Chapter 427

This year, Hao Zhi, 56, strolled in from the gate of the community with a cigarette and a bag of vegetables. He wanted to make some dumplings at noon. The live fish in his hand was fluttering in the plastic bag. The bag broke a hole. The water that had been poured in was constantly flowing out and dripping all the way. He had no choice but to walk and look down.

Bang! A man hurried over and bumped into his shoulder, which almost knocked Hao Zhi to the ground.

"Hey, you! Don't look at yourself when you walk?" Hao Zhi shouted.

The man was as thin as wood, wearing a broken grain of glasses, and his long hair was dirty on his face. He seemed to go in a hurry.

He carefully distinguished it from behind the cracked white glasses. He saw that it was Hao Zhi. He came up excitedly and grabbed his hand. He was so frightened that Hao Zhi suddenly pulled back his hand, and the plastic bag in his hand fell to the ground.

"They, they are all dead!" he looked back in panic, as if someone were chasing him.

"What are you talking about? Who's dead?" Hao Zhi looked at each other suspiciously.

The man didn't talk to him at all. He was like talking to himself and trying to tell him something. He muttered repeatedly, "they're all dead. They're out..."

Hao Zhi retreated in disgust. The man ran out of the community and disappeared as soon as he turned.

He looked down at the vegetables stained with dust on the ground and the fish trying to breathe in the puddle. He squatted down hard, cleaned up his things and continued to go home. When he turned a corner, he suddenly stopped!

That man

Hao Zhi stood in the same place like being hit by lightning. A vague memory in his mind suddenly seemed to be blown away by the wind. Many veins and scenery became clear in an instant. Isn't that Gao Chen?

Outline, voice, height and tone of voice, it was a person who had little contact with himself, but suddenly ran into his mind after decades. He was not an important role in my fantasy story, but why did he suddenly appear at this time

Who did he say died? Who are they... Including?

Hao Zhi returned home with a lawsuit full of brains. When he went to bed, he sat alone at the head of the bed smoking. Wang Yanke walked into the bedroom with a cucumber on his face. He saw Hao Zhi smoking and muttered a few words with dissatisfaction. Then he sat on the bed, turned on the TV and giggled with the variety show

"Old companion..." Hao Zhi turned and called her softly.

"Huh? What?" Wang Yanke said perfunctorily.

"Do you remember when I was a child, I got a delusion for a period of time?"

"Yes, it's better later? What? I'm going to continue to be ill? Ha......" Wang Yanke laughed with the TV.

Hao Zhi sighed and said slowly, "if I want to tell you that I have never doubted that everything is true in recent decades, do you believe it?"

"Believe it, why don't you believe it? I've been with a madman for most of my life. In fact, your head has always been childish. I haven't grown up for so many years, and I don't know you!" Wang Yanke sneered with slight contempt.

"..." Hao Zhi buried himself in his last cigarette, stood up and opened the curtains. He saw a bright moon hanging in the sky outside the bedroom window. After a long pause, he suddenly said firmly, I think I must go back!

"What?" Wang Yanke threw himself into the TV and didn't seem to hear what he said.

Oh, nothing... Hao Zhi finally gave up his attempt to talk and fell silently on the pillow. The summer mat was a little hard, which made him feel uncomfortable. He turned upside down and didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night. In front of his eyes, he kept shaking the pictures in his memory. The world he hadn't touched for decades, but no dust fell. Just wipe it gently, It overflows with bright brilliance.

Reality and illusion, after decades, in his feeling, he changed his position again.

Early the next morning, Hao Zhi went out. He checked the addresses of many old acquaintances on the Internet and visited them one by one.

"Please have tea!" the beautiful young nanny handed the cup to him. Hao Zhi politely leaned over and thanked him.

Song Xiaojia was a little indifferent to the visit of this strange "old classmate". There was no intersection between her and his world here. She was just a partner who played at school.

"Haven't seen you for 30 years, you're still well maintained!" Hao Zhi tried to find an opening speech, but suddenly found that his joke was a little inconsistent with his current identity. He smiled awkwardly. Song Xiaojia leaned against the sofa, holding a snow-white dog and looked at himself strangely.

"What's the matter with you?" Jiajia looked at Hao Zhi's clothes sensitively. It didn't seem like someone who remembered his old friend when he was in trouble.

"Well, it's just that the old classmate passed by and suddenly remembered to pay a visit to see how your life is..." Hao Zhi carefully worded for fear of being driven out if he said something wrong. He still knew Jiajia's temper.

"Oh, it's OK to talk about the past, my husband..." she drew a circle with her hand and pointed to the magnificent villa decoration. "It's not bad, so I've been at home and haven't done anything outside..."

Oh, good, good!

Hao Zhi took a sip of tea and the light jasmine fragrance spread in his mouth. His remaining light scanned the whole living room. Suddenly, at the corner of the second floor, he saw a pair of oil paintings!

"Is that a masterpiece?" Hao Zhi pretended to inadvertently point to the small painting.

"Oh... I don't know. My husband took it back a few years ago. I think I like it very much and hang it there!" Jia Jia looked at the picture with his action and looked happy, "maybe I think the color is good, and I don't know about painting..."

After sitting for a while, Hao Zhi stood up and said goodbye. Song Xiaojia politely took him to the door. She kept the dog in her arms and stood politely at the door, saying that she was welcome to come again next time.

Hao Zhi nodded and suddenly touched the puppy's head curiously. It's very cute.

Woof!

It is estimated that the dog has never seen a stranger. Suddenly, he bit it according to the back of Hao Zhi's hand. Song Xiaojia brushed the dog away, showing a surprised look. I'm sorry. It usually doesn't make people. I don't know what's the matter today. Didn't it bite you?

No... Hao Zhi smiled. Just now, his hand was almost half a centimeter away from the dog's mouth. Song Xiaojia held the dog away almost the first time it barked. How fast did he react? Is it a coincidence that the nerve reaction speed is almost less than 0.1 second?

Hao Zhi walked out of the villa area with his head down and disappeared silently at the corner of the community. Song Xiaojia touched the dog's head and muttered, freak! Then he turned back to the house, put down the dog, turned around, and suddenly walked up the stairs like thinking of something and stood in front of the picture

It was an oil painting with a dark background, painting the dark deep space of the universe. Against the background of twinkling stars, a planet was rising slowly from the lower right corner of the painting. On the surface of the planet stood a group of people as small as ants. With the help of a large hoisting locomotive, a row of long metal feathers were standing on the surface of the planet