In March, the air still has a little chill of spring, and even the hills have some snow that has not melted.

In a small mountain village in a county in the southwest, when the Spring Festival ended and the middle-aged laborers were already out to make a living, a van was parked at the entrance of the village.

A young man with a pale face, a little bald, and looked seriously ill, got out of the car with a burst of coughing.

The young man was haggard and stood at the entrance of the village and looked at him, a little uncertain whether it was here.

An aunt on the roadside looked carefully and barely recognized her: "You are Yang Jin?"

Yang Jin looked up and recognized her as Aunt Zhang next door to the village, showing a tired smile: "Aunt Zhang, it's me, Yang Jin."

"you……"

Aunt Zhang looked up and down, looking at Yang Jin for a few moments, and was a little confused: "I didn't hear that you were buying a house in the provincial capital and you were already married. Why didn't this new wife bring back?"

Yang Jin smiled bitterly, not knowing how to answer.

Yang Jin, a rural boy born here and grew up here, died of his parents since childhood, and he relied on his uncle to help him, and he barely finished high school.

Ten years ago, I left here, went out to college and worked.

After working part-time to study and studying in college, I finally survived until my hard work and hard work. I had a good harvest in career and love, and I had a promotion and salary increase, saved enough down payment, and dating a girlfriend who was four years younger than me. It was time to talk about marriage.

I just waited for the new house to be renovated and moved in.

I was about to reach the peak of my life, but a physical examination of the company was diagnosed with advanced liver cancer.

After less than a month of treatment, the money I originally planned to use for decoration was consumed.

Not only did the disease not improve, he was also given an ultimatum: his life span is probably only three months left.

My girlfriend couldn't stand this kind of change and chose to break up.

The company also said that he had not gone to work for a month and had resigned from the company by default.

So after thinking about it, Yang Jin felt that he would definitely not be able to pay the mortgage. Even if he sold the house, his illness would not be cured. It would be better to bring some money to go back to the place where he gave birth to and raised himself.

When I was young, I received a lot of favors from my uncle and uncle. If I could repay them, I would repay them, and then wait quietly for death.

After the house was sold, I transferred half of the money to my ex-girlfriend's account, which was also considered to be a compensation for the "youth loss". I also lost my original phone card. In the bustling big city, if I leave alone, it will disappear like a bubble in the sea, and no one will pay attention to it.

After returning to the county town, I rented a van and bought some rice, potatoes, cabbage, pots, bowls, bedding and other items, and then I returned to the village.

Seeing Yang Jin stammering, Aunt Zhang smiled heartily: "You haven't eaten yet, let's go and have a meal at my house."

He warmly invited Yang Jin to his house for dinner.

Yang Jin politely declined, feeling a little moved, asking the van to send himself home along the hardened rural road.

In the village, almost every family has built a building, and Yang Jin’s several civil and tiled houses seem particularly alternative in this village.

The four tiled houses are the only property left to Yang Jin by Yang Jin's parents.

After the driver helped unload the goods, he left on his own - this was also what Yang Jin had negotiated with the driver before. After all, people with liver disease cannot engage in heavy physical labor.

When I opened the door, a decadent aura came towards me.

If no one lives in a dirt wall house for a long time, it will have a "earthy smell".

Yang Jin first made a bucket of instant noodles and dealt with it briefly. After eating, he began to clean up the house.

I have not lived in a house for ten years and still have a tile house, so I have been seriously damaged.

Even the roof has several holes.

"It seems that I have to ask someone to help repair the roof, otherwise it will be impossible to stay after it rains."

Yang Jin said to himself, cleaning up some garbage in the room.

At this time, a glass ball that looked like a model, looked a bit dirty, was imprinted into his eyes.

This thing is about ten centimeters in diameter. Inside the glass, it is an architectural model of a two-story house.

This is a common decoration, called a snow glass ball, which contains small houses, animals, villains, etc. If you shake it upside down, it will snow.

The glass ball in front of Yang Jin was picked up by him when he was grazing cattle on the mountain twenty years ago. He looked so strange that he took it home.

I remember that his parents were still alive at that time.

Twenty years ago, this kind of thing was considered a luxury item. Now, I guess I can buy a brand new item for thirty or forty yuan.

The glass ball in front of me may be because of the long time, and the surface is covered with a thick layer of gray, so I can't see what's inside clearly.

Looking at the glass house in front of him, Yang Jin felt a little sad, sighed, and left the old toy on the table and left it.

After a while of hard work, he was exhausted and felt obvious fatigue, so he found a chair to sit down.

When I sat down, I felt the chest and abdomen churning. I couldn't help but hold the table with both hands, open my mouth, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Unbiasedly, this mouthful of blood was spit on the top of the glass house.

Yang Jin coughed again, but what he didn't see was that as his mouth of blood was spitting out, a strange change occurred on the glass ball.

The surface of the glass house is like a sponge, with blood spraying on it and gradually absorbing it.

Inside the glass house, blood mist gradually appeared, causing the entire glass house to fall into a turbid state.

After a while of rest, Yang Jin raised his head and discovered the scene in front of him.

Huh?

Yang Jin thought that the glass house was dirty with blood, so he reached out to wipe it off, intending to wipe it off.

But the moment his finger touched the glass house, the blood mist that was originally filled with in the glass house instantly dissipated.

At the same time, a strange feeling came from between his fingers.

The glass house in front of me was originally, the gray feeling on the surface, melted all with him as if he had touched a bubble and pierced a little bit by him.

But the "bubble" did not explode.

Yang Jin's finger stabbed into the glass ball in a very strange way, about one centimeter.

It was like a glass ball in front of me, turning into a dough.

Yang Jin tried his best to reach all his hands in, but found that no matter how hard he used, his fingers could only pass through about one centimeter. Then, he was subjected to a great amount of resistance and could no longer move forward half a millimeter.

At this time, an even more strange scene happened.

I saw that inside the glass ball, a wisp of blue smoke actually emanated from the chimney of the building.

It's like smoke from cooking.

The smoke did not dissipate. After it appeared, it condensed into the glass ball at a strange angle, without moving.

kindness?

Yang Jin suddenly felt that the glass ball in front of him was too strange.

However, this aroused Yang Jin's curiosity. He immediately held the glass ball, studied it carefully for a while, and tried all kinds of methods.

With his research, he suddenly discovered that no matter what it is, scissors, chopsticks, or even soil or water, it cannot pass through this glass ball.

Then why can your fingers pass through a distance of one centimeter?

Could it be that it is because I belong to a living body?
Chapter completed!