I rely on the map to guide Xueba

In the weather of August, the sun was scorching hot, and it was so hot that people were burning with oil. Wei Junxing kicked two big black travel bags under his feet, and glanced at Wei's father's car that had long since disappeared outside the gate.

To be honest, he still hasn't figured out why he scored zero in all subjects of the college entrance examination, so uniform and without any disturbance.

The bewilderment he felt when he checked the grades for the first time, and the panic when he came to the cram school are still lingering in his heart, but he can't complain. Leave without a trace.

The extremely ugly faces of parents early in the morning have clearly indicated the moment of outbreak before the rain is about to come, and it was he who offered to go to the cram school.

But even though he is a scumbag, he is not so outrageous that he gets zero marks for every subject. What went wrong?He couldn't figure it out.

But the cram school in front of him was the cram school that Dad Wei insisted on taking him to. From the moment he entered, he felt something was wrong.

Since childhood, as a scumbag, he has attended many cram schools, but this is the first time he has seen such a place.

The wide open gate with mottled blue paint, the wild grass growing wildly all over the yard, and the courtyard so quiet that there is not even a trace of wind, it looks like an old yard that has been abandoned for a long time, and it does not look like a school at all.

Also, from the time Papa Wei's black Santana drove through the gate to the time Papa Wei dropped him and his luggage and swung him away with a look of exhaustion on his face, Wei Junxing hadn't seen a single person yet.

Those other cram schools had new students, and the teachers of the cram schools greeted them early with all their flattery, trying their best to attract them.

However, in this place, not only was there no teacher, there were no students, and what was more, there was no one at all, only the shadow of Wei Junxing and the two luggage bags at his feet.

The surroundings of the teaching building are quiet, there is no bell for class, no sound of reading aloud, no parking lot, and no house number.

Although standing under the sun, Wei Junxing got goose bumps all over his body. He couldn't help sneezing, and unconsciously went to his pocket to touch the phone. When I got up, the phone was confiscated by my mother early in the morning.

My mother said that his poor grades were caused by not wanting to study all day long and only wanting to play mobile games. So, before coming, he directly withheld his only hope - the mobile phone.

Wei Junxing thought about his father's expression of resentment when he drove away, presumably even if he said he was afraid now, they would not let him go home.

Besides, he is no longer a child.

Standing under the sun, Wei Junxing watched his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose. After a long time of mental construction, he finally mustered up the courage to accept this established fact.

He bent down and picked up the travel bag on the ground and hung it on his shoulder, and walked towards the three-story small red building covered by ivy with generous steps.

In this small three-story red building, most of the red paint on the front wooden door and the wall has fallen off, revealing the unattractive earthy yellow background. Everything looks like an old house in a ghost movie.

Just as Wei Junxing took two steps, he couldn't help feeling nervous again.

Isn't it just a high school cram school?How come it's like a horror movie.What are the parents thinking? No matter how bad your son's grades are, he can't just throw it out and scare others to death, right?

Wei Junxing endured the numbness of his scalp, and pushed open the old mottled wooden door with great anxiety.

As expected, the door creaked and opened under the action of external force, and a musty smell rushed out.

Wei Junxing covered his mouth and nose, trembling all over his body, stopped at the door and didn't dare to take half a step forward.

He glanced curiously, and there were some blue and white square tiles in the corridor directly opposite, which looked clean and clean, but the style of the tiles was a few years old, and it didn't look like a modern architectural style at all.

Wei Junxing thought about it, had he seen this decoration style, this yard, and this teaching building before?

Where did you see it?

But his brain suddenly went blank, and he couldn't remember anything, as if his past memories were suddenly emptied, and all the perceptions around him seemed to disappear in an instant.

This is not right, there are weeds everywhere, why is it so quiet that there is not even a sound of air flow, birds singing and insects singing?

Why is there nothing here, like a still closed space, even the wind blowing through the grass has stopped.

Wei Junxing was startled, the travel bag on his shoulder fell to the ground with a thud, he woke up instantly,

"No, he can't stay here, there are oddities here."

He grabbed his bag, turned around and was about to run out, when a shout with a different tone resounded in the corridor,

"Help, help! Help..."

He heard his own voice calling for help like discontinuous waves floating in the air.

The corridor in front of him, the smooth ground, suddenly began to spin, as if his whole body had fallen into a whirling shot of a movie.

His legs wanted to run out, but his body was firmly fixed in place. The door behind him disappeared in the blink of an eye.

His pupils were dilated, his hands and feet were cold, his whole body kept sinking with the ground, and fear grew wildly like vines.

The door disappeared, the corridor disappeared, the clean floor disappeared, and everything was like a movie shot in a flash, flying behind him.

It seems that after a long time, all this disappeared like a storm, and everything returned to calm.

Wei Junxing saw a small path in front of him, which led to a well in the distance built of large bluestones, which was full of potholes and muddy.

Next to the well stood two rusty iron buckets, surrounded by a curved clear pond, and the water in the pond overflowed the well platform and flowed into the well.

The cries of frogs and cicadas rang one after another in my ears, stimulating Wei Junxing's nerves that were still in shock.

"Where is this? Why is it so familiar?" He asked himself softly.

For some reason, his brain, which had been in chaos all this time, woke up for a moment. Yes, he was very familiar with this place, very familiar.

He turned around and saw the courtyard surrounded by the adobe wall on the other side of the path. A few tufts of green weeds grew tenaciously on the top of the wall, and a piece of wood under the black-painted wooden door showed its original khaki color.

This, here?

He remembered that this was his hometown, the place he could not get out of in his dreams, a small village with the sweet smell of green grass and the smell of wheat everywhere.

Wei Junxing took a few steps, and with trembling hands pushed open the mottled heavy wooden door. The wooden door had been eaten away by moths and lost its original appearance, and yellowed pieces of wood were exposed under the black primer.