It was a cliché name, "Xiantang Elementary School".

Xiantang Primary School is actually not far away, and there are few mountains blocking the view from the very high ground of Shangli Village, and the general outline can be faintly seen at the end of the eye.

But this is just a straight-line distance, there will not be a single flat river in the mountains, and those twists and turns will be really tiring enough to walk.

It's just that all these obstacles are not a matter for a guy who wants to screw the throttle to the end.

The roar came from far and near, and the car that bombed the street soon stopped outside the gate of the elementary school that was almost disappearing from the impression, looking at the crowd with a 100% return rate, the third uncle also proudly put on a gesture that he thought was very cool, and whistled fiercely.

Li An, who quickly jumped out of the car with an expressionless face, was quite ashamed of this.

Life again, the scenery of the past reappears as yesterday, people have not changed the scenery has not changed, gradually clear in the mind, and finally the school gate with overlapping pictures hangs the words "Xiantang Primary School". There is not too much embarrassment, the impression of the old teaching building, after walking in, I found that most of the outer layers of the building have begun to decay, the old-fashioned walls are just brushed with cement and lime, at this time some places have fallen off, looking like a dog with ringworm.

In his previous life, after he left shortly after, the old school building also had a wall collapse, which is said to have caused a lot of sensation, and finally seemed to have been suspended for a while, until finally I didn't know how to apply for funds, and it took a long time to tear down the old school building and build a new one next to it. Later, he only passed by many years later, and he glanced at it from a distance, much older than now, but he was already past the age of going to school.

Now that it can really be regarded as a revisit, I can't help but feel a lot of emotion in my heart, and I don't know how to express it.

However, the three-story teaching building is not big, and the place where the admission procedures are done is also on the first floor, as the third uncle said, there are really many "acquaintances". didn't even line up much, and after the formalities, a teacher came to recognize the person, but Ang Lee really couldn't remember who the teacher was.

The teacher with big eyes just took a look, and then?

"Okay?" Ang Lee was a little incredulous.

The third uncle was stunned for a moment, and immediately smug: "Otherwise, what do you want to do? Why, your uncle and I are fast enough!"

Yes, yes, uncle, you're faster than a fast gunner, right?

I still remember when I took my daughter to enroll in school, the kind of picture of dying and alive is tossed enough to recall, and I secretly compare the two, this efficiency, this is the gap.

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.

It's just that as soon as he got out of the school gate, the uncle who was so big that he was irresponsible grinned heartily with a big white tooth, and with a wave of his hand, he directly left Ang Lee, and left without a dust, and he also called it the appointment of a gentleman, which was called justice and awe-inspiring, and asked Ang Lee to wait in place for a while.

I didn't even see anyone when I went to an appointment.

Li An pursed his lips disappreciatively, watching the bombed arcade locomotive run away, staying with this kind of person for a long time in the future, he would sooner or later become abnormal, so he didn't think about it anymore, raised his steps and walked slowly along the other road.

The school is near Peng Village, but it is not in Peng Village. Peng Village is the closest village to the market town, which is often referred to as the "city" in later generations.

The market town is still some way away, and it is estimated that it will be exhausting enough to walk there.

In the previous life, the rural life that most city people wanted to experience was not as good as they imagined, but it was better to live more comfortably, simple days, and live more happily, without living under the huge pressure all the time.

Around the roadside, there are patches of fruit forests one after another. Ang Lee recognized that this was the famous sugar orange in his hometown, also known as October orange, which was very sweet. Almost all the villages here have large areas of land planted by people, and the shadow of this orange can be found almost all over the mountains. There are also a lot of them on the hill behind the old house, but it is not yet ripe.

Familiar and somewhat vague streets, as well as an individual, occasionally seeing small shops, small clinics, are all non-large-scale commercial chains.

Seeing that their faces were full of inquiry and curiosity, but no one really came forward to tease, Li An was a little funny, the local people were simple, but it didn't mean that there was no vigilance and vigilance, and he couldn't recognize the vast majority of people here, just as they didn't know him.

Walking through the chaotic streets, Li An was a little dizzy, and finally walked out of the maze to the exit, looking up at an open plain area, and the moving sound of rushing water that could be heard from afar.

Seeing the four fields, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and I came to this place where I came the most in my previous life.

In the middle, there is a large river that runs through the earth, a large area of white sand on both sides, and a long bridge across the river that takes some time to complete even if you drive, and you can't see the end of the return.

The bridge is still the same bridge, and it has not changed for many years, even if the only time I came back with my wife and daughter to enjoy the scenery, there is still only this bridge that carries many unknown secrets, and has stayed to meet them and witness their existence for many years.

But in this life, only Ang Lee came back.

It seems that many years have come again, but there is no second person in this situation.

His heart couldn't help but throb, at this moment he seemed to see something, he gently stretched out a hand and gently seemed to be holding something, the other arm bent towards his chest as if holding something, the small hand looked weak and couldn't help the wind, but it felt unusually steady, the steps were slow and a little heavy, and his mind seemed to be recalling.

Probably, I was in this position at the time, holding her hand and holding her daughter, and walking along this route across the bridge.

Steadily, Ang Lee walked onto the bridge.

Time and space seem to coincide, vaguely visible that the wind is a little strong that day, the man on the bridge is holding a woman's hand, and he is still holding a little girl whose face is red by the wind in his arms, while walking, he turns around and talks and laughs, the woman behind him covers her mouth and laughs, the wind is very cold, her smile is very warm and charming. Only the little girl in her arms reached out and pulled the brim of the hat with the cartoon on her head lower, and muttered something in her mouth, as if urging.

The impermanence of the wind suddenly blew again, and after the wind passed, it blew away the smoke and dust, leaving only what could not be blown away.

On the bridge, only one person stopped and looked at the empty bridge, and burst into tears.

One person is a bridge, and there is no word for each other.

For a long time, the wind was whistling and whirling, and there were people on the bridge who spoke loudly.

Promise you, next time, bring them with you.

He seemed to say it to it, and he seemed to say it to himself.

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On the way back, Li An found the third uncle waiting on the side of the road, but the third uncle didn't ask Li An about leaving, and Li An didn't ask about the reason for the third uncle's whereabouts.

Li An, who was just leaning on the back of the third uncle, keenly noticed that the third uncle was a little different, he was silent, and he didn't seem to be in good spirits. He even smelled a strange smell, although it was only for a moment, but he still recognized that next to Li San, who was gushing with blood that night, the same smell, that disgusting smell of blood.

Ang Lee somehow gave birth to a bit of heaviness.

It also seemed to be a little darker.