I really don't want to be a teacher

Lian Ge looked at the mountains and forests in the distance, but didn't say much.

The lead ghost messenger understood, stepped back a few steps, and disappeared suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, in the village, scattered ghost messengers also caught one after another and disappeared into the village.

……

Turning his gaze back, he glanced at the empty village again,

In the village, it became more and more quiet,

Only gusts of breeze blow by from time to time, rolling up a few pieces of fallen leaves on the village road and in the yard, making some rustling sounds.

"Let's go."

"Squeak, squeak..."

Looking away, Lian Ge turned around and walked towards the mountain where he came.

The little white mouse squatting on its shoulders turned its head and also called out,

In the breeze, mixed with the cries of little white mice,

One person and one mouse gradually drifted away.

Chapter 387

"……sough."

On the village road, weeds swayed with the gusts of breeze, scattered in the courtyards of each house, and the fallen leaves on the eaves rolled up and down, making some rustling sounds.

At the entrance of the village, a woman led a child, stepping on the weeds on the village road, and walked into the village.

On both sides of the village road, dilapidated houses are scattered,

The roof tiles, together with the ash on the wall, fell into the yard, and weeds grew through the gaps between the ash tiles.

The doors of each house are either half-detached and barely attached to the door frame. With the gusts of breeze, they gently collide with the walls that are blackened or covered with moss, or have collapsed inwards and outwards. A few fallen leaves, dust, and sand are accumulated, and a few ants and flying insects slide over them from time to time.

The woman is holding the child, walking, looking at the houses, silent,

"...Mom, where is this?"

The leading child walked along with his mother, turning his head and eyeballs, looking around curiously,

"...this is where my mother used to grow up..."

When the woman heard this, she was silent for a while, then turned her head, looked at her child, and squeezed out a smile,

"...The place where my mother grew up, is it home?"

The child turned his head, looked around again, and said crisply,

The woman smiled at her child when she heard the words, but didn't respond, and continued to lead the child and walked into the village.

……

"...Mom, why did these houses collapse?"

The child turned his head, looked at the houses on the side of the road, and asked with some doubts in his eyes,

On the side of the road, several houses collapsed, broken tiles, broken beams, and bricks and stones attached to the wall, scattered along the outside of the yard, scattered far away,

"...This is my mother's second grandpa's house."

The woman looked at the upside-down house, and didn't know whether to talk to the child or to herself.

The child turned his head and looked up at his mother with some doubts.

Turning around again, he led his mother and ran towards the village,

"...there are still more, there are still a few houses that have been knocked down..."

The child shouted and ran forward holding his mother,

The woman was silent, walking forward with her child,

"...This is the house of my mother's third grandpa."

"Ok!"

The child took his mother and ran to a collapsed house.

The woman watched, fell silent for a while, and then said something.

The child nodded heavily, followed closely, let go of his mother's hand, and ran towards the yard scattered with broken bricks and tiles, piled up with mud, and grown with some weeds.

"... Mom, look, it's a fishing net..."

Somewhat curious, the child tore out half of a rotten fishing net from the piled up brick wall and ash, and shouted to his mother,

"...Mom's third grandfather is very fond of fishing."

Whispering, the woman said,

"...Then mother, is there a river near here?"

Curious, the child raised his head and asked.

The woman heard the words, looked at her child, and then at the collapsed house,

"Have."

After saying a word, the woman took her child's hand and walked towards the village.

The child walked with his mother, turned his head, and looked at the collapsed house.

……

"...Then mom, where is this?"

"This is my mother's great-uncle's house..."

"...Mom, here's a top...it seems to be rotten."

"...put it there."

"it is good!"

"...Then mother, whose house is this?"

"...This is Grandpa Ji's house."

"Here's a bowl..."

……

"...Mom, what about this?"

"here,"

The woman fell silent, turned around, and looked into the yard,

"...It's my mother's house."

"...Mom's house, so did your mother grow up here?"

The child turned around with his mother, looking curiously at the yard and house in front of him.

On the roof of the house, the tiles were either smashed to the ground, mixed with peeling wall ash, accumulated silt, or messy, still scattered on the roof,

On the side of the courtyard, on the two windows facing outside, the glass has fallen off and disappeared, and the window frame is connected to half of the rusty hinges, which are attached to the window, gently shaking with the wind,

The door of the main room facing the courtyard has been decayed, barely connected to the threshold, and it is half open at the moment.

"...There are little birds..."

Immediately afterwards, the child's attention was attracted by a bird in the yard, he let go of his mother's hand, and ran towards the bird in the yard,

In the yard, weeds and moss are growing, the walls are piled up with dust and broken tiles, and some fallen leaves are scattered. From time to time, they are blown by a gust of wind, passing through the half-open main room door, and falling into the room.

The bird is hiding among the weeds, jumping lightly, as if it is looking for food, when the child approaches, the bird will rise up and go away,

"...Mom, the little bird has flown away."

Somewhat disappointed, the child looked at the flying bird and said,

"...Is it coming home?"

the child looked at and asked.

The woman's gaze followed the bird, and after the bird flew away, she turned her head back and looked at her child.

"Yes, it came home."

Squeezing some smiles, the woman looked at her child and said,

stretched out his hand again,

"Hold Mommy's hand tightly and don't let go."

"it is good."

The child was a little puzzled, but he still nodded heavily in response, holding the woman's hand,

"...Mom's house is really interesting, there are birds, there are so many interesting things... very interesting."

The child held his mother's hand, turned his head, and looked around curiously.

Listening to her child's words, the woman turned her head, looked at her child, and then at the yard and house in front of her.

After a moment of silence, he walked into the open main room,

The child who was led followed his mother into the main room.

……

"……sough."

"Boom..."

In the main room, there are accumulated fallen leaves, silt and dust on the walls, and upturned stools,

Sunlight swayed into the main room through the door leading to the back room, and the breeze also passed through the door, blowing the fallen leaves on the ground,

Holding the child, the woman stepped into the main room, looked at the tables and chairs in the main room, looked at the door leading to the back room, looked at the several rooms with open doors or closed doors beside the main room, and looked at her own home. ...

Walking forward, the woman lifted up a stool not far from the table, which was still in good condition.

Watching, a little silent, lost in thought,

"...Mom, the bike..."

The child yelled in surprise, and wanted to lead his mother to walk there.

The woman turned her head when she heard the sound, and looked towards that place,

Beside the wall, the rusty bicycle was still leaning quietly, a leaf fell on the seat,

A gust of wind passed through the main room, and the fallen leaves rolled up, blowing towards the woman,

In a daze, looking at the rusted bicycle, the woman stood up, moved her steps, and walked towards the bicycle.

The child looked at the mother who recognized God, then at the bicycle, with curiosity in his eyes, followed his mother, and walked towards the bicycle.

The breeze brought the fallen leaf across the side of the woman. The child stood on tiptoe, watched, grabbed the leaf, and held it in his hand.

The woman led the child, walked to the bicycle, squatted down, lost in thought, raised her hand, and gently wiped the rusty bicycle,

The rust from the bicycle peeled off and fell to the ground,

The woman paused, turned her head, and looked at her child.

The child is holding the fallen leaf, facing the light, looking curiously,

"...Want to ride this bike?"

The woman showed a smile on her face, looked at her child and said,

"Think!" The child put down the leaf, looked at his mother in surprise, and nodded heavily.

"...This car belongs to mom...it was given to mom by your grandfather."