Chapter 20: Second

Wang Jiexiang looked at the key with straight eyes.
Seeing its outline darkened and faded again.
She stretched her arms and patted her chest fiercely.
The key disappeared in that moment.
Wang Jiexiang's hand slapped empty.
"What are you doing?"
Yin Xian was beaten for no reason, and she lowered her head to see her sulking with a beating chest.
"Clumsy, what are you hesitating! What are you hesitating about!" She patted the back of her left hand with her right hand, her intestines were all green with regret: "Catch it the first time!"
After venting, Wang Jiexiang asked him sullenly: "What did you think about?"
"Think about my future," Yin Xian looked at the school building in front of him: "You said that your school does not have the requirements for teacher students."
"Your future... a teacher student..."
Wang Jiexiang reacted instantly.
"No? You want to be a teacher in the future?"
Before she finished her words, she hurriedly denied: "It's not like what you can do! You will be very poor. Haven't you always wanted to be a businessman?"
She has known him for so long, his ambition, his pursuit of money and power, she knows nothing better.
"My grandfather is a teacher, and I have always admired him."
Yin Xian scratched his head, not knowing what to say.
"In fact, I didn't think about it, not sure..."
They stood in the middle of the road talking.
A bus passed the school station and honked at them.
Wang Jiexiang looked back at the bus, and the name on its front attracted her attention.
"This bus's destination 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 stranger: "Are you from another city? This line has been in operation for several years."
"..." Wang Jiexiang felt bad, this opening is too ghost story.
"Go home," Yin Xian may have mistakenly thought that she was close to hometown, and Yin Xian held her hand very emotionally: "Don't be afraid, I'll be with you."
It was not easy to make him happy, so Wang Jiexiang had to get in the car.
They were sitting in the last row of the bus. Only them and the driver were in the bus.
Changing from the liveliness before getting into the car, Wang Jiexiang stared at the mountain outside the window without a word.
Uncomfortable.
Unfamiliar buses, distorted mountain roads.
Wang Jiexiang left for too long.
Back here, my heart is more discomfort than nostalgia.
After her mother left, the memory of her hometown was nothing but pain.
Looking at the long mountain road, Wang Jiexiang was indescribably irritable with his breathless breath.
It is false, she said to herself: Don't take everything you see seriously, you can leave when the key appears again.
The bus stopped at the entrance of the village.
As the sun sets, people who have eaten dinner sit under the old trees at the entrance of the village to enjoy the cool.
The newly built small shop and the telephone poles made Wang Jiexiang lost.
She looked up at the old tree, and people on bicycles passed by with jingle bells.
The discomfort became stronger, her mind was empty, her hands and feet were cold.
"You slowly think about the way home, I'll buy some food." Yin Xian patted her shoulder and entered the small shop.
Wang Jiexiang was flustered and wanted to follow him in.
The small shop happened to walk out alone and had a face-to-face meeting with her.
"Grandma." She called her subconsciously.
Wang Jiexiang's local accent remained unchanged, as if returning to the night when he ran away, with the stolen money in his pocket, shaking fiercely.
Grandma looks older than then.
Her face was full of wrinkles, sunken into uneven gullies, her small eyes shone fiercely, and her hair was all white.
"Do you still know to come back?"
She grabbed her pigtails and was so strong that she was about to twist her head off, just like she had seen in Wang Jiexiang's nightmares countless times.
And she also cried like the little chicken that had no mother in the poor mountain village before.
With her teary eyes hazy, she caught a glimpse of Yin Xian's figure running.
After some entanglement, Wang Jiexiang draped his hair and was protected behind him.
Grandma reluctantly grabbed her with her hand, kicked and beat Yin Xian.
Wang Jiexiang pulled at the corner of his clothes and stretched out his hand to hold him.
"Rotten goods, dog offal."
The old man leaned on his waist and spit on the ground.
"Where did I go, I ran away with the man."
Wang Jiexiang kept shaking, pulling Yin Xian's collar, trying to end this nightmare.
"Can you save me?"
Her hand was against his neck, where there used to be a fuzzy key.
"I want to go."
The cold hand stroked the warm skin, the outline of a string was melted into the air, and the key reappeared.
"Good," he said, "Let's go."
The old man chased them, yelling.
"So I tell your mother every day, you have to give birth to a male doll, a male doll is good. To give birth to a female doll, you can't learn at a young age, and learn to hook up with men outside, cheap stuff."
Wang Jiexiang retracted the hand that touched the key, and was easily irritated by her words.
"You are not allowed to say my mother!"
"Bah," she smiled arrogantly: "Your mother was used to be told by me. Not only did I talk about her, I would also ask her to talk about you together."
Wang Jiexiang felt her heart be hammered hard.
Her ears buzzed, her mouth was moving, saying things she couldn't believe.
"Is my mother still there?"
"Yo? I wish your mother died, didn't you? It just so happened that you could mess with the wild man."
Wang Jiexiang jumped from Yin Xian's arms to the ground.
She ran hard and rushed towards her home.
The old trees in childhood, the difficult dirt roads, the favorite creeks, and the flowers and grasses in the mountains named by her.
She ran desperately, stepping through the changed scenery.
Gradually, she recognized and remembered their original appearance.
Push open the wooden door of the hometown.
She didn't even look at her father who was dozing off, and went straight to the kitchen.
Someone is cooking noodles.
The fragrance curls, she is always quiet, wearing a tattered apron.
With a spoon in her hand, she was tasting the soup.
"mom."
Wang Jiexiang ran over, hugged her back and her slender waist.
"mom."
Mother turned around, covered her head with gentle palms, and combed her messy hair.
Looking up, she wanted to see her face clearly.
"mom."
Wang Jiexiang couldn't see her clearly.
The mother's face was hidden in a faint mist, and her voice could not be heard.
The closer you get, the more you feel that she is far away.
His face was wet with tears, Wang Jiexiang tried collapsed and kept calling her.
The mother gently soothed her child, took something out of the apron and handed it to her.
key?
Wang Jiexiang was startled.
Enchantment, another world, Thousand Paper Cranes, Little Rabbit Island, Yin Xian that becomes 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.
Leaving the illusion, also leaving her mother...
Then, at the second glance of the key carefully, she recognized it.
It is not the same as what I saw in Yin Xian not long ago...
Bunny keychain, single silver key.
Wang Jiexiang was struck by lightning: that was the key to her and Yin Xian's rental house.
At this time, Yin Xian rushed to her house one step later, "Are you okay?"
Wang Jiexiang looked at Yin Xian blankly.
On his neck, there is another key.
Wang Jiexiang looked at the key in his hand and looked up at his mother hidden in the mist.
She is so stupid.
Why do you forget where you are?
How can you think that you can really see your mother?
Yin Xian knelt halfway, wiping away tears for the stupid Wang Jiexiang.
"Let's go." He said to her.
She looked at him deeply.
He urged softly: "Go away."
Wang Jiexiang sniffed and held the key on his chest.
The light of the world was taken into her hands.
Home, kitchen, mother, Yin Xian, faded from sight.
She fell to the floor and closed her eyes.
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