Petro felt like he was having a dream.

In the dream, I was born in an ordinary town, although this town is relatively remote, but it is quiet, few outsiders will come to disturb their lives, and the residents live an ordinary day from sunrise to sunset.

His parents were the farmer's helpers, and his daily work was to feed the horses, chop firewood, and herd the sheep, and the farmer was a bearded grandfather, and it was rumored that he had traveled the world in his early years, and Pietro liked him very much, because he always gave him all kinds of interesting stories.

The farmer's grandfather didn't treat the Pietro family as outsiders at all, and every time they had dinner, they would gather everyone at a big table, and the adults would pour mellow wheat wine, and the children would drink all kinds of juices.

Once Pietro also wanted to try it, but the farmer's grandfather told him that children should not drink, only adults could drink, and then Pietro pestered the farmer's grandfather for a long time, and the farmer's grandfather smiled and promised him that when he became an adult, he would give him the wine he had kept for many years.

Another evening, Pietro drove the sheep into the fold early, and now he was no longer a child, and he could help his elderly parents with some of the work, and with him was an adult border collie.

"Grandpa, I'm driving the sheep back!" Pietro trotted all the way back to the farm, and couldn't help but shout as soon as he entered the door.

"Come back, drink some water, run slowly, don't be so reckless." The farmer's grandfather was cleaning his gun, it was an old rifle, and Pietro had seen the farmer's grandfather often take it out hunting, and once there was a wild bear in the mountains, and the farmer's grandfather used it to drive the bear away.

"Don't talk about this, grandpa, you promised me to tell me a story after herding the sheep today, I still remember the last time you told me the story, it was a horrible orphanage! What about the back, what happened next? Little Pietro moved a stool and sat in front of the farmer's grandfather and asked with some excitement.

The farmer couldn't help but smile when he saw him, and he slowly put down the gun in his hand, wrapped it in sackcloth seriously, and placed it in the gun box, and then got up and walked towards the warehouse.

Pietro didn't disturb the farmer's grandfather, who knew he was going to pour a glass of wine and continue to tell himself the funny story.

The farmer's steps were a little heavy, and he slowly entered the hut next to the house, where his warehouse was stocked with some farm tools and miscellaneous items, and, of course, his most cherished beer.

The pace slowed, and the farmer's burly body stopped in front of the barrel where the beer was stored, and on the edge of the barrel was a line of words written in white paint, although it was broken and old, but the original meaning of the words could be vaguely deduced from a few letters—made by Stark.

His gaze slowly fell on the oak glass next to the barrel, and after a pause, the farmer reached out and picked up two glasses.

Outside the door, Pietro looked forward to it, he hoped that the farmer's grandfather could be faster, faster, and not make him wait so quickly, but a long time ago, the farmer's grandfather told him that sometimes, the most exciting thing is not those stories of light tracks, but waiting.

I don't know how long it took, maybe three minutes, maybe ten minutes, the farmer's grandfather finally came out of the small warehouse, and Pietro smiled widely, but he suddenly noticed that the farmer's grandfather's steps were a little stiff, like an old mechanical part.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" Petero looked at the farmer's legs.

"It's okay, it's just that the time is almost up." A smile tugged at the farmer's stiff face, and he calmly looked at little Pietro in front of him, and walked back to the table with difficulty, step by step, with difficulty, and placed two wine glasses on the table.

Seeing Pietro's worried look, the farmer smiled and pushed one of the cups in front of Pietro.

"Grandpa, didn't you say that children can't drink?" Petro looked at the cup in front of him and didn't reach for it.

"You're not a child anymore, Pietro, though you're always a child in front of me." The farmer picked up the wine glass to himself, and the mellow and warm liquor flowed down his throat to his stomach, causing him to let out a pleasant moan.

There was a brief silence in the farm, save for the sound of the farmer drinking.

Petro thought quietly, he turned his head to look at the kennel, the border herd that had grown up with him had disappeared at some point, and only the mat covered with dog hair remained.

It was a long time before Pietro couldn't help but break the silence. "Grandpa, actually... I don't belong here, do I? ”

The farmer put down the cup, the expression on his face still flat, but with a little love. "Unfortunately, my child, I can't tell you the answer to this question."

"I, I remember every day of life here, but..."

Pietro's gaze looked around little by little, as if he wanted to imprint every inch of this place in his mind. "But a voice in my heart told me that this wasn't my real life."

"So, kid, what's your choice?"

"I don't know." Petro said in a deep voice, looking at the old farmer grandfather in front of him, the years had left countless marks on the old man's face, dyeing his beard and hair white.

"Do you want to stay here?"

"Of course." Petro stood up, not realizing that he was tall enough to look down on the farmer sitting on a stool. "But a voice kept telling me that I had important things to do."

"Then do it, kid." The farmer's voice was soft, but as heavy as a bell.

Petero's eyes widened. "Can I get out of here?"

Seeing Pietro's reaction, the farmer just smiled. "I don't know, I haven't tried to get out of here."

Hearing this, Pietro was stunned.

He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, looking at the old farmer who had raised him for many years, Pietro lowered his head and was silent.

Time freezes in this moment, and everything on the farm stands still, the grass blown by the wind, the butterflies fluttering among the flowers, and the droplets of water spraying from the shower, everything stops in place.

It's as if someone pressed the pause button, so that the movie that is playing freezes in this frame, and everything in the world is controlled by this great force and cannot operate.

I don't know how long it took, but the farmer put down the wine glass in his hand, but in front of him, there was no Pietro in sight.

Only the glass full of beer was left, which remained on the table.

“.... Ah, it should be put away... Let's drink it next time..."

...

The whole world fell silent.

Petro only felt his thoughts wandering unconsciously, he didn't know where he was, he didn't know how much time had passed, it was like being in a dream, chaotic and silent.

It took him a long time to regain his shattered consciousness, and it gradually fused together, and for a moment, he sensed the attraction of his own body towards him.

Countless sensations returned to him, all sorts of indistinguishable messages, and his body seemed to transmit a lot of inexplicable information back to his brain, and these touches and noises almost shattered his consciousness again.

Finally, his eyelids trembled and slowly opened, and Pietro's consciousness took over the body.

In front of him, Zhang Yu was holding the steering wheel with one hand and stuffing a piece of ham pizza into his mouth with the other.

Pietro opened his eyes, and Zhang Yu munched on the food in his mouth while muttering his mouth.

"You're finally awake, do you want something to eat?"

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