My fingers were sliding rapidly on the palm-sized mobile phone screen, and a bright light was particularly dazzling in the late-night bedroom where the lights had been darkened. Suddenly, I slid across an interesting short article. Regardless of the fact that it was almost one o'clock in the morning, I got up and opened it.

Lamp, sit at the table and write your name carefully twenty times.

Looking at the piece of paper, he put it under his pillow without much hesitation.

Strange to say, I usually have to toss and turn for at least half an hour before I can really fall asleep, but this night, almost as soon as my head touched the pillow, the overwhelming sleepiness came over me.

When I regained consciousness, my eyes were filled with gray. I was thinking that it was not yet the time when the winter smog was approaching, so why was the visibility so low that it was a bit heartbreaking?

I couldn't see the road ahead, so I didn't dare to walk around. I stood there dumbly for an unknown amount of time, and faintly heard the faint sound of musical instruments coming from the haze.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity came to my mind, and my feet involuntarily moved in the direction of the music.

The haze in front of me gradually dissipated, the road under my feet became clearer, and the faint music gradually became coherent and became a opera. I don't like listening to operas very much, but I always feel like I have heard this scene before.

With doubts in mind, I walked forward again, and soon saw a crumbling stage set up on a deep pit not far away.

The stage was in a dangerous position, built on the upper edge of a pit that was ten meters deep, facing the pit.

The pit was full of accumulated garbage and smelled extremely bad.

I was extremely surprised. Facing a deep pit, how could the audience get in and watch? But the troupe on the stage still worked hard, as if what they were facing was not a pit full of garbage, but countless cheering audiences.

I couldn't help but come to the edge of the pit and look around the stage. The more I looked, the more something seemed to pop up in my mind. The severe headache made me squat down. Looking at the mess at the bottom of the pit, I suddenly recalled

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correct!

I've actually been here.

It happened when I was very young, probably in the third grade of elementary school. My grandma’s village held a temple fair. In addition to setting up a stage at the entrance of the village, there were also vendors selling various small commodities gathered in the village.

This is often the most generous day for adults besides the Chinese New Year. My friend and I walked around the village with five yuan each, and then we stopped by a gambling-like pinball table.

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This game is to place a spring on the edge of a square wooden box close to the customer, and dig out a few small holes on the opposite floor. You get five chances for one dollar. If you can use the spring to pop the marbles out of those holes.

Come on, if there are more than three, then all five marbles will be yours. If you only pop out one or two, then sorry, you can’t take any with you.

This kind of game undoubtedly has great appeal in the hearts of competitive children.

Soon the five dollars in my hand were all gone, but I didn't get a single bead in exchange.

Looking back at my little friend, he can no longer hold the beads in his hands.

I begged him to share some with me, but my little friend ignored my pitiful request at all.

I followed him unhappily to the entrance of the village. The stage was backed by a garbage pit in the village. The actors on the stage were working hard to perform for the audience. I knew that he liked watching theater, especially those musical instruments such as suona.

After the show, the actors went backstage to change their clothes and prepare to go to the temple for dinner. The crowd quickly left, so I asked him if he wanted to go backstage to play the suona for a while secretly.

We hit it off immediately and crawled along the edge of the garbage pit to the backstage. He put the marbles on the ground and went to get the suona happily. I stared at the marbles on the ground. As soon as I squatted down, I heard him calling me: "Don't touch it."

My marbles!”

I instantly became angry, and all my youthful spirit turned into terrible ignorance after being rejected many times. I kicked those marbles and shouted at him: "Who cares!"

Then I turned around and went home angrily without paying any attention to the marbles that were clattering along the floor and rolling into the garbage pit.

I didn't go to my grandma's house for a long time after that, maybe I was still angry with the pile of marbles. It wasn't until I went back a month or two later that I heard a piece of news that shocked me.

Grandma said that on the day of the meeting, my friend somehow fell into the garbage pit. It was already night when he was found, his whole face was buried in the garbage, and he was dying. Fortunately, his life was not in danger, but there seemed to be some signs of gas poisoning.

, I always feel that he is not as smart as before.

I don't know if he slipped and slipped into the ten-meter-deep garbage pit in order to pick up the garbage I kicked away, but since then I have never dared to play with him again.

All the memories came flooding back. From then on, I rarely wanted to pass by the garbage pit at the entrance of the village. I would rather choose a small path to go to my grandma’s house. Why am I standing here again after so many years?

I was squatting by the pit, and suddenly a bright light flashed before my eyes. When I looked closely, I saw that there seemed to be a bright marble on the edge of the pile of garbage. I couldn't help but reach out to pick it up. It was a bit far away, so I had no choice but to pick it up.

He leaned forward.

The haze unknowingly gathered together again, and it seemed that only the marble shining with unusual light in the gray haze was left in front of me.

Just when I gritted my teeth and was about to touch the marble, a cold white hand suddenly stretched out from the haze below and grabbed my wrist!

The huge force came fiercely, and I fell headfirst as I was already crouching and my center of gravity was unstable.

In my panic, I forgot to scream, and my eyes were filled with humanoid shapes made of dazzling marbles...

"Let's go! Why are you still in a daze?" A voice broke through the fear, and the scene in front of him fell apart instantly like a curtain.

I felt my other hand was suddenly grabbed. When I came back to my senses, the gravity had disappeared. I gasped in horror, turned my head, and saw a high school classmate whose name I had forgotten standing in front of me.

in front of.

"Hurry up, my boss will get off work soon, and we can't run into him."

As she spoke, she climbed over the fence fence with skillful movements.

I hesitated for a moment, wiped the sweat from my head, and turned out.

"Let's buy paint first, then go to the Internet cafe and come back when class is about to begin."

I nodded and followed behind her, not daring to move for fear of causing any trouble.
Chapter completed!