The phone was silent for a moment, and I listened, and finally heard a little movement.

It's crying.

It was like Song Xian’s cry.

I'm not so sure.

After waiting for a while, I heard Wu Ling’s voice.

"Song Xian should have found out that her parents were no longer there."Wu Ling said.

The cry was intermittent, vague, and I heard other voices.

I felt panicked.

For Song Xian, seeing her parents, who has long since passed away, and fulfilling her parents' wishes is her greatest expectation.But now, everything is gone.My parents disappeared and that expectation was gone.

Song Xian is no longer young.

When she was young, she was able to follow an uncle, with her parents' bodies and ashes, all the way to escape and live.

What about her now?

At this age, I am afraid that I can't accept this kind of blow.

Wu Ling did not speak after.

I didn’t hang up the phone either.

The distant cry eventually disappeared.

“They’re back.”Wu Ling said.

Wu Ling seems to have no feelings about this, after saying, he said back to the real problem, "If there are really people or things from the future, and we are connected now, the situation becomes very complicated."Exactly how it needs to be studied.I will make a noise in the circle.If you enter the dream again, remember to pay attention to the date and place.”

I was bored.

The phone hangs up.

I was in no hurry to leave the office, my body was in a stall, and I leaned on the sofa.

The broken sofa shook several times, as if to break up.

I steady my body.

The sofa is clasped.

There was only such an annoying sound in the office.

Ye Qing did not appear all the time.

I stayed for a while and left with my phone.

Song Xian did not return to the six villages of workers and peasants.They didn’t call me either.

Normally, they couldn’t contact me.

The day was done, and the skinny and I separated them and went home.

I’m all lazy and can’t stand it.

I still have the cry in my head.

I can only imagine how sad she was.

I didn’t look at the archives, I didn’t go online to search for any information, and I went to bed early.

Everything is normal when you sleep.

When I woke up, I heard the waves.

I was awakened by the sound of the waves.

The clapping sound was very regular, until the screams of women and children, and the screams of men, broke this calm atmosphere.

I was pulled and my body hurt.

When I opened my eyes, I saw two familiar faces.

I was picked up by them and stuffed into a big tank.

Some salty cold liquid made me quiver.

“Mom...” The child shouted uncommentably.

“Little boy, don’t talk.Hiding, hiding here.Do not come out.When someone comes, you sink.”

When the voice did not fall, a loud voice came in.

The lid of the big tank was pulled up.

I heard a fight outside.

My body floated up and floated outside the big tank.

Song’s parents were dragged out of the yard.Their cries stopped.

Outside the hospital, there was more shouting and screaming.

A group of soldiers rushed in and poured over the cabinet in the house.

The lid of the large cylinder was opened, and the soldier put the gun in and stirred twice and met Song Xian.The gun was provoked, and a small fish with seaweed was picked out of the large tank.

The soldiers scolded and went away.

Song Xian held his breath in the tank until the lungs hurt, and trembling and trembling to find out his head.

She crawled awkwardly out of the water tank.I don’t know how to cry, I can’t remember to be afraid.

She simply shrank her body instinctively, looked back at the smashed room, ran to the door of the courtyard, and looked at it carefully.

The soldiers were gone, and there was a lot of blood on the ground, and some cloth heads and broken porcelain pieces.

Song Xian searched for a moment on this chaotic dirt road and saw the body under the tree.She saw her mother’s face full of blood.

The tears came out, and the voice cried out to his mother.

The little body stumbled toward the corpses.

“Aunt!Father!Mom . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

A man came out of the next room, covered Song Xian's mouth, hugged Song Xian's small body, and caught her in the house.

Outside the roof has the footsteps of boots.

The man was hiding in the crying Song Xiandong.

I found that there was an tunnel in the house, leading to the cellar under the house.

Not a subtle underground passageway, just a cellar for storing food, and it seems to have been abandoned for a long time.Perhaps because of this, this place that has been abandoned by the owner's house can become a hiding place.

The man kept an eye on the sound outside, and when the outside was quiet, he relaxed and looked at Song Xian.

Song Xian had already cried, his eyes red and swollen, and the tears could not flow out.

“Axian...” The man knew Song Xian, and after shouting Song Xian’s name, he gritted his teeth.

Song Xian did not react.

The time of the dream jumps.

There were more fish bones in the cellar, and the bodies of two more bodies, Song Xian's parents.They changed their clothes, were wiped clean with blood on their faces, and looked as if they were asleep.

“Uncle, why didn’t the gods come to us?”Is it because he has said bad things about Satan before?”Sung suddenly spoke.

The man sitting in the corner of the cellar was swollen, and there was some sadness on his dust-smeared face.

Song Xianding looked at the body of his parents and asked the question, without crying or making noise.

The time of the dream jumps again.

The man took Song Xian and her parents' body into a small boat.

Not a boat, not a yacht.This small wooden boat can be paddled forward.

The man rowed for a few days and nights.He and Sung were almost fainting.Finally, they saw the coast.

I realized something was wrong at the time.

The bodies of Song Xian's parents did not decompose.

Without waiting for me to figure out, the dream scene changed, and the fire engulfed the body of Song Xian's parents.

The men put their ashes up.The urn was brought out of the island.I also saw the wooden box that Song Xian let me take out.

When the dream scene changes again, the man is gone.

Song Xian sat alone in a chair and looked at the two ashes and the wooden box placed on the table.

In her memory, the man suddenly disappeared.

He worked outside the home, doing some hard work, and supporting himself and the little girl Song Xian.They fled all the way and found this small house that can now block the wind and rain.Life has been on the right track and has become stable.

The man did not return this evening.

Song Xian cooked, did not wait for the man, went out to look for, did not find.

She waited a few days, searched for a few days, and never saw the man again.

Song Xian thought that men might throw away their own burden.She thought she might have died somewhere, and no one had found it.

So the thought of Song Xian passed away.She still has to live.Without a man to take care of her, she has to be self-sufficient.

My soul was suddenly pulled by a force and flew away from Song Xian.

I heard a dialect and didn’t understand it, but I understood what it meant.

“The head?”

What head?

I look ahead.

The familiar wooden box opened.

Inside was a fossilized head, shaped like a snake head, with wild animal teeth, fish scales, and a pair of antlers.

The head is small.The box was filled with cloth heads and cotton lints to protect the head.

The box closed.

“That’s the monster’s head.Our ancestors found it from the bottom of the cave.The story of the broken-head island may be true.”

I heard the voice say this.

“This is a treasure.must be well preserved.Our ancestors specially packed it with one of the best treasure boxes...”

This ancient talk is not over, my head is in severe pain, and my soul feels a huge pull again.