"What's going on? Am I not dead?"

The wolf opened his eyes, his dark eyeballs staring at the beams of the room in confusion. On the surrounding walls, a few worn-out newspapers were pasted. A small window was opening, revealing the courtyard wall outside.

The courtyard wall is made of stone and earth, forming a small courtyard. The east and west ends of the courtyard are filled with toon trees, and in the center of the courtyard, a stout persimmon tree rises.

"It's... This is, this is my home! How can this be? How am I going to go back to where I lived when I was a child?"

The wolf was taken aback, how could such a bizarre thing happen to him? The wolf was an atheist, and although he could kill a few people with a little effort, he couldn't believe it was true.

"That's right, it's a dream, I'm definitely dreaming, I'm going to lie down, and when I open my eyes, I'll wake up from the dream, yes, it must be like this. ”

The wolf tore through the quilt next to him, covered his head, and wanted to sleep.

This is also terrible, the dilapidated little mud house, the old courtyard, as early as more than ten years ago, was stripped off and replaced with a beautiful big tiled house, and the courtyard wall was replaced with cement red bricks, how could it be possible to go back to where now? Isn't this a dream?

However, this dream is too real, this earthen house, this earthen wall, these big trees, and the little people painted on the walls are exactly the same as the memories in the depths of my mind. Could it be that I am too tired? I once heard my grandfather say that when people get older, they will be nostalgic, but they are only 26 years old.

The wolf kept complaining in his heart, he really couldn't sleep. This dream is full of strangeness. I am already dead, how can I still dream. Do ghosts also dream?

"Oh! no. ”

The wolf sat up, reached out and touched his neck, and then suddenly ran out of the hut, and stood beside a basin filled with water, with a pair of large black eyes, staring at the reflection in the basin, and his face was pale, as if something terrible had happened.

I saw the figure of a child reflected in the basin, about seven or eight years old, with a thin figure, dark and rough skin, sallow and slightly pale cheeks, obviously caused by malnutrition.

The wolf ran back into the house in a panic, his mind in a state of confusion, which was clearly what he looked like when he was nine years old. Who is the man in the dream who is holding a broken blade and killing himself on a cliff? Is that a dream? But if it is a dream, why is the scene in the dream so real? There are so many things, I feel the same way, as if it happened yesterday!

If self-inflicted murder is true, then what's going on now? The wolf closed his eyes and rubbed his swollen forehead. My mind slowly immersed myself in the so-called dream.

The wolf is not the boy's name, the boy's surname is Leng, the single name is a fan character, and the neighbors in the street call him a dog baby, Leng Fan was a sick man when he was young, and in order to make a good living, the family gave him the name dog baby.

Leng Fan in the dream, his fate is extremely tragic. When he was a child, his mother was not by his side, and the children in the village did not play with him, when he was an outlier, he often joined forces to bully Xiao Lengfan, it can be said that Xiao Lengfan was beaten by others, therefore, Xiao Lengfan hated his mother.

When she was in middle school, Leng Fan fell in love with a beautiful female classmate, that beautiful female classmate, she didn't look down on him at all, and the reason why she messed with Leng Fan every day was entirely because she fell in love with Leng Fan's handsome brother.

When Leng Fan wanted to relieve the tension with her mother, her mother died of illness, causing Leng Fan to regret it for life.

In the end, Leng Fan relied on his own ability to snatch a sword of the Son of Heaven from the Japanese, but was besieged and killed by three families and four factions on the rivers and lakes, and finally had to kill himself on the cliff.

It has only been a year since his debut, but he has made a great reputation, thinking carefully and calmly, handling things with sophistication and viciousness, and cruel and vicious.

No one knows where he came from or where he's going. I only know that he keeps shuttling around the world, and almost all the famous big cases at that time have him.

Therefore, people who know him have given him some names that are easy to remember, some people call him a wolf wolf, some people call him a blood wolf, some people call him a lone wolf, and some people call him a lone wolf, and so on A series of ferocious and tyrannical names, and finally because there are too many differences, they are collectively called wolves.

Leng Fan lay calmly on the kang, not calm in his heart. His mind was confused, even a little panicked, and he didn't know where to go.

"Pedaling"

Footsteps came, Leng Fan was like a furry wild cat, his whole body was tense, and he looked like a cheetah ready to hunt, his eyes were shining cold, staring at the door. The mind is not as chaotic as it was just now, but it is unusually clear, and the brain is working at a high frequency, analyzing the dangers and uncertain situations that may occur in front of you.

The footsteps of the people who come are vain, chaotic and disorganized, the breathing is heavy and disorderly, and the mood seems to be a little excited, dangerous, zero.

Then, Leng Fan's body slowly relaxed. His eyes were still fixed on the door, as if he was expecting something.

It's a long story, but it's only a dozen seconds. The curtain on the door was suddenly lifted, and a little girl of seven or eight years old ran in.

The little girl's name is Liu Xia, a very rustic and heroic name. She is seven years old this year, her face is ruddy, and her body is actually taller than nine-year-old Leng Fan. His clothes were covered with dust. Two small dimples laughed and hung on his lips vividly.

The little girl hurriedly climbed onto the kang, lifted Leng Fan's quilt and shouted, "Brother, brother, get up, your mother has called you, go and pick it up." ”

"Mom, Mom, my mom called me?"

Leng Fan's eyes were glazed, and he looked at the little girl in front of him with a little stunned.

"Hehe, brother, are you so happy, my aunt calls you every six months, this time it's longer, it's been almost a year, I thought my aunt didn't want you anymore."

The little girl looked at her brother's stupid appearance and replied happily. How did she know. The reason why Leng Fan was stupid was not what she said, but because Leng Fan knew that his mother was still alive, and that was it.

"Hey, brother, wait for me, don't run so fast, hum bad brother. ”

"Xiaxia, I'll go first, I'll wait for you at your house, you run slower, don't fall. Otherwise, Erniang should scold me again."

Leng Fan shouted while running, Erniang is not the meaning of his father's little wife, but a strange name in the village, and they usually arrange the people who are close to them. It's the same thing that Liu Xia called Leng Fan's mother an aunt.

"Two, Erniang. Where's my mom's phone?"

"No, over there, it's not hanging yet. Go and answer it, long-distance calls are a waste of money. ”

Erniang pointed with her right hand and pointed to a white phone on the counter, and the receiver of the phone was gently leaning to the side.

The second mother's family opened a small shop to sell some daily necessities to the village, and also had a little assets. His husband was even more brainy, and he didn't know where to get a dilapidated telephone, which was a strange commodity in a remote mountain village, and it was the only one in the whole village, and it didn't make much money for their family.

"Hey~" Leng Fan grabbed the microphone, his voice trembled a little, and his palms holding the microphone were full of sweat.

"Xiao, Xiaofan, I'm my mother!

"I have been thinking, Mom, my son really misses you! Mom, after you leave, my son's mind is full of you."

Mother's voice is still so gentle, so delicate, it is like a lake of nectar, slowly pouring into Leng Fan's heart, nourishing his wounded soul.

Leng Fan had tears in the corners of his eyes, he was so happy, he knew that all this was true. He clearly remembers that after this phone call, his mother would return to him again in less than three years. Give him love, give him care.

After chattering for more than ten minutes, Leng Fan ended the call under Erniang's surprised gaze.

"Erniang, thank you for giving you money".

Leng Fan took out a few crumpled coins and put them on the counter. Five cents, that is, five dimes. At that time, it was not a small amount, but Leng Fan often went up the mountain to collect medicine, and it took seven or eight days to save it intermittently.

The so-called collection of medicine is not that Leng Fan understands pharmacology and will save lives and help the injured. Rather, it is the old and young in the village, and many people rely on collecting medicine to get some change. They also know some popular herbs such as "Bupleurum", "Pan Feng", "Red Root" and so on.

"This kid, what's going on today? It's weird!"

Erniang looked at the coins on the counter and quickly put them away, her brows tightened, and she seemed to be a little puzzled.

She couldn't understand Leng Fan's actions today, she remembered that every time his mother called, Leng Fan was very numb, and he coped with things without saying a word, and he had never been so happy as today.

His face was immature, but his eyes were full of aggression, and he felt very mature and wise.

"I'm blind, my mother has been looking at people for half her life, how can there be such an outrageous feeling today? Forget it, let's go make up for sleep first, this loser's old man, what was he tossing around last night, the old lady was in a trance early in the morning. Hmph!" Erniang said as she spoke, her face turned red, she looked around carefully, and exhaled as if she was relaxed when she saw that there was no one around. twisted his waist and quietly walked away.