Home of Rebirth

In 1992, Anqiao District was still full of bungalows, and the only two buildings were not high. One was a teacher’s building, and the other was left unused. People called it a ghost building, saying that it was haunted by ghosts. On the bed, when you wake up during the day, you will find that you are sleeping on the ground outside the door, but whether this is true or not, as for whether it is really haunted or not, in fact, very few people know.

There is an elementary school next to the ghost building, called Anqiao Primary School. It is a row of low-rise bungalows. Occasionally, you can hear the children's cadence when they read the text. Occasionally, you can hear the laughter of the bell ringing. When the school is about to leave in the afternoon, there will be crowds at the door. Most of the parents who came to pick up their children were middle-aged women riding bicycles, and some had fresh and cheap vegetables bought from the market in front of them in their baskets.

Anqiao District is the fringe of the city. When the city center had developed, it was still surrounded by poverty. Although it was poor, it still had enough food and clothing. It just lacked a lot of modernization, making people feel like they were still living in the 80s and [-]s.

Xia Yue, who came back to life, was not so motivated at the beginning, but was serious for two days, because he couldn't adapt.

The inability to adapt at the beginning is only existential and superficial. For example, there is no computer at home, and the lights must be turned off at nine o’clock every day to go to bed. Although the TV at home is a color TV, there are only two central and local channels. identity of.

Xia Yue, who had already adapted to adult life, was obviously unable to adapt quickly to the life of the first grade of elementary school, so when he went to school on the first day, as a glorious young pioneer, he did not wear a red scarf.

Seeing that a group of children who also did not wear red scarves were being punished to stand at the gate, Xia Yue was deterred, and at this moment his hand was held by Meng Huaiyuan.

Meng Huaiyuan looked down at his bare neckline and knew what was going on, so he took off his red scarf and wrapped his head around Xia Yue's neck.

Xia Yue looked up at him: "Then you are gone?"

"It's okay, I don't need to bring it since I'm a senior student," Meng Huaiyuan said nonsense casually.

Xia Yue looked at the row of children standing at the school gate, obviously big and small, he sighed, and resignedly untied the red scarf tied around his neck.

"What are you doing untiing it?" Meng Huaiyuan pressed his hand: "You want to stand with them outside too? Wear it honestly!"

Xia Yue shook his head, didn't speak, took off the red scarf on his own, and then took a small bite on it with his teeth, ready to tear it open, but he was too small now, so he couldn't tear it open at all, so he raised his head and handed it to Meng Huaiyuan , said: "Brother, help me tear off the red scarf, we two will be one by one, and we won't have to stand for punishment."

Meng Huaiyuan tore off the red scarf easily, so the two brothers entered the school smoothly with two strips of red cloth tied around their necks.

Xia Yue thought it was very interesting, and looked at Meng Huaiyuan proudly, only to find that Meng Huaiyuan was also staring at him carefully with his head down.

Meng Huaiyuan felt that Xia Yue had become smarter and more sensible, and he was not as delicate as before.

His family and Xia Yue's family are neighbors, they grew up together, in Meng Huaiyuan's heart, Xia Yue is different.

When he was nine years old, his father was at their house, and he cut people to blood in front of him, and then his father ran away, leaving him at home with the man lying motionless on the ground bleeding all over the place .

He hid under the table and didn't dare to go out. Later, he didn't dare to go out when the people were carried away, because the scarlet blood was still there. Taking care of him, it was the first time Meng Huaiyuan knew what fear was.

It was at this time that Xia Yue, who was only five years old, came to his house to know him. A small person walked through the gate of their house, through the crowd, stepped over the pool of blood, walked up to him, and held his hand to accompany him. He hid under the table together.

From that moment on, Xia Yue was irreplaceable in Meng Huaiyuan's heart.