the specific time has become a vague concept

In my shaky years, I have done many dreams, most of my dreams are forgotten. A person's dream, it is also a memory, this memory is happy, this memory also has regret, even sad remorse. To say those sad but meaningless memories of their own, why I still can not forget all? And this is not yet forgotten part, exactly what I want to write.
Back to memory about 15 years ago, in fact, the specific time has become a vague concept.
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Ma Hui village in the morning, a peaceful scene. The chimneys on the tile houses of various households raised the blackened smoke on time, and if the chimney of any house had not moved, it would not be able to enjoy the title of "industrious rural people." A moment later, the bursts of calls, sharp high and rhythmic, as if their own big speakers, people in the village can hear the sound of village tail. The source of this sound is just a group of women feeding chickens raised at home. This voice listen for a long time, but also distinguish who the owner of the voice.
At that time, my house consisted of two parts, one was a two-storey bungalow with white and blue tiles, and the front of the cottage was a dilapidated old house with a wall of earth, red brick and roof tiles. The bungalow was occupied, the old house degenerated into a firewood room with straw and wood, and the grandmother's kitchen was still there. Such a house, at first glance, seems to connect two eras - the new era and the old one. Standing next to the old house, a nine-li, often attracted bees and butterflies.
This morning is not the same as usual.
Noisy voice came from the old house, I went to the sound source curiously. I saw there surrounded by a group of people, as if in what major activities. Shao uncle next door, his face looked a bit scruffy, two eyes staring as if they already do not belong to the human body, and his face has already swell red, above the veins are also exposed at this moment, Kong Wu powerful right index finger also kept Pointing to a place, his mouth seems to curse something. Down the direction of the index finger, it is next door to another uncle Yang, Yang uncle at this time is using a bamboo cage, hard set in one thing is to be slaughtered to sell pig it? Seems to be a man, a woman with short hair cut men, wearing a worn flower shirt, barefoot, she looks a little strange. In the end where the strange, I also can not say. Obviously, the one that caused the sensation is no doubt that strange woman. She was crying, she was crying, what she was shouting, like pig language. Next to Aunt Shao and Aunt Yang whispered beside. visit here | navigate here | click to investigate | sites | see this site | review | click here to investigate | why not look here | Get More Information