I have a Secret

In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, the wind brought a bayonet, and when it was scraped on the face, there was a shrill and sharp howling of ghosts and wolves, and the flesh ached.

After returning from get off work, Huang Dan walked into the community, and an electric car came up ahead, and the sign showed it was a Mercedes-Benz.

Sitting inside was a little boy in a suit, who was arrogant and domineering, "Get out of the way, young master, you deserve it!"

The corner of Huang Dan's mouth twitched, what's wrong with kids nowadays?

He kept on walking.

The next moment, Huang Dan's eyes blurred, and the car turned into a tractor.

The little boy was gone, and the person sitting inside was a middle-aged man, staring at his bloodshot eyes, and yelling, "Get out of the way, get out of the way, you are fucking courting death—"

Huang Dan watched the tractor go away, the series of chugs rushed into his eardrums, stalking wildly like a shrew, and he had a splitting headache.

Looking down, Huang Dan opened his eyes, and the community is not a cracked yellow land.

How is this going?Time travel?

Huang Dan's pupils constricted, probably not an ordinary time travel.

The leather shoes on his feet turned into sneakers, which were dirty and had a mouth open on the front.

The black trousers were frayed and replaced by large gray pants with a few patches. There was a lot of hair on the legs, and they were dancing vigorously. What they wore was not a woolen overcoat, but a green short-sleeved sweatshirt with serious pilling .

Huang Dan stretched out his hands, the skin of his ten fingers was rough, and there was mud in his nails. Turning it over, there were many calluses on his palms.

He took a breath and put it on someone else.

At this moment, a lot of memories suddenly filled Huang Dan's mind.

Zhang Dongdong, 23 years old, is introverted, withdrawn, and somewhat paranoid. Whenever he is stimulated, he will conflict with others. When he was young, his father drowned in the river, and the largest labor force in the family disappeared, so he took over.

His mother, Chen Jinhua, is lame and has limited legs and feet.

The family's expenses basically depended on Zhang Dong. He went to work outside because of a girl who beat a worker on the construction site with a black nose and a swollen face. Once the medical expenses were paid, he packed up and went home.

When the villagers asked about it, Zhang Donghe faltered, lied and said that he was homesick, and talked nonsense.

Huang Dan frowned, it seemed that those memories belonged to this body, he knew it naturally after passing through it.

"Ding, hello Mr. Huang, it's an honor to receive you."

The electronic voice came out of nowhere, and Huang Dan stopped wiping his sweat, "Who are you?"

"The following is your guardian, responsible for issuing tasks for you."

"What's your name?"

"The system will do."

"Oh."

System, "The task has been sent, please check."

A screen appeared out of nowhere in front of Huang Dan, with the word mission written on the upper left corner.

[Li Dagui's anger: I was fetching water by the river two years ago, and the back of my head was hit hard and fell into the river and died. I want to know who the murderer is! 】

After Huang Dan read the last word, the screen disappeared, and he asked, "I can go back after completing this task?"

The system said, "Sorry, I don't have permission to answer you."

Huang Dan asked, "I appear here, what will happen to me in the community?"

The system said, "Sorry, I don't have permission to answer you."

Huang Dan said, "Are you an automatic reply?"

System, "No."

[Mr. Huang, your guardian has sent you a "Come on" fireworks, please accept it, and you can enjoy the fireworks immediately. 】

[Rejection. 】

system,"……"

Huang Dan wiped his forehead with sweat, "I'm in a bad mood right now, I can't enjoy the fireworks, so give them to me next time."

The system said, "...then you go on."

Huang Dan didn't respond. The guardian summed it up in five words, and he didn't know what to ask.

It is better to ask for others than to ask for oneself. He will know what will happen after he completes the task.

Without wasting time in a daze, entangled, and confused, Huang Dan looked around, followed the memory of the original owner, walked up a section of the main road, and turned into the small road on the left.

The ground is full of bumps and hollows, Huang Dan is one foot deep and the other shallow, passing through the ridge of a large pond, and then passing through a mountain forest, it appears in the village.

It was hot summer, and the sun was strong and strong at noon. Men, women and children were all resting in their respective rooms, and no one came out to wander around.

Huang Dan took a breath, his back was wet, he quickened his pace, and went straight to the house with a row of peach trees in front of the door.

In the shade of the yard, Chen Jinhua was holding a sewing basket on the soles of her shoes, and when she saw that the person who ran in was her own child, she opened her mouth and chattered.

"It's noon, the sun is very poisonous, and you're dying from the sun outside. You don't take a nap at home, and you have to go to the river to catch loach. Where's the loach?"

Huang Dan was sweating like rain. He took off his sweatshirt and threw it into the pool, making a snap, "The water is too deep, so I didn't catch it."

Chen Jinhua babbled again, "There is mung bean soup in the jar on the table."

Hearing this, Huang Dan immediately ran into the house and drank from the jar.

Walking and walking, it doesn't matter if he travels suddenly, the season he comes over is still the summer he hates the most.

That's fine too, but the countryside...

It's not that Huang Dan discriminates against farmers. It's that he is not familiar with this kind of living environment. He has never been in contact with it, and he doesn't understand it.

If the murderer hadn't been found out by then, he would have been suspected and his life was in danger.

Huang Dan emptied the jar, imitating the character of the original owner, turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Mom, do you still have mung bean soup?"

Chen Jinhua scratched the sole of the shoe a few times with a big needle, and she said that there was no more, "That point was sent by Li Gen's family. If you want to drink, tomorrow's mother will make a pot for you."

Huang Dan put down the jar, searched the memory of the original owner, and found those fragments about Li Gen.

Li Gen is Li Dagui's elder brother, he has a good appearance, he is tall, hard-working, capable, brave and upright, he is in his thirties, but now there is no one who is warm.

He had married a daughter-in-law before, or two, all died.

It is rumored that Li Genke's wife.

Originally Li Gen was working in a big city, but his mother suddenly became paralyzed and refused to leave the village for medical treatment, saying that she would die in the village, so he had to come back to take care of her.

Many girls were fascinated by Li Gen, but their families firmly disagreed, and some were looking for death or life.

Huang Dan sat on the bench. Speaking of which, Li Dagui's mother was paralyzed two years ago.

What the hell happened two years ago?

It's a pity that the original owner was working out of town at that time, and he didn't know about Li Dagui's death until he returned to the village during the Chinese New Year.

Huang Dan sat for a long time before realizing that he was shirtless. He walked around several rooms with a cattail fan in his hand.

Let's take a shower at night, it's so hot, there is no air conditioner, and the sky is full of dust, so it's useless to wash.

In the afternoon, when the sun was not so strong, Huang Dan found a ragged jacket to put on, and went to the field to cut rice.

Once he was dressed, he was busy with farm work.

Chen Jinhua's legs and feet are inconvenient, and her body is also weak, so she pulls a rope on the rice bed to slam the chickens to eat, turning over the rice from time to time.

Various households came out to work one after another, and the noise in the village became one.

Huang Dan wore a straw hat and held a sickle in his hand. He looked handsome. He walked around the grave and walked to the field beside the pond.

A few people came over from the left, talking and laughing. The man walking in the middle was tall, with a resolute face. He was shirtless, with a wheat-colored chest, clearly visible abdominal muscles, mermaid lines, and tight muscles. , with fine beads of sweat clinging to it, shining with golden light.

That person is Li Gen.

Many young people in the village call him brother, not because he is old, but because he has real skills.

As for the rumors about the wife's restraint, it was the girls who cared, not them.

Glancing at the man, Huang Dan's mouth was parched, as if he saw a barbecue with a layer of sauce. He slowed down and got closer. There was no smell of meat, only the smell of sweat.

Li Gen's colorless gown was draped over his shoulders. When he took a step, the keys on the waistband of his trousers shook and made a crisp sound.

Huang Dan looked at the large bunch of keys, didn't they sink?His gaze swept and saw that other people had hung up too.

After thinking for a while, Huang Dan turned around and went back. When he came out again, there was an extra key on his trousers, which was worn with a red string, and he flicked it.

Do as the Romans do and integrate into the collective, only then can you regard yourself as the original owner as soon as possible.

When Huang Dan arrived at the edge of the field, he saw the golden rice covering the entire field like a golden blanket, and he immediately lost the courage to go to the field.

A black boy came from behind, pulling the yellow single straw hat with his hand, "In winter, after you cut the [-]% of the land, there will be only [-] acres left. Help me when it's done, it's still early in my house."

The eyes under the yellow single straw hat lifted up to see the person who came, it was Zhang Yingxiong, the cousin of the original owner.

He didn't speak.

Zhang Yingxiong was not surprised, he stood directly on the high field ridge, and jumped into the field on the right.

The yellow sheet didn't jump, and walked honestly for a while.

As a person who has only seen rice with white flowers, but has never been in the field, and has seen rice, Huang Dan will not cut rice.

He was very afraid of pain, worried that he would cut his hands, but he didn't expect that when he touched the ears of rice, he would unconsciously change the posture of holding the sickle.

It should be the influence of the original owner.

Huang Dan heaved a sigh of relief, grabbed the rice nimbly, exerted strength with his wrist, and slashed the knife in one place, and there was a crackling sound in his ears.

He put the rice neatly by his feet, looked at the pile of rice, and felt a sense of accomplishment.

Soon, the sense of accomplishment was gone, only exhaustion.

As the sun goes down, there are people in the surrounding fields, so hurry up and cut more rice before the sun goes down.

Later, the mosquitoes came out last time and caught a lot of them.

Huang Dan's waist was about to break. He hunched over and walked slowly to the ridge of the field, cutting rice for a few hours, which was more tiring than staying on the construction site for several days.

There was the sound of water behind him, Huang Dan turned his head and saw that it was Li Gen lying on a stone slab, his back muscles were well defined, his strong arms propped on his sides, and his head was stretched out into the pond to drink water.

Huang Dan was also thirsty, so he got up and walked over, squatted down next to Li Gen, washed his hands, rowed the water downstream, and held a handful of water to his mouth.

The water splashed down from between the fingers, and when it reached his mouth, there was not much left. After holding the yellow sheet a few times, he followed the example of the man beside him and drank it on his stomach.

The arm was pulled suddenly, and Huang Dan choked.

He raised his head and coughed non-stop, drips dripped down his face, and his eyes turned red from the water.

Li Gen joked, "In winter, why do you choke like this when you drink water?"

Huang Dan coughed a few times, "Brother, what are you pulling me for?"

Li Gendao, "I saw that you couldn't get up all the time, and I was afraid that something bad would happen to you, so I pulled you."

Huang Dan tapped the water in his ear, "Oh, thank you bro."

He rubbed his eyes, "You brought mung bean soup to my house at noon, it's delicious."

Li Gen wiped off the water from his chin, "Your mother brought the mung beans to my house. I checked, and none of them are bad. They taste delicious when cooked."

Huang Dan concealed his surprise, he didn't find it in the original owner's memory, probably because it was too confusing, some trivial parts were missed.

At this moment, a poor-quality radio sound came from a distance, "Folks, tonight there will be a movie on the playground of Tongmiao Primary School. Please bring a stool to watch after dinner. Adults watch the children, and remember to lock the door!"