Chapter 982

It's not a ghost fire, nor a star, nor an eye.

That's the light.

Just like the simple street lights you see in the streets of any small border town, there are only one every hundreds of meters. The dim lights can only make people feel that the sky is darker and the night is more lonely. Even if there are planes flying over, you can't see them.

Beyond the wall is the forest.

This side of the wall is also a forest.

Deep in the forest, there is a not wide but flat road and a building that can live for hundreds of people.

There is also a small river around the building.

In the southeast corner of the river (that is, the location of the surrounding area), there is a small stone arch bridge on the river.

Walking across the small bridge, you can see a not wide but upright street. On the right is the building and on the left is the river bank. Weeping willows are planted on the bank. When the wind blows, the willows are thrown at will.

There was no one on the street, only a yellow haired dog who didn't know who owned it. When he saw the car coming, he quickly got up from the root of the wall and barked here.

The sound made Fang Yuan think of the donkey. He felt warm in his heart, stopped the car in front of the small bridge, put out the fire and lit a cigarette.

There is no doubt that this is Carmen town.

That night as early as 80 years ago, except for the dozens of children under the age of 10 who were taken away, all the residents of Carmen town were killed by a group of people like them.

The top secret report collected by vampire bats clearly states that when more than 200 former Soviet soldiers suddenly turned into 400 and began to kill each other, the former Soviet authorities made a quick decision, dispatched heavy weapons to bomb the side into slag from a long distance, and sent heavy troops to guard the outside.

As for whether the great wall surrounding the town was created by the former Soviet authorities, it doesn't seem to matter.

What is important is that the town of Carmen, which should have been bombed by the former Soviet military with heavy weapons, should have been turned into ruins even if it had not been razed to the ground. There is really no reason to maintain such a clean and tidy "town appearance", and there is a familiar warmth everywhere.

Slowly, Fang Yuan smiled.

No way, too familiar.

Three years ago, he was chased and killed by the flower demon and fled back to Queen Tang with his tail, but he has been a courier for more than half a year.

At dawn every morning, Fang Yuan will ride his broken tricycle and listless donkey out of the alley and turn left for up to 80 meters. He will drive up a small green slate bridge, step on the boundary of the new urban area, and go to Lao Chen, No. 3 branch of Cuijia district to count the express.

During that time, from the age of 13 to now, it was the most bland, boring and warm and leisurely day, which was worth remembering all his life.

Since I met Xia Xiaoyun, Fang Yuan has been in constant trouble. He is always "on business", including this time.

But no matter where he goes on business, when he is bored, he will think of the small bluestone bridge, the weeping willows along the coast, and the old urban area he is familiar with.

Just because you can think of it doesn't mean you can see it.

But what if you see this familiar scene in Carmen Town, thousands of miles away from the king of the Tang Dynasty?

Should Fang Yuan laugh?

Of course you should laugh.

In any case, Fang Yuan was relieved to see the original home (Architecture and pattern) here, opened the skylight again, got up, sat cross legged on the roof and lit a cigarette.

If you sit high, you will see far, just as if your vision is open, your thinking ability will become more active.

This is not Carmen Town, this is the old city of Tang Dynasty, at least in the southeast corner.

This is not a dream, because no matter how real a dream is, it will wake up after the burning cigarette hurts your fingers.

What Fang Yuan saw was true, just as he was very sober now. He didn't dream or hallucinate. He did see his hometown when he should have seen a ruined Carmen town.

The old city of Tang Dynasty, the former site of Carmen Town, is located in the forest deep in the southwest border of Russia.

He walked along the river and found the yellow dog standing on the top of the bridge.

Fang Yuan bent his fingers and flicked off the cigarette end, trying to shout at the dog, "donkey, come here!"

This dog with yellowish hair is the donkey with the deepest memory in the surrounding area.

"Cone, cone, cone!"

The donkey standing on the small bridge, after hearing the elder brother's call, barked a few times and rushed over immediately. He jumped on the front of the car sensitively and jumped into his arms. His tail swayed wildly and stretched out his long tongue to lick his face.

Fang Yuan didn't refuse.

On the contrary, he enjoyed the feeling of being licked if the dog was really a donkey.

There are many ways to identify the true and false of a donkey, but there are two most direct and effective ways.

One is to check the donkey's skin - above the leg on the right side of its neck, there is a penny sized scar, which was penetrated by a bullet hole. It is a memorial left by a big villain who jumped up in time to block the bullet when he hid in the dark with a pistol.

It is also regarded by Fangyuan as a witness of brotherhood.

There is a penny sized scar on the lower left of the dog's neck -- is it really a donkey?

Fang Yuan stroked his head with a smile, took out a few banknotes from his pocket, raised his hand and threw them out.

These banknotes are the change for lunch in a radius, only a few hundred (rubles), which is enough to buy a plate of braised beef.

Donkey is a financial fan. He loves money more than his eldest brother. He has always put an end to waste. He is not angry with Fangyuan's current corrupt behavior of throwing money at him. He immediately earned his arms and threw himself at the money flying with the wind.

Looking at the donkey chasing the money, the smile on Fang Yuan's face finally solidified.

There were seven bills in total. The donkey took the boss's effort to find them all. He jumped up on the roof with his mouth in his mouth and put them in his arms. The dissatisfied cone screamed a few times.

"Alas, Mao, donkey, let's call you donkey for the time being. Can you tell me what's going on?"

Fang Yuan raised his hand and patted on the donkey's mouth. He seemed to break open its mouth at will and looked at its last tooth.

Whose dog can not only drink but also eat sugar. As a result, he has cavities?

It seems that the only cheap dog is the donkey.

Even in just half a second, you can clearly see that the tooth at the back of the donkey's mouth is decayed.

His heart sank again and was at a loss.

No matter how reluctant Fang Yuan is, he has to admit that the dog in front of him is a donkey.

The building in front of him is his familiar hometown.

Can I say that I crossed the forest and returned to the king of Tang?

But even if I cross back to the king of Tang, where are the spacious roads, towering buildings, flashing neon lights, all-weather cars and garbage cans full of condoms in the new urban area?

When Fang Yuan looked back, there was only a dark forest and a narrow gravel road extending from the depths of the forest like a snake. There was no chaotic steamed stuffed bun shop of Lao Meng and his wife, no light and wine bar, and naturally there was no little sister who wore a skirt and pressed the road in the middle of the night.

There was only a small bluestone bridge, the road he was familiar with behind the bridge, and the old urban area, the southeast corner, which was destined to exist forever in his mind.

Did Kunlun come here?

Fang Yuan didn't know. He didn't want to think about other problems at the moment. He jumped out of the car and hit the donkey (just think of it as a donkey for the time being, maybe it was a real donkey, which was brought here by a great God who could copy a corner of the old city of the king of Tang).

The donkey immediately jumped down, wagged its tail and ran up the bridge first.

The bluestone slab on the bridge has been polished smooth, just like what Fang Yuan is familiar with, including the little lion without half a head on the left of the bridge railing.

Fang Yuan walked in the street, and the sound of footsteps was very quiet at night, even if he was wearing sneakers.

When walking to the entrance of his alley, Fang Yuan's footsteps stopped. He wanted to smash a piece of cement skin on the right wall to identify its age.

After coming out of Fangjia alley in the old city of Tang Dynasty, he turned left. It was the south wall of a food processing factory, which existed earlier than the surrounding area (Construction in the old city can't be carried out casually, just make do, even if it is ragged). According to the antique identification knowledge he learned from goats, he can almost identify how long the cement skin on the wall has existed.

But he didn't.

Even if we can identify from the building how many years it has existed here, so what?

The whole new urban area of Tang Wang is gone, and the old urban area can only see the southeast corner, which is about enough to accommodate hundreds of people. It doesn't matter when the wall of the processing plant was built.

When Fang Yuan stopped, he heard the noise of children coming from the wall of the processing plant. It was very real, not auditory hallucinations.

"Cone, cone, cone!"

The donkey, who had reached the entrance of Fang's small alley, turned back and barked softly and ran in.

Walk around.

He remembered clearly that after Xia Xiaoyun lived in his house, she had planted two Longhuai trees at the entrance of the alley, which made people look very uncomfortable.

There is no entrance to Fang's small alley here. It is very clean, just like before Xia Xiaoyun lived in it.

On the hill of the neighbor's house halfway along the alley, there is a light bulb with a low wattage, emitting a dim yellow light.

Now at the latest, that is, more than ten o'clock in the evening, the square guessed.

At this time of the season, the residents of the old urban area of King Tang would not stay at home. They had already run to the riverbank in twos and threes to walk their dogs. Oh, no, it's walking their legs. It's impossible to have no one.

There is no one here. It seems to live a small day of sunrise and daily income.

Fang Yuan took a special look in front of Qin Xiaobing's rented house.

The gate is closed and there is no padlock.

Fang Yuan's former neighbor surnamed Cui. As early as he was four or five years old, his family moved to other cities and only kept the old house as the root.

When four or five-year-old children grow to such a large area, they can't remember what their neighbors look like, or even their names.

Fang Yuan wanted to raise his hand and knock on the door, but he shrank back -- he was afraid, really afraid, that the person who would open the door for him would be Qin Xiaobing.

The appearance of his familiar hometown and donkey here has made his soul tremble. If Qin Xiaobing comes out again, Fang Yuan doesn't know how to face the reality.

Retracting his hand, Fang Yuan swallowed and spit hard and walked to his gate.

Xia Xiaoyun must also be mentioned -- in more than a year when Fang Yuan pretended to be dead, she spent great efforts to renovate the Fang family, and the gate was replaced with white iron, with two silver dragons on it.

The gate he saw now was not made of white iron, but the wooden door he was most familiar with.

The door was open, and the donkey had got in.

Fang Yuan slowly raised his hand and pushed open the door.