The afternoon sun is hot and dazzling.

Zhao Xin dragged a small suitcase and walked out of the train station with the bustling crowds. When he looked at the tall buildings in front of him, he almost couldn't help but burst into tears. He touched a hard box on his chest and shouted sadly in his heart: "Mom, have you seen it? We finally went home..."

"Classmate, which school are you from?" Just as Zhao Xin's heart was surging and his thoughts were full of thoughts, a pleasant voice sounded in his ears, as if a clear spring in a valley flowed through his heart, causing him to suddenly wake up from his grief.

Turning slowly, what caught my eye was a pretty girl. Although she was not pretty, the bright smile on her face made her look sunny and full of youthful vitality. Even at the crowded train station, her appearance added a dazzling bright color.

She was also wearing a red ribbon on her body, which read: Receive volunteers!

Zhao Xin then noticed that many simple sheds were temporarily set up in the square in front of the station, with many banners of school names hanging on them. There were many students wearing volunteer ribbons like the girl in front of the square and the exit. Most of them were young and beautiful girls. They were like butterflies wearing flowers and dancing in the bustling crowd, leading some freshmen students and parents to the reception points of various schools. Naturally, parents carrying large and small bags were indispensable next to the freshmen, and some even had two or three parents accompanying one freshmen.

Looking at these young students, Zhao Xin couldn't help but feel sad. Once upon a time, he had longed for a colorful life in the ivory tower, but fate seemed to be a big joke with him. Ten years of dark detention has suffered from inhuman torture; three years of bloody revenge, life-threatening life, living in endless killing almost every day... He has almost forgotten that life can be so beautiful and simple.

A strong smile slighted on the corner of his mouth, and Zhao Xin said slowly: "I'm not a student."

"Ah..." The girl seemed a little surprised, stuck out her tongue, and said to Zhao Xin embarrassedly: "I'm so sorry, I, I thought..."

"It's okay!" Zhao Xin smiled, as bright as the sun suddenly jumping out of the clouds in the hazy weather, making people shine.

The girl was stunned for a moment. After a moment of silence, she turned around and ran away as if she had woken up from a dream, her heartbeat was like a little deer. As a sophomore girl, she was not in love and was ignorant of the world. The boys who pursued her in school had at least one row, but she never felt so excited.

In fact, in her opinion, Zhao Xin was not handsome. She even looked a little tender at first glance, so she mistakenly thought him for a new life. But his unintentional heaviness and vicissitudes seemed to have an indescribable charm, and magnets generally attracted their attention.

Before he could run a few steps, he suddenly heard Zhao Xin ask behind him, "Which school are you from?"

The girl couldn't help laughing. She had encountered all kinds of chats, but how could she ask the school without asking about her name and phone number?

She turned around and looked back and smiled, "I am Southwest University of Science and Technology, my name is Tang Tang, remember..." With a silver bell-like laughter, the girl jumped and disappeared quickly in the bustling crowd, like an ethereal elves, suddenly coming and leaving, without any signs in advance, and no traces were left afterwards.

"Haha, Southwest University of Science and Technology? Interesting..." Zhao Xin smiled slightly, turned to look at the banner of Southwest University of Science and Technology in the most conspicuous middle of the square, and then dragged his luggage and slowly integrated into the crowd.

...

The car was speeding all the way, and Zhao Xin looked at the changing scenery outside the window, and her mood fluctuated. The closer she was to the destination, the more complicated he felt. She was looking forward to arriving quickly, but she seemed to be inexplicably scared in her heart. As she was struggling over and over again, the car finally stopped.

"It's here, please 43 yuan." The driver pressed the meter without expression, then turned his head and said to Zhao Xin.

Zhao Xin seemed to have not heard it, and her eyes were blankly looking out the window.

Thirteen years, thirteen years have passed, but here seems to have become a forgotten corner. The city's development is changing with each passing day, but there is no change here, which is almost the same as the scene in Zhao Xin's mind: dilapidated and mottled tube buildings, messy asbestos tiled sheds, messy electric wires like spider webs, bumpy streets flow freely and emit foul stenched sewage... What Zhao Xin remembers most is the towering sycamore tree on the roadside. He still remembers that his friends like to play under the trees the most, but he can only watch it with great envy.

"Hey, I'm here, can't you get off?" Seeing that Zhao Xin didn't move for a long time, the driver seemed a little impatient and urged him angrily, and even honked heavily. If the business was not good today and had not taken the guests after a few rounds, he wouldn't want to come to such a place at all. The dirty and messy public security was not good. I heard that a taxi driver had been robbed nearby in the past. Fortunately, it's daytime now, otherwise he would rather be complained and refused to come here than to go here.

Zhao Xin took a deep breath, tried her best to calm down her ups and downs, took out a hundred yuan bill from her pocket and handed it to the driver and said, "No need to look for it." Then she pushed open the door and got out of the car.

The driver was surprised to take the 100-yuan bill in surprise, which seemed very surprising. He drove a taxi for almost ten years and did not confiscate tips. Some foreign friends would give some tips after taking the bus, but not too much, at best, just five or ten yuan. There are unique situations where the tips given are higher than the actual consumption amount. What's more, Zhao Xin came to the shantytown called urban psoriasis? Aren't the people living here all the poor people who live here?

After bounced the 100-dollar bill in his hand and confirmed that it was not a fake bill, the driver in a good mood rolled down the car window and shouted to Zhao Xin: "Hey, buddy, do you want me to wait for you here? This place is not easy to take a taxi!"

Zhao Xin waved her hand and said, "No, thank you!"

"Okay, this is my business card. If you need a car, call me anytime and wait 24 hours a day!" I wonder if the 100-dollar bill was working, but the driver seemed very enthusiastic.

Zhao Xin did not refuse, took the business card and said, "Thank you, I will call you when I need it. But what you should do now is to inspect your car. The air filter element should be blocked, and it is estimated that there is too much sludge in the crankcase. It is not a big problem, but if it is not dealt with in time, there may be problems."

"Really?" the driver was skeptical, "Don't you think there is anything wrong with the car?"

He is also an old driver who has been driving for more than ten years. He is very proficient in the car and is quite familiar with it. He always repairs any minor problems on weekdays. But he didn't even notice that there was a problem. The person in front of him only sat once and knew it. Is he talking nonsense, or is he really an expert in this field?

"Haha, I just said it casually, you don't have to take it too seriously." Zhao Xin smiled slightly, dragged his suitcase and turned away, leaving the driver behind the big brother scratching his head.

If Zhao Xin continues to lobby him that the car has problems, then he may also regard Zhao Xin as a liar, but Zhao Xin left so lightly, and he was a little confused. He was struggling for a while before he decided to drive the car to repair it, regardless of whether there are any problems or not. They relied on the car for a meal, and if there were big problems in the car, the losses would be huge.

Zhao Xin walked slowly along the familiar narrow street, looking as if he was looking for a way, or looking for a deep memory. Perhaps he was going to work during the day, and the street seemed deserted. Occasionally, he met one or two people, and looked at him with strange eyes.

The door next to "Cruff" opened, and then a basin of water splashed out. Zhao Xin subconsciously whirled, and almost instantly he had already hid aside. The water splashed on the ground, and the splashed water droplets just fell next to his shoes, which would only wet his pants and shoes. The distance was as if it had been measured accurately in advance.

"Ah? Sorry, I didn't notice anyone outside." Seeing that it was almost splashing, a young woman in her twenties and carrying a doll on her back walked out of the room and said with a look of embarrassment. Her face looked pretty, but the hardships of life seemed to have been marked with the mark of wind and frost on it.

"It's okay." Zhao Xin said indifferently.

He recognized the young woman in front of him as his former neighbor. Although more than ten years have passed and his appearance has changed, some deep-rooted memories will never change. Especially over the years, although he has been struggling on the edge of life and death, these precious pictures appear in the depths of the dream, which seem to have been engraved in the depths of memory and become part of the soul. Without these precious spiritual power, he would probably not be able to hold on.

"Hey, I haven't seen you before? Are you not a person here?" The shanty township is not big, and most of the people living here are familiar neighbors, so a stranger comes occasionally, which everyone finds very strange.

Zhao Xin nodded and said, "Yes, I'm here to find someone."

"Look for someone? Who are you looking for? I grew up here, and there are no people here that I don't know." I don't know if it was because of my subconscious feeling of being friendly or natural, the woman said enthusiastically: "You tell me who you are looking for, and I'll take you there."

"I..." Zhao Xin hesitated for a moment before saying with some difficulty: "I'll look for Yao Weiwen..."

This seemingly ordinary name seems to have some magic power. Zhao Xin almost used all her strength to speak it out. After saying that, he gasped and felt a lot of pain in his heart.

"Yao Weiwen? Aunt Yao?" The woman asked in surprise: "What are you doing for her? Aunt Yao and his son have been dead for many years." When she said this, she couldn't help but shake her head, with a very regretful expression on her face, "Aunt Yao is a very good person, a rare kind heart. Although her son is a bit inclined and weird, he is smart and sensible. When we encounter homework, we will ask him when we encounter a big fire more than ten years ago, both mother and son were buried in the fire, and none of them came out..."

A drop of crystal tears flowed out from the corner of Zhao Xin's eyes and slowly flowed through his cheeks.

Of course, Zhao Xin knew that the blazing fire was the night when he couldn't see his fingers. He clearly remembered that he was about to wash and sleep after helping his mother with housework as usual. As soon as he entered the house, he felt someone shaking in the darkness. He thought he had been a thief, but before he could shout, he lost consciousness. In a daze, the last scene he saw was the fire that soared into the sky, illuminating the night like the day.

And this firelight has become an indelible nightmare for him in the future. Whenever he is awakened by a nightmare at midnight, a raging fire is inevitable in his dreams.

"By the way, who are you from their family? This is the first time I have encountered someone coming to find them in so many years!" The woman asked in surprise. To be honest, if Zhao Xin had not mentioned it today, she would have almost forgotten that such a mother and son who depended on each other in the shanty town had lived in.

Without a trace, Zhao Xin wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and asked without answering, "Do you know where they are buried? I want to go and worship."

"It was in Phoenix Mountain Cemetery, and the neighbors gathered money to bury them. But it was said that it was a burial, but in fact, it was just some of their remaining clothes. The fire burned everything, and not even the bones were intact. It was so pitiful..."

"Thank you." Zhao Xin thanked politely and turned around and left.

It was not until he walked around the corner and disappeared from the woman's sight that the woman muttered to herself in surprise: "Hey, why do you think this person is familiar? It seems that he has seen him somewhere?"
Chapter completed!