"Mom, the sweet potatoes are already buried in the stove. When the sun reaches that position, you can dig them and then you can eat them."

The boy walked out of the kitchen and washed the dust from his hands in the basin next to him.

In the main hall, the woman just sat blankly, her eyes facing the kitchen, holding a spoon in her hands, but she didn't eat.

"Mom, let's have dinner, I've had dinner too."

The boy sat down again at the table, held the chopsticks, and quickly dipped the porridge from his and his bowl into his mouth.

As if he understood the boy's words, the woman was stunned and looked confused. She lowered her head, held a spoon and ate breakfast.

"Mom, roasted sweet potatoes are very simple to make. As long as you finish cooking in the stove and there is still some remaining fire left, you throw the sweet potatoes in, use the tongs to scatter them, and bury the sweet potatoes."

After quickly digging a few bites of rice, the boy raised his head again, with a smile on his face, and said to his mother again,

"Mom, if you want to eat sweet potatoes in the future, you can just throw them into the stove with the sweet potatoes."

The woman stopped her movements, her eyes dissipated, and she looked at the boy in a daze, staring blankly, without movement.

"...Dad used to say, mom, you like roasted sweet potatoes the most, and grandpa likes to eat them too."

The boy was still talking, and saw his mother stopping his movements, and then smiled and said to his mother again,

"Mom, please have a meal."

The woman was still staring at the boy in a daze, paused again, then lowered her head and had breakfast.

The boy quickly digged a few more mouthfuls of porridge and raised his head.

"Mom, today is my time at school. After dinner, I will go to school. I will not be able to come back until the sun is about to set in the afternoon."

The boy pointed to the location outside the house and in the sky, and said to his mother.

"Mom, don't run around at home. If I go far, I won't find you. But Mom, you probably won't go anywhere. You have been here all the time... But Mom, don't stand in the yard and wait, just wait in the main hall. It's already autumn, it's almost winter, and the weather is getting colder again."

The boy said to his mother again, the woman was just standing there, not knowing if she understood it.

"...I'm going to have summer vacation soon, and then it's New Year. When I'm waiting for the New Year, I can buy you a new set of clothes for you."

"Although Dad still has a lot of money, we can't always buy new clothes, otherwise others will definitely be jealous when they see it... So I have to wear it older... During the Chinese New Year, I will buy you a new set of clothes for mom."

The boy was thinking about some trivial things and kept talking.

"The food at home is going to be gone again. In two days, I have to ask Uncle Qi and the others to buy some, buy millet from Uncle Qi and the others, and then make it into rice. It is much cheaper than in the town..."

"…Yan Fushi, left, went to school!"

At this moment, there was a shout outside the house, almost the same age as the boy, shouting outside the yard.

"Mom, I have to go to school, others are waiting for me."

The boy listened and quickly finished the rice in the bowl and picked up the old schoolbag placed next to him.

Then he picked up his own bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen, then got up and looked outside the house and ran away.

The woman stared at her child in a daze, then stood up, followed the boy out of the main hall and into the yard.

"...Mom, don't follow me, go back. I'll be back in the afternoon."

The boy turned around and said to his mother,

"Mom, it's cold outside, don't stand in the yard, stand in the house."

The boy turned around and took his mother back to the main hall, and then walked out of the main hall by himself.

The woman stood by the door of the main hall, staring at her child in a daze.

"Mom, just wait for me at home, don't go anywhere. Aunt Hu, please help me watch my mother, I'm going to school."

"Don't worry, we'll watch it for you."

The boy shouted at the neighbors in the yard next to him and was about to run out of the yard.

At this moment,

The woman stood there in a daze, then walked from the door of the main hall to the yard.

It seems that this scene coincides with a certain scene in her memory.

The woman stood blankly, her eyes still distracted, but she grabbed the boy's hand.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

The boy stopped and turned to look at his mother.

His mother just stood there blankly, looking at him, motionless, but her hands were tightly clutching.

"Mom, it's okay. I just went to school and went back in the afternoon."

The boy comforted his mother and said loudly.

"Yan Fushi, hurry up, you will be late in a while."

The boy's peers next to him urged him.

"...Mom, I'm going to school. The teacher in the school can teach me a lot of things. I have to go to school. I'm going to school. It's okay, I'll come back if I go down..."

The boy comforted him again.

The woman stood blankly, looking at her child, holding her child's arm, and letting go.

"...Mom, I'm leaving. Go back to the house. Don't forget to dig sweet potatoes when the sun is, as the sweet potatoes will definitely be hot at that time."

"Mom, I'm leaving...you go back to the house, go back to the house..."

The boy said something to his mother again, turned around and walked away quickly outside the village.

The woman looked at her child's figure, first followed a few steps forward, and then stopped, just standing there blankly, facing outside the village.

Perhaps, the woman caught the boy just now because of something else.

The woman at this time may not know what will happen.

But this is a strange world, I know it.

In the strange world, the scenes about strange things are not necessarily all memories.

"...Niu didn't want the boy to leave just now."

Chen Lun and the other two stood by the yard.

Chen Lun's eyes were calm and he fell on the woman in the yard and said nothing.

Shu Rou next to her looked at the woman, then looked at the direction that had disappeared from a distance from the boy outside the village.

"The information records that the boy died at the age of thirteen and was on his way to school."

Shu Rou said again, turned around and stared at the woman.

Next to him, Rao Chang, who should have said something on weekdays, didn't make a sound now and looked at the woman.

The woman stood blankly by the yard, motionless, facing outside the village.

Time seems to be changing.

"... Something happened, the little baby in the Yan family's house had a car accident."

"Followed the children of the old Hu family to go to school all the way, but the car slipped on the way. The baby of the Yan family pushed the baby away and hit the car himself."

"...It seems that I'm not alive at this moment... There is nothing in the Yan family's house, and everyone in the village can help..."

At this moment, some noisy sounds sounded around him, coming from all over the place.

"... Before the doll died... told the village that he would take care of his mother... if he had money in the house, don't let his mother starve to death... Alas..."

This time, someone came to inform the woman.

"...It's so happy. The child in your house has something to do, a car accident. He hit the car... Now, he is no longer alive..."

It was an old man from the village and said to the woman.

"Do you understand what it means... it's just that the child is gone..."

The old man's eyes were a little red as he spoke.

The woman just stood there blankly, her face muddy, facing the old man talking,

He turned his head and stood blankly, facing outside the village.

"Why……"
Chapter completed!