A tumultuous life
Chapter 1
This is a mountain village in the northeast. At the foot of the mountain is the Lang River. The turning point here also tells the story of the loneliness in life. But no one cares. After all, there are no high mountains here. The so-called mountains are hills, with woods, and tranquility. Of course, there is never a lack of peace. It may be flashing with loss, or sighing at the desolation of life.
An Siming looked at the river with some thoughts, but also no thoughts. He felt that his life was a failure, and he also felt a lot of sadness. I thought of a lot of regrets and a lot of messiness. There is some circling, nostalgic memory, and three thousand thoughts. A lot of time is like the river around us, flowing slowly, and the waves of many years are rippling. Although the time in the past has passed, I still want to be different. I am no longer so hesitant, no longer so melancholy. Living happily for a few decades can make myself happy and make many people feel happy.
The cicadas are chirping and making noise.
An Siming didn't know what the cicada was doing, and he didn't like it either. Of course, he couldn't say he liked it.
The sun was a little hot, beating slowly in the water, seeming to be waving to An Siming, which made him feel surprised and struggling. Could it be that Lang He had something on his mind? The water of the Wolf River was what he was used to seeing, but at this time, it was very turbid, like dirt and dirt after rain, rather than clear. This has never been seen before. What's changed? Or is it the polluted sediment that is practicing and wreaking havoc here? He couldn't understand it, but there was an inexplicable heaviness in his heart. Of course, it was impossible for him to hope that the Wolf River would no longer be clear. But there is no way to change it, after all, he is an ordinary person.
Originally, he came here to have a look. This is his hometown and the place he misses day and night. When he came back, he wanted to look back and cut off those different worries. He also wanted to let time go slowly and feel the leisurely life. Rather than Youyou.
He couldn't help but laugh, it was also a mockery of himself.
Does Wolf River have an idea, or is it Wolf River?
A voice suddenly said from the side:"Uncle, what are you looking at?"
An Siming was a little surprised and thought:"When did this child come here?" He turned around and looked, and it seemed like he saw a twelve or thirteen year old. Own. Out of politeness, he still said:"I didn't see anything. How did you get here?"
The child did not answer, but pointed to the sunshine in the Wolf River.
An Siming thought:"Langhe asked you to come here? Are you kidding me?" He subconsciously followed the direction of the child's finger and looked over. The sunlight suddenly became hot and passed through his eyes unceremoniously, with a cold, emotionless look. He screamed unconsciously and reached out to cover his eyes, but felt that time and space seemed to be distorting and changing.
My hands didn't touch my eyes, and I didn't feel any stinging in my eyes. This is how the same thing? Was it just an illusion, or was there something different about the bright moon?
Of course, he knew that these were words to comfort himself. After all, the wind and sand in the annual rings made him know that there was no favor, but his years and the struggle in the wind and rain.
Thinking of that child, the child who looked very similar to him, he turned around and looked, but there was nothing there. There couldn't be any magic, why did it disappear all of a sudden? Looking back, it was still not there; looking around, it was still not there; even though I knew it was impossible to be in the water, I still looked down at the Wolf River. The scorching sunshine disappeared and became clear. What about the turbidity just now?
The clear Wolf River allowed him to see his appearance clearly. His appearance has changed, and he looks like he is twenty-six or seventeen years old. Originally, my hair was a little mottled, and the corners of my eyes had the bitterness of life, but now, they are no longer visible, and they no longer exist. The face has elasticity, luster, and no loneliness. The body doesn't seem so fat anymore. Body? I originally wanted to ignore it, but at this time, I felt that I was not ignoring it, but paying attention. It wasn't that there was anything wrong, but he felt that his body was as strong as the child he met just now, and the child he looked very similar to, and was no longer"rough".
Who is this?
I asked subconsciously. Then, he touched his face with his own hands, and saw the people in Langhe also reaching out to touch his face. He opened his mouth, a little surprised, and when he saw himself in the water, he also opened his mouth, showing his surprise.
An Siming knew this person was him. how could this be?
I couldn't help but look around and saw the same mountains, the same trees, and the same crops as before, nothing had changed. Has he changed, or has he not changed?
Not sure.
Sit down and calm yourself.
I don’t know how long it took, but with mixed emotions, I looked into the water and saw my own shadow, the still clear Wolf River, and my twenty-six-six-seven-year-old face, ten years old. The figure of a three year old. It was originally hoped for and expected. After experiencing vicissitudes of life, it is impossible not to hope that you will become younger and more energetic.
After thinking for a while, I looked around and saw no one, so I took off my clothes and entered the Wolf River to wash my body. More than that, he wanted to appreciate his young body, his energetic body.
At the moment when he was naked, he instinctively looked down and saw that his bird was very plump, and to his surprise, it already had a bird's nest. If you are thirteen years old, does your body have a bird's nest? Oh, he is building a nest, here and there, this is his precocity. Now, it is not premature.
I slowly went down to the river and played in the water for a while like a child. Then, we started to go ashore. He was already familiar with his body and felt his body, and there was nothing uncomfortable about it. After all, he is an older person and cannot play carefree like a child.
Put on clothes and take a look. The clothes did not belong to him, but seemed to belong to the child who greeted him. child? he? His clothes? How is he? Where have my clothes gone? Or am I just one with him?
Thinking of this, I had a cold war for some reason.
A lot of memories just flooded into his mind.
It seems to be his memory, but it also seems not to be his memory.
His name is An Siming, and there is nothing wrong with it. His parents also had their original names, but they were the second generation of rich people, and he was the third generation of rich people. His grandfather is still the same grandfather, but now he is a rich grandfather. Is this a dream? Or fantasy? Why isn't it real? Very simple clothes, because he has always been very low-key, his parents and grandparents are very low-key. It's like a rich parent telling his child that the car he drives is a junk car, but the child checks it online and finds out that it is a luxury car. The principle is the same.
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