Wang Jiexiang looked at the key with straight eyes.
Seeing its outline darken and fade again.
She stretched out her arms and slapped Yin Xian's chest fiercely.
The key disappeared in that instant.
Wang Jiexiang's hand clapped empty.
"What are you doing?"
Yin Xian was beaten for no reason, he looked down and saw her thumping her chest and sulking.
"Stupid, why are you hesitating! Why are you hesitating!" She patted the back of her left hand with her right hand, regretting so much that her guts were green: "Grab it right away!"
After venting, Wang Jiexiang asked him sullenly, "What were you thinking just now?"
"Thinking about my future," Yin Xian looked at the school building in front of him, "You said that your school does not have any requirements for teacher students."
"Your future... normal student..."
Wang Jiexiang reacted instantly.
"No way? Do you want to be a teacher in the future?"
Before she finished speaking, she hurriedly denied: "It's not like what you would do at all! You will be very poor. Didn't you always want to be a businessman?"
She has known him for so long, his ambition, his pursuit of money and power, she is very clear.
"My grandfather is a teacher, and I have always admired him."
Yin Xian scratched his head, not knowing what to say.
"Actually, I didn't think about it, I didn't make sure..."
They stood in the middle of the road and talked.
A bus passed the school stop and honked at them.
Wang Jiexiang looked back at the bus, and the name on the front of it caught her attention.
"The destination of this bus is our village?"
Hearing what she said, he hurriedly pulled her into the car: "If you have a car, then you don't have to take the mountain road."
Wang Jiexiang was not very happy: "It's strange! We don't have a bus there."
They got into the car and asked the driver.
The driver thought their question was even more strange: "Are you from other places? This line has been opened for several years."
"..." Wang Jiexiang didn't feel good, this opening is too much of a ghost story.
"Go home." Maybe because he mistakenly thought that she was close to home and was timid, Yin Xian took her hand very emotionally: "Don't be afraid, I'll be with you."
It's not good to spoil his interest, so Wang Jiexiang had to get in the car.
They sat in the last row of the bus, just the two of them and the driver.
Changing from being lively before getting into the car, Wang Jiexiang stared at the mountain outside the window without saying a word.
uncomfortable.
Strange bus, different mountain road.
Wang Jiexiang has been away for too long.
Coming back here, my heart is more uncomfortable than nostalgia.
After her mother left, the memory of her hometown was only painful.
Looking at the long mountain road, holding her breath, Wang Jiexiang was indescribably irritable.
It's fake, she said to herself: Don't take everything you see as real, wait for the key to appear again, and then you can leave.
The bus stops at the entrance of the village.
As the sun sets, people who have had dinner sit under the old trees at the entrance of the village to enjoy the shade.
Wang Jiexiang lost his way due to the newly built small shop and the erected telephone poles.
She looked up at the old tree as people on bicycles jingled their bells by.
The discomfort became more and more intense, her mind was empty, and her hands and feet were cold.
"Think about the way home slowly, I'll buy something to eat." Yin Xian patted her on the shoulder and entered the small shop.
Wang Jiexiang panicked and wanted to follow him in.
A person just came out of the small shop and met her face to face.
"Grandma." She subconsciously called her.
Wang Jiexiang's accent has not changed, just like returning to the night when he left, trembling with stolen money in his pocket.
Grandma looked older than then.
Her face was full of wrinkles, sunken into uneven gullies, her small eyes shone fiercely, and her hair was completely white.
"You still know how to come back?"
She grabbed her braid with such strength that she seemed to wring her head off, just like what Wang Jiexiang had seen in countless nightmares.
And she was like the motherless chick in the poor mountain village, crying and screaming.
With tears in her eyes, she caught a glimpse of Yin Xian running towards him.
After some entanglement, Wang Jiexiang's hair was loose and he was protecting her behind her.
Grandma relentlessly grabbed her and kicked Yin Xian.
Wang Jiexiang tugged at the corner of his clothes and reached out for him to hug.
"Scrap, dog bastard."
The old man supported his waist and spat on the ground.
"I said where did I go, so I ran away with the man."
Wang Jiexiang kept shaking, tugging at Yin Xian's collar, trying to end this nightmare.
"Help me, okay?"
Her hand was on his neck, where an obscure key had once hung.
"I want to go."
The cold hand caressed the warm skin, the outline of a string melted in the air, and the key reappeared.
"Okay," he said, "let's go."
The old man ran after them, cursing.
"That's why I tell your mother every day, you have to have a boy doll, a boy doll is good. Give a girl doll. I didn't learn anything at such a young age. I learned how to hook up with men outside, bitch."
Wang Jiexiang withdrew her hand from touching the key, easily irritated by her words.
"You are not allowed to call my mother!"
"Bah," she smiled brazenly, "Your mother is for me to talk about. Not only will I talk about her, but I will also ask her to talk about you."
Wang Jiexiang felt her heart was hammered hard.
Her ears were buzzing, her mouth was moving, and she was saying things that she couldn't believe.
"Is my mother still there?"
"Yo? I wish your mother would die, right? It's just right, you can mess around with wild men."
Wang Jiexiang jumped from Yin Xian's arms to the ground.
She ran hard and rushed towards her home.
The old trees from her childhood, the difficult dirt roads, the stream she loves most, and the flowers and plants in the mountains that she named after her.
She ran desperately, stepping across the changing scenery.
Gradually, she recognized them and remembered their original appearance.
Push open the wooden door of the old house.
She didn't look at her dad who was dozing off, and went straight to the kitchen.
Someone is cooking noodles.
Amidst the fragrance, she was always quiet, wearing a tattered apron.
Spoon in hand, she is taking a sip of the soup.
"Mother."
Wang Jiexiang ran over and hugged her back and her slender waist.
"Mother."
Mom turned and put her head in gentle palms, brushing her tangled hair.
Looking up, she wanted to see her face clearly.
"Mother."
Wang Jiexiang couldn't see her clearly.
Mother's face was hidden in a blurred fog, and her voice could not be heard.
The closer you get, the farther you feel from her.
With her face wet with tears, Wang Jiexiang tried desperately and kept calling her.
The mother comforted her child softly, took something from the apron, and held it in her hand.
key
Wang Jiexiang was taken aback.
Barriers, different worlds, thousand paper cranes, Little Rabbit Island, Yin Xian who became a rabbit...
The appearance of the key brought all this back to Wang Jiexiang's mind unexpectedly.
Holding the key, Wang Jiexiang was not as excited as before, and tears fell down.
Leaving the fantasy world means leaving her mother...
Then, with a second glance at the key, she recognized it.
It is not the same as the one I saw at Yin Xian not long ago...
Rabbit keychain, single silver-tone key.
Wang Jiexiang was struck by lightning: that was the key to her and Yin Xian's rental house.
At this time, Yin Xian was one step behind her and rushed to her house: "Are you okay?"
Wang Jiexiang stared at Yin Xian blankly.
Around his neck, there is another key.
Wang Jiexiang looked at the key in her hand, and then looked up at her mother hidden in the mist.
She is so silly.
How did you forget where you were
How could you think that you could really see your mother
Yin Xian knelt on his knees, wiping away tears for the stupid Wang Jiexiang.
"Let's go," he told her.
She looked at him deeply.
He urged softly: "Let's go."
Wang Jiexiang sniffed and held the key on his chest.
The light of the world was received in her hands.
Home, kitchen, mother, Yin Xian, faded away from sight.
She fell to the floor and closed her eyes.
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