Ten Ways Not Having a Cheats Leads to Flooding

The old man still remembers that when he was a child, his great-grandfather was already blind. He often looked at a photo with a magnifying glass, sometimes frowning, sometimes curling the corners of his mouth, and whispered: "Brother."

In the photo are two very good-looking young men, with delicate features and tall figures, standing side by side in front of the school and looking at each other with a smile.

Grandpa said that it was the only photo left by great-uncle.

He only knew that his great-grandfather hated the Liang family, but he didn't know why his great-grandfather hated the Liang family. He only knew that his great-uncle had done bad things outside, but he didn't know why his great-uncle never came home again.

There are too many things left in the turbulent years, like a drop of water melting into the sea, nowhere to be found, and nowhere to be remembered.

After a long period of time, weeds spread, and the life of my great-grandfather came to an end. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and took his father's hand and said, "Put your uncle's grandfather's tablet on it. If the Liang family comes here in the future, take them to see it." Wenyu."

The faded black-and-white photos fell into the brazier, turning to ashes along with the grandfather's belongings.

The old man blinked slowly, stood up holding the broom, and bowed to Qin Wenyu.

Qin Wenyu wanted to touch his head, so he raised his hand and put it down again, floating out of the ancestral hall soundlessly.

He floated higher and higher, farther and farther, until he reached the top of the mountain. Looking at the curved concrete roads, the slightly dilapidated ancestral hall, and the nearly 200-year-old locust tree in front of the ancestral hall, he once felt so Kind, but now it feels so strange.

He felt that something was missing, and then he remembered that there used to be a small river not far from the ancestral hall, but now it has been filled and used as a chicken farm.

Farther away is Qinjia Village. The curling smoke and colorful paper kites in his memory all disappeared at the same time. The distant mountains and setting sun still look like paintings, but they are completely different.

Qin Wenyu couldn't help wondering, would there be anyone in this world who had the same memory as him, would remember that he hummed softly, walked home from school, and his elder brother stood waiting for him at the door, would remember that in summer night fireflies were flying, and his elder brother used They filled the glass jars and hung them on his desk, remembering my brother risking his life into the city to bring him home when the city gates were closed, remembering him kneeling down and saying, "Brother, I can't go home anymore, take me out of here Cross it off the family tree."

It turns out that having memories can also become a painful thing. When all the familiar people and things have left, only regret and loneliness are left in this world.

It was already evening when Qin Wenyu came back, and he didn't look very happy. Tao Mujia waited for him all day, and wanted to ask him where he had been, but seeing his appearance, he silently put the question aside.

"Do you want to stay here for a few more days?"

Qin Wenyu raised her head to look at him after listening to his question, and the previous gloom dissipated a lot, "Let's go to the city tomorrow to have a look. I want to see the old school, but I don't know what it looks like now."

"Then, what about here?"

"Here, I have nothing to do. I should go." After Qin Wenyu finished speaking, she seemed to suddenly feel relaxed.

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Tao Mujia sighed in his heart, not knowing whether to be happy or sad for him.

"Then who are you looking for?"

"He," Qin Wenyu looked at him and smiled, "Maybe he's been here too."

"His surname is Liang, right? Could it be my ancestor?" Tao Mujia analyzed with reason.

"Who knows, it's been so many years." Qin Wenyu shook his head casually.

Tao Mujia had nothing to do with him, so he had to go down and tell Qin Youxia that he would go to the city to have a look tomorrow, and he might not come back, so he has been bothering him for the past two days.

Seeing that he was leaving so soon, Qin Youxia was afraid that he would think there was nothing worth interviewing here, so he hurriedly asked him if he needed help.

Tao Mujia originally wanted to say no, but then he changed his mind and asked again: "Yesterday, I heard a story about my ancestors, and there was a Mr. Liang in it. I wonder if you can tell me what the story is. Is that Mr. Liang still alive? "

Probably because he asked this question strangely, Qin Youxia quickly waved his hand, "That story must never be told. As for that Mr. Liang, he probably passed away long ago. After all, it has been more than 100 years."

Tao Mujia nodded with some disappointment, "Oh, it's true that things are different, thank you very much, I'll go to the city tomorrow to see if there are any other clues."

"Okay, it just so happens that Xiaoyang is also going to the city to find a classmate and ask him to take you with him."

Tao Mujia went back to the room to pack his things, and subconsciously asked Qin Wenyu, "What's the story between you and Mr. Liang? Why is everyone keeping it secret?"

Qin Wenyu stood quietly behind him and said silently, "You don't even remember."

Tao Mujia couldn't hear his answer, and generally chose to skip this topic.

It was the turn of spring and summer at this time, and the sun was shining all day long today, and I felt a little hot when I slept on the mat.Tao Mujia couldn't sleep, tossed and turned on the bed, Qin Wenyu sat beside him, and put his hand on his forehead to cool him down.

A cool breath came from the side, and Tao Mujia almost wanted to hug Qin Wenyu comfortably, but unfortunately the air conditioner had no substance, and his wish came to nothing.

Qin Wenyu looked at the young celestial master lying on his back like an octopus, his eyes darkened, and some habits would not change even if he was reincarnated.

After a night without dreams, Tao Mujia felt refreshed early in the morning, but Qin Wenyu looked listless and unrested.

Tao Mujia remembered that Qin Wenyu had been the air conditioner for him all night, and immediately felt guilty, so he opened the soul-gathering bag and let Qin Wenyu go in to recuperate.

Today's itinerary is simple, Qin Yuyang took Tao Mujia to the side of the road for a ride, these intercity buses come and go, and they stop when they are waved, Qin Yuyang took them on the bus, and told him not to take care of him after the stop, He held his phone and played by himself.

The car drove on the way they came the day before yesterday. It was dark that day, and Tao Mujia didn't even look at the surrounding scenery carefully. This time, he was sitting by the window again, looking at the plains and distant mountains all the way. There was an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Qin Wenyu became Picking up the small one, stretched out his hand to press down the edge of the bag, and the transparent body came out from the gap.

Seeing Tao Mujiawang's rapt attention, he whispered in his ear: "I walked this road with Mr. Liang before. It was the first time I took him home, but I never brought him back after that."

Tao Mujia tilted his head slightly, took out his mobile phone and typed: "Huh? Why?"

"Because...he said he was leaving."

Tao Mujia's typing hand paused, and there was a dull pain in his heart, "Where is he going? Why didn't he go with you?"

Qin Wenyu looked at the line for a long time, smiled and shook his head, "I don't know where he went, maybe he went to make contributions. Before he left, he said he wanted to visit my house so he could come to me later, so I just Take him home to have a look, and then send him into the city."

"Then what happened later? Did he come to you?" Tao Mujia's typing hands were trembling because of the speed, and there seemed to be another him in his body, eager to know the answer.

Qin Wenyu didn't answer again. When he didn't answer, his eyes would always become distant.

Silence is also a disguised acquiescence, a default denial.

"He should come back." Tao Mujia lowered his eyes and typed these words uncontrollably.

Qin Wenyu smiled softly, "It's okay, I'm going to find him anyway."

Tao Mujia was speechless, his heart ached from being pulled, and a sore feeling welled up his nose and the corners of his eyes. He didn't know why he felt sorry for a ghost. He was not the Mr. Liang that Qin Wenyu was looking for.

Qin Wenyu reached out and stroked his face lightly, making his hot nose and the corners of his eyes feel better.

"What are you sad about? I don't feel wronged."

Tao Mujia said silently, "I don't know."

Qin Wenyu smiled helplessly and said, "I don't know but my eyes are red. I didn't know that such a small thing about me is so touching."

"So did you find him?"

"found it."

Tao Mujia waited for him to continue, but after Qin Wenyu answered, he stopped talking. Tao Mujia tactfully stopped asking. He adjusted the TV series to the tenth episode and asked Qin Wenyu to continue watching. Watching TV is the fastest way to understand the world. Qin Wenyu Quickly attracted, sitting next to Tao Mujia looked.

After two hours, they finally arrived in the city. There were many high-rise buildings. It was the city where they drove trains the day before yesterday. The door is still there, and it has been repaired to make it more magnificent.

Qin Yuyang broke up with Tao Mujia and the others at the station if he didn't enter the old city.

Tao Mujia took the No. 600 bus and got off at the gate of the city. Qin Wenyu stood beside him, looking up at the majestic city gate that had been refurbished, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

110 Seven years ago, on the night of early September, he was invited by the county magistrate to be a school lecturer, and he arrived at the gate of the county before the city gate was closed. Ankle, and asked if he could give him a bite to eat.

The man's facial features were clear and bright, and there was a sense of grandeur between his brows, but blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth, his chest was black, and he was dying. Qin Wenyu thought that he must have been bewitched by evil spirits, otherwise he would not have taken care of this man for half a year for no reason.

After taking care of her for more than half a year, someone ran away.Qin Wenyu smiled self-deprecatingly, "Let's go, I'll take you to a time-honored restaurant."

Tao Mujia stood with him for a long time, watching him stare blankly and happy for a while, almost didn't realize it, but he got up when he heard that he was going to eat, "Aren't you going to school?"

"Isn't there a lot of children in the school that are very popular? It's not appropriate for me to go like this, and besides, they have to study by themselves at night." Qin Wenyu used what he had learned from the TV series to talk about it.

One ghost and one person walked in the old city, the old city has not been re-planned, the roads are still square, Qin Wenyu shuttled through the crowd very familiarly, and led Tao Mujia to a restaurant that looked like the Yellow Crane Tower forward.

Qin Wenyu almost thought that he had made a mistake, but after carefully looking at the plaque, he was sure.

"I didn't expect that this place has become so luxurious after I haven't been here for so long."

Tao Mujia walked in and went to the ordering counter, where Qin Wenyu asked him to order another bowl of wonton.

"It's wonky again." Tao Mujia whispered.

Qin Wenyu recommended it calmly and confidently: "It must be better than what you ate at the foot of Qinglong Mountain."

Tao Mujia couldn't help it, he felt that this ghost was quite childish, so he ordered a bowl of wonton as he said.

It didn't take long for the wontons to come up, and the wontons poured with sesame oil and dried shrimps were fragrant. Tao Mujia blew off the heat and took a sip. He froze for a moment, and burst into tears.

"Oh, you're burning, you spit it out quickly." Qin Wenyu's face changed anxiously, wanting to wipe his tears and catch the ravioli he spit out, suffering from no substance, dazed and annoyed.

Tao Mujia swallowed the wonton and murmured, "It's delicious."

It was so delicious that I cried.

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