The memory should be mottled old photos, yellow, moldy, and incomplete, and the black and white blurry figure cannot be seen clearly.

Many of the pictures are like restored old photos, which have become clear in Zhou Fuxi's heart.

He found that the location where he was standing now used to be the basketball court of Dawangzhen Middle School.

At that time, Mi Hou was studying at this school, and he often came here to look for her, sometimes he came early, and before she finished class, he would stand in this position on the basketball court and wait.

With a cement-colored basketball court, a line made of small white porcelain tiles, and a volleyball net with an iron-blue bracket, Dawangzhen Middle School, which has limited funds, is accustomed to turning the basketball court into a volleyball court when needed.

On one side of the basketball court is a mossy step, a young man squatting in a basin, the unfinished construction site is full of puddles, and the muddy water after the rain is like a pool of cornmeal waiting to ferment.

He was bored on the basketball court in a daze, sometimes after school, he didn't call him, just stood on the high steps, looked at him with a smile with her dexterous eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slowly, and his blinking eyes were full of smiles, and the slightly upturned corners of his eyes already had a beautiful style, a delicate nose, and ruddy lips.

"Xihu, what are you doing in a daze?" When she spoke up, she would say it, as if she hadn't deliberately hid behind him, but because he wasn't noticing her in a daze.

Zhou Fuxi came back to his senses, looked at the sculpture of the girl, and the corners of his mouth gradually gentle.

At that time, girls were often more precocious psychologically, spiritually richer and more profound, while today's girls are more precocious physically, and as for spiritually and psychologically, they began to cultivate immortals early.

Mi Hou is a typical precocious girl, except for her sister Mi Koi, she is wary and resistant to any other woman who approaches Zhou Zehua.

Later, Zhou Zehua had a successful career, from raising a song and dance troupe to hold a model contest beauty contest, to entering the film and television industry, from investing in film and television to acting by himself, he often ignored him for a long time.

But Mi Koi followed Zhou Zehua's buttocks, as long as those female celebrity models and contestants were willing to give her delicious food and toys, she would call her sister sweetly and well-behaved.

When Zhou Zehua left in 2004, Mi Hou and he hadn't seen each other for a while.

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Recalling the past, Zhou Zehua's hands never left the top of the head of the Mi Hou and Mi Koi sculptures, gently stroking.

The sculpture image is not as delicate as the wax figure, and Zhou Zehua saw the temperament and feeling that belonged to the two sisters from the sculpture, which could overlap with the impression in his memory.

This sculpture is a master's work, and ordinary craftsmen have no way to convey the charm and temperament of the two sisters in such a way as to restore.

In the surrounding greenery, the scorching sun of Junsha slightly restrained the wantonness, Zhou Fuxi blinked, looked up at the sun, looked away from the sculpture of the two sisters, and noticed an old man with a scar on his face walking over.

When he saw the scar that stretched diagonally across his entire face, he remembered who the old man in front of him was, who was obviously hard and hard, but his steps seemed to be a little unsteady, and he was ready to fall at any time.

The old man's name is Xie Lixiong, and he is originally from Baoqing.

Zhou Fuxi's deepest impression of Baoqing people is ruthlessness.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the Baoqing people wandered around looking for a life, and a group of people went to Wuhan, and the local snake had a conflict, and the two sides fought and killed each other, and then Hu Linyi, the governor of Liangjiang, came forward.

Hu Linyi thought of a way to let one person from each side wear red-hot iron shoes and walk to the boiling oil pot to catch copper coins.

There are people on Baoqing's side, but there is no snake on the ground's side.

Xie Lixiong was not so ruthless, when he was young, he was an idler in the neighborhood, blackmailing students, molesting little girls to play hooligans, looking for honest street vendors to collect protection money, and living an ordinary ruffian life.

Now that he's old, it's the typical situation where bad guys get old.

Xie Lixiong also bumped into Zhou Zehua's hands, at that time, Zhou Zehua had a gentle and elegant temperament, adhering to the principle that to be a man is to use the means of being a man to solve problems, and did not directly kill Xie Lixiong, but just played a trick with him in Baoqing people.

Zhou Zehua naturally didn't have anything, Xie Lixiong left this scar on his face.

With a distance of two meters from him, Xie Lixiong began to stagger on his feet, ready to bump into Zhou Fuxi.

It's just that the old man was about to lie down in front of Zhou Fuxi, when suddenly his footsteps staggered and turned, his body fell forward, and he found that he was really going to fall a big horse monkey, he hurriedly quickened his pace and wanted to raise his upper body to balance.

As a result, he slashed diagonally onto the main road, and his depressed body ran out of the blind corner blocked by the green belt, and was directly hit by a police car and ran over.

"Whoa...... What's going on? As soon as the old acquaintances meet, they want to perform the car of the Porcelain Security Bureau, and we haven't been so brave back then? It's really an old man, and he intends to be a police car. Zhou Fuxi nodded appreciatively, he stood here motionless, and he didn't touch Xie Lixiong, it must have nothing to do with him.

Residents resting in the shade of the trees immediately flocked to the city.

"This old man, finally dead!"

"You keep quiet, if you don't die, he'll be in trouble with you in the house!"

"A person like him, who is only dying now, can be regarded as a long life."

"It must be the face of the afterlife, it's from outside, I don't know his details, I want to touch the porcelain and slander others, who wants to stop it!"

"Comrade, you are out of the police at the speed of light!"

Zhou Fuxi wanted to squeeze in to see the excitement and see if he could help the sheriffs act as mediators, but out of the corner of his eye, he found that there seemed to be a familiar scene in the buildings of the community, like the most familiar picture in the past, which was stripped from his memory and projected into reality.

So he turned around and walked through the crowd of people who were crowding towards the side of the road to watch the excitement, and his steps were so hurried that he even trampled on a toy of an unknown child.

I saw that among the high-standard resettlement buildings, there were a few low-rise buildings.

These low-rise buildings, all two- and three-storey buildings, are enclosed by high barbed wire, and appear to have been cared for and maintained, retaining the nostalgic style of the urban-rural junction architecture of the last century.

People who don't know the inside story will probably think that after the demolition of the dilapidated town, the demolition households who stayed here and stuck to it seemed out of place with the surrounding high-rise buildings, living as if they could not leave the previous world, and as if they were abandoned by the new era.

Only the people of Dawang Town in the past will vaguely remember that these low-rise buildings were the place where a person named Zhou Zehua lived, and the people had long since disappeared, and the company responsible for developing and relocating the community carefully kept the bricks and tiles of these buildings.

No matter how much it is maintained, the uninhabited building will eventually exude a sense of loneliness and emptiness, and the buildings and courtyards that were quite elaborate in the eighties and nineties are only remnants of the old era against the backdrop of the beautiful environment and housing conditions around them today.

Why are these buildings left?

Because they're waiting for him to come back?

Afraid that one day he will finally come back, but he can't find his home, will he feel lonely and lonely, will he be uncomfortable?

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