Burning fire

Changsha seemed to have had a light rain when it was not bright today, except that the air was damp and musty, and the embarrassing muddy ground was also drenched and sticky.

Someone must have stepped on the dirt road in the carriage, and there were a series of black-brown sole prints on the narrow aisle, and there was still some muddy water around the footprints, which was disgusting like pus.

Some people are so clean, with their lips curled up in disgust, walking on tiptoes, cursing in a low voice, thinking "the soles of their feet can't be wiped clean", "there is no one on the train to clean up"...

Zhou Qizun didn't have so much hypocrisy, he was used to being rough, and he was even more careless when he was out, so he passed away with mud soup.

A crossing was so crowded that Zhou Qizun was pushed to death by a large suitcase behind him, so he had no choice but to turn sideways, stretched his waist and took a few steps, and finally walked to his seat and sat down to relax. Get comfortable and take a breath.

Zhou Qizun bought a window seat.When taking any means of transportation, he prefers to sit by the window, to enjoy the scenery, relieve boredom, and feel more comfortable.

There is buzzing and noise in the ears, and there is a lot of chatter, which makes people want to plug their ears.

Zhou Qizun brushed his hair in annoyance.

Looking forward with his chin resting, Zhou Qizun saw an old lady sitting across from him.She should be in the car alone, and no one is walking around.The old lady had black and white hair, and when she sat down, she took out a bag of meringue biscuits from her cloth bag. She picked up a piece and ate it.

Zhou Qizun froze for a moment, staring at the cake. ——Sesame stuffing, in memory, Zhou Yi seems to like this kind of pastry and sweets very much.

Hmm... Do you like to eat?Zhou Qizun thought about it, and became a little uncertain again.

When he was young, he was careless and rarely paid attention to what his little sister liked to eat. Later, he served in the army for seven years. The number of times...you can count it with your fingers.

If he wasn't there when the accident happened at home, that girl must hate him very much.Does she hate him?Will Zhou Yi hate him?

"My brother did it." Zhou Qizun sighed in his heart.

"Want to eat?" Seeing Zhou Qizun staring at the shortbread, the old lady on the opposite side actually pushed the bag containing the shortbread over, "Try one? I made it myself, it's clean."

The old man showed two yellowed front teeth, which looked crisp and raw, and the one on the left was still stuck with a small black sesame seed.

"No need grandma." Zhou Qizun smiled.

"Try one." The old lady insisted, "It's delicious. I brought a lot."

The old lady patted the cloth bag in her arms, her wrinkled face was slightly flushed, and she said proudly: "My granddaughter has loved to eat the shortbread I made since she was a child. She is pregnant, so I bring some. Go to Jishou to see her."

Zhou Qizun stared at the old lady's face.If nothing happened to his family, would Jiang Qiuqin laugh like this in a few years?Smile old, laugh contentedly, laugh gloriously.

"Coincidentally, I'm also going to Jishou this trip to see my sister." Zhou Qizun said very flatly, as if he was just chatting with the old lady, "She has been out alone for many years, and I will pick her up."

As he spoke, Zhou Qizun rubbed his fingertips twice, picked up a piece of cake, and put it in his mouth.

Take a bite, it's so sweet.This is definitely the taste of a little girl, sticky and crooked.Zhou Yi will definitely love it.

"Thank you grandma. It's delicious." Zhou Qizun licked off the cake residue from the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

"Eat more if it tastes good." The old lady smiled even more.

She laughed for a while, and suddenly said with emotion: "It's better to be young, you young people are so kind."

Zhou Qizun lowered his head, the corners of his mouth still kept a slight curvature.He suddenly wanted to take out his phone and take another look at the photo sent by Liu Jian.

Eight years ago, the home was burned down by a fire, and Zhou Qizun didn't even have a picture of Zhou Yi.

But the old lady grabbed Zhou Qizun's hand, so he couldn't take out his phone to look: "Eat one more, eat another one." Another cookie was stuffed in Zhou Qizun's hand.

"Okay. Thank you grandma." Zhou Qizun put the biscuit into his mouth again, and he couldn't swallow the second piece.

Is it because it's too sweet?Otherwise, Zhou Qizun's throat should not be so shallow.

should.

"Grandma, don't eat anymore. I just had breakfast and I'm full." Zhou Qizun patted his stomach and said to the lovely old lady opposite.

"Yo, then don't eat, don't hold on." The old lady said.She looked sideways at Qizun next week, hesitated for a while, and finally took the cake back.

Zhou Qizun was stunned for a moment, only to realize that there was someone sitting quietly beside him.There was a lot of noise in the car just now, and Zhou Qizun was in such a mess that he didn't notice it.

But this man... No wonder the talkative and cheerful old lady didn't show off and gave him the shortbread.

This person was so quiet that he had to exist, he didn't look at people, didn't make a sound, and didn't move.He was sitting on the seat, like a wooden coffin board, with four words written on the coffin board - "Stay away from me".

He knocked on the back of his hat so that he could not see even a single hair.He was very thin, but he was wearing a windbreaker that was so big that it was like a clothes rack holding a large piece of gray cloth empty.

Looking down...Zhou Qizun couldn't stop his eyelids from twitching.

Although it's spring now, the weather is erratic, especially in the south where it's shady and cool, and the air-conditioning comes up from the ground. Zhou Qizun even wore a pair of leather shoes this time, but the one next to him is fierce. Zhou Qizun watched his feet She was actually wearing a pair of broken straw sandals with leaking toes.

Zhou Qizun: "..."

Zhou Qizun is an open-minded guy. If someone talks to him, he will mostly greet him with a smile. He is the type who is very comfortable in communicating with him. It's closed in a weird way, and it's hard to see.

Zhou Qizun simply turned his face away, not looking at the big windbreaker and straw sandals beside him.

At this moment, there was a unique bumping sound under the feet, the train had already left, and the speed gradually picked up.

The old man slept a lot, and after only a few minutes, the happy old lady opposite was holding the bag of shortbread, closed her eyelids and began to feel drowsy.

I fell asleep and still hugged so tightly.That's right, there is a bag of shortbread in my arms, which is the favorite sweetness of my good granddaughter, and the treasure of the old lady.

But the old man is not young anymore, and his body is definitely not resistant to tossing. Why did he travel long distances by himself, sitting on a crowded train early in the morning to see his granddaughter?When the bus stops, will someone pick her up?

A person's face is a magical mask, laughing, crying, expressionless.No matter how beautiful or ugly it is, it is difficult to see the story behind it.The ability of time is to make the performance of the face more and more perfect.

Who is from the heart, and who is reluctant... But every family has its own scriptures, and everyone has a lot of troubles, so who knows who?

It is inconvenient to ask more questions about the fate of meeting by chance, but it is enough to be polite and respectful, eat a piece of sugar cake and smile.

Zhou Qizun took off his coat casually, raised his buttocks, leaned out his upper body slightly, and gently put the coat on the old lady.

Feeling that someone around him glanced at him, Zhou Qizun turned his head sideways, and the "big windbreaker" beside him remained motionless, hiding his face under the hood.Instead, the bottom pair of feet in straw sandals slowly rubbed against the ground.

Zhou Qizun sat back in his seat and turned his head to look out the window.It was cold in the morning, and the cold windowpane was covered with a layer of moist mist. This layer of milky white was like a gauze curtain, blurring the scenery outside.

Zhou Qizun stretched out an index finger and pressed two points on the window, and he rubbed the two points to make them bigger, forming two symmetrical holes.

After a pause, Zhou Qizun added another arc below - a smiling face with big holes was drawn like this.

Under a hole, a drop of water trickled down slowly, like a cold tear.

The smiley face with big holes was crying.

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In the bathroom at the end of the carriage, Zhang Jueming washed the blood off his palms with cold water.After turning off the tap, the wound on Zhang Jueming's palm had almost healed.

"I told you that you don't need to feed Changshengling all the time." Zhou Yi said.

The longevity bell was floating in front of Zhang Jueming.Zhang Jueming shook off the drops of water from his hand, grabbed the longevity bell, and put it in his pocket: "The wound is already healed."

Zhang Jueming: "You are so worried about Zhou Qizun, if you can't wake up, if you can't be conscious, you will be very scared."

"You don't need to be polite to me." Zhang Jueming patted the longevity bell through his pocket.

"Who is being polite to you?" Zhou Yi was not happy, "Doesn't he love you? I don't know why, you are really... If I hadn't been in the Changsheng Bell, I would have been... bored to death gone."

Zhang Jueming was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly.

He actually liked Zhou Yi's tone.Unhappy, irritable, and awkward are the unique tone of a little girl.It is rarely heard.

Zhang Jueming can probably imagine that brother Zhou Qizun is rough, but honestly, he must dote on Zhou Yi very much, the kind that spoils him to the limit. In addition, Zhou's parents are kind and open-minded. Zhou Yi used to be absolutely naive. A romantic little girl, even a little willful and arrogant.

Zhou Yi was three years older than Zhang Jueming when she sealed her soul into the Changsheng Bell. Now that Zhang Jueming is 24, Zhou Yi has stopped forever.

Fear, helplessness.It was tragedy that shattered her innocence.

"Are you laughing? You like being scolded so much..." Zhou Yi sighed, "You idiot, you're so stupid, you're so stupid."

Keep looking at her, how can she not feel distressed.

Zhang Jueming was young, with a heavy burden on his back, his left shoulder was pressing Ming Yuan, and his right shoulder was holding the sun of Zhou Qizun.Cold blood circulated in his body, his body temperature was cold, but he hid a soft and warm heart.

Zhang Jueming like this...doesn't know whether Zhou Qizun did the crime or Zhang Jueming did it himself.

Looking at his pale face in the mirror, Zhang Jueming said, "You are really Zhou Qizun's younger sister, and you are the best at cursing people."

The longevity bell dangled in his pocket twice, but Zhou Yi didn't make another sound.

"Okay, let's go out." Zhang Jueming's expression changed, "I just saw Yinren and Zhou Qizun sitting together."

"The yin man didn't have a supplementary ticket when he got on the bus. He should have bought a ticket a long time ago and planned to take this car. What a coincidence..." Zhang Jueming frowned, "Zhou Qizun has a talisman of transforming evil spirits , I also used will-o’-the-wisps to warn the other party. There are too many people in the car, so nothing should happen, but you still have to be careful.”

"It took more than eight hours to arrive in Jishou, and you are going to stand and watch at the back of the carriage?" Zhou Yi asked.

"En." Zhang Jueming pushed open the door of the bathroom, and hid in the corner of the last row. He chose a suitable angle, raised his eyes to look out, and happened to be able to see Zhou Qizun's position.

Zhang Jueming said in a low voice: "Just look at it like this, don't get too close."