Travel through the long dream millennium

The morning sun shines lightly on the quiet mountain village.

If it is usual, not to mention the rising sun, but when the sun is not rising and the sky is dark, most of the hardworking and simple peasant women in the village will light the common grass lamps in the countryside, or prepare food for their husbands who are about to go out to farm. , or the howling animals in the chicken pen and pigsty can't help but relax.

Smoke curls from the blackened chimneys of almost every household. Amid the resonant cries of the roosters, the men who get up early to carry water greet each other with smiles, and the little daughter-in-law with a dustpan in her hand lowers her eyebrows and looks pleasing to the eye. In the courtyard, I listened to the neighbors' three aunts and six aunts telling interesting stories about ten miles and eight villages.

Working at sunrise and resting at sunset, men farming and women weaving and raising children, Gujia Village has inherited the rules and traditions from generation to generation for hundreds of years. It is simple and at the same time represents the wisdom generated by the foundation.

This should have been the most common sight in the small village—before today's scorching sun rises and illuminates the village sleeping under the night.

If there is really a purgatory in the world, last night, Gujia Village, a small and nameless village with a population of less than a hundred people, may be worthy of such a description now.

The houses collapsed, the fertile fields turned black, the land was overturned, and gravel was everywhere, and the whole village was almost turned into ruins.That alone is fine, what is even more shocking is the fragments of corpses all over the ground, here and there, with hands, feet and organs all normal, even the big head that was especially frightened when it died. The water from the undried springs was dyed reddish.

This is what Bai Qingyuan saw and heard when he came here following the sudden premonition in his heart.

Rao the cultivators have gone through all the vicissitudes and vicissitudes of life, and the scene of the Shura can't help but feel moved at first glance. Just now, they recited a mantra to purify their hearts, and after exercising their bodies, they saw the eagle-like eyes in the pile of dead people. There was a slight change.

After the catastrophe, almost the entire village of Gujia Village was wiped out, but it was unknown whether it was due to God's pity or luck, and there was only one survivor left behind.It was a young boy with tattered clothes, emaciated body, dusty face, and disheveled hair, looking as destitute as a beggar on the street.But what he is doing right now is nothing like what a child should do.

He is digging a grave.

On the ground in front of the child, several deep and shallow pits have been dug. Inside are all broken and fragmented, but the fragments of the corpse can still be seen with efforts to piece together.With his age and strength, it took an indefinite amount of time and energy to achieve what he is doing now, as can be seen from the small shovel covered in wet soil and the chapped and bloody palms in his hands.Although the small village is small, it still has a population of over a hundred people. According to the current progress, it is unknown how many people will be able to recognize their faces at that time.

After digging a new hole, Gu Changli wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, took out a cornbread from the bag he carried with him, chewed it dryly, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

It should be that the death of old age and illness in the first world made him have some inexplicable misunderstandings, thinking that maybe every life can have a good death and live to old age.So in the "previous life" on the way to the signing party, when the car accident happened, I didn't come back to my senses. It was almost a heavy body and my eyes went dark. I didn't feel much pain. I opened my eyes and came to Xintiandi. —36 years old, whether it is long or short.

Gu Changli reckoned that the media newspapers would definitely make headlines with long and affectionate articles, during which time he recalled his various works and picked up his family history—starting as an author of online articles, testing the waters of the entertainment industry The first bomb was an instant hit and became popular all over the country; then he suddenly quit the circle, saying that he would concentrate on his studies, and then released after a year of silence, continuing his creative career, becoming a god at the singularity; Director—such a life full of ups and downs, author, actor, director, three professions and three fields, but he has left a strong stroke, which can be called a legend.

In those days when the news of his death dominates the screen, fans and blacks will definitely surge. People who like him cry and make trouble for a while, die and live for a while, and laugh and joke when they hate him. .

As time took everything away, the news gradually sank, and finally submerged in the torrent of information and was forgotten, or people who really missed him reported to the group to keep warm, and made a little noise at certain times of the year.

The traces he left in that world were like this, not ordinary, not to mention vigorous.

But in the last few years of life, messy emotional entanglements disturbed people.

The dust of the past has passed, and the past is like smoke.

Gu Changli hadn't been sad for a long time, or he didn't have such delicate nerves at all. The reason why he sighed was not because he missed the beauty of his previous life or any sour regret, but purely because of the current suffering. status quo.

Speaking of the original body of Gu Changli's previous two lives, one touched the pillar and the other took poison, they both chose the end of death, but this life is so weird.

When he woke up, he was being held in the arms of a woman who was missing half an arm and was obviously breathless. He was suddenly transferred from the leather soft sleeper car to the arms of a corpse. Thanks to his mental toughness, otherwise Ordinary people have to be frightened and stupid; when he calmed down a little and wanted to break free from the woman's arms, the pair of small fleshy hands stretched out in front of his eyes, which inevitably made him startled again.

The young man in the first life, the boy in the second life, the third life is better, he simply became a fur doll, and so on, is it possible for him to have a tire piercing in the future?

He hadn't been thinking seriously for long, and the familiar severe headache that he would have at the beginning of almost every time travel suddenly occurred.

But maybe it was because his body was young this time, and his memory was not deep and not many, so the headache this time did not cause Gu Changli to simply faint and stop eating. After a long while, he covered his head and squeezed out the A word "她".

The child's life experience is very simple, but it was born to an ordinary farmer and village woman in Gujia Village. Because of his handsome appearance, sharp temper and extroverted personality, he is the king of children in the village when he urinates.Although the life of the family is not considered rich, but the father is young and strong, the mother is gentle and virtuous, and the small life is also full of joy and prosperity; but just yesterday night, there was a sudden cry of a baby at the entrance of the village, accompanied by the whole village. The house dog barks, the sound is loud and noisy, and it makes people feel irritable when they hear it.The young people in the village followed the sound to investigate, and they were curious, so they followed them from a distance and took a few glances.

Then the memory fragments of the child made the corners of Gu Changli's mouth twitch a little - it was five or six meters high, with a head that sometimes spewed fire and sometimes water, and the food that it ate whenever it saw anyone could really be classified as Earth Biological category?

It was the monster that appeared like this in the child's memory, and almost slaughtered all the creatures in the village, even chickens, dogs and livestock.

The original owner's father was eaten raw by it in order to attract the monster's attention. His mother tried her best to escape, but she could only use her last strength to protect her body as a cover; it is a pity that the child's mind is immature. At the other end, he opened his bloody mouth as if he wanted to swallow both his mother and child, but blood rushed to his heart for a moment, and he frightened to death.

Open your eyes again, the old skin has been replaced by a new resident.

Although I don't know why the last monster gave up the original owner's biological mother and his flesh and blood - if it really ate it, maybe it would not have resurrected this time - but this body was given by its father and mother, born in the Si grew up in Si, and was taken care of by the villagers a lot—although Gu Changli is a playboy, lazy and self-willed, the only thing he doesn't like is that he owes unexplained favors and favors.

Just as he left the original owner's parents' inheritance to the couple who adopted him in his previous life, the human responsibilities he had borne in his previous life had to be accepted as ordered.

That's why he stayed in this small town full of corpses for a long time, trying his best to let his parents and fellow villagers who died tragically be buried in peace.

There is no other reason, but please feel at ease.