Joy of Rebirth

The next day, Le Xiaoyao went to the bank to send all his savings back to his hometown in Chongqing, and went to the train station to buy a hard seat.These years, he didn't have much savings, and he couldn't save much even if he had to send money home every month. These were the savings he didn't spend with Lei Shuo.

Le Xiaoyao said to himself, "Goodbye, Guangzhou" in his heart, carrying the luggage that didn't come or go much.He got on the train without hesitation, and when it started, he glanced at the city of Guangzhou for the last time, and said to himself again 'goodbye, dear'.

The sound of the train starting suppressed the noise inside and outside the train.Le Xiaoyao closed his eyes, listening to the hissing sound of the wheels touching the rails.Of course, he didn't see Lei Shuo shouting loudly not far from the train.

Lei Shuo watched Le Xiaoyao disappear from his eyes not far away, and he really wanted to grab him with his hands to keep him from leaving.But the dense crowd blocked his forward steps, and Lei Shuo wanted to get angry. One minute before the train started, he saw Le Xiaoyao glanced out, his eyes contained too much information, reluctance, Regret and regret.

Lei Shuo stopped, if Le Xiaoyao was in front of him, he would definitely ask "Do you regret being with me?".If Le Xiaoyao answered "yes", he couldn't help but kill Le Xiaoyao.At this moment, the train started, and Le Xiaoyao's figure became smaller and smaller with the movement of the train...until it disappeared.

The pain in his heart gradually occupied his whole body, and the pain made him numb.Lei Shuo regretted, regretted betting with others, regretted letting Le Xiaoyao go away, regretting those hurtful words to Le Xiaoyao.There was a faint voice in my heart saying 'he's gone, he'll never come back...never come back...never come back'.

Lei Shuo swore secretly: Le Xiaoyao, don't just go away just thinking about stealing from me.Up to Jiuzhong, down to the underworld, even if you die, don't even try to get rid of me.

The closer to the nostalgia, the more timid, this is the portrayal of Le Xiaoyao's heart now.If he hasn't been home for nine years, will his family still know him?How is father?How are the second elder brother, second sister-in-law and little nephew?I heard that my little nephew is starting primary school this year, is he studying well?Le Xiaoyao didn't dare to think about these things, he was afraid that he would lose control.

After a few stations, we will arrive in Chongqing, and another group of people have changed on the train.Le Xiaoyao felt uneasy, and an ominous atmosphere spread throughout his body.Steady my mind, I thought: I'm afraid that my family won't recognize him.

Shortly after the train leaves the station, it passes a section of high slope. Here, the speed of the train will slow down. During this period, the speed of the train will be slower than that of people walking for 10 minutes.

Le Xiaoyao opened his eyes wide and saw a group of people in front of them taking out pistols from their pockets, one of them winked at the others, and those people walked towards the front compartment respectively.The leader raised his pistol and said in a hoarse voice, "Quick... take out all the money, rings, necklaces, watches... everything that is valuable."

People are always uneasy about things beyond their control, and they have inexplicable fear of robbery that they have only heard about or seen in books suddenly happening to them.This kind of fear came out of the mouth reflexively, and men, women, old people, and children burst out in panic in the originally quiet carriage.

The leader shouted loudly to be quiet but no one paid any attention, and became angry from embarrassment.He raised his hand and pulled the safety trigger, with a 'bang' sound, the bullet slid out along the path of the muzzle in an instant.I don't know if it's a quality problem, but the bullet didn't pass through the iron sheet on the top of the train, and bounced back along the reflection angle.

In this frightening second, Le Xiaoyao didn't know how to dodge, the bullet was infinitely enlarged, and the moment it passed through the neck, Le Xiaoyao thought: This time, it really left forever.

The reason why accidents are accidents is that the probability of occurrence is close to zero, but not zero.The crowd startled by the sudden phenomenon remained silent, and a mysterious silence spread in the train carriage.

Compared with robbery, people seem to be more afraid of death, and they don't know whose children's cries penetrated the silent air.The stunned people were awakened by the shock in front of them, and the people in the carriage roared and screamed.

The robbers were also stunned. One of them tugged at the corner of the other's clothes and said tremblingly, "The prosecutor... the prosecutor is here, shall we jump?" Four or five people hurriedly jumped off the train.

At this time, the slow locomotive climbed to the top of the mountain, and the speed of descent increased again.And there was nothing left on the bare hillside, just a group of running people.

Lei Shuo woke up from his sleep. He dreamed that he was running on a deserted hillside.He was very tired and wanted to sit down and rest. The next moment, he seemed to kick something.He squatted down gropingly, and accidentally touched something sticky and wet with his fingertips.

Put it on the tip of your nose and smell it lightly, the smell of blood occupies the whole mind.Lei Shuo stood up abruptly and looked around, the endless red hurt his eyes.

Someone in the depths of his soul was saying 'goodbye...goodbye...goodbye...'. The sound was smaller and weaker than the sound. He wanted to hold on to the sound that stabbed his heart, but found that he couldn't move.

In the dream, he was at a loss and wanted to call Xiaoyao, his throat seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, and he couldn't make a sound.

Lei Shuo woke up and looked at his phone, it was five in the morning.The night without Le Xiaoyao was extremely long, and he who had finally fallen asleep could be awakened by the slightest movement.

Lei Shuo smiled wryly, he could not live without happiness in this life.Le Xiaoyao is his spiritual pillar, he will be reborn with him, without him...he dare not think, and can't think, Le Xiaoyao is his this life.No, in the next life, in the next life...it will always be his, whoever robs him will kill him.

The piercing pain rushed to the sky, Lei Shuo hugged his body tightly, the cold and pain combined, forcing him to have nowhere to escape.

The difficult night was finally over, and he made himself a glass of milk for breakfast.Picking up the milk, my fingertips hurt for no reason, the hand holding the cup slipped, the warm milk spread all over the floor, and my heart ached again.

Shrouded in unease, he thought of the dream he had at night, Xiaoyao... Le Xiaoyao.He urgently needs to know the news of this person.He grabbed the phone and dialed a number: "Hello..., help me find someone..." "Le Xiaoyao, 25 years old. Take the train from Guangzhou to Chongqing on the 25th." "...Well, hurry up..."

An hour later, a message was sent to his cell phone. Lei Shuo read it expressionlessly, and suddenly dropped his hand holding the cell phone.The phone slid to the floor and made a 'dong' sound.

仔细看，上面写着：乐逍遥男重庆人25岁生于1979年7月14日死于2004年9月27号凌晨五点……

A certain part of my heart collapsed, and the vertical hand was clenched into a fist, with blue blood vessels emerging.Bright red blood flowed from the mouth, and the eyeballs of the widened eyes protruded, terrifyingly frightening.Lei Shuo bit his tongue and opened his lips: "Don't think that you can escape after death, death will not make you feel at ease, Le Xiaoyao... just wait..."

Le Xiaoyao was woken up by fright. He dreamed that Lei Shuo's face was covered with blood. When he saw him, he smiled at him and said something vaguely.Le Xiaoyao couldn't hear clearly, he pricked up his ears to listen but only heard a few sporadic words "You can't escape...you can't escape...".When he tried to listen again, he saw Lei Shuo's blood-stained hand reaching out to him, and then he woke up suddenly.

Le Xiaoyao woke up with a hazy face. He remembered that he was shot through the neck by the bullet that bounced back on the train.But now that he is still alive, is that just a dream he had?

A gust of cold wind blew, Le Xiaoyao shrank back and looked towards the wind, but this look frightened him.There are piles of firewood all around, and I am in a straw shed without walls.This is because the rural people keep good firewood for burning in the winter, and almost every family has such a grass shed.

This sporadic memory flashed in my mind. When I was five years old, I played hide-and-seek with the children in the village. When I was young, I heard that hiding in the woodpile was not easy to find, so I ran to hide in the woodpile alone. .

It was dark, and everyone went back to eat, but no one noticed that there was a child who hadn't left.Le Xiaoyao hid and fell asleep, woke up in the middle of the night, everywhere was pitch black, only occasionally heard a dog barking, Le Xiaoyao was so frightened that he burst into tears on the spot.Later, the parents who came here found out and went back.

After returning home, Le Xiaoyao became seriously ill, and his father went back to work in July.

Le Xiaoyao took advantage of the moonlight to walk out, he understood that he really returned to the age of five.Not long after, I heard my parents calling, and Le Xiaoyao's small voice shouted: "I'm here."

In [-], only a small number of villages were connected to electricity, and most still used kerosene lamps. Heigou Village, where Le Xiaoyao lives, also used kerosene lamps.

The landform of Heigou Village is intricate, with ravines and ridges. It is said that poor mountains and bad waters make it difficult to support people. It is the same in Heigou Village. The older generation are farmers who have suffered all their lives.Only in the generation of Father Le did people go out.Most of the people who have gone out have made a fortune, and only Lejia has been poor for a lifetime.

When people are poor, their thoughts are relatively simple, and the same is true in Heigou Village. Usually, the villagers in the village will greet each other when they see each other. When a family marries a daughter or has a child, there is no need to be called by the person concerned, and they will take the initiative to help.

On the second day of Le Xiaoyao's rebirth, Wang Xiaowu from the Wang family next door got married.Wang Xiaowu Le Xiaoyao still remembered that he was the one who carried Le's father back.Wang Xiaowu and Le Xiaoyao are of the same generation, and the younger members of the Le family call him Second Brother Wang.

Wang Xiaowu has five members in the family, one elder brother, three older sisters, and one younger sister.The eldest brother and three older sisters are all married, and the younger sister is still at home.Wang Xiaowu married Yu Xiaoqin, a girl from the Yu family in this village.

Yu Xiaoqin is a well-known beauty in the whole village, with a white face and black hair, anyone who sees her will be happy in his heart.The most important thing is that Yu Buqin is very handsome and has a good figure.Before getting engaged to Wang Xiaowu, those who chased Yu Xiaoqin could line up.

Le Xiaoyao didn't sleep well last night and didn't get up until noon. When he woke up, there was no one in the house. Le father and mother went to Wang Xiaowu's house to help.Le Chunchun and Le Xiaxia must have gone to see the excitement.

Le Xiaoyao doesn't remember why he went there back then, but he wouldn't be at home anyway.Hungry all morning, he went to the kitchen and looked around, only to find a steamed bun.

In those years, steamed buns were still a luxury item.Le Xiaoyao poured a glass of water, gnawed on a steamed bun and sat on the bench thinking: This time, no matter what, Le's father will not be allowed to go to Guangzhou.As for Le's mother, Le Xiaoyao has figured it out over the years, and he doesn't hate this mother anymore.It's just that I don't love it, so what should happen in the future.

After eating the last mouthful of steamed buns, Le Xiaoyao slapped his hands on his pants and ran out.Lejia and Wangjia are not far apart, cross a courtyard and walk for another 2 minutes.

From a long distance, Le Xiaoyao heard everyone talking and laughing. He was in a trance after hearing the familiar laughter for a long time. The hometown he hadn't seen for almost ten years was still the same as he remembered.Simple people are also very kind.

"Little brother, what are you doing here?" 12-year-old Le Chunchun looked like a little adult, with two ponytails hanging on both sides.She was about to ask her younger brother to come to eat, when she saw him standing at the door with a sad breath covering her whole body.But does the little brother who is only five years old understand what sadness is?

Braids were very popular in the 80s. If you pay attention, all the girls in the streets and alleys wear braids like Lechun.Unlike modern times, there are all kinds of hairstyles everywhere, and nine out of ten people have different hairstyles.

Le Xiaoyao recalled the scene at that time. After Le Chuntian dropped out of school at the age of 13, she took up the burden of the whole family. She dug out the land of the five people with her hands, and later paid for his tuition.Under the relentless toil of the years, Le Chun looks almost 30 years old.

Thinking of this, Le Xiaoyao's eyes turned red: "Sister..."

Le Chunchun was startled by the younger brother, thinking that the younger brother was being bullied by someone, so he quickly comforted him: "Little brother, it's okay, tell me who bullied you..."

"No one bullies me, I just miss my sister a little bit." Le Xiaoyao shook his head and said.

"A five-year-old boy is still crying..." Le Chunchun laughed.

This sentence made Le Xiaoyao furious: "Sister, who is crying..." I was so sentimental!Do you understand how sad...

Le Chunchun wasn't making fun of Xiaoyao either. He followed his words and said, "Okay, my little brother has grown up, so he won't cry anymore."

The siblings walked into the Wangjiatang courtyard hand in hand.

The author has something to say: I don’t know if there is such a pistol, and I haven’t found it after searching for a long time. Dear friends, don’t say that I am not responsible for the article.There is also a comment...Scattering flowers...