"Crack, click..." A bolt of snow-white lightning flashed across the dark sky like the angry sword of the god, splitting the dark world into a flash of light.

"Rumble..." As the lightning suddenly flashed, a raindrop the size of a soybean, accompanied by rapid thunder, rushed towards the earth. In an instant, a hazy water vapor enveloped the entire small mountain village.

In this violent storm.

In the northeast corner of the village, there is a small courtyard close to the mountain, and a ray of dim light shines through the crack of the living room door.

"Master, I am here, my disciple Jiang Qingming bows down..."

A thin old man with an old face and gray hair held a bunch of incense and bowed respectfully three times. Then he looked up at the shrine and said bitterly: "Master, my disciple Xiaosun has been missing for more than three years and there is no news.

Still don’t know if it’s life or death…”

"In the past few decades, my disciple has followed the instructions of his ancestors, hanging pots to help the world, and countless lives have been saved. In the past three years, he has even given out medicines and medicines to the sick, without taking any money or things from the patients... I only hope that the ancestors will keep my disciple's grandson safe..."

After that, the thin old man held the incense and bowed respectfully towards the statue, and then placed the incense on the incense burner in front of the shrine.

At this time, another lightning flashed outside, and then the small light bulb above the head, which was no more than fifteen watts, quietly went out with this flash, leaving only the bunch of fragrant incense sticks on the incense burner emitting a faint red light.

Light.

"The circuit breaker tripped again..." Looking at the suddenly dark room, the old man sighed softly, then turned around and walked slowly towards the side room.

Immediately afterwards, another flash of lightning flashed, and the room suddenly lit up again. Then with a flash of lightning, you could vaguely see an extremely ancient statue of an old man in ancient costume on top of the shrine.

The old man walked back to his room, sat on the bed, with a sad look on his face, stood next to the window, passed through the rain curtain, looked at the small wing opposite with the lightning that flashed from time to time outside, and murmured

Authentic: "Xiaoyuan...my Xiaoyuan, where are you...how can you leave grandpa alone...grandpa shouldn't have let you go on a bicycle trip, shouldn't have let you go..."

The old man held the window lattice lightly, tears streaming down his face. The turbid tears slowly dripped down his cheeks and fell on the window edge drop by drop, mixed with the cold rain, and then disappeared.

Just as the old man's eyes were filled with tears, suddenly a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky over the yard again, followed by "rumbling" thunder sounds continuously in the sky.

Feeling the power of heaven and earth, the old man shuddered, and then he was about to close the window and door with trembling hands. Suddenly his face froze, and he looked at the small side room opposite where his grandson used to live, with a look of astonishment on his face.

Suddenly, the old man's hands started to tremble, and then he turned around and walked quickly towards the door.

The old man walked quickly through the hall, then approached the small wing on the left. Looking at the door of the small wing in the darkness, his eyes suddenly widened.

Because he saw wisps of white light coming out from the cracks in the door of the small wing, just like the white light he had just seen faintly coming from the window of the opposite wing in the room.

Second, it’s just that it’s clearer now that it’s at the door.

"Xiao...Xiaoyuan? Xiaoyuan...is that you?" the old man asked in a trembling voice, looking toward the door.

"Xiaoyuan...Xiaoyuan, are you in there?" There was no sound inside. Except for the faint white light coming from the crack in the door, it seemed that there was nothing inside.

The old man's heart was pounding at this moment. He had lived for six or seventy years and had never seen anything, but he really couldn't figure out what was going on with the situation in front of him.

But thinking of his precious grandson, the old man gritted his teeth and looked at the door. Just as he was about to push it open, he saw that the faint white light that was originally flickering had disappeared at some point;

At that moment, the old man's heart became tense. He didn't know what had happened. He immediately stretched out his hand and pushed open the door. He held his breath and stretched his head to look inside.

Taking advantage of the lightning outside, I looked over and my eyes suddenly widened again. I saw that there seemed to be an extra person on the small bed that had been empty for three years.

"Xiao Yuan? Xiao Yuan!" As another lightning flashed outside the window, the old man's eyes widened and he looked at the figure on the bed with his eyes wide open. After a moment of surprise, he rushed over with a trembling voice.

Throwing himself to the bed, the old man looked at the young man lying quietly on the bed with tears and excitement, which was a little strange but very familiar, but obviously much more mature than the child he remembered. Finally he couldn't help but choked up.

stand up.

The young man lying quietly at the head of the bed seemed not to hear the shouts of the old man next to him at this time. He just lay there quietly like this. If the old man hadn't confirmed that he was still breathing, he would have been frightened...

The old man nervously wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, then reached out to check the boy's pulse. After confirming that the boy was probably asleep, he felt relieved, picked up the quilt beside him, and covered the boy with caution.

He took out the boy's clean underwear that he had kept from the closet on the side and gently placed them on the bedside for the boy.

"Xiao Yuan... Grandpa has been keeping your clothes... waiting for you to wear them when you come back... When you wake up, you can put them on yourself..."

After putting down his clothes, the old man trotted to the ancestor's shrine in the main room. With tears in his eyes, he kowtowed to the ancestor several times: "Thank you, ancestor, for your mercy...Thank you, ancestor..."

After kowtowing, the old man trotted back to the room, moved a chair and sat aside, staring at his sleeping grandson, for fear that his grandson would suddenly disappear again.

The sleeping young man's eyes under his eyelids were trembling constantly, and pictures were repeatedly reappearing in his mind...

"Jiang Yuan...go...go quickly, take it with you...let's break up the rear..."

"Captain... no, I won't go... I can't go alone..."

"Asshole... let's go... have you forgotten that you still have to go home, you have to go back to your grandfather... You have already paid too much for us. Back then... I shouldn't have dragged you into being our team doctor.

Now I order you to take it back and don’t die with us!"

"Remember... after taking it back, don't mention anything again, don't pursue anything again... We risk life and death for the superiors, but this time it fell into the hands of our own people because of this. It must be very important, and we must not let him

Falling into the hands of these people..."

"You must go back..."

"Bang bang..." The boy stumbled and ran forward hard, shooting two shots behind him casually, then covering a wound on his left abdomen that was bleeding continuously, and rolled into the road.

Among the thick vines next to it...

"I'm sorry...Captain...I can't take it away..." Listening to the increasingly dense footsteps around him, the young man who had been avoiding the pursuers alone for more than ten hours gasped, and with a wry smile, he casually hit the man who had already been beaten.

He threw away the empty pistol and looked at the small alloy box in his hand. There was a hint of curiosity in his desperate eyes.

Then he gently pressed the password that the captain told him before leaving, and after hearing the soft "click" sound, he gently opened the door, which attracted seventeen or eight elite troops and mercenaries from various countries to snatch it with all their strength.

three years old small box.

Looking at the object in the small box, the boy's eyes widened for a moment, with a hint of surprise and weirdness in his eyes; because what he saw in this box was a fully enclosed glass bottle more than thirty centimeters long, and

Inside this glass bottle was a strange red kitten that was curled up into a ball and seemed to be sleeping.

Looking at the kitten, the boy was stunned. After just two seconds, he came to his senses and smiled softly. He never thought that so many people had been snatching the kitten for so long.

The thing turned out to be a weird cat.

The young man shook his head slowly, reached out to hold the last high-explosive bomb on his belt, pulled it gently, and then placed the high-explosive bomb that had begun to slowly emit a wisp of smoke into the box.

, then turned to look to the east and murmured: "Grandpa...I'm sorry...my grandson is unfilial..."

"boom..."

In the bright light that filled his entire vision and mind, the boy's seemingly long eyelashes flicked slowly a few times, and then he slowly opened his eyes...

"Where is this?"

Looking at the canvas-covered roof that seemed particularly familiar, a trace of confusion flashed in the young man's eyes, and then he slowly turned his head and looked around.

Slowly, the scenery in the dim room came into view, and scenes of familiar scenes began to emerge from the depths of the somewhat distant memory.

"I...go home? I...go home!"

The young man's trembling eyes finally noticed the old man lying next to his bed. Although the image in his memory of just black hair with a few strands of white hair was completely different, he still clearly recognized that it was him.

Grandpa who worries about me day and night.

"Grandpa..." The young man's heart palpitated for a while, and a trace of tears flashed in his eyes. He knew clearly that the old man's hair had turned gray in just a few years, and it must be because of him.

He closed his eyes slightly and took two deep breaths. Although he didn't understand why he suddenly returned to his home thousands of miles away when he should have died when the high-explosive bomb exploded, but

No matter what, this was a fact that made him extremely excited.

Carefully lifting the quilt, the young man realized that he was not wearing any clothes. After a moment of surprise, he discovered that the two gunshot wounds on his left abdomen and right leg no longer existed at some point, and on his left shoulder and right chest.

The two old scars at the eye area have actually disappeared; even the skin around the eye area is smooth and smooth, as if there has never been any injury.

Astonished, the young man carefully checked his whole body again, and then he confirmed that none of the scars representing his achievements that he had left in recent years, not even the scars on his left arm that were left after being vaccinated with cowpox when he was a child.

The acne scars and marks have disappeared.

Just when he was surprised, he discovered that where his cowpox was originally, there was a light red tattoo the size of an egg looming in the darkness, and this tattoo looked like a curled up kitten, but.

..The tail seems a little bit big...

"What is this?" The young man reached out and touched it. He felt that the skin where the tattoo was was smooth and delicate, without any discomfort at all. However, the tattoo was as if it was embedded in the skin, and it just existed.

Looking at this red tattoo, the boy felt more and more familiar. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he remembered the small metal box that he and others had snatched for three years. When he finally opened the box, he found the strange red small box inside.

Cat, doesn’t it look like the tattoo on my arm?

"Does it have something to do with that kitten..." He remembered that he was holding the small box and blew himself up, but after the explosion, he suddenly returned home, and the young man gently stroked the wound on his left arm.

This tattoo, muttering...

The boy who sat on the bedside and froze for a while, seemed to have figured something out, shook his head with a wry smile, and just looked at the familiar white T-shirt and jeans on the bedside, and the brushed pair under the bed.

The canvas shoes were as white as new, and there was a sore look in his eyes. Without disturbing the sleeping old man, he carefully put on his clothes and shoes that were obviously a little too short, and walked out of the door slowly.

The heavy rain has long since stopped. The old osmanthus tree in the yard is still the same as it was three years ago. Only the small petals fell to the ground in the violent storm last night, and more dots of beige flowers are among the branches and leaves.

Blooming slowly.

Smelling the faint fragrance of osmanthus that rippled with the morning breeze in the yard, and looking at the familiar shaking well with a slightly rusty feel, and the cement floor that still had some moisture in it, the young man smiled slightly.

He closed his eyes and raised his head and breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling the refreshing smell in the still moist air, he smiled...

"No matter what... I'm... back... finally back!"

Looking at the familiar scenes in the courtyard, the small stone table, the shaking well, and the horizontal bar made of green bamboo beside the well platform, the young man smiled sadly, then habitually reached out and took off his T-shirt, and slowly walked into the concrete

Pingzhong, spread out...
To be continued...