I believed what I saw. This child gave me an intuition. I felt that he was the mustache when he was a teenager. Maybe it was my outfit and anxious look that scared him. When he turned around and ran,
I jumped after him. I really wanted to call his name, but until now, I don't know what the mustache is called.
This child ran very fast. I was wrapped in a heavy coat and a heavy backpack, and I was left far away in a few minutes. At this time, he seemed a little green, just a careless child, but when he ran, he was running very fast.
His movements seemed to have some traces of his mustache, they were crisp and agile.
I was not familiar with the surrounding terrain. Although I chased desperately, the distance became farther and farther. I didn’t want to give up, but this child gradually took me to the depths of the short mountain. He began to disappear behind me through the vegetation on the mountain.
within my field of vision. However, I am still chasing, trying my best to chase.
Just as I was chasing him persistently, I saw the figure of the child suddenly appear in the grass in the distance. He was standing in the knee-deep grass, staring at me with an indescribable emotion in his eyes. I quickly
I wanted to call him back and tell him that I didn't mean any harm, but the child didn't listen at all. He just looked at me for a minute, then bent down and disappeared into the grass.
"What are you going to do!" I was a little short of breath and a little angry as I chased. Suddenly, a stone bounced from somewhere in the grass, and it crashed directly onto my forehead. I felt
My vision went dark, and I was about to faint from the pain. I couldn't help but squat down and covered my head.
The pebbles hit by the slingshot kept me from recovering for a long time. When the stars in front of my eyes disappeared, the child had completely disappeared. I wanted to cry a little, but also wanted to laugh a little. Mustache, what a talent.
When he was still a little kid, I couldn't fight him anymore.
This chase made me completely lost in the depths of a hill. I had no choice but to follow the original path and return to the place where I met the child. I guessed that he lived nearby, so as long as I could find a place with people,
, maybe you can find out some relevant things.
I followed the path and arrived at the foot of the hill in one breath. There were no signposts, so I had to look for them by myself. I walked a long way in one direction, and the more I looked, the less it looked like someone was inhabited. Then I turned around and headed towards
I walked in the opposite direction and wasted a lot of time. It was only when the sun set that I faintly saw a small village on the other side of a small river.
I took my belongings with me and held the big bag on my forehead, and rushed into the village quickly. There were only a dozen households in the small village. It was dinner time, and some households were smoking. After that, I saw
Some people in the village, we all looked at each other in surprise.
I couldn't tell anything else, but judging from their attire, it was obvious that they were out of touch with the current era. This place has beautiful scenery, but there may be few outsiders. As soon as I showed up, a few big-assed dolls dragged two buckets of clean water.
Nose was watching from a short distance away.
According to my old habit, I first asked someone about the current location and time. The results I got made me somewhat confused.
A villager who was nearly thirty years old told me that this place is at the corner of Jiajiang River, not far from Nanjing. The time period is more than ten years different from the correct time. This may be the largest time span I have ever experienced.
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However, it was this relatively large span of time that made my previous thoughts stronger. Was the child who smashed my slingshot the underage Mustache? Mustache's nest should be in Nanjing.
I immediately asked the villagers to inquire about this child, but I didn’t even know the most basic information about him. I could only describe him based on the appearance I had seen before. Two or three villagers were a little confused, and the dialect they spoke made me a little confused.
I didn’t understand. It took a lot of effort to communicate with each other, so I begged them to think about it.
It's easy for people to be suspicious of me now. The villagers stared at me and seemed hesitant. I quickly took out the money and gave two to each person. But they looked at the little red fish in my hand and didn't seem to recognize it.
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"More than ten years ago, weren't these red notes in circulation?" I was at my wits end, so I took a few more cans and unopened cigarettes.
They took the cans and cigarettes, and finally told me that the person I was looking for seemed to be the son of the family at the end of the village. I asked after them, but they couldn't tell much about the situation. In fact, this family did not belong to this small family.
The village, they came from outside. This family is a bit strange. They have almost no contact with other people. Two women and one child, open up wasteland to grow some vegetables and find some wild products from the mountains. In short, they live a very hard life.
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It was already dark by this time, so I asked about the situation and ran directly towards the end of the village. About three hundred meters away from the village, I saw the house that the villagers mentioned.
Several small huts were completely dark. I stopped outside a row of low bamboo fences and tentatively called the door. But there might really be no one in the house. I called for a long time but there was no response. According to the villagers
He said that this family lives a very regular life and should be having dinner at this time.
I really couldn't help it anymore, I looked around a little guiltily, and then pushed open the fence door. There was no one at home, and there was a lock on the low door of the cabin.
"Did they leave temporarily?" I felt that it was the shock and pursuit when I saw the children that made them feel unsafe and left here temporarily.
What does this mean? Mustache’s boyhood was also spent in this anonymity and frightened environment.
I got into the house through a window, and I could see that although the furnishings in the hut were simple or even crude, they were usually kept clean and tidy. However, at this time, the house was a little messy, and some things had been taken away.
Some may have been left behind because the owner left in a hurry.
This is a very ordinary farmhouse, and I didn't see anything surprising. I wanted to find even the slightest clue related to the mustache to confirm my guess, but it was a pity.
Finally, I finally chose to give up. The owner of the hut left, and I couldn't find anything useful. I tried my best to convince myself that this was the past, and no matter what, it was the past.
When I was about to leave the cabin, I accidentally saw something at the foot of the bed. When I picked it up, my hand shook.
This is an old photo, which may have been kept in a book. It is kept flat and intact. In the photo, there is a family of three, a dull father, a smiling mother, and a carefree child...
"Why is there this old photo here!"
My mind was suddenly congested. This old photo had been well preserved, and it might have been accidentally lost when I was leaving in a hurry. I shivered and took out the old photo that I had kept close to my heart. They were exactly the same, and they were obviously the same person.
A piece of negative film was developed.
A somewhat strange family, two women and a child. Who are they? Why do they have this old photo!
With doubts, I left the yard and waited outside all night. The owner of the hut did not come back. When I stood up facing the first ray of sunshine, I thought that they might never come back to this place again.
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My mood became unstable again, because looking at the empty courtyard touched a certain nerve in me. I felt as if I was also lost, without any sense of belonging. Like them, I would be wandering forever with no fixed abode.
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This is a very helpless, sad and scary feeling, because I already know my fate, but I still have to keep running, and I can't stop even one step. I don't know when I can stop and truly calm down.
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I didn't gain anything here in Jiajiang, so I returned to the Xiangxiong ruins. Waiting for a long time in a place like Ali was too much for Su Ri and the others. I apologized a little and looked for Xiao Hu and Lei Yingxiong's team.
In fact, it's just my business, and I don't want to drag anyone down.
We can leave Ali and the Zhangzhong site, but my search cannot stop. I still need the fragments and I still have to search. I discussed it with Su Ri and he can’t make the final decision on this matter. I need to ask Jila Yi for instructions.
Wood.
Immediately afterwards, we returned to Shiquan River and met with the monk and Zhang Houhou. After that, Su Ri took me to Malkang, where I met Jila Yimu.
This was a frail old man who had hemiplegia due to a stroke. He sat quietly in a wheelchair with a blanket draped over him. I couldn’t understand what he was saying and needed someone around him to translate. I directly told him about the fragments and asked for a temporary break.
By the way, maybe Su Ri had already communicated with Ji La Yimu, so after Ji La Yimu spat out some bytes indistinctly, the people around him told me that Ji La Yimu said he didn't have any of my requirements.
Reason for refusal.
"He asked me to tell you." The person in charge of the translation said to me: "A person who will not forget his friends and partners will not forget his own heart. Such a person is worthy of help."
"Can you tell me the origin of Gaimi Du?" I knew that talking about Yin Mian to him at this time might violate Kira Yimu's taboo, but besides him, who else could know who Yin Mian was?
However, what surprised me was that although Ji La Yimu adopted Gloomy Face, he actually didn’t know much about this adopted son. It was a long time ago, and Ji La Yimu’s organization had been established for a while, because Xixia
The old place is the last place where the Dangxiang Qiang people have frequent activities, so Ji Layimu and his friends went to Tengger and some nearby ancient Xixia city sites in person, hoping to excavate the things left by the Dangxiang Qiang people.
When Kira Yimu first met Yin Mian, the latter was only a teenager. The place where they met was in the hinterland of the desert. Yin Mian was guarding a man who was about to die, and seemed helpless.