Suddenly, will you raise your stupid face forty-five degrees, look up at the starry sky, and think about whether there is anyone who misses you as crazy as you at this time and at different places?

Time is like a line, connecting people's stories.

Yanjing. Farmhouse courtyard.

The Dong family is different from the Jiang family during the Chinese New Year, because most of the men in the Dong family come from the army, and the old man of the Dong family himself enjoys drinking, so they will definitely be drunk during the Chinese New Year.

The room was filled with lights and white wine, and the room was bustling and noisy.

However, in the backyard garden of the yard, there are two people waiting alone for this not-so-quiet space.

These are two men. One is sitting in a wheelchair. His back is tall, his face is facing the lights in the room. He looks at the pots of blooming chrysanthemums outside, silent.

Another man stood behind the wheelchair, and his eyes looked at the man's tall back, with a solemn expression and a rare sadness.

The wheelchair men don't speak, and he doesn't speak. Their bodies are hidden in the darkness, like two condensed sculptures.

A child pushed the door and looked out and was about to speak. After seeing this scene, he quickly shrank back.

However, the sound of the door pushing awakened the two people who were thinking.

"Uncle San, go back and have a drink." The tall man behind him smiled and advised. "The old man dug out his daughter Hong, whom he had buried for more than 20 years. They are having a great time in the house. If you don't drink a few cups, they will take advantage of them. They won't be merciless."

The man is silent.

Dong Xiaobao sighed.

He knew he wouldn't answer. Because so many years have passed, since he woke up, since he knew that his legs were amputated and his lower body was paralyzed, he has never spoken again.

As long as he sits in a wheelchair, he will always maintain this position.

He looked at a place and was as if his mind was blurred, as if he had endless thoughts.

The genius is so depressed that he has gone from starry to the desolate man in the eyes of the world. Such a blow is too heavy for people.

Sometimes Dong Xiaobao would also think, if he had reached such a point, what would he do if he was in his position?

The answer is - die.

Because of this answer, when others intentionally or unintentionally ignore him, the useless third uncle, Dong Xiaobao respects him more.

He knows the simplest common sense: others can do what he cannot do. Then, this person is better than himself.

Dong Xiaobao felt that the third uncle who was not dead was even more powerful than the third uncle who was seeking death.

But something that surprised him happened.

"Xiaobao—" A voice that seemed to come from hell.

Because the sound was too hoarse, like a mouthful of sand in your mouth. It was too dry, like a dying flower root and sapling.

"Uncle San." Dong Xiaobao called excitedly. "You - spoke?"

"I'm not dead." The man said.

"I know. Of course Uncle San is not dead." Dong Xiaobao walked up to hold the man's shoulder and said happily.

"Ten years of dreams." The man's voice was still hoarse. However, after saying the first few words, he finally opened his mouth and tore it open, which didn't sound as weird as the first sound.

"Yes." Dong Xiaobao sighed. "Ten years of dreams."

This big dream really makes people want to live and die. I am afraid that this is the most terrifying dream in the world?

"It's the New Year." said the man.

"Yes. It's the Chinese New Year." Although the few words that Uncle San sounded illogical, would Dong Xiaobao look forward to this? As long as he is willing to speak, who cares about other things?

"They are also celebrating the New Year," the man said.

Dong Xiaobao was silent.

Yes. They are also celebrating the New Year.

This is probably a thorn on the cover of a needle on Uncle San’s temple, which makes people feel restless day and night.

"Uncle San, don't be angry-"

"I'm not angry." The man wanted to laugh. But he also forgot how to smile. The yellow flesh on his face was pulled, and he couldn't make a gentle smile. "All the strength turned into hatred. How could he have - there was still extra strength to get angry?"

“—”

Dong Xiaobao couldn't see Uncle San's face. But he knew how many violent emotions were hidden in his heart if he could let someone say such words.

I can't even bear to be angry, just to use all the energy I need to be angry to hate.

"Xiaobao——"

"Uncle San." Dong Xiaobao replied.

"Do you feel powerless?" the man asked.

Dong Xiaobao's expression turned dark, as if he was insulted.

He smiled and said, "Uncle San, I am so useless in your eyes? I'm watching. I keep watching. When I catch the net, I will pick them up. Whether it's green or braised, it's entirely about my personal appetite."

"What are you waiting for? What are you afraid of?" The man said in a very unceremonious voice. "Are you afraid that you will be jealous of being too good? Are you lingering on a woman's belly to protect yourself? - Do you think such a trick can deceive?"

"—" Dong Xiaobao was choked and felt uncomfortable. This third uncle usually doesn't speak, and he can understand many things.

"Are you pretending to be accustomed to life like that? Or are you afraid of becoming another Dong Xinhang?"

“—”

Dong Xiaobao did not answer.

This answer is yes.

The third uncle was the most favored by the family at the beginning, and everything was arranged by the family. What was spread in front of him was a golden road. All he had to do was lift his foot and step over.

But at that time, wasn’t anyone in the Dong family jealous of him?

Jiang Keren's affairs were originally kept confidential, so how did he know that he was far away in the south?

The man surnamed Tang led his people to elope, how could he just catch up with his escape path?

Should those hiding behind him really help him or hurt him? Who knows if the hearts are separated from the belly?

"You can't become Dong Xinhang," the man said. "Because Dong Xinhang has used his failed life to warn you - you are going another way."

"I will think carefully." Dong Xiaobao said.

"Cowardly." The man commented.

"Uncle San——"

"You escape because you are not strong enough."

"Uncle San." Dong Xiaobao was furious.

"A powerful person will only let others escape." The man ignored Dong Xiaobao's emotions and said bluntly.

"I know what you want." Dong Xiaobao said. "That's exactly what I want. The woman I want must lie on my bed. The man I want must lie on his own grave."

"If you don't dislike me for being disabled, just bring me a waste." The man hissed. "If you don't kill someone, you will die."

"I would like to ask for advice from my third uncle."—

window.

An old man with a drunken heart looked at the scene in the backyard and stood silently for a long time—

A person's fireworks are lonely.

The fireworks of two people are happiness.

On New Year's Eve, Tang Chong set off alone and watched alone, fireworks rose, fell, rose, and fell - later, he didn't even look.

Fireworks rise, fall, rise, fall, until silent, until death.

With Bai Su here, she looked up and looked up. After she finished putting one, she would rush to put one too.

They will evaluate which one looks better and discuss which fireworks that exploded like what this one looks like.

"No, no. You just put two small ones on it. Now it's my turn to put a big one." Bai Su said as if she was holding a fireworkscope. No matter how big a woman is, she has the instinct to act coquettishly.

"Why do I put the small ones and you enlarge it? Why do you put two small ones and I enlarge it next time?" Tang Chong felt that this distribution method was unfair.

He put the small ones all night, and all the big ones were put on by Bai Su. He sprayed the big flower in the big flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small flower in the small

"Because I'm bigger than you, I've enlarged it." Bai Su strongly said it out loud. "Light for me quickly and help me light for me."

The fireworks are getting fewer and fewer, and the time is getting late.

Tang Chong took out his cell phone and looked at it, and said with a smile: "Wait a minute, there will be three minutes left to enter the New Year countdown. Let's use the last two large green holes to welcome the New Year, how about it?"

"Ah? It's twelve o'clock?" Bai Su exclaimed. She nodded and said, "Okay. Let's light the fireworks together. Let's see whose fireworks are beautiful."

So, Tang Chong also took out the last big leaf drill from the box and came out.

He held up his cell phone to count down: "Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven-ten, nine, eight, seven-three, two, one. Ignite."

The two of them ignited the fire at the same time. After the pedicle burned for a short time, a black medicine bag finally burst out.

Whoosh-
To be continued...