In the huge jungle, the vegetation is luxuriant, and all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, insects, ants, and beasts can be seen everywhere.

Liu Pingsan and the two walked in this jungle.

Halfway through, Huang Daoming suddenly squatted down and grabbed a piece of grass from the ground.

Huang Daoming put those herbs in his mouth and chewed them carefully, and he didn't speak for a long time, and after a while, he saw him say helplessly: "Yellow and white grass, also known as fingertip flowers, is a primary-level elixir, named because of the yellow and white leaves of its grass. If this illusion can even fake the sense of taste and physical reaction, it can only mean that the two of us are illusory, and it seems that everything that appears here should be true!"

Liu Pingsan nodded and asked, "Brother Huang, why did you say that all of them are plants here, and they don't live all the time?"

On September 12, 2019, accompanied by my parents, I left the small mountain town where I had lived for 19 years and took the high-speed train to Chengdu. And the distance between me and my hometown, as the scenery outside the window gradually changed from plains to mountains, and from mountains to plains, passing through tunnels and crossing bridges. From Hanzhong to Guangyuan, and then to Mianyang and Chengdu, the distance between time and space has become more and more profound in the transformation of platforms and platforms. At that moment, a sentence suddenly appeared in my mind - hometown, far away.

When I first arrived in Chengdu, it rained for several days in a row, and the temperature dropped sharply, and it seemed that I had transitioned from midsummer to late autumn, which made me, who was still planning to spend another month or two in Chengdu, feel the chill of autumn here in advance. The few short-sleeved shirts I had brought with me from home were no longer enough to keep me warm, and I was too shy to spare any money to buy autumn clothes. So, at the entrance of the cafeteria, between the teaching buildings, and beside Ginkgo Avenue, if anyone pays attention, they will find a shabby-dressed, hurried figure, who often holds a book borrowed from the library in his hand, and always wears a black and white checkered shirt with tiny fur balls. It's just that people are used to paying attention to those glamorous and beautiful talents, and no one will pay attention to the lonely figure of a poor sour boy. But it allows me to stay away from the crowd, not to be confined to human feelings, to hike alone in the dark, and to think about the meaning of life by the way, even now I can't tell whether life comes from nothing or from nothing.

On National Day, I didn't go home, and there was no other reason, just because I was reluctant to pay more than 700 yuan for the fare back and forth. The only trip out of the middle is to go to Bazhong to find a long-distance girlfriend who is still in high school and has not seen each other for half a year, we are holding a small umbrella in the heavy rain, snuggling up to each other, like a lonely island floating in the sea, it seems that everything has some hazy beauty, but I didn't think that meeting became the last meeting with each other. We broke up shortly after we came back, and I brought it up at the time, and she didn't ask me why. Every day after that, whenever I think about the process of the breakup that day, I feel heartache because we seem to even break up as before, tacitly knowing each other.

Because of different life trajectories, we haven't messaged each other for several weeks before we broke up, and even if we suddenly have time to play with our phones, we will think that she (he) must still be busy and can't see it, so I dismiss the idea of texting each other. Until the day of the breakup, I lay in bed and edited a message for her on WeChat: "I feel a little tired. ”

She immediately replied to me, "Can't you hold on?"

Me: "Hmm. ”

Her: "Okay, then...... Shall we leave it at that?"

Me: "Okay. ”

Really, when I say the word "good", my heart is relaxed for a moment. But the moment I ended chatting with her and turned off my phone, my tears suddenly gushed out, from the quiet flow at the beginning to the wailing and crying later, and my mind just kept repeating the phrase "no ...... home"

In mid-October, my parents called me from home. My mother told me that it was raining in my hometown these days, and it was already a bit autumn, and asked me if the weather in Chengdu was good, and if you would like to send me two sweaters and a quilt; my father told me that they were busy picking chestnuts in the mountains these days, and the walnuts at home should also be hunted on the trees, and asked me if I would like to send me some walnuts and chestnuts. I listened patiently and told them not to worry too much about me and to pay attention to their bodies before doing anything.

A few days later, I received a heavy package containing a bag of mountain goods, two coats and a futon sent from my hometown. When I gave walnuts and chestnuts to my roommates, they were obviously not interested, and indeed, compared to the duck necks and rabbit heads they brought from home, I was a little simple and shabby. So, I had to put a few walnuts in my pocket before each class, and use the class time to secretly crack them, and taste the bitterness and sweetness with the taste of hometown alone.

In the nineteen years before my life, I had never really left home, and I had always lived in a radius of 100 miles from home, and perhaps it was because I never left that I didn't pay attention to it. Until one day, when I left the place and saw different scenery and experienced different stories, all of a sudden, my life began to become detailed and vivid, and those things and emotions that I had never cared about in my past life were magnified in an instant, becoming clear, sincere, and indescribable, but I could not forget.

I have also come to understand that the so-called hometown is never a fixed place or area, but an emotion and memory. So, no matter which direction you are heading, as long as you take that step, your hometown will always be behind you. She is watching your back from a short distance, you can see her, but you can never get close. Then, she will smile at you, beckon, and say softly, "Don't be afraid, child, just go ahead." ”

I have been wondering what kind of title I should give to such a woman, and it would be better to say her own name, but unfortunately, I don't know her name, nor where her hometown is, or how old she is, the only thing I know is that she is Nara's wife, she looks thin and short, she is not very old, she has become ill at some point, and then it is getting worse, she died the morning before yesterday, and she will be buried in the earth by her husband today.

The living are still running for their fate, and the dead may also be worried about firewood, rice, oil and salt.

For such a stranger, I gave myself pity, pity, sympathy, in fact, sometimes I can't even figure out what it is, because I don't know her, I really don't know, I don't know a friend, I haven't said a word, and the only little understanding I have about her is just a few words I heard from a third person, but I just heard it one by one.

I heard that she was only a sophomore in high school when she fell in love with Nara, and she stopped going to school for love and came to such a small mountain village from Xi'an, I heard that her parents did not approve of them being together, and they were forced to agree to their marriage only after she became pregnant with a child, and I heard that she could not cook, do not do laundry, and could not do farm work.

I actually want to know if she regretted it, regretted her original decision, chose and gave up, maybe she should have had a better and more gorgeous life, she could go to a bigger city, see more beautiful scenery. But I think she shouldn't have thought about it before she died, after all, only when a person is about to die can she have a deeper sense of what is the most precious thing to her.

She may say to her husband, I'm sorry, I can't stay with you anymore, she may say that I just can't worry about the baby, or she may say, look at you, you've taken care of me for so long, you've lost weight, your hair should be cut, and you should wash your face. Of course, she may just hold her husband's hand, trying her best to remember what he looks like, and then smile at the corner of her mouth, leaving the last tear of her life......

Life can never stand scrutiny, any small storm may destroy a sprout of life, the deceased will forget their past and present lives, and people in the world are still looking for their own paradise. I am in the world of the living, commemorating the dead, she may feel it, or it may be just my own nagging, but I believe that it is always meaningful, at least someone can remember, at least someone can remember, at least someone can remember, she at least does not come in silence, go in silence, this is the meaning, this is the value that people pursue in their lives - to be remembered by some people!