dead person

The dark red blood flowed down the furrows on the back of his hand to his fingertips, dripping into an inconspicuous line of blood on the ground.

Du Changyuan, who was awakened by the sound of pushing the door, heard Changsheng shouting at him before he could speak, "What do you say your name is? Whose child is it?"

"Uncle..." His strange expression made Du Changyuan forget what to say for a moment, but his eyes fell on his bloody fingertips, and his face was pale due to the wind blowing in from outside the door.

Du Changsheng rushed to him in three steps at a time, grabbed his collar and dragged him out of the bed: "Tell me, who are you?"

Regardless of his skinny appearance, due to years of farm work, his hands are terrifyingly strong. Du Changyuan felt that if he didn't let go, his life would be lost here.

He quickly patted the back of Du Changsheng's hand, his face turned red: "Uncle, let go of your hand, I'm about to die."

"Let go of me. Didn't I say it all yesterday? I'm long-term. You said that in this poor country, there can still be a foreigner cheating on food and drink."

"You're talking nonsense." Du Changsheng pushed him away, pointed to his nose and said, "How could you be Changyuan? The child Changyuan has been dead for more than ten years."

"Now you say you are Changyuan, do you want to live with the child we buried in the ancestral cemetery back then?"

Du Changsheng was a little incoherent, he coughed violently after speaking in a hoarse voice.

"Cough cough...cough... hurry up and pack your things and get out. After all these years, my third brother finally got over the pain of losing his son. Naturally, I can't let you provoke him any more."

"Go...you hurry up and go!"

Seeing that he still wanted to say something, Du Changsheng was too lazy to talk to him any more. He just pulled off his quilt, turned around with a limp, and walked around the room, dragging the box in the corner over. , and smashed towards the bed.

Du Changyuan, who was still woken up in his sleep, still didn't understand what happened. When he saw the box hit, he just rolled on the spot, so he didn't get hit.

He still wanted to say something more, but Du Changsheng turned around and slammed the door aggressively away.

Outside the door, he could still be heard cursing loudly: "I only give you a few minutes, if I still see you here later, I promise you won't be able to leave this village..."

Du Changyuan could no longer hear the next words clearly, but walked away as if cursing in his native dialect.

Du Changyuan didn't care about thinking about the current situation, so he quickly turned over and put on his coat, picked up the moon hiding on the bed, and rushed out the door.

Why did this old thing go crazy so early in the morning?I didn't want to live here yesterday. Didn't he forcefully marry and drag my suitcase, so I would come with him?

joke!

Also, what does he mean by Chang Yuan has been dead for more than ten years?Am I not standing here well?

What a fool!

As soon as he walked out of the yard, the moon nestled in his arms struggled to jump out of his arms, jumping happily around the grass beside him.

Du Changyuan smiled, shook the hand holding the handle of the suitcase, and walked quickly towards the entrance of the village.

After many years, I finally returned to the hometown that appeared many times in my dreams.

After walking for a short distance, I came to the intersection where I entered the village last night.He stood at the intersection and looked at the traces of fallen weeds on the small road. It really looked as if he was the only one who had been in the village for a long time.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the misty sun in the sky, and explained himself: "I guess it's been too many years since I came back, maybe they have changed a better way to get in and out of the village."

The steps under his feet were brisk, and every time he passed a house, he would take a few glances at those houses, and then think about who probably lived in this place in his memory.

Not long after, he stopped when a row of small bungalows fell into his sight.

After all these years, the appearance of the house has not changed much.It's just that the creeper in the backlight of the house is bigger than what I remember.

"Little Moon, we're home."

He turned his head to look at the moon, which was standing at his feet and tilted his head to look at him. The excitement on his face almost drowned the smile on his face.

Standing in front of the big iron door, he clenched and loosened his outstretched hand several times before knocking on the iron door.

What will they look like when they see themselves in a while?Is it happy or something else?Haven't seen him for so many years, can they still recognize him at a glance?

When the time comes when I see them, shouldn't I smile first and then hug them?

"Knock...knock..."

After knocking several times in a row, there was a sound of light footsteps in the yard.After the iron door opened a crack, half of his body stretched out from the crack.

The woman was probably in her 60s, with a liver-colored woolen hat on her head, and a black padded jacket wrapped around her body, as if she hadn't woken up.

"Who? This early in the morning doesn't make people sleep well."

Seeing the face that appeared tens of thousands of times in the dream, Du Changyuan raised the corners of his mouth and opened his mouth, but found that he seemed to have lost his voice, and couldn't say a word "Mother".

So in Zhao Xiujuan's eyes, she saw a 30-year-old man standing in front of her door with a smirk on his face early in the morning.

Du Changsheng ran out of the yard and ran towards the cemetery like crazy.The early morning mist made it difficult for him to see the road under his feet, and he would slide hard a few times after a while.

The sound of his footsteps startled a few birds flying by the edge of the cemetery.He was dazed, holding his breath and looking for those tombstones one by one.

After searching a few times in a row, he remembered that he was still young when he was gone, and it should have looked like a shallow mound of dirt.

With his crazy hands, he pulled the weeds on the grave mounds and threw them on the ground indiscriminately. When he found the small mound, he let go of his hands.

He wiped his face violently with his muddy hands, muttered something that others could not understand, then turned around and ran towards Du Changhong's house.

Sure enough, he saw the man standing in front of the door from a distance.

Without further explanation, he ran straight towards Du Changyuan, turned over and grabbed his wrist, and walked him towards the cemetery.

"Changsheng, what are you doing? This box..." Zhao Xiujuan looked at the suitcase that fell from the door, and shouted at the abnormal Du Changsheng.

"Sister-in-law, I still have something to do. I'll come to see third brother later." While talking, Du Changsheng's steps became even faster.

Du Changyuan tried to break free from his hand several times, but failed.Looking at the increasingly desolate scenery around him, he began to panic for some reason.

This old man must be a lunatic. If he really died here, would he be legally responsible?

It wasn't until Du Changsheng stopped and he saw clearly where he was that his heart suddenly shrank.

The lazy sun had just risen from the sky in the early morning, and the cold white light fell on the tombstone, which only made him feel chills in his heart.

Yes, he seems to have been to this place too.

Only then did Du Changsheng let go of his hand and pushed him to the position of the small grave.

"Did I warn you to get out of the village quickly? I don't care who you are or what you want to do in our village, as long as you leave now, I will pretend that these things never happened."

"If...if you are still stubborn..." Du Changsheng said this, he turned around and picked up a big stone and lifted it up, "I don't know what I will do."

"Uncle... After calculation, I should still call you Uncle. Why don't you believe what I said so much?" Du Changyuan only felt his heart tighten, and his eyes also turned black.

Naturally, he could see that if he persisted, the stone of the crazy old man in front of him would definitely fall on him.However, what did he have to do to make him believe his words?

"You asked me to believe you?" Du Changsheng slammed the stone in his hand towards him, "How can you tell me to believe you?"

He grabbed Du Changyuan's shoulder, pressed his head half body and lay down on the small mound, pointed to the mound and asked: "Then do you know what it is? who is it?"

Looking at the ordinary little mound, Du Changyuan only felt suffocated for a while.An inexplicable panic surged in his heart, causing him to push Du Changsheng away, and curled up with all his strength in fear.

"Enough...enough..." He gritted his teeth as hard as he could, not answering the crazy old man's question without his own name.

However, it seemed as if someone was shouting loudly in his heart.

That's right, the person buried there is you, you, Du Changyuan!

With trembling hands, he took out the wallet in his arms and threw it towards Du Changsheng: "ID card... Look at my ID card..."

Du Changsheng looked at him coldly, squinted his eyes and brought the ID card to his eyes, only then could he clearly see the name and address of his hometown on it.

As soon as he let go, the ID card in his hand fell to the ground.