The top of my house is connected to the sky of another world

Chapter 1 The Blue Rain
One day, at a certain moment, in the depths of the universe, countless planes of time and space, driven by some mysterious force, collide with each other, like an explosion from ancient times spreading in the endless universe...

I don't know when the explosion stopped. In a small mountain village in China, a time-space crack appeared, and the sky of another world led to that small mountain village.

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Yang Fan, 24 years old, in the year of his birth, graduated from university and found a job in the city. He is one of the few people who left Yangjialing Village by going to school.

Parents have expectations, and the aura of glory in the village is no match for the fact that there are as many college students as dogs and turtles are everywhere.On the contrary, as a rookie in the workplace, he could not escape the strife of office politics. He was on the wrong team and became cannon fodder. In desperation, he returned to the countryside.

The groans and sighs of his parents and so many doubts or gloating voices in the village have become dispensable things; Yang Fan, who returned to the village, became the least like a farmer, planting a few acres of orchards and vegetable fields.

He doesn't have to listen to other people's opinions, but the tolerance of his parents is not without bottom line and unconditional.A son can have no job, but he cannot be a farmer without making money.

Contradictions always exist. Yanran is a reservoir that accumulates countless water. One day, when the critical point is reached, the reservoir will never be lifted...

Beside a vegetable field in Yangjialing Village, there are a dozen people, young and old, surrounded by a dozen people, discussing constantly, as if they had just passed a blushing and thick-necked row; all the focus was on a middle-aged couple and a 20-something-year-old on young people.

The young man is Yang Fan, and the middle-aged couple are naturally his parents, father Yang Guoqing and mother Wang Sulan.

I wanted to take a step at a time, and I had a bit of respite, but I never thought that the two or three acres of pond in front of me would become the flashpoint of all conflicts.There are thousands of fish in the pond, which are fish fry that Yang Fan casually sprinkled in when he contracted the vegetable field. The originally fragile relationship broke out completely because of this fish.

Yang Guoqing, an honest farmer all his life, worked as a cow and a horse for half his life, but his son was not promising; he finally graduated, but the good life Yang Guoqing longed for did not appear, and the family happiness was hit by his son who could not be pulled back by nine cows Broken.

It's useless to say it anyway, and I can't help my son when he grows up. If there is any way, he reluctantly agrees to return to the countryside.It has been two years, and the fruit trees are still growing, but a few acres of vegetable fields were sold for thousands of dollars last year; originally working in the city, I could earn that much in a month.

The children of other people have to work hard and have everything throughout the year; those who go to college like him can develop in the city with peace of mind, and they will not be bad in the future; look at my son, thousands of yuan a year, It's not as much as he, a man buried half in the ground, can grow food.

When you say that you grow vegetables, you grow vegetables, and the fruit trees may be a bit rushed. What's the use of this kid pulling two or three catties of grass carp all day long?The taste is not good, let alone sell it, and no one wants to eat it by yourself.Yang Guoqing, who was full of anger, couldn't bear it any longer. He took a shovel and shoveled the soil from the vegetable field into the pond; What?

After a lot of noise, many people came and pulled the father and son apart. As the village director, Yang Manping was Yang Fan and his family. It was difficult for an upright official to decide on housework. Director Yang couldn't avoid it: "Brother Qing, calm down, the fish are raised, although the small ones are still money, if you bury them with soil, what a loss." After Yang Manping finished speaking, he winked at Wang Sulan who was next to him. Yang Guoqing pulled away.

"It's gone, let's go." Director Yang heaved a sigh of relief, walked up to Yang Fan, and comforted him: "Don't blame your father, you did this, what should I say? Uncle Man also thinks it was a mistake for you to go back to the village .”

"The director is right, Yang Fan, your fish is too small, did you not feed it? They are raised by others, at least ten catties; why did you go back to the village? You are a college student, if you live in the city..."

It was Aunt Osmanthus who was talking, she was a nice person, she usually liked to show off her son, but no one said anything, who made her son so powerful.

Aunt Guihua's son is about the same age as Yang Fan. He graduated from junior high school and went to work in the city. He is considered the most successful migrant worker in the village. When he returns home during the Chinese New Year, the car carries his beautiful girlfriend, which makes everyone, including Wang Sulan, very envious. Afterwards, the village added a mantra: "Look at Aunt Osmanthus's son, who has a girlfriend in a car, and then look at you..."

Upon hearing this, Director Yang put on a serious face, this old woman is really, what are you doing talking about at this time: "You talk too much, go home."

Aunt Osmanthus didn't care: "Well, I heard that there will be a tour group tomorrow. There are more than a dozen people. Isn't the director working on entertaining? Fish is the main event. Many fish farmers at home are preparing and using their own fish to entertain. Yes, the advertising effect is powerful; Yang Fan is not what my aunt said, you should try it too, it’s okay to have a small fish, but it’s still a fish anyway, and it’s not a big deal for others to look down on me..."

Director Yang couldn't bear it anymore, and he didn't think it was messy enough: "I'm really free and have nothing to do." This time he gave a hard look, turned and left.

Aunt Osmanthus also left angrily, and Yang Fan stood alone by the pond.

At 24, nothing has been accomplished. From the standpoint of his parents, Yang Fan can understand their thoughts. Thinking of this, he feels aggrieved and uncomfortable.

Wang Wang Wang!
The two little dogs running around were barking at the same time.

There must be something wrong with the dog barking, Yang Fan turned around, almost sat down on the ground, a bright light came from the sky in front of him, Yang Fan stood up instinctively, but he didn't understand what happened, the dazzling light made him unable to open his eyes, and then Lost consciousness.

When he woke up, the sun in the sky was still hot, and when he got up from the ground, amazing scenes followed one after another, and the sky around him actually began to rain blue.

This……

Standing blankly at the edge of the pond, he stretched out his hand carefully, and then the blue rain, the raindrops fell on his hands, ticking down, no different from ordinary rain.

How can this happen?
Seeing the two earth dogs having fun on the ground, Yang Fan swallowed his words back; more surprisingly, the two earth dogs ran around in the blue rain at the same time, licking the blue rain; he also found that , The blue rain does not melt into the soil, stays on the surface and flows down.

environmental issue?Obviously not. If it is an environmental problem, it should be everywhere without distinction. How can it be possible that blue rain only falls in a limited area?

The rain stopped, and it lasted for half an hour. Yang Fan tried to explain the problem from a more rational perspective. Before he could understand, his mother came.

The mother is worried that her son is not feeling well, so come and have a look.

"Fanfan, don't blame your father..."

Yang Fan interrupted Wang Sulan: "Mom, I understand."

Yang Fan automatically ignored this question, and looked at his mother intently: "Mom, you didn't see anything else?" If my mother saw the blue rain, she couldn't be so calm.

"Ah, what, oh, what are the two puppies digging in the dirt?"

Yang Fan scratched his head, it seemed that he was the only one who could see this strange scene.

His mother left, and Yang Fan, whose brain was in a state of madness, sat on the bluestone beside the field. He hadn't smoked for half a year, so he took out a cigarette and lit it; He, whose nerves were in a tense state, was taken aback again.

As soon as the cigarette butt fell to the ground, it met the blue rain, and the blue smoke rose straight. Yang Fan thought it was on fire, and stepped on it, but found that the green smoke had no smell of fireworks, and there was a faint fragrance in it.

Many things that he didn't understand made Yang Fan too lazy to use his brain, but at night, things became different again.

The dirt dog, which has been licking raindrops for a long time, has grown a lot, and its speed and agility are close to that of an adult dog. Yang Fan kicked a dirt dog away, and it is obvious that he used much more strength than before.

The fish in the pond have seen significant changes everywhere. Since the afternoon, thousands of fish have not stopped. They swim around in the pond, and they look much bigger, and some even jump out of the water by more than one meter. , which has never happened before.

All doubts are concentrated on the blue rain. The dogs and fish that ate the rain are fine. Yang Fan, who wanted to find out, took two grass carp out of the pond and weighed them with a scale. The smallest one weighed two catties. two.

By the creek, after packing up the two fish, I returned to the simple hut, turned on the electric heating pot, there were all kinds of seasonings here, and made the two fish into a pot of boiled fish.

When the pot was opened, the boiled fish with various seasonings was not well prepared, and the fragrance was much stronger than before.Holding the bowl, scooped some fish meat and fish soup, blowing hot air, put a piece of boiled fish with chopsticks and put it in the mouth. Fish from two worlds.

Yang Fan, who didn't have dinner that night, ate up the whole pot of boiled fish with excitement and madness.He let out a long breath and patted his belly, still unbelievable like a dream.

Such a taste, such a delicacy, not to mention that he thinks it is delicious, even a little crazy and exaggerated, even if it is taken to the Great Hall of the People for a state banquet, or the dinner at the White House in the United States, Yang Fan will not be fascinated, let alone him. This half-level culinary skills.

(End of this chapter)