here to inquire." Mr. "Q" has arrived at Ding Qiufei's side.

Zhen Yan looked around the room in surprise, feeling a sense of déjà vu.

Keep your eyes open in disbelief.

Isn't this the home I lived in when I was a child?

When I was a child, my home was in a Soviet-style tube building assigned to my father in the factory, a room, about 11 to 13 square meters, where a family of four lived.

But it's different, why are there yellowed walls and doors on all sides?

The place where it was supposed to be the ceiling was pitch black, densely covered with small squares of various colors.

How can each small square be 7 to 8 centimeters in diameter, and some small squares seem to have words on them?

The ground is about 4 meters from the ceiling, which is relatively high for a house.

There was a crooked square table 4 or 5 meters away in front of me, one of which had obviously broken a leg, re-tied to a wooden board, and fixed with nails.

As soon as Zhen Yan took a step, she noticed that something was wrong.

The distance between the feet is not right, and I subconsciously look at the feet.

That's too small, isn't it?

Immediately looked at his hands, his eyes were round, he could basically make judgments without a mirror, and his body became smaller.

This size should normally be about 3 or 4 years old.

Wait, 3 or 4 year olds?

The hand that touched his face stopped abruptly, no need, I understood, it was not simply that the body became smaller, but that the age became younger!

I turned around in place, and then I faced the table again, and my brain was racing, what was going on?

Isn't it drinking with Xia Youentropy?

What about Xia Yo entropy?

"Sister Xia? Xia Yoo entropy! ......" Zhen Yan's voice changed from small to loud, and finally it was similar to yelling.

Where will there be a reply.

There's no echo in the house because there's not enough space, right?

There are only two situations: first, I was transported to my childhood by time and space; The second is that you are dreaming.

Zhen Yan calmed down for a few seconds and immediately made a judgment: she was dreaming.

My instincts tell me that I can't be wrong in this judgment.

What's the matter, Xia You's entropy is a black hand and traps me in my dream?

Supposedly, shouldn't it?

Xia Youentropy really wants to hurt me, and there is no need to be so troublesome. With her strength, it would be as easy to kill me.

The reasonable explanation is: there is an accident, at least it is not Xia Youentropy's action.

There is a third party involved.

Zhen Yan bit her lip, and a slight pain hit her unexpectedly.

Awesome!

Zhen Yan was sure that it was in a dream, but there was pain, which was really a big trouble.

Everyone, watching some movies and television, some protagonists commit suicide in their dreams, they will get out of the dream and return to reality.

However, there is no pain in dreams.

Zhen Yan can't be sure, if she chooses to commit suicide in this dream, will she really die?

Okay, who would choose to commit suicide?

Since she couldn't eat it accurately, Zhen Yan immediately gave up this seemingly stupid plan with a high probability and had to find another way.

Her eyes were fixed on an apple on the table.

It's not like an ordinary green apple, but you can see it from a few meters away: this color doesn't look like an apple, but more like a jadeite.

Walking a few steps briskly and approaching the table, Zhen Yan hesitated for a while, slowly reached out a little bit, and finally touched his fingers.

The moment I touched it, I withdrew my hand as if it had been electrified, but it was actually fine.

The second time it was much calmer, and when my fingers touched the apple, the texture was really more like jade.

Hold the green apple in your palm, slowly rub it for a while, and you are basically sure that it is jadeite.

If you look closely, there is an inconspicuous vertical slit, and the two hands gently break along the slit, and it is immediately divided into two halves.

Something fell to the ground.

Putting the apple on the table, the cat's waist picked up the thing, and at a glance, he froze.

It is a translucent, light yellow crescent-shaped object, and because it is translucent, you can see that there are several metal gears inside, which begin to rotate slowly.

Zhen Yan suddenly remembered some past events in her childhood, and she had been so indifferent that she almost forgot it. After all, it's too long ago and makes no sense to reality.

Zhen Yan remembered playing games with her father, and she was indeed 3 or 4 years old at the time.

Play a game of "Seed the Moon".

Place an apple (in memory, small green apples are the majority.) Cut open and sandwich a crescent moon cut from a paper shell between the apples.

"Plant, plant, plant, plant the moon, bury it in the soil, grow up quickly, and fly to Beijing with the doll...... To meet the great ......."

Sometimes, Zhen Yan would use a pencil to draw gears on the crescent moon of a paper shell, and would ask her father, did she draw a portrait?

Dad works in a daily hardware factory and is still the team leader. Dad will patiently teach himself to modify the gear pattern.

As soon as Zhen Yan thought of this, she suddenly raised her head and looked at the large pile of small squares of various colors floating around.

I understand, some small squares do have words written on them, and one word is written on each square, which is "Hundred Family Names". Of course, not all, there are still more than 100 to 200 words.

It was my father who taught me to read and write, and named it "Chinese Character Chest of Drawers" in the way of making games.

I miss it so much, I really miss that era, I miss the bits and pieces of that time...... Dad, I miss you so much!

If you can let me see you, I will do anything!

In fact, it's not just a father, it's a family!

Zhen Yan's tears quietly crossed her face and cut into her mouth, salty and bitter taste.

The childhood that can't be returned is gradually becoming clear, as if it was just yesterday, no, just now.