There are various surnames in Majia Lane, but there is no one with the surname Ma. Because the history is too long, it is impossible to find out why Majia Lane is called Majia Lane. There is no clue on the official government website. It is just folklore in the interstellar world.
In the great era, when the capital of Ronni was still in the barbaric era, a wealthy family named Ma settled here and built some stone houses using local materials. Later, the Ma family moved away, and subsequent people relied on the stone houses left by the Ma family.
It was built to form a stone alley several kilometers long.
The alley is only about five meters wide, with dense stone houses on both sides.
At the entrance of the alley, there is an ancient camphor tree hugged by several people. It is said that this ancient camphor tree originated from the seeds of the ancient earth. It has extremely strong vitality and has survived several lightning fires. Now, this ancient camphor tree has been
It has become a beautiful scenery in Majia Lane and a well-known local attraction. Many tourists will come here to hang some red envelopes on the branches to pray for blessings.
The night is a bit chilly, but the ancient camphor tree still stands at the entrance of the alley. Time has left very obvious traces on it. However, in Zhou Sen's eyes, he is no different from what he was seventeen years ago. The branches of the ancient camphor tree are still there.
In the darkness, it looks like a giant dragon showing its teeth and claws, giving people an indescribable shock.
Zhou Sen felt a little inexplicably sad, because in his memory, there was never the word "friend". Now, he wanted to find a friend, and the only thing that could remind him was three classmates from seventeen years ago.
Yue’s elementary school classmate.
Have you been a failure?
In other words, this is a failure in the education of the adoptive parents.
Zhou Sen tried his best to outline the appearance of his adoptive father and adoptive mother in his mind. What frightened him was that the appearance of his adoptive father and adoptive mother became more and more blurry in his mind.
Zhou Sen sat on the stone stool under the giant camphor tree, looking up at the dense red envelopes hanging on the camphor tree. These red envelopes were hung on them by ordinary people praying for blessings. At that time, his favorite thing to do was to watch Chen Dao climb up the ancient tree.
Zhangshu steals these red envelopes, and he takes care of them below.
If this ancient camphor tree can accept the power of faith, after hundreds of years of incense offerings, it will probably have some spiritual energy. Perhaps, it can live for so many years because of the offerings of believers!
Zhou Sen gently touched the rough bark of the ancient camphor tree and let out a long sigh. Compared with humans, the vitality of plants is longer, but in myths and legends, it takes a long time for plants to become gods.
It is also dozens or even hundreds of times higher than that of human beings. Although this camphor tree has survived to this day after many disasters, it is still difficult to become a god. After all, for a plant that cannot move and has no ability to resist, the future is full of too many challenges.
How uncertain, just a random human thought may make it disappear into ashes...
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Zhou Sen stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a red envelope hanging on a branch fell into his hand.
Open the red envelope.
There are a few words written on the outside of the red envelope: I wish Qin'er good health.
Inside the red envelope was a one-yuan note.
A warm smile appeared at the corner of Zhou Sen's mouth. He remembered the happiest months in his life. He and Chen Dao were inseparable every day. They would often take advantage of the night to rob the red envelopes on the camphor tree, and then find an empty place.
The excitement and anticipation of opening red envelopes cannot be described in words.
Chen Dao.
Brother Dao!
Brother Dao, are you okay now?
Zhou Sen looked deeply into the alley, and just in time, a tall and thin figure appeared in the alley. The figure stumbled towards Zhou Sen, as if he was drunk.
knife!
Zhou Sen's pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw that the tall and thin figure was holding a sharp watermelon knife in his hand.
Zhou Sen's body flew up and climbed up the ancient camphor tree like an ape.
The figure arrived under the ancient camphor tree, first hid the watermelon knife under the stone bench, and then sat on the stone bench and lit a cigarette.
The smell of cigarettes filled the air.
There was a long silence. Although the figure lit the cigarette, he did not smoke it. He just held it in his hand in a daze, looking very worried.
Is it Chen Dao?
Zhou Sen smelled the smoke from the tree. It was a familiar smell. It was the smell of the cigarettes that Chen Dao smoked back then. He remembered that he stole a pack of good cigarettes from home for him. Chen Dao said that he was not used to it.
Find someone to exchange for the cigarettes he likes to smoke.
Is it him?
It was obvious that this man was in trouble and was in trouble.
"Chen Dao!" Zhou Sen couldn't help shouting after all.
"who?!"
Chen Dao suddenly bent down and picked up the watermelon knife under the stone bench. Immediately, it popped open like a spring and looked around with a vigilant expression.
"I, do you still remember?" Zhou Sen did not get off the tree.
"It's so dark, how do I know who you are!" Chen Dao cursed.
Zhou Sen thought for a while and decided to get off the tree.
It's Chen Dao.
That's right, it's Chen Dao.
Although seventeen years have passed, Zhou Sen can still find the outline of Chen Dao from the young man's face, but there are a few scary scars on the originally immature face.
Chen Dao stared at Zhou Sen with a suspicious look on his face. In his memory, there seemed to be no such person as Zhou Sen.
"Do you remember these red envelopes?" Zhou Sen raised the red envelope he had just opened.
"The red envelope... it's you! It's you! Hahahaha... Zhou Sen... I remember... it's you little brat! Hahaha... I remember, of course I remember... Hahaha..." Chen Dao was stunned for a moment.
, immediately burst into a burst of crazy laughter, then strode up to Zhou Sen and hugged Zhou Sen.
"Brother Dao!" Zhou Sen's eyes were filled with tears. He didn't expect that after seventeen years, Chen Dao still remembered his little friend. Presumably, this was the only person who still remembered him in his childhood.
"Hahaha... Why are you crying, a grown man? I'm here and I will continue to protect you!" Chen Dao laughed.
"Thank you, Brother Dao."
"Haha, I remember that you used to have a chubby face, but now you are thinner, um, much more handsome... Hey, after so many years, why are you still thinking about these red envelopes? Can you gain some energy!" Chen Dao had a look of hatred on his face.
Not steel.
"..." Zhou Sen's face turned petrified. Obviously, Chen Dao thought he was here to steal the red envelope from the ancient camphor tree.
"Don't worry, Brother Dao will support you in this big matter." Chen Dao patted Zhou Sen on the shoulder.
"Uh-huh."
"Let's go to my house!"
"It's so late... uncle and aunt..."
"They left long ago." Chen Dao's free and easy voice was a little dry.
"Ah..." Zhou Sen thought of two vague figures in his mind.
"Brothers are getting together today. Let's not talk about unhappy things. Let's go to my house and get drunk before we rest!" Chen Dao said boldly.
"Walk!"
Zhou Sen followed Chen Dao as he walked in the alley. Time seemed to go back seventeen years ago. At that time, he followed Chen Dao like this. At that time, Chen Dao was his protector.
Seventeen years have passed.
There are almost no changes in the small alleys. Some plants are climbing on some ancient stone walls. Under the shining of stars, it gives people a very emotional and poetic feeling.
Chen Dao's home is a three-story stone house deep in an alley.
The house is still the same as it was seventeen years ago, with almost no changes. However, when you walk in, it is completely different. In Zhou Sen's memory, Chen Dao's house was very clean, but now, there is alcohol everywhere.
Bottle trash.
Obviously, Chen Dao's life was not satisfactory.
"Sorry, it's a bit dirty." Chen Dao turned around and said.
"hehe."
On the first floor, besides a dilapidated hover car and several flying skateboards, there was an ancient motorcycle that was mostly buried in garbage.
The two walked through the garbage pile and went up to the second floor.
"Yi'er, come out and get something to eat, I have a brother here!" After Chen Dao and Zhou Sen sat down in the living room, he shouted loudly to a shaky door.
There was no movement in the room.
"Is she sister-in-law?" Zhou Sen felt something was wrong.
"You damn sister-in-law, I change it every day!" Chen Dao looked proud and shouted at the ajar door: "Yi'er, hurry up!"
There was still no movement in the room.
"Get up!" Chen Dao rushed to the door and kicked the door. The already shaky door fell down with a "bang".
"You're crazy! I'm sleeping! You're useless, why are you venting your anger on a woman like me?" A nearly naked woman ran out holding a ball of clothes and roared at Chen Dao.
"Ahem... I have a friend here..." Chen Dao glanced at Zhou Sen with an embarrassed look. At this time, Zhou Sen had already lowered his head, because the woman was naked!
"Friend! Friend! I have been friends with friends all day long. Look at what a bitch you have become, and you are still a friend!" The woman got dressed angrily. The more she talked, the angrier she became. She rushed to Chen Dao and slapped him in the face.
