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Text Chapter 143 The lights have dimmed like a lifetime ago

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    Following his already very meager memory, Ding Zhui found his way back "home". The road had not changed much, as if it had been bumpy and covered with weeds since the day Ding Zhui left.  He didn't fly this time, but walked forward one step at a time. With every step he took, the memories of those years would surge up like a tide. He would follow his mother to pick wild flowers on the roadside and carry his clothes on his back.  Humming songs in his schoolbag while going to school, fighting with his friends and playing marbles, and the heavy snowfall when he silently left the road alone in the cold winter of that year.  Now that I¡¯m on this road again, I have mixed feelings.  People along the way turned back curiously to look at Ding Zhui, a well-dressed and distinguished man. When Ding Zhui passed by their door, there were even skinny country kids looking at him quietly through the cracks in the door.  "It's been so many years, and I'm back again." Dingzhui stretched out: "It really hasn't changed at all." When he came to the village where he lived back then, Dingzhui didn't immediately go back to where he once lived.  Instead, he walked half way around the mountain to the mass grave outside the village. Step by step, he climbed halfway up the mountain and came to a tomb that had been deserted for a long time. He knelt down gently and bucked his head three times with tears in his eyes.  With a smile: "Mom, I'm back." After saying that, he stood up and began to clean the weed-covered grave, as if he was combing his white-haired mother's hair. Every movement he made  All very light and slow.  A thing that could be finished in less than ten seconds using superpowers took twenty minutes to complete.  After finishing, Dingwei took out the cigarette from his pocket.  Regardless of whether the grave was dirty or not, he sat down on it and said, "Mom, thanks to you, my son, I can still be alive. Don't worry, I'm really fine now, um If I have a chance in the future, I'll give it to you  You bring your daughter-in-law back. Don't blame me for not coming back to see you for so many years. You know, I'm busywell, I was in a hurry when I came back.  But I forgot about it when I was busy. If I come back next time, I will definitely bring you your favorite sauce duck and strawberries. Yes and strawberries that you can't bear to eat  " Ding hammer talked.  The tears couldn't stop anymore, and his voice became hoarse. He hugged the dilapidated tombstone and cried loudly.  Like a five-year-old child, the sadness can no longer be concealed, and the depression that has been suppressed in my heart for many years suddenly bursts out.  While he was crying, a soft and warm wind suddenly blew over the hill. It felt like someone was gently rubbing the set hammer's face.  After his eyes were swollen from crying, he slowly stopped crying, lit a cigarette again, sat in front of the tombstone and huddled up, just like he did after he was kicked out of the house and sat in front of his mother's tombstone to cry bitterly.  .  "I've been crying more and more lately." Ding Zhui wiped away his tears: "Mom, don't laugh at me. That's right I'm a man like the wind." After he finished speaking, even he couldn't restrain himself.  He laughed out loud, and then touched the tombstone with his fingers: "Mom, you know, my son is now successful, powerful and powerful, more than ten thousand people! How about it, I didn't disappoint you, did I?"  Smiling, as if waiting for someone to praise him, but after waiting for a long time, he lowered his head and sighed silently, then stood up: "Mom, I still have things to do. I will come to accompany you whenever I have the opportunity.  ¡± After saying that, he snapped his fingers and disappeared next to the tombstone. In the blink of an eye, he appeared next to the old well in the village and successfully frightened the woman washing clothes next to the well so much that she fell to the ground.  .  "Where did you come from?" The woman looked at Dingzhui in horror: "Are you a human or a ghost" Dingzhui thought it was really interesting to ask such a simple question, but he didn't say anything, just rubbed it  Sniffling: "Where does the old Sun who used to sell groceries in the village live now?" Hearing Ding Zhui's question, the middle-aged woman calmed down and patted her plump chest: "I still thought it was  Well, it turned out that I was looking for Lao Sun. Over there, just follow this intersection to the end. What are you looking for? That old guy is not a thing. What a good boy his son was at that time.  Ding Zhui smiled and said, he put his hands in his pockets and walked forward. In fact, he knew it from the beginning when the woman stretched out her finger.  His father still lives in the old house, and Ding Zhui pursed his lips because he was really a little nervous. Although he was already used to the wind and waves, but how could he not be nervous about this kind of thing.  He walked slowly towards the old house. Because his memory was strengthened by the ham sausage device, the things he had experienced were clearer than ever before. The faces of everyone here when they were young were still vivid in his mind. Those who were similar to him  Spend childhood together?Most of my friends have now become honest people with their backs turned to the sky, and some of their sons are seven or eight years old or even older.  The piecing together of the past and the present makes Dinghui feel extremely unreal. This world that should be familiar becomes increasingly false, and everything is bizarre.  After finally arriving in front of the old house, Ding Zhui found that there were many villagers gathered there. Some of them were smoking cigarettes and some were holding bowls, but most of them were smiling and looking at this small two-story building.  Everything that goes on in the brick house that looks out of place in the village.  Ding hammer curled his lips, pushed through the crowd and walked in. When he looked around, he found that inside there was a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old, pulling the hair of a fat woman in her forties and yelling angrily.  The boy Ding Zhui didn¡¯t know him, but the fat woman Ding Zhui still remembered it. It was this woman who made Ding Zhui¡¯s fate undergo earth-shaking changes. He always remembered what this woman did to him in that bone-chilling winter.  "I want you to take out the money! Money!" The boy pulled the woman's hair and rubbed it against the wall: "How many times do I have to tell you, stop talking nonsense to me!" "I am your mother you  How can you hit me" The fat woman wailed, but the boy was indifferent and allowed her to cry loudly.  Next to this weird mother and son, squatting was a skinny man.  He had a dark face and said nothing, just lowering his head and smoking.  As soon as Ding Zhui saw his expression, he burst into anger. He was also like this that winter, helplessly watching himself being driven out of the house to fend for himself.  "Give way." Dingwei tried to drill forward, but was stopped by an old man in his 60s or 70s: "Go to whatever you are going to do! Go to whatever you are going to do!" Dingwei blinked twice, and then pointed.  The noisy family inside: "Here." "You have lost. That woman brought it on herself. This whole family brought it on themselves. They can just eat the evil they themselves have done."  Smiling slightly, I suddenly felt that people in any world actually have a basic concept of right and wrong.  In their eyes, good people should be rewarded with good things and bad people should naturally not be rewarded with good things.  "Mom, I really have no moneydon't fightdon't fight" The fat woman begged with a trembling voice: "I really have no money" The young man's eyes turned cold.  She picked up a rolling pin from the side and threw it at her mother's head.  However, the stick failed to hit him at all. An iron-like hand grasped his wrist from behind, and he frowned.  Turning around: "Do you want to die?" The other hand of the setting hammer shook.  Then took a step back.  Then Lun Yuan slapped his brother, who was slightly related to him, on the face.  No one knows when the hammer appeared there, and no one knows when he took that slap.  Anyway, after this slap passed, the young man who was so fierce at first suddenly became silent.  Although it was not as exaggerated as the bleeding from the seven orifices, at least the nose and mouth were full of blood.  And after the fat woman let out a scream, she rushed towards the fixed hammer like crazy, but the fixed hammer just dodged to the side lightly, and then hit the courtyard wall casually, and the thick red brick was like a  Like large pieces of rice candy, they shattered with the sound.  At this moment, the guys watching the fun outside and the crazy fat woman were stunned, but the hammer leisurely walked up to the wall of the courtyard: "Hey, do you still recognize me?" The old man squatting on the ground admired the words.  At first, I stared straight at the fixed weight, unable to recognize it for a long time.  Of course, Ding Zhui didn't actually expect him to recognize him. After so many years, Ding Zhui's temperament and appearance have undergone earth-shaking changes. Not to mention the people he hasn't seen in more than ten years, I'm afraid he would be so different from five years ago.  It is difficult to recognize him even if he is the final hammer.  "Can't you recognize it?" Ding Zhui sighed and threw a cigarette from his pocket to his father: "It's a good cigarette, you've never smoked it in your life." Gilgamesh's fine tobacco don't say that.  Even the richest man in the world may not have smoked it for an ordinary country boy.  Seeing the old man pick up his cigarette, Dingzhi smiled calmly: "Actually, I have no purpose in coming back this time. One is to see my mother, and the second is to ask you, when this bitch kicked me out, what did you do?  Why don't you leave me alone, it's as simple as that." As soon as he said this, the people behind him immediately started to cheer, and the chatter was like a fly flapping its wings.  It sounds very annoying.  Of course, the one who was more surprised might be the old man squatting on the ground. He stared at the fixed weight's face, his eyes almost bursting out.  "DingDingDing hammer?" "Of course." Ding hammer adjusted a comfortable posture and looked down at this creature.?The old man who was in his fifties but looked like he was in his seventies said: "Who else could it be?" But the fat woman who was beaten like a pig's head by her son seemed to have seen a ghost and put her hands on the ground.  , kept moving back.  "What are you afraid of?" Ding Zhui chuckled: "I won't do anything to you. I didn't do it at the beginning, and I won't do it now. I want an answer today, why didn't you keep me here in the first place." The old man squatted on the ground.  He smoked a cigarette without saying a word, but the fat woman rushed to say: "Ah I'm sorry for you" "Fuck you, who the hell are you?"  His eyes widened: "Don't try to get close to me!" He was a serious person who had been on the battlefield. This aura was not something that ordinary people could bear. After being stared at by him, the fat woman did not dare to breathe for a long time.  My son, he was afraid that if someone didn't pay attention to him, he would slap him to death.  "Let me ask you, Old Sun." Ding Zhui looked at the old man on the ground with a smile: "Although we have no feelings, we are destined to be together, father and son. You have to give me an explanation." Someone was behind him at this time.  Shouting, Ding Zhuo suddenly turned his head: "Shut the hell up! Whoever is speaking out, I will destroy him!" Immediately.  There was silence on the field.  Ding Zhuo didn't like these people at all. That night he knocked on almost everyone's door in the village, but no one was willing to take him in, even for one night.  When Ding Zhui was eighteen or nineteen years old, he even thought about sneaking back and burning down this poor place. Although he is now calm about it, when he thinks back, he has nowhere to vent his anger.  "You have a good memory, right? That winter, I was outside crying in a ragged singlet, begging you to open the door. Did any of you fucking idiots open the door?" Ding Zhui snorted coldly: "So you all fucking  Don't pretend to be righteous for me." After saying that, he looked down at the old man and said sternly: "Is I your biological son?" The old man nodded dejectedly.  "Then do you fucking know that I was only twelve years old at that time. I didn't even have any fucking hair. It was ten degrees below zero outside and you let this bitch throw me out the door. Was that your fucking intention to kill me?" Ding  Hammer's voice became hoarse again: "I'm asking you. Don't fucking pretend to me!" The old man kept his head lowered. After hearing Ding Hammer's question, he didn't say a word or express anything.  "Fortunately." Ding Zhui let out a long breath: "My mother protected me. I survived the hell. You know, I wanted to lock you and your family in the house and burn them to death more than once. Damn it, I did something wrong back then.  What? I'm asking you? And you, I'm asking you! Did I make trouble for you or roll my eyes?" The fat woman was silent.  Because he knew that relatively speaking, Ding Zhui was really a well-behaved child when he was a child. Although he was stubborn, he was absolutely sensible. He never cried or made trouble and never said anything. He was almost always alone after washing, mopping, cooking and washing rice.  Dry.  And the reason why I kicked him out was simply because he was not one of his family members and looked like an eyesore.  "Okay, you don't have anything to fucking say, do you?" Ding Zhui sneered, and then suddenly raised his voice: "I'll fucking ask you again, why didn't you let me stay at that time!" "Don't don't Ding Zhui  It's all my fault, all the mistakes are my fault" "Shut up." Ding Zhui jumped off the wall, walked straight to the door, opened the door and walked in. After walking in, he found that  He didn't recognize this place at all. Although his former home was not considered rich, it was still well organized under his mother's care. With some small business, life in the village was actually pretty decent.  And now there is no other adjective here except penniless.  In addition to a color TV that Dingzhi¡¯s wife brought as a bride, there are only a few light bulbs left in the house as electrical appliances. The sofa is at least twenty years old, and there is also the bed, which he clearly used to lie on when he was a child.  The bed for painting.  And the most valuable thing is probably the mahogany dressing table left by Ding Zhui¡¯s grandmother back then.  "You really have the nerve." Ding Zhui chuckled: "You drove my mother's son away, and you still have the nerve to use her dressing table." With that said, Ding Zhui threw all the things on the dressing table to the ground.  Then he carried the dressing table with one hand and walked outside, then pressed it on the dressing table with another hand. Then, in full view of everyone, the mahogany dressing table suddenly burned. The raging fire turned the table into fly ash in a matter of seconds:  "This is my mother's treasure. Let me go in and see if there is anything else that belongs to my mother." Under the astonished eyes of others, Dingzhui turned the whole house upside down, and finally took away all the things that belonged to him or his mother.  Searched out??, except for the only photo of him and his mother that had become blurry and forgotten in the gap, everything else was completely ruined by the hammer.  At this time, the boy who had been knocked unconscious by Dingwei woke up. Dingwei walked up to him with a smile and slapped his face: "Young man, I have seen your miserable future." said  After finishing, he glared at the old man on the ground who never raised his head and a group of frightened villagers outside. He put his hands in his pockets and walked away: "I still have unfulfilled wishes to fulfill, and we are completely clear about everything."  Let¡¯s live a good life in the future.¡± The hammer did not stop again. The heart knot is very strange. It is solved just as soon as it is solved. Looking at the pitiful appearance of the fat woman and the cowardice of the old man for decades.  Ding Zhui felt that his younger brother would avenge him sooner or later. Cutting flesh with a dull knife hurt the most. They would definitely have no good results anyway, so it was better to just let them go. After all, this level was too far different from Ding Zhui.  With a sigh of relief, he feels that the sky has become blue and the water has become clearer. The only attachment he has to this world now is probably the braised pork cooked by his mother, but I'm afraid he will never be able to do it again in this life.  Of course, the decisive factor is not a philosopher or a thinker who is sentimental about spring and autumn. He is just a common man. As a common man, he does not have so many tricks. This trip may be the last time he comes to this world. Naturally, he must have a grudge.  Revenge comes with grudges and grievances. The grievances of the past must be vented and the kindness of the past must be repaid.  "Well Next step." Ding Zhui took out his list: "Yes, go see the food stall owner." The food stall owner in his mouth was the first person willing to give him a bite of fresh hot food.  To put it another way, he is the person who even saved Ding Zhui¡¯s life. He will always remember the bowl of hot batter on that snowy morning. It may not be delicious, but without that bowl of cheap batter, Ding Zhui would probably not be able to eat it now.  It has long since turned into a handful of loess.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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