Prosperous Tang.

A little boy in a washed and white Chinese school uniform walked on the soft sand. The sunset was setting, and the reflected sand was shining like gold. The little boy walked along the coastline, leaving behind a string of shallow The foot sockets were smoothed as soon as the sea water washed them.

Ye Tian followed the little boy, leaving the beach all the way, leaving the seawall, and walking into the street paved with bluestones. The little boy held two conch in his hand, and sometimes put the conch to his ear, making a sound of "Woo" , The sea breeze was as wonderful as it made the boy's frowning brows unfold.

Behind the boy is a bamboo woven fish basket. There are a few holes with thick fingers on the fish basket. The two fresh fish that can't help jumping inside sometimes show their heads. The boy is too short, so he swings up and hits him when he walks one step away. Calf. It was very lively all around, just in time for the market this day, small stalls were lined up on both sides of Qingshi Street, shouting one after another, squeezing clay figures, squeezing sugar people, selling candied gourds, the boy looked at sticking on the sticks of grass and wood. , The candied haws wrapped in a layer of crystal clear syrup swallowed, and he squeezed the salty and fishy twenty cents in his hand. A five-year-old child resolutely turned his head and left.

Ye Tian walked behind him. The more he went, the more desolate he became. There were fewer and fewer majestic buildings on both sides, and gradually there were more low-rise bungalows, and the brick walls became less and less, turning into dusty soil. On the wall, the black glazed tiles became less and less, turning into a grass roof.

It’s already poor enough here, but the boy’s footsteps still didn’t stop. He passed by one small mountain village after another, and the sky was getting dark. There were almost no people around, only the black wind, screaming like a sad ghost. .

Finally, at the foot of a small hill, he saw a dilapidated house, and the boy stopped.

This wooden house is small and broken. The roof is made of straw and wheat straw. The holes in the roof are temporarily blocked by a few broken wooden boards. The door is full of holes as if it had been eaten by a bug. , The precarious appearance makes people suspect that a rain can collapse.

The little boy cheered, rushed into the room, called "Mom", and threw himself into the arms of a woman in coarse cloth covered with pudding. At this age, the most dependent on his parents, the boy raised his head proudly and stretched out his fin. The fish’s back was stabbed with small hands with small holes. "How about twenty cents for fishing today?" After speaking, he arched his head twice in his wife's arms, and came to the side of his father who was lying on the bed, describing the withered. "Dad, Xingsheng will work hard to cure your illness. We will always be together as a family."

The little boy was only five years old, and he struggled to carry the fish basket, but he was happily, as if he would be satisfied with everything as long as his parents were around.

Father pulled out a smile with difficulty and nodded weakly.

The child did not realize that the mother was staring at her deeply, her brows were exhausted, and there was a trace of determination, she seemed to be unable to support it.

Three days later.

"Xingsheng, come here." The lady called her son. She was dressed neatly today. The coarse cloth covered with pudding was just washed yesterday. Not only that, but he also washed the clothes of both of them. The daughters-in-law who were doing laundry together praised her for her ability. She filled Wengli's water and made a beautiful breakfast. There were actually two poached eggs that Xingsheng hadn’t eaten for a month, so Xingsheng today delighted.

"Mom, what are you going to do?"

The lady said, "I'll go to the market to buy Xingsheng's favorite candied haws."

Xingsheng clapped his hands, then his expression darkened, "What do I do if I miss my mother?"

"Silly boy, mom will be back soon, if you want mom..." The lady looked at the two conch shells in Xingsheng's hands, took one by herself, and stuffed the other into Xingsheng's hands. Speak in your conch, and the sound will reach your mother's conch, and your mother can hear it."

Xingsheng was very foolish, nodding excitedly, eager to try, and thought it was fun.

The lady is gone.

After an hour, Xingsheng missed his mother, and shouted to the conch, "Mom, haven't you bought candied haws?"

Throughout the day, Xingsheng didn’t know how many times he had yelled at the conch. The only response to him was his father’s sigh on the bed. The sky gradually darkened. Xingsheng squatted at the door, tired, lying next to the conch. I kept asking, "Mom, haven't you bought candied haws?" Gradually, I lay on the ground and fell asleep.

For seven days in a row, the five-year-old kid awkwardly stepped on a small pier to learn to cook. At other times, he either went out to find his mother, or squatted at the door, talking to the conch.

After more than ten days, Xingsheng seemed to know that his mother would not come back and he would no longer speak to the conch. He did not cry, did not make trouble, but said nothing, and gradually took care of the housework. When he was six years old, his father After coughing all night, there was blood phlegm on the pillow, and blood in the spittoon. Early the next morning, Xingsheng couldn’t wake up his father. He thought his father was hungry, so he made a batter and fed it with a small wooden spoon. Entering, Xingsheng stayed with his father's body for three days and three nights. That night, under the muddy oil lamp, he said to his father, "Dad, I'll call mom." So he dragged out a cloth under the bed. The dusty box, the box is Xingsheng’s most precious thing, open the box, it is the conch, shrunken in the corner, crying tears can not stop, said to the conch, "Mom, I miss you, come back soon Right."

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Three more years have passed.

Xing grew up, he was much stronger than the nine-year-old boy. He had dark skin and was very capable. Many old people who watched were amazed by the fact that he can make money with such a son-in-law.

On this day, Xingsheng was holding a bamboo fish basket outside the wooden house. Suddenly a handsome and handsome young man came to Xingsheng. This young man had never seen Xingsheng. He was a young man in the nearby villages of ten miles and eight. Not as handsome as this young man.

Xingsheng thinks he has a close relationship with him, "Who are you?"

"My name is Ye Tian."

"Oh, are you looking for something to do with me?"

Ye Tian nodded, and conjured up a stick full of candied haws, "I'll give you candied haws."

"Why do you want to eat for me?"

"I want to change your conch."

Xingsheng was vigilant like an elk seeing a leopard, and roared, "No!"

Ye Tian looked at him calmly, "Xingsheng, something is dead in your heart, right? Are you going to be imprisoned in that conch for a lifetime? If I said, it was your mother who asked me to give you candied haws. Yes, will you give it to me?"

"it's up to you!"

Suddenly, Xingsheng burst into tears, and his heart-piercing cry did not miss an orphan, but was like an abandoned wild wolf.

After a long time, Xingsheng calmed down and walked into the wooden house blankly. For an hour, Xingsheng came out. Holding the conch, he could not let go, and held it tightly, just like holding the most precious baby. , Hesitated for a long time, and finally handed it to Ye Tian.

Ye Tian received his hand and suddenly fell to the ground. In Xingsheng’s expression of fear, the conch shattered, and Ye Tian yelled at the sky, "Living human skin, oh no, Xingsheng, you should put it down, now you have to put me down. Are you stuck in your reincarnation?"

After that, the surrounding scenes began to fade like old photos that have gone through decades.

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