They got nothing but a body.

Cicadas chirp in the oppressive and gloomy sky, the heat makes clothes stick to the body, there is no wind.

Mo Cong suddenly turned the steering wheel. Without a word of greeting, he changed the direction with Anjie. In this regard, Anjie just looked at him suspiciously. Mo chuckled: "I'll take you to a place."

"The morgue?" No matter who saw he Jingming's way of death, his interest was not high. What's more, the dead man had a lot to do with him, "or crematorium? I've met more dead people than alive these days. "

"Babaoshan." Don't rush.

"Oh, the cemetery." Anjie said half dead.

Mo Cong turned his head and looked at him. He seemed to smile sheepishly and show his white teeth. It was like Anjie was a little shy and childish when he first met him, but it was more sunny. Anjie was stunned for a moment and almost made his smile shake his eyes.

"You'll know when you get there."

When Shijingshan District was more than ten years ago, it was basically not like a city. It was very depressed, and there were large areas of farmland. Now it has changed a lot, almost unrecognizable. The smooth roads and flower beds on both sides, the high-rise buildings along the way and the direct subway make this place look no different from the downtown. Mo Cong took him seven turns and eight turns, and finally entered a residential area and stopped the car.

Anjie pulled down the window and looked out: "why?"

"Come down." Mo Cong held his hand like a child. Anjie felt a little uncomfortable and tried to pull it back, but it didn't work. Mo Cong's palms were slightly sweaty, and he didn't look surprised. He pulled Anjie all the way to a big cypress with a fence beside it. This big tree must be as thick as three people. There is another one not far away. It has luxuriant leaves. Standing below, it makes people feel like blocking the sky and the sun.

The metal fence is covered with spots of rust. You can touch it with your hand.

"When I was a child, I heard the old man say that these two trees should have been planted at the door by a large family in the past. It would have been two or three hundred years." Mo Cong didn't feel dirty either. He put out his hand and patted the fence. His palm was immediately covered with rust. "Our old house lives here, but it has already been demolished and all the buildings have been built. There are only two big trees left."

Anjie looked at him a little confused. Is this Mo Cong a little stupid?

"Come here." Mo Cong took Anjie and made a half circle around the big tree. Then he looked around. It was in the afternoon. There were no residents walking around. It was very quiet. Mo Cong stretched out his hand to support the fence and jumped in like this.

Anjie opened his eyes slightly and immediately stepped back two steps to look at the scenery, indicating that he didn't know the man. Mo can't help laughing loudly. His hair is in a mess, and his light colored shirt cuff is rubbed with a large stain.

"When I was a child, I played here with a group of monkey children. I jumped into the fence to say" enter the house ", so I couldn't be caught." Mo Tsang patted the fence with a look of nostalgia on his face. However, for an adult man's body, this "home" is probably a little small. His back is almost close to the tree trunk, and it's very difficult for him to stand on his side. "Do you want to come in?"

Anjie looked around like a thief and lowered his voice: "come out for me. Don't be shameful. Pay attention to the red sleeve hoop aunt detaining you as an environmental destroyer."

"Tut, I haven't brought anyone here for many years. You don't appreciate it." Mo quickly rolled up his sleeves and put his elbows on the fence. "If someone grabs me, I will admit that you are my partner and encourage me to dig the roots of socialism."

Anjie covers one eye with his hand. He can't bear to see the scene of "excessive psychological pressure leads to adolescent mental disorder". He lowers his head, but his shoulder can't help stirring up: "great young master, please."

"Get me a stone." Don't rush to persuade him.

"What for?" Anjie looked at Mo Cong's squatting down and drew something on the ground with his palm. He went to lie outside the fence and whispered in a sincere pleading voice, "Shijingshan playground is not far from here. Shall we go there to relieve the pressure? Don't disturb the people here... "

"That rose bed over there, isn't there a sharp stone under it? Bring it to me." Mo Cong's index finger drew a fork on the ground and raised his head to repeat his request to Anjie.

An Jie felt helpless and took the big stone in his hand. It seemed that he was hesitating whether to take care of Mo Cong's head. Mo Chu stood up, took the stone with a playful face, pulled the back of Anjie's hand by the way, and gave a quick kiss.

Anjie drew back her hand like a needle. She looked at no one around with a guilty heart. Then she gave a glance: "the city appearance construction is so inefficient because of people like you who are unconscious and have no public morality."

Mo Cong squatted down again and curled his mouth: "director of education at an University..."

Anjie watched him dig with stones at the place where he drew the fork, and he could not help squatting down: "what is this for? Do you have a baby here? "

Mo Cong laughed: "when I was a child, I asked my father why there should be a fence beside these two broken trees. My father said that this is to protect ancient trees. In the future, we have to go around this for everything we build here. I thought, "what a good place to hide things."

"What did you bury? Transformers? "Comic book?"

Mo chuckled and didn't answer. He concentrated on digging on the ground, stopping from time to time to determine the position.

Ten minutes later, Anjie's leg felt a little numb. He stood up, stamped twice, took out his mobile phone, took a look at the time, and whispered in a child like voice, "can we hurry up? While there is no one at noon, you should dig quickly. "

When the residents wake up and take a nap, he really can't afford to lose this man

Mo Chuo whistled. Anjie looked down and saw a corner of a plastic bag in the soil. Mo Chuo planed next to the plastic bag and pulled it out. Anjie was so picky that it didn't expect that the non degradable white pollution had the function of preserving things.

Don't shake off the soil beside the plastic bag carefully, and take out a small box from it. It's rusty, too. You can barely see that it's the small sugar box of the past. Mo Cong lay on the fence and carefully opened the lid of the sugar box, which was about to spread. The contents of the sugar box suddenly jumped out, and he held it in his palm.

Anjie looked around. First, there were a dozen photos, which were yellow and rotten in some places. He carefully clipped them with his fingertips. Those photos were the same as those entrusted to him by Mo Yannan in the desert. It seemed that they were a set of little boys with tiger heads and brains, twin girls with human arms, and young couples with similar appearance. Mo Cong is waiting for Anjie to look at those photos. He is still holding the rusty sugar box in his hand. I don't know why. He seems a little nervous.

After Anjie finished, he gave it back to Mo Cong: "you'd better dig it out and take it away. The photo is made of paper, so you can bury it under the ground. What do you think... Er, what is this thing?" He pointed to the box full of cans rings, which were arranged neatly. Conservatively, there must be more than a hundred rings... I can't see that the young man had the consciousness of recycling since he was a child.

Mo Cong took a deep breath and suddenly put a box full of cans in front of him: "this is what I started to save in the year my mother left. Until we moved, a total of 158 were left. Some neighbors drank beer, others I bought coke with my pocket money..." he paused. Don't look over and whispered, "When I was a child, my children used this as a ring... When my mother left, I thought that if I became a family in the future, I would not be like my parents. I would give that person the best, ten fingers and ten toes with rings to tie him firmly..."

A tiny ray of sunlight hit Mo Cong's nose through the dense leaves. Anjie saw the thin sweat on it. The young man's lips were tight and white, and his hands were covered with mud. He brought a broken and rusty iron box and a tightly packed can ring to him, But I dare not raise my eyes to see his expression.

Mo Cong's expression was helpless, and he was a little annoyed. He thought it was silly. He wanted to come out with Anjie to relax in the depression, and let him see the two trees carrying his memories. Maybe his mood could be calmed down... But when the handsome man looked over the photos carefully, his smiling side face was so gentle that he felt bewitched, I can't help but pass out that box of rubbish.

He coughed awkwardly: "that..." the next moment, Mo opened his eyes and looked at Anjie. He picked out a ring and put it in his hand. He said: "I can't wear this thing more than 20 years ago, but tie it into a necklace with a thicker rope... Can I tie it?"

At that moment, don't rush to think that there will always be a moment in one's life when you are so happy that you can forget life and death.

The young man laughed like a fool.

They went back to their residence, washed away the mud from their bodies and hands, and entangled with each other like a wedding night full of flowers and candles. In spite of the ups and downs in the world and the dangers in people's hearts, there is always such a heat of body temperature that people can calmly face all kinds of things in the past and future with their hearts hidden in their hearts.

Even if the ends of the earth today, the Cape tomorrow, where you go, where you can be home.

Anjie looked at the string of simple colored hemp rope string can ring in his hand, gently laughed and fell asleep.

In my dream, I walked through the familiar backyard full of weeds, stepped over the unknown wild flowers, and stopped on the wall which was 23.5 steps from left to right and from right to left. The leaves of the wolfberry tree are exposed from the other side of the wall, and the gem like fruits are falling everywhere. Birds are not afraid of people to peck, cicadas call the summer.

He pushed away the wall according to the 15th brick, and walked along the corridor behind him. Then a middle-aged man with gray hair turned around and looked at him, and said softly, "drink fox, you still find here."

Middle aged people have a face of obvious foreign blood, and a pair of blue gray eyes——

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