The wonderful world of fast time travel

Spring went to autumn, and in the blink of an eye, several months had passed since the day when the sacred tree bloomed.

Early this morning, the mountains were filled with clouds and mist.Zheng Ling bid farewell to his old friends, carried the package on his back, and held a bamboo stick in his hand, and set off to leave the villa.

Watching that figure gradually disappear in the damp fog, someone couldn't help but stepped forward and murmured: "Remember to go back to the villa more often..."

In the past eight years, in the yard that accompanied Zheng Ling the most, the sacred tree was in full bloom, still exuding a faint fragrance.

Half a month later, after eight years, Zheng Ling came to the gate of the Li Mansion again, looked up at the plaque above, and felt mixed feelings for a while.

Here are too many memories of how far.This was once a safe haven for He Yuan, who was only four years old, and it was also the place where he was abandoned by his biological parents.He has had hope, loss, laughter, and embarrassment here.

Zheng Ling took a deep breath, walked slowly to the corner, and stared blankly at the entrance of the alley.During those two years, He Yuan and others never showed up.

Before he knew it, Zheng Ling's eyes turned red, and he understood the mood of an abandoned child waiting for him.

Jin Fenghuang gently hugged Zheng Ling without saying anything.Zheng Ling didn't know that it had secretly traveled to the past to meet the childhood Zheng Ling...

Seven-year-old Xiao Zheng Ling bowed her head while doing her homework outside the house.At that time, the golden phoenix wanted to show up suddenly and startle Xiao Zhengling, but the noise in the room that followed drove away its mischief.

A young couple in the room were arguing red-faced, and the voice was loud enough for it and Xiao Zhengling outside the room to hear clearly.

"Why should the child follow me?"

"You gave birth to the child, so he naturally has to follow you!"

"Don't forget that his surname is Zheng. He is the son of your Zheng family. Don't try to dump it on me."

"Then don't forget, there is Ling in his name, it's Ling from your Ling family!"

Neither of them wanted to raise Zheng Ling and kick him around like a football.But the seven-year-old little Zheng Ling didn't seem to hear, still lying on the small table made of several wooden boards of different lengths, bowing his head and writing the homework assigned by the teacher.

This kind of quarrel has been going on for a long time, almost every day, until the two of them divorced, and Xiao Zheng Ling gave the sentence to his father, and then it stopped for a while.

On the way home that day, the young man was very unhappy, his face was ashen, and seeing Xiao Zhengling walking behind him, far away from him, he couldn't help but get angry, strode over, and kicked Xiao Zhengling hard , and grabbing his ears, kept yelling.After being beaten, Xiao Zhengling also lowered his head and kept silent.

All the children in the village who came home from school saw it and ran away from it.

The golden phoenix wants to teach the young people a lesson, but is afraid of its own intervention. After 11 years, its host will no longer be Zheng Ling. It is afraid that there will be no intersection between them. In the end, it can only take the Stone vented.

The next day, when the school was over in the afternoon, Xiao Zhengling was carrying a blue cartoon schoolbag, followed the crowd out of the school gate with his head down, and after walking for a while, a few little boys blocked him and asked him why he didn't come to class yesterday, which made them You have to go back and finish your homework before you can play.

Xiao Zhengling didn't explain, but said in a muffled voice, "Where's today's homework?"

When the little boys heard this, they immediately forgot what they had just asked, and quickly took out their homework from their schoolbags and stuffed them into Xiao Zhengling's arms, then ran away laughing and laughing.

Xiao Zhengling put down her schoolbag, bent down, opened the zipper of the schoolbag, put a few homework books in it, closed the zipper again, and carried the schoolbag again, with a very calm expression on her face.

Since then, young people often go out, ranging from a week to a month or two.Every time he came back, he only left some money for Xiao Zhengling, and the two of them rarely talked.

One day, the teacher in the school taught a song called "Insects Fly". Xiao Zhengling copied down the lyrics carefully, then sat upright in his seat, and sang with everyone: "Black The black sky hangs down, bright stars follow, insects fly, insects fly, who are you missing; stars in the sky shed tears, roses on the ground wither, cold wind blows, cold wind blows, as long as you are with me, insects fly , Flowers sleep, one pair after another is beautiful, not afraid of dark, only afraid of heartbreak, no matter whether you are tired or not, no matter whether it is north, south, east or west."

That night, Xiao Zhengling returned to the empty home, took out the paper with the lyrics written on it, and sang it over and over again. Tears flowed down uncontrollably, and he continued to sing tirelessly.

The immature child's voice is very clear, very soft, and also very fragile.

Although Xiao Zhengling couldn't feel it, Jin Fenghuang couldn't help but spread his wings and hug his young body tightly, whispering in his ear: "In 11 years, a golden phoenix will come to you, although when we first met , Its mouth is very poisonous, but its temperament is not bad, and it will work hard to correct it, please keep it, don't drive it away..."

The young man whom he hadn't seen for a long time came back from the city and hurried away again. This time, besides the money, he also brought a pinwheel to Xiao Zhengling.

Children in the village can often see little Zheng Ling holding a colorful paper windmill in his hand, sitting quietly on the stone in front of the door, watching the paper windmill turn in the wind with slanted eyebrows.

A child went up and asked him where he bought it, and he smiled and replied, "My father brought it back from the city."

The child asked greedily, "Can you play for me?"

Little Zheng Ling was very reluctant, but in the end he lent him the paper pinwheel to play with, and said worriedly: "Don't break it."

Before going to bed at night, Xiao Zhengling would wipe the paper pinwheel clean with a dry towel, without any dust, just like when she bought it new.

One day a year later, when Zheng Ling came home from school, he met an adult who had just returned from outside at the entrance of the village. The man saw him and said to him as he walked, "Zheng Ling, how long has it been since your father came back?"

Xiao Zhengling didn't answer.

The man continued: "I saw your father talking and laughing with a pregnant woman in the city yesterday."

Xiao Zhengling still didn't speak, but when the man saw her, he curled his lips and said, "Speaking of which, your mother is also cruel, after all, you were born in October of her pregnancy, why didn't she come to see you? "

Xiao Zhengling clenched her schoolbag tightly, without saying a word, bowed her head and walked quickly.

After returning home, the schoolbag was too late to put away, so Xiao Zheng Ling gave away the brand new paper pinwheel, and then turned around and left, but after walking a few steps, he couldn't bear it anymore. When he turned around, the paper pinwheel was greeted by the child. The wind whistled and turned.

After a long time, when the child's parents called him home, Xiao Zhengling couldn't help but raised his head and told him, "Don't break it."

Ten days later, Xiao Zhengling passed by the garbage dump at the entrance of the village and saw a rotten paper pinwheel. The originally colorful paper was stained with vegetable juice, making it look dirty.