Chapter 3, about memory

Ding Hao held his fist tightly and his heart was tidal.
He swears to himself that one day he will also cultivate himself into a peerless sacred power, possessing peerless force, being alone in the peak, defeating a hero with a sword, and showing the mountains.
Of course, now he is just a status sweeping underground.
No one noticed him.
After leaving the square bulletin area and following a winding road, Ding Hao soon came to ask the Jianshan area.
Compared with the beautiful scenery of Qianshan Mountain, the Houshan area is simply a dirty slum.
Here the thorns are dense, the terrain is sinister, and the strange rocks are like the land of the demon.
Asked that the daily garbage produced by tens of thousands of people on the top and bottom of the sword will be dumped under the stone forest and the cliff on the other side of this sloping stone forest. It has been accumulated for thousands of years. The rotten fermentation of garbage has already made the stench smell bad here, and the snake and the rat are rampant.
There is a pungent smell of odor in the air, just like hell.
However, in this harsh mountainous rock forest, there are large and small shacks, which are densely packed. Like the former Brazilian slums, there are no less than two or three thousand people living here.
The former Ding Hao was here.
"It seems that this is to ask the slums of Jianzong, and smashed a microphone. It seems that Laozi’s past life and life can not get rid of the fate of silk, and can only slowly counterattack."
According to the memory of Ding Hao's integration, most of the garbage piled up in this garbage pile, the majority of them are the inferiors of Jian Zong [Logistics Cleaning Group].
These people are not martial artists. They have no tyrannical strength and cannot survive in the wilderness of the demon. They can only rely on the humble physical labor to get the blessing of the sect of the sword, living in the mountains, in the dangerous world of the demon, like ants. It is generally difficult to survive.
On both sides of the curved road, there are thatched shacks built along the stone wall stone forest.
The thatched grass on the surface under the feng shui sun has turned into a dark black, and a thick accumulation of years is on the way.
I don’t know the sorrows of the young children’s laughter and laughter everywhere. Some huts have a faint scent, and the smoke rises. It’s full of vitality in this small, dirty area.
Along the way, many people greeted Ding Hao enthusiastically.
They are all friends whom the former owner of the body has met.
Ding Hao’s face was smiling and responded enthusiastically to everyone.
In a twinkling of an eye, through the narrow path, the rear of the slum is close to the garbage dump, and three to four kilometers in the middle is a deep cliff abyss.
At the edge of the garbage dump, there is an unexpectedly bright green __
Dozens of green saplings sang in the evening wind, like a group of green, soft elves dancing, and the blue fenced courtyard was surrounded by two carefully constructed thatched houses.
Although the entire courtyard is the closest to the garbage dump in the slum area, this green is like the green state in the desert. It makes people look brighter and even feels better.
This is Ding Hao's [home].
He pushed the fence door and gently entered the small courtyard.
There are more than 20 flower pots neatly placed in the yard. The plants are planted with extremely common wildflowers. On the roadside of the former mountain road, such wild flowers are everywhere, unobtrusive, and even treated as weeds. Unplugged, but placed here, but it is beautiful.
Ding Hao fiddled with the flowers in the yard for a while, and then he pushed the door into the hut.
The sunset came in from behind the window and the light was a little dim.
There is no furniture in the house.
A broken wooden bed with a thin cloth, a table of eight cents with one leg missing, a stove with stones, a black iron pot, a simple cooker, some broken earthen jars, pickles and Things like bacon, some simple everyday utensils hanging on the walls of the cottage, are already very worn.
The only eye-catching thing is a women's jacket that hangs on the main entrance wall.
This cotton-padded jacket worn by girls of about five or six years old, the fabric is extremely rough, and the workmanship is very common, but the washing is very clean and the dust is not stained. The red and bright colors add a little to the monotonous and shabby cottage. Warmth and color.
When Ding Hao pushed in the door, he saw this little cotton jacket at first sight.
This is the dress that my sister Ding Keer wore before she disappeared.
In the memory, it was the snowy afternoon three years ago. When Ding Hao returned to the day of the day, he found that his sister, who was at home, suddenly disappeared.
He looked like crazy in the entire slum.
Later, many people said that seeing a mysterious woman dressed in white, like a fairy, did not know why it appeared in the thatched cottage, and when she passed the hut, she took away the crying little Lolidin.
Later, the former Ding Hao, on the wooden pillar of the hut, found a line that he ignored before he was __
"This woman has a relationship with me, can repair my avenue. Southland, Muhuang Tianji left the word."
The handwriting is natural and straightforward. It contains strange powers. If ordinary people look at it for a long time, it will be dizzy. Many people in the slums have seen it. They all believe that it is definitely a strong and powerful peer. .
Who is this Muhuang Tianji?
No one knows.
The only thing that can be affirmed is that the southern region is very far away and far away. Even if ordinary people are riding a fast horse, they can't walk without eating or drinking, and staying for the rest of their lives.
After Ding Keer’s disappearance, the red little cotton jacket has pinned all the thoughts of Ding Hao’s three years ago.
At the moment, when I saw the red cotton aphid, a memory like a tide could unstoppablely flock to Ding Hao’s mind, and the fragment of my sister’s life, like a movie shot, and a four-year deep into the bone marrow, like Like the breeding of weeds, it has spread unstoppable in the depths of Ding Hao’s soul.
"Brother, why didn't father and mother want us? Where did they go?"
"Brother, you are hungry, can you give me a porridge?"
"Wow, a beautiful cotton jacket, my brother, is it really good? Oh, thank you brother!"
"Brother, when I grow up, I must give my brother a good meal every day..."
"brother……"
Xiao Loli is familiar with the crisp sound, as if still lingering in her ear, Ding Hao stays in the doorway, tears can not stop falling out of the eyelids, the heart has produced an almost uncontrollable impulse, so that he wants now I have to rush out immediately and get my sister back.
Ding Hao does not want to cry.
But I can’t help myself.
An unstoppable sorrow and impulse that permeates his entire soul.
Ding Hao knows that this is because of the fusion of memory, the former owner of this body is affecting his emotions for the missing bones of the missing sister.
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Seeking red tickets and collections, all kinds of demands.