Celestial Masters Alliance

"What...?" An old, hoarse voice with a strong regional accent came from the earphones.

"What?" I asked anxiously. Not sure what I heard and wanted the other person to say it again. But there was only the sound of electricity coming from the earphones, and there was no response. I can only wait quietly.

After waiting for at least five minutes, there was still only the sound of electricity in the earphones and no other sound. I thought about it again and again and decided to hang up the phone and call my second aunt again. As expected, the phone was busy again.

As the train started to move, the smell inside the carriage was a bit unpleasant, and the windows couldn't be opened. I could only lie in my seat, with my head on my arms, and I looked sideways at the station as it went further and further away.

"What's going on..." That voice was undoubtedly grandma's. I was overjoyed. Since grandma was able to call me, it proved that her physical condition had improved. What's wrong? Are you asking me why I haven't gone to see her yet? It is said that the longer people live, the better they go back. When they are old, they are still children. That's absolutely true.

I took out a book from home to pass the time.

The uncle's and second aunt's phone calls were either busy or unanswered. I was never able to get in touch with them. The two women on the upper and lower bunks tried their best to strike up a conversation with me. Finally reaching the transfer station, I ran away. I pride myself on being bad at dealing with women.

At the transfer station, I had a good meal, found a clean hotel, and got an hourly room. I took a shower there and fully charged my phone. We’re not even halfway through the journey yet, so we can’t treat ourselves badly.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, I boarded the train to my hometown. Still lying on the hard bed and reading novels to pass the time, I didn't move from my bed until ten o'clock in the evening, and finally fell asleep.

In the hazy moment, a group of uniformed police officers got on the bus, causing a commotion in the corridor. Anyway, it's none of my business, just hang it up high. I turned over and continued to fall asleep.

Every time I arrived at the station there would be a commotion that would wake me up. Inadvertently I glanced at the bed opposite. Under the dim night vision light, I saw a young policeman lying on the upper bunk opposite, looking at me with sharp eyes. My mind suddenly trembled and I was half awake. Don't overthink whether you've seen that person before. The final answer is no.

Time passed by, and I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep again. I squinted my eyes and occasionally glanced at the young policeman. Every time I looked at him, he was looking at me. The dark eyes in the deep sockets seemed to be observing something through me. Is there a female ghost lying behind me? I sneakily touched the wall behind me to make sure it was safe. He raised his hand and wiped his eyes again, and the depression in his heart was slowly condensing into fire.

At this time, the station was announced again. The policeman stood up and jumped down from the upper bunk, putting on his shoes and hat. A group of policemen came over and waved him away. Before leaving, he looked back at me again.

I turned over and faced the wall, cursing in my mind: "It's a good thing you walk fast, otherwise I would have picked you up and beat you up." It was bright outside the window, and I fell into an uneasy sleep again.

Because I dreamed about the dazzling sunlight pouring from the leaves again, I lay stiffly on my back under the tree, and was gradually buried by the white petals flying in the sky. A voice floated around, "Come back...come back..." It was the boy again. The desire to scream welled up in my heart, but the voice got stuck in my stiff throat and eventually dissipated.

The dream suddenly disappeared, the fear receded, and reality gradually became clear. A flight attendant was poking at me with a notebook: "Wake up! Check the tickets!"

I was still half asleep, and asked dumbly as if talking in my sleep: "Where is this?"

"Train!" He said angrily: "Wake up quickly and take out your ticket. What time is it and you are still sleeping!" The last sentence was muttered in a low voice, but I still heard it clearly.

I rubbed my face with both hands, found the ticket from my pocket, and handed it to him. I looked at my watch, I’m going! It's past eleven o'clock. After the flight attendant left, I got out of bed and went to the dining car to find something to eat. When I was putting on my shoes, I accidentally saw a note taped above the pillow. I raised my hand and took off the note with doubts. It read "You don't remember me" in beautiful handwriting without punctuation.

I stood there blankly, looking around. There was no one I knew here at all. Could it be that the two women who were chatting with me were playing tricks on me? well! Being too handsome can also cause social unrest. Suddenly, my mind flashed to the kid who was staring at me while sleeping across from me in the early morning. It couldn't be him. I was sure I had never seen him before.

"Take Lei Feng's gun..." The ringing of my cell phone interrupted my random thoughts. It was my uncle’s mobile phone number. I quickly picked it up: “Hello? Uncle.”

"Momo, your phone call finally got through. Your mother said you were already on the way, but the call never got through. Where have you been?" The uncle's anxious and familiar voice came from the phone.

"I guess I won't arrive until nine o'clock tomorrow morning." I can't get through on the phone? It's obvious that your phone number can't be reached, but now is not the time to pursue this issue.

The uncle was stunned for a while and then said: "You can take the bus back tomorrow! I will pick you up at the bridge." The uncle paused for a while, and I was about to ask about grandma's situation, but he suddenly continued: "Your grandma passed away yesterday. ...We have arranged a mourning hall at your second aunt's house." The uncle's voice was low and hoarse, looking old and tired.

I didn't know what to say for a moment and was stunned. After a while, he turned around and sat down at the simple table by the window in the corridor. Opposite me sat a mother who was feeding her child. She glanced at me, was stunned, glanced at me quickly, and then quickly took her child away. You can see how scary my face looks.

"I'm sorry..." These three words slipped out of my mouth unknowingly.

The uncle immediately responded: "Silly boy, what do you have to apologize for? Your grandma left in a hurry, and you were far away. Besides, eighty-three is a time of joy and mourning. How many people can live to this age. Don't be sad, this Uncle Bian and your second aunt are working hard, just come back!" The uncle's voice raised an octave, pretending to be clear. Although there was no complaint, I still heard the gloom.

"Yeah, yeah." I responded in a low voice, "I'll call you after I get off the car."

"Okay! Pay attention to your safety." After saying this, the uncle hurriedly hung up the phone without even saying goodbye.

I looked at the blurry tree shadows passing by the window, and it felt like I had taken a big mouthful of mustard, and a pungency hit my nose and eyes. I'm not sad, really! So I didn't cry. "What..." were the last words my grandma left for me. Was she blaming me?

The surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet, and a sense of loneliness arose from nowhere, permeating the surroundings and surrounding me. I folded my arms, subconsciously protecting myself, and accidentally saw the strange note still in my hand. It was like a burning match, driving away loneliness with faint light, and there was still someone who cared about me.

I sat by the window for a long time until it got dark.

"Take Lei Feng's gun..." I picked up the phone. Before I could confirm the connection, my mother's voice rang in my ears: "You damn kid, where are you? Why didn't you call me?"

"I won't arrive until tomorrow morning. My uncle called and said that grandma passed away yesterday..." I replied numbly.

"Oh..." Mother was silent, and Uncle Gang whispered next to her: "Is it true that we didn't catch up?" I could hear it clearly.

"Take good care of yourself and eat on time. It's cold out there, so please put on more clothes." After my mother finished speaking, she hung up the phone without waiting for my response.

I looked at the phone in surprise. Have you all suffered from the strange disease of hanging up the phone suddenly today? Thinking of letting Uncle Gang's wish come true, he felt inexplicably better. He put the note into his trouser pocket, stood up and stretched greatly, walked to the dining car, and decided to have a big meal. I heard that eating can make people feel better.

The train was very punctual and arrived at the station at five past nine in the morning. It's still summer in the south, but the cool breeze is blowing in the north. I pulled out my coat and put it on, but it still couldn't stop the cold.

The bus departed at 10:30, and I stood at the station, enjoying the dry cool breeze from the north for an hour. The bus was very old, it sounded like a tractor when it drove, and it was even more bumpy than a tractor. The originally four-hour drive took nearly two hours to repair the car. The air in the car smelled bad, so I kept the windows open, letting the wind tear my hair, and it also bent the waists of the poplar trees on both sides of the road.

The woman sitting in front of me turned around and glared at me from time to time, probably blaming me for keeping the window open and blowing on her child. Today, brother, I just want to be willful and decide to pretend not to see you. Seeing that I didn't want to close the window, she reluctantly said to her seven or eight-year-old son, "It would be great if we had our own car."

The little boy suddenly stood up and pointed out the window: "Is it like that car?"

I looked in the direction of the little boy's finger and saw a black Jeep. strangeness! This Jeep was parked not far away when the car was being repaired, and now it was following the bus. There were very few cars on this road, and it could overtake it. What was it doing behind the bus? Eat dirt?

As I approached Qiaotou Station, I called my uncle. My second aunt's house is very close to Qiaotou Station. In fact, I can walk there by myself. When the uncle asked to pick me up, did he have something he wanted to say to me alone? I also want to give the gift money to my uncle alone, so that I can save my family from having a bunch of people talking about it and it’s hard to get it out.

A black figure stood at the end of the bridge. As the car gradually approached, I recognized that it was the uncle. His figure was not as burly as before, his back was stooped, and he looked a little older, which made me feel a little sad.

"Uncle!" I jumped out of the car, stretched my body that was about to fall apart, and greeted him eagerly.

"Hey!" When the uncle saw me, he immediately beamed, just like before. He wore a very ill-fitting black suit, a black shirt and a black tie. The tie was tied a little tight, causing his neck to tilt back slightly.