Little Mr. is one hundred years old

The head teacher, dressed in half-new silk and satin clothes, held a pipe in one hand and cursed at the child who had fallen on the ground with the other. There are obvious palm prints, and there are broken fragments of the teapot beside him. His hand bled because he pressed the fragments... But he didn't make a sound because of the pain, and his expression was as dull as ever, as if he was not the one who was beaten and scolded...

The children in the village who secretly opened the curtain to see the background all laughed at the situation, laughing at the stupidity of the child, laughing at his embarrassment...

Little Si'er also laughed happily - these children may not be really interested in the drama on stage, but this kind of "drama"

But I especially like...

Ah Sheng patted Xiao Si and pulled him to let him go.

The class leader heard the voice and looked over and frowned. Immediately, two men dressed as clowns rushed over...

Ah Sheng caught the sight of that little fool looking over, and the two looked at each other for a while, then the little fool slowly got up from the ground, still picked up the broom to clean up amidst the unbearable scolding of the class leader...

Ah Sheng pulled Xiao Si'er back to his seat, but when he thought of the indifferent and numb eyes of that little fool, he felt uncomfortable - obviously he was a fool, so he should have no feelings, but just now...

The play has officially started. The theater is full of people. People from the whole village must have come. Some have seats, and those who don’t have seats are standing and squatting there—everyone’s eyes are on the lively stage. , attention was completely attracted by the stage...

Ah Sheng looked at the stage, it was the West Wing, Yingying was having a private meeting with Zhang Sheng, and the matchmaker was making fun of her...

... babble, babble, blah, blah...

Ah Sheng felt sleepy again, and started to feel dazed...

.. ......

He had a dream.It's still in this theater, but the theater is empty, there is no one on the stage, and there is... one person in the audience.

Ah Sheng saw that person standing under the stage. It was a man. He was wearing different clothes from those in the village. Although they were also clothes and trousers, they were different in terms of material and style.His back is a bit lonely, but it feels very strong.He was looking at the stage, not knowing what he was looking at...

The man seemed to have noticed something, and turned around suddenly. When the two were almost facing each other, Ah Sheng saw a dazzling white light. He subconsciously blocked his face, and then...

He woke up.

.. ......

Ah Sheng felt his body being pushed hard, and almost fell to the ground - fully awake, the surrounding voices overturned - there were shouts, cries and cries everywhere...

So hot... so much smoke...

on fire!

Ah Sheng finally understood—he subconsciously went to find someone——

"Little Si! Where are you, Xiao Si?" Ah Sheng's body was being squeezed around, and the people inside were all looking for an exit—there was obviously only one exit, but in the panic, there were so many people, but they couldn't find it. The exit, even if the exit was found, it was still blocked...

"A Sheng! A Sheng——"

"Asheng heard Xiao Si'er's anxious cry, and when he looked over, he happened to see Xiao Si'er being pushed down, and then he couldn't see it anymore...

"Little four! Little four!"

Everyone wanted to run for their lives, but at this moment, the more anxious they were, the more problems arose... Many people didn't even know the direction, but they were pushed down by the people behind, and then couldn't stand up again...

Especially children and the elderly...

Ah Sheng squeezed through with great difficulty and pulled Xiao Si'er up from him... Then he was pushed into a corner again... Ah Sheng lowered his head to look at Xiao Si'er, and Xiao Si'er in his arms was already dying... He I was stepped on a lot of feet...

"Little four..."

Ah Sheng held Xiao Si'er in his arms, looking at the panicked crowd around him, those terrifying voices...

The fire started from the outside... The wooden structure of the theater became the biggest accomplice...

Ah Sheng watched helplessly as he reached the door, and the person who slammed the door open was attacked by the flames, and his whole body turned into a fireball...one person, two people, three people...the fire was completely drawn in...

The bamboo dragonfly... Ah Sheng saw the bamboo dragonfly...the bamboo dragonfly flew in, hovered above the tongue of flames, and was caught in sparks...finally...annihilated...

.. ......

is it him? ...

.. ......

Do you really want to die here?

begging……

Ah Sheng let out a breath, and leaned against the increasingly hot corner of the wall... Looking at the fiery red in front of him...

That raging fire... I don't know why, Ah Sheng has a familiar feeling...

Some fragmentary images flashed through my mind...

It seems that there was such a big fire before...or it was bigger...as if...there was a person...Nong was beside me...who is it...

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"Stay overnight?!" Tang Xiaowei almost cried out.

"Do you live here?" Du Qingqing frowned. It was one thing for her not to be afraid, but there was nothing here, and it would be too disgusting if there were bugs at night.

"At night, I want to take some photos." Wang Ke looked at his camera: "Maybe I can take something different."

"What did you capture?" Zhu Jing leaned over: "Is there a ghost?"

"I don't want to be here!" Tang Xiaowei was about to cry.

"I don't want it either, it's too dirty." It was rare for Du Qingqing to agree with Tang Xiaowei.

"Okay, Weiwei, you and Qingqing will spend the night in the car, so it's okay?" Wang Ke couldn't take care of his girlfriend when shooting ahead of time.

Angrily, Tang Xiaowei took Du Qingqing's hand: "Qingqing, let's go."

"Hey!" Zhu Jing saw his girlfriend being pulled away, and hurriedly said to Wang Ke: "The two girls are not safe, I'd better stay with them...Jo, how about you?"

Jo glanced at him: "I'll stay here."

Wang Ke smiled and patted Jo on the shoulder: "Okay, I have a companion."

"Then you can do whatever you want." Zhu Jing shrugged: "If there is anything... remember to call me!"

Soon it was getting dark, so after dinner, Wang Ke couldn't wait to go out for a stroll with his camera on his shoulders——

"Jo, do you want to go together?"

"No, you go."

After Wang Ke left, Jo was there for her. He had been standing there looking at the stage, his eyes fixed, his face was deep, the wind blew his clothes, and under the moonlight, his figure looked tall and tough, like a green pine.

Suddenly, as if hearing something, Jo turned his head to look, and he saw...

A bamboo dragonfly.

Bamboo dragonflies are rarely seen in this era, even in children's games.

The bamboo dragon boat flew and flew, dangling, but never landed.

Ordinary people would have been terrified if they saw this weird scene, but Jo's face remained unchanged. He stepped forward and grabbed the bamboo dragonfly. The moment he grabbed it, he felt a scorching temperature, but he Still clinging on.

Just like a movie screening, it was so quiet just now that only the sound of insects could be heard, but now, all the ears are filled with human voices, tragic cries, cries for help, wailing... Then many people appeared in front of him, People who were rushing to escape, trampled and shoved, but no matter where they went, they were already surrounded by flames... There was nowhere to escape.

Jo can see them, hear them, but can't touch them.

He looked around, there were obviously so many people, but he still saw the man who was squatting in the corner and quietly watching the crowd - he was holding a child in his arms, and he was already out of breath... The firelight was reflected in the His body, thin figure, delicate eyebrows, and tightly pursed lips reveal the uneasiness in his heart at the moment...

Jo clenched his fists, suppressing his inner emotions at the moment, and he strode towards that person with steady and firm steps as if—his destiny lay ahead.

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Ah Sheng saw...that person...that person with the light on his back, the person who can only see the figure...he is the man he briefly saw in his dream before, and now, he is walking towards him— ——Obviously there were crowded people in front of him, but that man was not hindered at all, passed over those people, and stood in front of him with ease...

Ah Sheng looked up at the man, unable to see his face clearly, but his eyes... were so bright that it made him flustered.

The man stretched out his hand to Ah Sheng, and he said, "Follow me."

His voice was low, the voice of an adult man, and... there was a long-lost familiarity.

Ah Sheng looked at him, feeling his heart beating like thunder.

"Follow me..." The man softened his voice: "You don't belong here... Qing Huan..."